#she's so handsome i'm losing my mind actually

[trueblueboygenius]

Julien Baker at All Things Go in Columbia MD via v4nishingpoint on twitter!

[zorosangell]

⛥ﾟ・。 piña colada

synopsis: some women just can't take a hint... good thing Zoro's only got eyes for one girl.

cw: nsfw (oral: female receiving), this woman is really shameless, surprisingly tender Zoro, you two are so in love, kinda magical ngl, etc.

"Hey, there," a woman—who was in the tiniest bikini known to man—hummed, tone low as she approached the lounge chair. "I don't think I've seen you on this island before."

'For fuck's sake...'

Annoyed, Zoro let a heavy sigh out from his nose, not even bothering to glance in the girl's direction as his sunglasses shaded his harsh side eye.

You'd think after seeing eight other women walk dejectedly away from his umbrella, the others would catch the hint?

"Not interested," he stated, curtly, hands firmly tucked behind his head as he looked out to sea.

The woman chuckled, softly, completely ignoring his comment and taking a seat in the sand.

She sat criss-crossed, dropping her hands in her lap and using her arms to slightly push her tits together, attempting to endearingly lean closer to your swordsman.

"Don't be so hasty," she sweetly smiled, taking his rudeness in stride. "Haven't even given me the chance to speak."

"Well, that's 'cause I really don't give a shit what you say otherwise," he sighed, shutting his eyes.

"I can name ten other men off the top of my head that would beg to differ," she countered, slyly.

"I'm not other men."

"You certainly aren't..."

'Walked right into that one.'

His brows flattened, and for a moment he wondered if this was a real person talking, slightly glancing around to see if he could find a camera crew of some sort.

Yet, to his surprise, there was none.

"I have a girlfriend," he dealt the finishing blow, delivering the final line that scared away all the other women from before.

He could finally get some peace and quiet.

"I don't see her here," the woman shrugged, simply, as if what he just said made no difference to her.

Zoro threw his head back with an irritated groan, wanting nothing more than to drop kick the woman away and go back to napping.

This was all Luffy and Usopp's fault.

The crew had been docked on a tropical summer island for a few days, and for all of them, you and Zoro had gone down to the beach together and lounged in the sun—tanning, napping, eating, and drinking in rotation.

But on that particular day, the boys had whisked you away to go explore some cove they found on the beach's edge, leaving your swordsman to fend off the wolves by himself.

And at first, it wasn't that bad.

The girls that approached were polite and had pure intentions, and actually respected his wishes when he said he was uninterested.

But numbers four through eight?

Hell, the woman sitting next to him?

Less so.

"Are you deaf or somethin'?" he asked, brows furrowed as he sat up, not appreciating her comment at all. "I already told you, I'm not interested. So get lost."

"Oh, c'mon," she rolled her eyes with a laugh. "There's no way you actually have a girlfriend. No girl in her right mind would leave her man alone on a beach like this, especially if he was as handsome as you."

"Maybe that's why she's my girlfriend and you're not," he scoffed, sarcastically.

Her brow twitched, the remark clearly striking a nerve as her posture suddenly straightened, her sickeningly sweet tone turning sour in a second.

"Well then, maybe your girlfriend can step up and we can see who's really the shit," she spat, standing from her spot in the sand. "Since she's so fuckin' great, let's see how she fares in a fight."

A smirk rose to the woman's lips, her hand coming to rest cockily on her hip.

"I might not look it, but I'm this island's martial arts champion... And I've yet to lose a fight. So let's see how she does with her face in the sand."

Zoro paused a moment, almost disbelieving, lifting up his sunglasses and taking a breath to see if the woman was serious.

She was.

Deadly serious, actually.

'HA!'

The man threw his head back in a burst of uproarious laughter, the sound causing the woman to jolt with surprise, and slight fear.

She'd never seen his expressions range anything past annoyance, so seeing him so amused seemed almost uncanny, especially since he was nearly howling with hilarity.

But he couldn't help himself.

You, the woman with a bounty over one billion?

You, the woman with the devil fruit of the personified spirit of death?

You, the woman who has fought literal monsters with her bare hands?

Lose to a random martial arts lady on a peaceful summer island?

It was almost too much.

The woman's brows furrowed, face warming at the mockery.

"The hell's so funny?!" she huffed with a childish pout.

Attempting to regain his composure, he wiped a tear from his eye, slightly clutching his stomach as his laughs died down.

"She'd fuckin' kill you," he chuckled, shoulders bobbing. "Like actually."

Furious, the woman broke into a long-winded tirade about why she would win... or how badly you would lose... or something along those lines.

If he was being honest, he zoned out the moment she started talking, something more interesting seeming to catch his eye.

You.

Like a dog with a bone, he watched, mesmerized, as you made your way over, hips looking ripe and tender for the grabbing.

'Goddamn...'

After days in the sun, you'd developed a delectably smooth tan, the sunscreen you had him apply earlier giving your skin an alluring shine.

Eyes scanning over your body, he took in the light (f/c) of your bikini, which had a few complimentary, (o/c) flowers decorating its corners, along with the waist beads resting lazily over your stomach, not to mention the gold anklets and bracelets that littered your ankles and wrists.

You looked good enough to eat—a thought he didn't mind indulging in later.

"Hey! Are you listening to me?" the woman continued pestering him, her hand coming up to rest on his bicep.

Huge mistake.

Faster than she could even see, Zoro grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand off and staring her down with a deadly glare, his patience long since run thin.

The woman froze, fear slowly creeping into her chest at the sharpness of his eyes.

He looked like he had half the mind to slit her throat right there.

"I'm only gonna tell you this one last time..." he warned, tone leaving no room for argument. "Get. Lost."

Roughly, he let go of her, and she quickly scrambled to her feet, scurrying back over to the safety of her friend's towel just as you arrived.

"Hey, Zo'!" you chirped, taking a seat on your swordsman's lap as you took a sip of your cocktail, which was in a cut-off coconut.

"Hey, pretty," he greeted with a smirk, placing a kiss on your neck. "Whatchu got there?"

"Some kinda coconut-rum drink," you answered, plucking the pineapple off the rim and taking a bite out of it. "The guy at the bar called it a Piña Colada."

Zoro nodded, "S'it any good?"

"Might be a bit too sweet for you," you shrugged, holding it out to him. "But try it."

Leaning forward, he sipped a bit from the straw, his nose scrunching slightly.

It was incredibly sweet.

"Yeah, I figured as much," you giggled, amused by his expression as you took it back. "By the way, who was that girl that went running away from here? She looked scared."

Slightly, you leaned over to glance at her, who was sitting not too far away, and raised a brow as she quickly turned around, terrified by your gaze. 

'The hell?'

"Was she in trouble or somethin'?"

Zoro chuckled, knowingly, his hand sliding up your side to give your hip a lackadaisical squeeze. 

"Nah," he shook his head, finally leaning back and allowing himself to relax in the chair. "Just needed help takin' a hint."

"So... I miss anything while you were on your trip with Luffy?" Zoro asked with a smile, slowly gliding his oar through the sparkling ocean.

You lit up with excitement, suddenly reminded of the events of the day.

"I wish I dragged you along! You woulda loved it," you sighed, leaning back in your spot in the canoe. "Turns out this island isn't as peaceful as we thought. When we went to the edge of the beach, we found tons of monster-sized crabs and lobsters, all of them strong as hell."

You smirked, holding up your fist.

"Me an' Luffy made a game over who could beat the most, while Usopp kept count. And we ended up in a draw."

'Damn.'

That blew his day fighting off women right out the water.

He should've gone with you.

"What about you? Anything interesting happen while I was away?" you asked.

"Eh," he shrugged, moving his oar to the other side. "Nothin' worth mentioning. My day was honestly pretty boring."

But he was hoping to change that.

While you were gone, he found Nami and Robin on the beach, and managed to weave through theirs sea of admirers in order to ask some advice.

Things had been going really great between the two of you, and since you were always so good with surprising him with gifts and gestures, he wanted to try his hand at it.

Of course, he had no idea where to begin.

And while Nami was little to no help, spending most of the time talking his ear off about how brutish and hopeless he was, Robin recommended taking you out to the nearby cove for a romantic night.

So, after scrounging up his island allowance and buying some booze and a canoe, he swept you away, all of the day's tribulations fading to the back of his mind as he watched you sit down in his lap.

"Y'know, this is really sweet of you, Zoro," you smiled, your fingers carefully tracing the scar across his chest. "Makin' me feel all special..."

He nodded, eyes raking over your face with an almost analytical look.

God, you were so fuckin' pretty.

It was almost baffling.

If he wasn't in this canoe—

"Figured you deserved something nice," he cleared his throat, warding off the less than decent thoughts creeping into his head.

He couldn't keep the romance up if he was too busy thinking about jumping your bones.

But little did he know... you were thinking the same thing.

Shifting your position, you rested your knees on either side of him, smoothly moving to bury your face in his neck, placing firm, meaningful kisses on his flesh. 

Instinctively, the man leaned into your touch, one of his hands coming up to steady you at the small of your back, while the other continued to paddle.

Gliding your manicured hands up his body, you rested them on his strong shoulders, using them for purchase as you continued to nip at him.

His chest rumbled with a deep hum at the feeling, relishing in the way your lips felt against his pulse point, sucking a hickey onto his skin.

Yet, just as it was getting good, you pulled away with a soft pop, moving to obscure his view of the water.

"I'm blockin' you. You can't see. What're we gonna do?" you grinned, cheekily, continuing to move in front of him as he tried to peer around you. "Oh, my Gods, we're gonna crash."

He looked up at you with a small smirk and a raised brow, amused, as you continued your antics.

"Oh, no. What's gonna happen?"

Suddenly, his hand roughly pulled you into his side, a soft squeal leaving your lips as he chuckled, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck and continue your kissing assault while his two hands returned to the oar.

Nuzzling into the crook of his neck, you peppered lazy kisses on his skin, your hand coming up to card through the hairs at the base of his neck.

Tenderly, Zoro placed a few kisses of his own on your shoulder, his eye perking at the sight of your destination.

Robin had given him impossibly thorough instructions on how to get there, which is the only reason why you two hadn't miraculously made it to the next island.

"Hey..." he lightly nudged you as the boat approached the shore. "We're here."

Lifting your head, you carefully flew out his lap, touching down on the dry sand as he hopped into the shallow water, walking around to the back and pushing the canoe onto the shore.

"Oh, wow," you gasped, in awe at the beauty laid before you. "This is beautiful! Look at the view"

The moon hovered over the water, making the waves crystallize like diamonds below, just as the stars in the ink-black sky.

The sea breeze wafted your hair and cooled the sweat on your body from the heat of the day.

It felt good to get away from people, the serenity too nice to put off.

Suddenly, Zoro scooped you up, you in one arm and the case of booze in the other as he began walking toward the cove.

"It gets better," he smirked, leading you over to where the tall rocks flattened out and arched upward, turning themselves into a natural cabana.

Placing you down, he quickly gathered some sticks from nearby, before bringing them back and starting a fire.

And as he did so, you couldn't help but marvel at his body, thick, corded muscle flexing and extending under his skin at each minute movement, looking delicious enough to bite.

And that wasn't the blood-sucker in you talking.

You sighed in contentment as you tipped your head up towards the sky, admiring the stars twinkling above

Finishing up, Zoro plopped down beside you and threw an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side with a proud smile.

"Nice, right?" he chuckled.

You lazily nodded, wanting to stay there forever—among the water, stars, and him.

You peered up at him through your lashes, hesitant to speak in fear of ruining the moment.

Slowly, he wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in them. And you let yourself be pulled into him, sighing when your head met the crook of his shoulder.

You embraced him back, crushing your breasts against his hard chest. 

There, you two stayed, holding each other, linked together like magnets.

"You smell nice," he murmured into your skin, taking a deep inhale of you. "Like coconut."

You smiled, shyly, warmth rising to your cheeks at the compliment.

And after a few silent seconds, he pulled away from you, his eyes dark as the night sky.

"I'm gonna kiss you," he stated, curtly, his gaze alight with enamor.

You didn't get to say a reply, too preoccupied with the lips pressing against yours.

The kiss was hungry, your lips moving against each other's like you both were starving for one another.

And you were.

You could tell Zoro wanted the same thing you did when his hands moved below your waist to squeeze your ass, the feeling making you moan into his mouth.

He replied with his own grunt and pulled away, his eyes glazed over with lust.

"I wanna see you," he stated, his voice a deep rumble.

There was a molten tenderness in his gaze that had you shivering in pleasure and anticipation, wondering what else he had in store for you.

So you stripped.

Catching the hint, your hands glided up your back, pulling the string of your bikini top and letting your breasts fall out of the cups, along with the strings to your bottoms.

Zoro's eyes raked over the sight of you as if you were a piece of art he was admiring in a museum.

"Shit," he softly hissed to himself, amazed at the sight of your brown, hardened nipples.

You softly whimpered at his calloused hands caressing your sensitive breasts, causing him to move on to other matters.

He leaned in and latched his lips onto one of your nipples, where he began to suckle on.

You threw your head back to stare at the endless sky, your mouth open in an O as pleasured moans fell from your lips.

You couldn't help yourself, especially when Zoro began to suckle and flick his tongue along the sensitive bud of your nipple, his hand kneading your other breast in the process.

Then he switched, giving your other breast the same treatment.

Your hands found his hair, your fingers aimlessly wandering through the green strands.

You were ruining its somewhat even style, but he didn't seem to care.

He was more concerned with nibbling along your nipple, making you sharply inhale before your voice choked on a broken moan.

You couldn't take it.

All of this was going straight to your core, which was now throbbing and begging for attention between your thighs. 

"Please, Zo'..." you whined, gripping his hair. "I need you to touch me."

With a cocky smile, the man nodded, slowly leaning forward to lay you down in the sand.

Your eyes flitted up to the torch lit beach across the water, realizing any eagle-eyed person could come out and see you naked.

"Wait... what if someone sees us?" you asked, uncharacteristically timid.

A devious smirk rose to his lips, and he pressed a reassuring kiss on your lips.

"Let 'em... They'll be in for a show."

Gently, he pried your thighs open, revealing your sobbing, wet core.

You watched his face change from playful to downright feral as he stared at your cunt.

You flushed at his expression.

'Gods, give me strength...'

"Zoro, I'm serious—"

He shushed you, leaning forward to press wet kisses along your inner thighs.

"No more talkin', pretty," he growled against them. "All I wanna hear is my name on your lips."

He continued to pepper you thighs in kisses while his hands pinned your legs apart, his hold on you firm.

He didn't want you hiding from him.

And it felt good.

You didn't stop him when he dove right into your pussy, first peppering your lips and clit in open-mouthed kisses as if he was making out with them.

It had been so long since the two of you'd gotten intimate like this, you nearly forgot the way the man worked his mouth.

Especially when he started to flick his tongue against your clit.

His tongue swirled around it and flicked it gently based on your responses.

And shit, you were responding well.

Your body couldn't help but react pleasantly to the sensations—your toes curling; your back arching; your eyes fluttering shut; your mouth falling open into an O as moans and gasps fell from your lips.

Zoro was not only good with his tongue, but good with his hands.

He reached up and played with your titties, tweaking and pinching your nipples according to your verbal cues.

"H-Harder, please!" you begged, to which he pinched the hard, brown peaks a little harder, the burst of pain making you gush all over his lips.

"Fuck, Zo'," you moaned. "That feels so good..."

Zoro hummed approvingly into your cunt, the vibrations making your clit quiver pleasurably.

"Keep feelin' good for me, pretty," he said between the wet flicks of his tongue on your rosebud. "Lean back and wrap your thighs around my head f'me."

Before you could even say anything, he was already tugging you closer by your ankle, earning a squeal from you.

He stood on his knees for a moment, taking you in.

His lust-blown eyes trailed up and down your naked form, drinking in every part of you.

Then he inhaled deeply, as if struggling to process the sight in front of him.

"Christ, you're so fuckin' gorgeous," he huskily said.

You had no idea what to say to that.

All you could do was shyly smile up at him as he stared down at you, both of you enchanted with each other.

Then he was ducking back down and throwing your thighs across his shoulders with ease, wrapping your legs around his head.

This gave him better access to your pussy so he could easily tongue-fuck you.

As soon as you felt the wet muscle entering your wet folds and his nose brush against your clit you were in heaven.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your hands found his hair, gripping the blonde strands as your hips began to grind shamelessly into his face.

"Mmm-hmmm," he hummed approvingly, keeping up the pace.

He didn't pause or slow down.

He continued to work your pussy just how you wanted, making you see stars behind your eyelids and cry to the moon above.

It didn't take long for that feeling of release to dawn on you.

You couldn't help it.

His tongue just felt too good.

Plus, the atmosphere and the whole idea of getting caught in such a risque position turned you on more than you'd like to admit.

Zoro must've realized you were close because his jaw started to move fast, accompanying his tongue-fucking with porn-worthy grunts of his own that nearly threw you over the edge.

"Fuck, Zoro!" you whined. "M'gonna come!"

Eagerly, he hummed into your pussy, pulling his tongue out of your hole and proceeding to suck on your clit while his finger began to stroke the outside of your slit, barely touching your insides.

But it was enough to push you further and further down that road to releasing all over him.

His darkened eyes flicked up to yours, staring you down between your thighs.

"Come for me," he demanded. "Come for me, baby. Don't fuckin' hold back."

He grinned up at you, his eyes glistening in the moonlight.

He attached his mouth to your pussy again, and ran it until you couldn't help but fall over the edge.

"Come for me," he groaned into your cunt, becoming gradually louder as your moans reached higher pitches. "Come for me. Come for me. Come for me."

And you finally did.

That tight knot in your core finally snapped and a wave of euphoria washed over you as you came all over Zoro's face and eager lips with a loud moan.

You saw the entire galaxy and beyond as your pussy gushed, your body shivering and shuddering.

Your back arched and your hips widened into Zoro's face, trying to keep as much of the feeling going as possible.

When it finally faded, you were left feeling tired, spent, and oh-so good.

Zoro lazily cleaned you up, taking care to not overstimulate you as he ran his tongue over your sensitive, twitching core.

Then he lifted his head up away from your thighs, giving you a peak of his chin and mouth shining in your juices.

With the moon in his glazed eyes, he hummed to himself.

"You taste better than the rum."

[astonmartinii]

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drivers: sebastian vettel, fernando alonso & fernando alonso

flo has finally given y/n the experience of motherhood, but she’ll never forget about her overgrown kids

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yourusername: venturing out from christmas hibernation and adding to the already overflowing collection of teddies. oh, and getting pics like that of jens while he's out "having a job"

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user1: i am a simple woman, i see dilf jenson, i lose all sense of reality

user2: gnawing at the bars of my enclosure

jensonbutton: oh wow who is that handsome specimen on the last slide?

sebastianvettel: the man who carelessly abandoned his family !!!

fernandoalo_oficial: a man who couldn't handle that i was the best driver in the family

jensonbutton: what ???

sebastianvettel: i'm sorry... is that the ghost of the man we once knew

jensonbutton: i'm not dead

fernandoalo_oficial: to me you are

yourusername: okay guys ... the bit is up !! we do miss you jense but we're happy you're happy :)

sebastianvettel: sure.... well at least you won't try and worm your way into the crochet club

fernandoalo_oficial: as long as you still come to some of my races :)

user3: glad to see parenthood has not changed these fools

charles_leclerc: why do my selfies never make the instagram :(

yourusername: charlie, if i posted every time you sent me a picture of you crying that's all my instagram would be

charles_leclerc: but ........ i thought i was your favourite

yourusername: you know i don't have a favourite

charles_leclerc: sure if that's what you want to tell yourself

maxverstappen1: we all know you say that to not hurt charlie's feelings because i'm your favourite

fernandoalo_oficial: you people are so dramatic

maxverstappen1: says you old man, i can scroll up you know

sebastianvettel: well you're all second to flo

charles_leclerc: she's disqualified from this competition, she's your actual child you have to say she's your favourite

jensonbutton: it's more who annoys us the least

user4: 2024 and nothing has changed here

sebastianvettel

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sebastianvettel: love being miles away, missing my baby and getting a running commentary of how my "grid kids" are terrorising y/n

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user7: seb is on a mission to pick up every dad hobby ever. first beekeeping and now sailing

user8: don't forget the gardening and the crochet

user9: he's collecting the infinity stones of dilfism

yourusername: a full eight hours of sleep looks so good on you

sebastianvettel: so i don't look good all the time 🤨

yourusername: of course you do handsome. me and flo miss you :((

sebastianvettel: don't say that i miss you all so much

fernandoalo_oficial: maybe that's your sign to come home?

jensonbutton: yeah i think you should listen to the universe seb, you like all that crystal and salt of the earth stuff

yourusername: sebbbbbbbbb :(((((

sebastianvettel: STOP

user10: they are so precious to me

yourusername: no but seriously if i have to teach another grid kid how to iron i might lose my mind

charles_leclerc: ummmmm stop blasting me on main?

yourusername: learn to iron then

sebastianvettel: you still don't know how to iron? i thought i taught you in 2019?

charles_leclerc: clearly not well enough !! and y/n please name and shame the others so i'm not alone

yourusername: @landonorris @logansargeant sorry

landonorris: WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU Y/N? I CALLED YOU IN CONFIDENCE

logansargeant: i don't have any excuse, thank you for the lesson y/n :)

jensonbutton: at least one of our kids is well mannered

charles_leclerc: i am well mannered, sorry i love my grid mum and her kid. i do semi-know how to iron but needed an excuse to see flo :(

user11: free my girl from these incompetent men

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mickschumacher: thanks nurse y/n and nurse flo for helping me - sorry about your mug

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user12: the plaster :((((((((

jensonbutton: IT WAS YOU WHO BROKE MY I <3 NASCAR DILFS MUG

mickschumacher: sorry !

jensonbutton: nuh uh mister @sebastianvettel sort your kid out

sebastianvettel: mick said he was sorry jenson, leave him be

jensonbutton: but when lando put the rubbish in the wrong recycling he had to go litter picking with you I WANT A NEW MUG

yourusername: you guys know they aren't actually your kids, you can't put them in time out

yourusername: you can barely put your own child in time out

fernandoalo_oficial: she's too cute i don't want to make her cry

landonorris: but it's fine to make me cry?

fernandoalo_oficial: yes. in fact, it's quite fun

landonorris: Y/N!!!!

yourusername: okay, babies let's all put the phones down for this evening.

user13: nooooo y/n please i could watch these idiots argue all day

yourusername: the main thing is that your finger is all okay and that you got a cute plaster out of it

mickschumacher: i very much love my lil cat finger

yourusername: so does flo, i think you might be stuck doing puppet shows for the forseeable future

mickschumacher: anything for miss flo

user14: mamma mia family dynamics you are everything to me

fernandoalo_oficial: why did mick get a kitty plaster and i got told to do it myself :(

yourusername: because you're a grown man and you injured yourself by tripping with darts in your hands

fernandoalo_oficial: mick is a grown man - HE CAN VOTE just because he needs seb's help with the paperwork does not change that

mickschumacher: you said yourself they are confusing !!

sebastianvettel: ignore him mick

fernandoalo_oficial: booooooooo

user15: i know these men provide the best entertainment for flo even if she doesn't understand a word they're saying

yourusername: she finds them very entertaining which then starts a competition to who can make her laugh the most

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yourusername: sometimes even my most competent grid kid needs some help, happy anniversary alex and lily x

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user16: UGH this is so cute

alexalbon: grid mum or emotional support retail assistant?

lilymunhe: so how much of the heartfelt gift was really you

alexalbon: 90% !!! i swear

yourusername: it was all alex he just needed the support (idk he said that jewellery shops are stressful)

alexalbon: they are !! i don't know how big fingers are :(

lilymunhe: thank you y/n wouldn't want the 27 year old man to get lost at the mall

yourusername: no worries, i somehow gained at least 15 extra children along with flo, i just go with it. he's less hassle than charles and max

charles_leclerc: rude.

maxverstappen1: gasp!

user17: i love how much y/n has really embraced the grid mum life

user18: i don't think she had much choice 😭

user19: the way she's like "oh i'll help you all with anything you need" and takes flo on all of these side missions and the guys just leave them to die 😭

user20: they're such dad's who don't want the cat but end up attached but don't want to show it

jensonbutton: wait which one of us claim alex? is it me? why was i not invited?

alexalbon: ur my williams dad :) and i think this trip needed a woman's touch (and flo's touch obvs)

jensonbutton: rude i give great gifts

fernandoalo_oficial: considering he's one of the least feral and has lily, i want to claim alex

sebastianvettel: i have too many kids you guys can have alex

alexalbon: sebastian! did our gardening afternoons mean nothing ?

lilymunhe: we'll take it nando

sebastianvettel: did you or did you not just make it a competition with george to see who could plant potatoes the fastest and then make a mess of my vegetable garden

georgerussell63: GUILTY

yourusername: soz but you all have to claim all of them, my rules now

user21: y/n and flo going to rule that house with an iron fist

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fernandoalo_oficial: glad to be back on the podium, but even more proud to call you my grid kid. we all love you, especially flo :)

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user24: THEY HAVE MATCHING MIFFY PLUSHIES

user25: miffy is dutch so that might be why max got them matching ones :)

yourusername: and flo is surgically attached to her miffy (she has named her maxi, even if she can barely say it)

maxverstappen1: you are one of my heroes and it was a pleasure to share the podium with you. there's no one else in the world i'd love to dedicate my podium to than lil mia x

fernandoalo_oficial: you've got me crying again

maxverstappen1: get it all out old man

fernandoalo_oficial: already back to the old man 🤨 i guess i'll take the nice messages while i can

user26: nando getting all mushy is so cute i can't believe this is where we are

charles_leclerc: let it be known that if i had a car fast enough i would also dedicate a win to flo, but for now she'll have to settle for a song

fernandoalo_oficial: is silvia going to kill you? because seb and y/n might kill me if they get your ass over this

charles_leclerc: but it's true, no?

fernandoalo_oficial: you will not trick me into slandering my old team charlie

maxverstappen1: LOL YOU SNOOZE YOU LOSE

charles_leclerc: YOU KNEW THAT WAS MY IDEA THIEF

sebastianvettel: charles why am i getting a call from silvia?

maxverstappen1: LOL

charles_leclerc: brb just going to lourdes

jensonbutton: lol way to get outshined by your kid

fernandoalo_oficial: at least i was in the position to be outshined by my kid

jensonbutton: ERGH you know you can't bring that up

fernandoalo_oficial: you said that you couldn't wait to get away from us

jensonbutton: oop.

yourusername: my wonderful boys!

maxverstappen1: :D

fernandoalo_oficial: i love you both :)

maxverstappen1: awww thanks nando

fernandoalo_oficial: i meant y/n and flo but sure love you too buddy

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yourusername: maxy, this means more than you could know, flo very much enjoyed watching 'blu' go fast :)

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user27: is this family going to make me cry? maybe.

user28: side note, how many animal onesies does flo have they're so cute

user29: she's like a lil teddy bear

maxverstappen1: glad to have officially won the title of flo's favourite brother

charles_leclerc: NOT SO FAST MISTER

maxverstappen1: maybe if you were faster you would've dedicated a win to flo :P

charles_leclerc: LOW BLOW

danielricciardo: don't even get me started on the daniel ricciardo erasure

maxverstappen1: shush daniel let the problem children talk

charles_leclerc: yeah daniel, problem children only

sebastianvettel: should we intervene?

yourusername: no, i'm intrigued as to where this is going to go

jensonbutton: i for one love watching these dummies fight

fernandoalo_oficial: let me get my popcorn

maxverstappen1: are we just entertainment to you?

jensonbutton: yes!

charles_leclerc: the minute flo can talk ASK HER WHO IS HER FAVOURITE

sebastianvettel: sure?

user30: they can never ask that question, one of them might never recover

maxverstappen1: for real though, i love you guys and i love flo. i'll send nando home with the trophy as well :)

yourusername: awwww thank you maxy :) @sebastianvettel @fernandoalo_oficial @jensonbutton new shelf needed please

jensonbutton: i'll leave this one to "the woodwork king"

sebastianvettel: am i the only one who does anything in this house?

fernandoalo_oficial: you can't be called the woodwork king and not do the work

yourusername: you don't even let them help seb

sebastianvettel: UGH.

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jensonbutton: day 4,000+ of losing our actual girlfriend to our overgrown kids

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user31: PICTURE OF DANNY WITH FLO ALERT ALERT

yourusername: not my fault you guys picked up so many stray cats while in the sport

jensonbutton: i only claim lando and alex, the rest are the others' faults

yourusername: i know you love it really

jensonbutton: not when the little tornadoes hit our house, eat all of our food and steal my baby

danielricciardo: whoops

jensonbutton: and terrorise my pets DANIEL

danielricciardo: they terrorise each other jenson, maybe they aren't as well trained as you thought

yourusername: oh god...

jensonbutton: HOW DARE YOU !!!! BECKETT, SALMON AND CREAM CHEESE ARE VERY WELL TRAINED AND WELL BEHAVED

user32: old men are going crazy we love to see it

sebastianvettel: are we a bed and breakfast?

yourusername: i fear so. you need to run back from whatever ocean you are in we are low on staff now jenson is back racing. flo might be cute but she's a liability in the kitchen

fernandoalo_oficial: maybe we should just kick them out

yourusername: noooo :( not my babies

fernandoalo_oficial: can we at least charge them?

maxverstappen1: you people are the most stingy millionaires i have ever met

charles_leclerc: i pay you in piano sorry

yourusername: don't listen to them boys, flo and i love having you over

user33: so like is there any way we could open the mamma mia bed and breakfast to the public

fernandoalo_oficial: why do the grid kids see our family more than us?

yourusername: come home more often then :(

fernandoalo_oficial: i'm working on it the plane is delayed :(

jensonbutton: personally i would just run home but that's just me

sebastianvettel: i would simply just walk on water

fernandoalo_oficial: shut up. see you later

yourusername: yay !!!!

fin.

note: writer's block has really been beating my ass so there's always mamma mia to get it flowing again. i'm still working on requests, hopefully they'll come along a little faster now! also - i started an instagram for my small business i am opening it's @badlydrawnf1cats, feel free to follow x

edit: mamma mia will return

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[erwinsvow]

my heart swells at the thought of shy!reader kinda being overstimulated emotionally during rough sex with rafe and so she’s in doggy but reaches to hold his hand just to feel some affection from him☹️

this actually made me bark

when you could keep your eyes open, you were staring at the wood of rafe's headboard, watching the way it was slamming against the wall and the repetitive thudding that filled your ears. if rafe wasn't fucking you so hard that you were close to losing your mind, you'd be worried someone in the house can hear the two of you.

your mind, always overactive even in times like this, wanders. first you allow yourself to get a little concerned someone can hear you, so you get quieter, shoving your head into rafe's pillow to muffle the moans leaving your mouth. then you worry someone can hear the headboard, the slap of skin on skin.

even when the pleasure is so overwhelming, building up tense and low in your stomach, entire body feeling like it's aflame when rafe grips your hips and slaps your ass in between thrusts, you still feel your mind wandering, slipping further and further away.

you want it to shut up, so you close your eyes, head resting on rafe's pillow again. you try to focus on your boyfriend's groans, the way the noises coming from him make your toes curl and a fuzzy feeling overtake your brain.

"yeah, fuck, kid, keep takin' it-"

he's saying something, and you stupidly wonder if he's been talking to you this whole time. you'd been too busy thinking about nothing to realize. you tune in, realizing what rafe's saying is a little bit of the opposite of what you usually hear from him.

you turn your head a little, opening your eyes to look back at rafe. he's still slamming in and out, his eyes focused on where the two of you are connected. rafe's always handsome, almost overwhelmingly so, but especially like this, when he's so focused on pleasure he's not as mindful of what he's saying.

"y'like that, huh? yeah, you wanna watch? like the little slut you are?"

"oh-"

it comes out low and quiet, a little sound that lets him know you're paying attention. if possible, his grip on your hips gets harder, fingers digging into the plush of your ass while he pushes down on your arch, increasing his pace. it's too fast now, too full and the stretch too much. you squeal into the pillow, eyes getting crossed while rafe's words ring around your head.

"fuck, good girl. my good little whore, aren't you?"

"um-" he keeps going, and you don't want him to stop. you try to shift around but he's holding you so hard moving feels impossible, so you settle for what you can move, lifting your arm to rest on your back, hand reaching out for him. "rafe, hand, please-"

you can't see his face, but you feel the weight of his hand on yours, before he pulls out and flips you over. you fall onto your back with a quiet yelp.

"you okay?" he asks, hovering over you. you feel empty, feel your pussy clench around nothing. then you feel bad—you hadn't meant to make him stop.

"s-sorry, rafe, i didn't mean stop, i just wanted to feel close to you-"

"was inside you. what'd you mean closer? you okay?" he repeats, and you feel your face flush, everything going warm.

"yes, yes. i'm fine."

"you sure?" you nod, looking up at your boyfriend. he moves your legs while you lay back, lifting them with his arms and lining himself up. and then he puts his palm flat on yours, fingers interlacing while he pushes inside. he fucks you like that—both your hands holding his, slowly and somehow still rougher than before, and even after both of you finish, he doesn't let go. you fall asleep with fingers intertwined with his.

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

He Canceled Hot Girl Summer 🔥

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13 months ago...

The night that the birth control decided to fail...|

You were laughing with Aaliyah over something stupid as the two of you waited at the bar to order your drinks. Well, actually, the topic of the moment was seeing Jay get hit on by a guy who clearly didn't know that she wears a strap. Maybe the poor drunken man thought Jay was just a tomboy or didn't know what a stud was, but she didn't complain as her drinks were being paid for.

“She's fucking awful! I hope that poor man knows what he's asking for.” You shouted with laughter, flipping your hair over your shoulder. There was a brief sound of someone going careful and a hand being placed on your waist. “Huh?” You turned and were met with the prettiest blue eyes you've ever seen.

“ ‘areful where ye swing tha hair lassie.” The man with which the blue eyes belonged to had given you a teasing grin, “ ‘lmost took ma eye out.” His accent was thick, and if you didn't have practice with understanding your brother-in-law's Baltimore accent, you would have been lost.

“Why are you close enough to get hit by her hair?” Aaliyah snarked. Her lip was turned up, and eyebrows raised.

“Nae need tae get tha claws out, just tryn’ ta get a pint!” He glanced at Aaliyah and then back at you.

“Well I'm sorry for almost taking out your eye handsome, it'd be a shame for you to lose it.” You make no move to hide that you find him attractive with the way you look him over. You turn to face him completely, ignoring how your friend huffs indignantly. “Let me make it up to you by buying you a shot.”

“Innit ‘posed ta be tha other way ‘round?” He asks as he leaned into you. He still hadn't taken his hand off of you and instead pulled you in closer to him.

You hummed and nodded your head and introduced yourself to him, and in turn, he told you to call him Johnny. The shots got ordered along with your insanely sweet drink and his beer.

“My friends and I are gonna be bar hopping tonight, we're just waiting on my brother and one more friend to get here.” You told him you're practically sitting in his lap at the bar. Standing between his legs closely and enjoying his warmth. You've already made your mind up that he was going home with you.

He cuts a nice figure, fine with well built muscles, and that fucking mohawk and the stubble that's not quite a beard yet. He's ruggedly good-looking but also has that boyish charm. It's in the way he speaks to you that lures you in, because he's funny too and that's your downfall. You've always loved a clown because truth be told if a guy couldn't make you laugh, he couldn't make you wet, and that's just a fact.

“Ye're gonnae be hopping in those heels?” He looks down at your platform pumps and laughs, “Ye're more likely to break an ankle in those.”

“Johnny!” You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair, “you're fucking stupid.”

“I could be fuckin’ ye stupid.” He fires back, his voice low. His eyes are half lidded, and you suspect they haven't left your lips or boobs for the better part of the conversation.

You're stunned for a moment and sip your drink, trying your best to get your bearings. Not one to be showed up and flustered so easily an idea pops into your head. At some point, he said that fruity drinks were mostly sugar, insulting your precious sex on the beach. You take another sip of your drink and then kiss him, shoving your tongue and the liquid into his mouth.

Johnny is shocked for a second before he kisses you back with just as much excitement. Both hands rest on your ass and he squeezes. A groan coming from deep within his chest. When you pulled away, you nipped at his bottom lip and smiled at him. The energy between you two was efficiently charged, a promise of what was to come.

“Come with me and my friends tonight, my friend Rosette needs some company, bring the pretty boy you're here with.” You say, “and then when I inevitably break my ankle in my heels, you can carry me home.”

Johnny only grins, “sure thing bonnie.”

Chapter 2: A year later, and he's finally in your DMs📨

The Hot Bitch Club🔥💖🔥GC

Aaliyah: Bitch! Check ur Insta😠 NEOW

Rosette: srry bby in advance, I couldn't stop her 😔

Jay: I sat back and watched. Ngl😁

You: 🤨 wth? Ain't yall out partying?

You had just put your sweet baby down for the night, and part of you was praying he'd stay asleep for a while. There were plans to catch up on your shows and finally do something to your hair. The last four months have definitely been an adjustment. For all the blessing Omari was, he certainly didn't take his little foot off your neck. He was already particular about everything in his little life. He has just discovered his own little feet and gets angry when he thinks you have taken away his toes with the introduction of socks and booties.

Omari really is just spoiled. He's the first baby in your family since your youngest brother and he's treated like a little king. Your father wasn't too happy that you had him, even more unhappy when you refused to come home back to the States. Your reasoning is that you weren't giving up your dream job that you managed to snag a year ago, and your employer did not want to let you go. So, thus, it became the reality of your family visiting as often as they could. And they made it a point to spoil this infant rotten. When the girls are around, you don't even think he sits on his own ass.

But that's besides the point because right now you are quickly scrolling through your Instagram notifications and seeing a barrage of likes and all of them are from either ‘KG_KG’ or ‘Tavishstation’ and all of them are on photos of you and Omari. Then a message pops up from the user Tavishstation.

Tavishstation: Bonnie lass, uh yea, is he mine?

You: I'm srry, what now? Who is this? Quickly.

Tavishstation: it's me Johnny MacTavish from a year ago…

You stare in pure shock and immediately click the profile. Immediately, your body goes cold as you stare and scroll through the feed of the hot, funny, and freak nasty guy that left you with Omari. They had the same blue eyes, and while Omari was on track for much more curly hair, the color was even the same. The feed was filled with the life of an army soldier, photos of gun ranges, army fatigues, and group pictures with what you assume to be colleagues. Dotted between those snapshots of work life were pictures of his family, large gatherings, sisters and brothers, cousins, and fuck he was Catholic? Not that that was a bad thing, but you could already hear the headache of your GiGi going “Omari is AME, he needs an old fashioned baptism, hell the white suit is already bought.”

You: Johnny! It's great to hear from you! 😅

Tavishstation: 🤨🤨🤨 why didnae ya tell me?

You: boy! You did what sneaky links are supposed to do! Sneak outta my house before I woke up! 🙄

You: 🤔🤔Also, explain to me how I was supposed to find you when all I knew was that your name was Johnny and you hunch like a dog in rut?

Tavishstation: really that's all you remembered about me? Can't say I'm not happy about that 😉

You: 🙄 sir…please be serious I beg.

The little typing bubble is reappearing and disappearing for several seconds. He's seemingly trying to get his thoughts together. To calm your nerves you get up and start flipping through Hulu, anything to ease the tension in your body. You didn't plan on reconnecting with Johnny, you didn't even think you'd hear from him again. Hell, you didn't even think about dating as your baby and career came first. Long nights working and early days running yourself ragged. Daycare drop offs and pick-ups, juggling meetings with your boss, and an endless stream of trying to find time for sleep. The thought of finding a husband or even a fuck buddy fell to the wayside.

Tavishstation: Look, I know that this is sudden. I really am just as surprised as when I found out from your friend Aaliyah. I had to practically beg her for a way to contact you. I don't want you to think I'm the type of man who shirks on his responsibilities, and Omari and you are my responsibility now. I'm on leave for a while, and I would like to meet him and see you and just kinda figure out where to go from here. Maybe we could get a paternity test?

You stared at the message and agitation slowly crept up your spine. A DNA test? They shared the same eyes, Omari even had his father's big head. You should know, you had to push him out of you!

You: a dna test? bsffr John. 😒😑

You: you and him have the same face and eyes. The nose may be mine but everything else is all you.

Tavishstation: nae bonnie, I want it so I can sign the birth certificate. Trust I see that he's my clone.

You: look, John I don't need you to sign anything, especially if you're doing this out of obligation and not cause you genuinely want to. The last thing I wanna do is go through the courts and shit should you decide you don't wanna play Daddy anymore. Let's just save us all the headache.

Tavishstation: Bonnie lass

Tavishstation: gimme a chance plz? We can co-parent and I'll follow ur rules and everything.

You take a screenshot of the conversation and send it to Rosette privately. She's the only one who has ever kept a level head, and after you sent one to your older brother Autumn. He would have a more invested cause in this new development seeing as how he was the Omari's godfather.

Rosette: he has a right to try girlie. Give him a chance.

You: idk, I don't wanna deal with a sometime parent.

Rosette: he didn't know and when he found out he got sick and vomited on Aaliyah's shoes. He really did beg. We broke down and gave him your insta.

With the chat with Autumn it was only one sentence.

Autumn: don't bring him to the crib. We will meet him together in public. Dad and Mom would not be happy about this if I let you meet him alone.

You flip back to Instagram and see that Johnny sent additional messages.

Tavishstation: I didnae upset ye?

Tavishstation: of course we'll do it all on your terms bonnie.

You: fine. Tomorrow is Sunday. We can meet in public for brunch with my brother Autumn.

Tavishstation: can I have your number? 🥺

You: 🙄 fine.

You send him your number and not even thirty seconds later your messages ding. It's him.

Johnny: Thanks my little bird

You: did you just call me a bird?

Johnny: yea tha a problem

You: these cultural differences between us will get you cut wide open. Don't let my friends hear you say that.🙄🙄🙄

Johnny: OH yeah! Thas an insult to you americans 😂

You: look, here's the address to where we are meeting in the morning. Let's try to keep it all low key?

Johnny: I'll try, but I'm meeting my son and seeing my girl. There will be tears and none of it will be low-key. 😊☺️

You: imma stop ✋🏾 you right there. We are not doing the whole me fucking my baby daddy thing. We are co-parenting should this work out.

Johnny: 🙂🫠 if you say soooo

You: 🙄😒 night John.

Johnny: night Bonnie, kiss our bairn for me. 😘

On Johnny's end, he's back on base. Part of him can't sleep and he's wishing for Sunday morning to hurry up and get here. He's got a bairn, a wean, a little him just out in the world. He missed all of the pregnancy, and he wondered if he would have been any good at that part.

When he got back to base that night, he was still in a state of shock. Kyle only patted him on the back and said that they were all with him no matter what. Simon just shook his head, mumbling something about “you gotta take one out of Captain's book and keep them very well hidden.”

It was John who had the most sensible advice, always like a father to him. He had taken him outside before he sent his initial message. Lit a cigar and offered him one too.

“You need to decide before you go barging too eagerly into their lives. That girl and her baby have been fine without you so far.” John took a drag of his cigar to let the words sink in.

“Am I not supposed to want to be a part of their lives?” Johnny finally asked. He didn't really smoke cigars, preferring other leaves when he was alone with Kyle. But the taste grounded him and took the edge off.

“I'm saying that you need to offer her and your son something that other people, her family, can't give her. You need to be consistent and honest about who you are and what you do. We've got enemies to high heaven and back kid. Won't do her any good if she can't make an informed decision.” John is speaking from experience, his own wife is a testament to how carefully he keeps that part of his life hidden.

Johnny lays in his bed, scrolling through your Instagram page. It's littered in photos of the past year. Ultrasound photos, candid pictures of you holding your baby bump, an elaborate and fun baby shower that he wished he and his family had been part of. Omari is perfect, all gummy smiles and blue eyes that match his own. It's like looking into a mirror. He scrolls to a picture a little farther back, careful not to double tap and like anything. He finds what he is looking for, a photo of him and you from when you first met.

It was the two of you mostly sober before the body shots started. He was sitting at the bar, and you were sitting in his lap. The two of you looked like a perfect couple, and he remembers that moment clearly. He thought about it during his year away and imagined that he had a girl waiting for him back home. You had kissed him and made him drink that fruity drink of yours, and it made his stomach flip. Such a pretty brown bonnie wanted his attention, and he really thought you were the prettiest bird in the bar that night. There was something there, hidden beneath the flirtatious touches and kisses, behind the teasing words and slurred praises, even after the heat of sex cooled into sweet kisses and cuddles.

He should have stayed a little longer and dealt with the chewing out from John and Simon.

He had a chance to get what he wanted this time around. He hopes you feel that spark again, and then everything will snap into place.

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[rekino2114]

Hey man!

If you’re currently taking requests, I was wondering if you could do Mai Valentine x male reader?

I don’t really have anything specific in mind for my request, so I’d love to see what you come up with!

Mai valentine getting jealous

A/n:Thanks for requesting again man. I went with both headcanons and a scenario cause I couldn't decide which one to do. I hope you like it. (Sorry if this took a while, I had other stuff)

When mai gets jealous, you're gonna know very soon. She's pretty possessive over you and is not afraid to show everyone that you're her man

If you're talking with one of your female friends, she won't do much since she knows that your friend knows you're taken and so won't try anything

But if it's a girl she doesn't know, then she'll stand near you and hold your hand the entire time, maybe give you a kiss on the cheek, so that the girl knows that you're with her

If, for some reason, the girl starts to flirt with you even when mai is near you, then your girlfriend has no problems telling her off and challenging her to a duel if she continues. you'll even get her strongest card when she inevitably loses

"C'mon handsome, why don't we take this somewhere more private? I can show you a good time~"

"A-actually i-"

"Hey! What do you think you're doing you bimbo?"

"Oh mai, thanks for coming, I told her i-"

"Don't worry, I know, babe, it's this idiot's fault"

"How dare you-"

"He told you he had a girlfriend, and you still tried to hit on him. Sounds like an idiot to me, or just a bad person, you decide"

"H-hey you-"

"Now leave me and my BOYFRIEND alone, or you'll face the consequences"

She pulls out one of her harpy cards

"I've been told I'm a pretty good duelist, and I've been itching for a duel"

The girl storms away embarrassed while mai gets closer to you and kisses your cheek

"Thanks, mai, that girl really didn't know when to quit"

"It's nothing, baby, I want everyone to know not to mess with my man"

"Hehe, were you jealous?"

"What if I was? Any girl would be jealous when a random woman flirts with her handsome boyfriend, not that I can completely blame her, you are smoking hot after all"

"As are you"

[pigfacedbitch]

Dating Hort of Bloodbrook

summary : general headcanons of dating Hort while being the princess of Camelot.

word count : 0.7k

type : headcanons

pairing/s involved : Hort x Reader, Sibling! Tedros x Reader

warning/s : discrimination against Nevers and Evers.

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Note : I know this is late but this has been on my unfinished works since the movie came out. I fell in love with Hort, he is so cute and loyal to Sophie 🥹. I haven't read the books but I might soon when I need to escape reality again.

You will likely be a year younger than Tedros.

Because of the heir and the spare™.

I know it sounds bad but some rulers actually do those.

Tedros is extremely overprotective over you, especially when Queen Guinevere ran away with Lancelot and King Arthur died.

He's like the typical older brother you see in movies; handsome, buff, (kind off) a meathead, and annoys you to know end.

Will also be the first one to come to your defense.

When you got to the School of Good, you were determined to destroy the image of being Tedros' little sister.

Which results to you preferring to be a hero in your own story than being a queen in someone else's.

As expected, you quickly became friends with Agatha.

Not afraid to stand up to those who think girls are inferior to boys.

While the other Evers found the Nevers horrible for being future villains, you have a neutral perspective towards them.

After all, the School of Good has many stuck up and vain students.

Meeting Hort was definitely a memory to remember. It was when Professor Dovey took the first years to the Wish Fish (Let's pretend Agatha didn't free them).

When you put your hand on the water and begin to think of a wish, you didn't feel the water swirling like Agatha told you she experienced,

Instead, it was hand that intertwines its finger with yours.

And it harshly pulled you down the water.

The girls' screams and the professor calling out your name in panic caught the boys and Tedros' attention, running to the 'rescue'.

Under the water, you see someone smiling at you, or at least that's what you hopes he's doing.

A Never named Hort, son of Captain Hook.

Tedros immediately pulled you out of the water, with Hort in tow.

The angry professor commands the nearby guards to bring him back to the School of Evil and how Lady Lesso will surely punish him.

"It seems like I'm your wish, my lady."

He expects you to be disgusted like the other Evers. To his surprise, you give him the sweetest smile he has ever seen in his life.

"That you are, Hort of Bloodbrook."

To say Hort is surprised was an understatement.

You didn't only smile at him but also knew his name.

Cupid's arrow struck him at that moment. His villainous smirk drops, staring at you with wide eyes as much as he could before they were out of sight.

Tedros, who saw the whole thing, was not pleased and gave you a warning on how Nevers can't be trusted.

After your encounter, Hort seeks you out more.

You didn't mind, he is an odd yet funny companion.

He also doesn't care for one's physical appearance like the girls do or how you're nothing but a pretty face with a royal title like most guys think.

He encourages you to be yourself, like Agatha does.

You two would get judgmental looks from both sides.

Sophie was pissed, not only because Hort was losing interest in her but being the princess of Camelot is everything she wants to be.

So is Tedros. And everyone else who sees you together.

Agatha is just worried and would remind you to keep your guard up.

But you enjoy each other's company, that's what matters.

Hort was in love with you the moment you met but it took you a longer time to realize your feelings for him.

You only told Agatha about it but Tedros overheard.

Believe me when I say that Tedros will demand you to be examined.

"She's not under any spells, my prince."

"Are you certain?"

"Oh my God, I love Hort and there's nothing you can do about it!"

Everyone in the hall heard you.

Silence before a giddy howl ensues.

Hort runs to you and gives the biggest hug you could ever receive.

Despite being initially embarrassed, you returned it.

Before he could kiss you like he always dreamed of, Tedros stops him.

He pulls out Excalibur and points its tip on Hort's neck. Your brother will mercilessly give the poor boy threats if he broke your heart or hurt you in any way. Agatha joined in without words, just sending a warning glare on his way.

Hort would be lowkey terrified but so happy at the same time.

I mean you love him back. He could take a fucking army if you command him to.

Lady Lesso and Professor Dovey would only look at each other in disbelief, worried for what happens next.

[unifox]

Sunset lover

~Pairing: gn!Reader x Mingyu

~Genre: fluff / angst / NonIdolAU

~Warnings: Mentions of food, beach, jealousy, feelings and confusion, overthinking (don't even know what should and shouldn't be a warning at this point)

~Words: 2,5 k 

~Summary: When your cousin decides to ruin family bonding time by bringing two friends to your shared beach house, you unexpectedly find a lover in his childhood friend

a/n: SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG. It's finally here!!! Wonwoo just became a background character who almost doesn't appear but yeah.

Also, regarding the boy's ages: Cheol, Mingyu and Wonwoo are the same age (one year younger than reader) and cousins May and Rina are like 4 and 7 years younger than reader, respectively.

Inpired by the songs Sunset Lover - Petit Biscuit, Fuck It- BoTalks and Bends - Carly Rae Jepsen

Taglist + anon list open! ~Foxy🦊

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When the four of you reached the food trucks, the place was full. You all walked around trying to see what kind of food there was but ended up settling for hamburgers. Rina said she wanted a regular cheeseburger and stepped out of the line to look for an empty table.

You and your cousin May fell into a comfortable conversation, talking about whatever while Mingyu stood behind you two, just listening.

Every once in a while May would sneak glances at Mingyu who attentively listened to you talk. After ordering, May decided to stay with her sister and keep her company, leaving the two of you to wait at the pickup area.

"So... Mingyu, how's life abroad? Making many new friends? Are you living alone?" You bombarded the boy with questions. It's been around three years since you last saw each other and it was a pleasant surprise to see the skinny tall boy coming home all grown up, strong, mature... and really handsome

"It's been pretty good! I live with a roommate, his name is Jeonghan. He taught me a lot haha... My classes are also fine but I'm still trying to get used to using another language whenever I leave the house" He says proudly

"Got a girlfriend?" You thread carefully

But the man smirks

"No, I only got eyes for you"

You roll your eyes smiling. He's flirty now too

"As if" you both giggle together when you get called by the staff of the food truck

After eating Mingyu excuses himself and heads to the toilet. When he's out of earshot, both your cousins turn to you and smirk.

"He's totally crushing you"

"YES. He's totally like a puppy looking at its owner... Maybe you should own him..."

You choke on your drink, almost spitting it

"Girlie are you ok? Are you guys even hearing yourselves? Mingyu's just being nice" You try to recompose yourself

"Ugh blind. He's literally giving you heart eyes, and won't stop looking at you"

"Maybe he looks up to me? Cause I'm older" You try to reason "He's just flirty. Maybe he's like this to all girls"

"He wasn't flirty with us" Rina speaks while gathering the trash

"Maybe because you're six years younger than him?" You speak with a duh tone

"Wow y/n, you're really blind. He's into you, that's why he's flirting... Oh he's back"

If Mingyu notices the sudden silence between the three of you, he doesn't mention it. You all stand up and look for a place to get dessert but the only thing on your mind is what Rina said

He's into you

What about you? Are you also into him? I mean, he's cute but you never saw him as more than your little cousin's (even if only one year difference) friend. It felt kinda wrong to crush a younger guy when you were a teenager but now... In your twenties... Does it really matter?

Mingyu notices that you're lost in thoughts and every once in a while he links your pinkies in order to bring you back and get you to not lose yourself in the crowd of people

Add caring to the list of green flags in Mingyu.

After that night, things seem to have changed a bit

Mingyu seems to be getting closer to you and also seems to be spending more time with you than with his friend, who actually invited him to the house.

You're cooking. Mingyu is there to help

You're cleaning up the kitchen. Mingyu offers to do the dishes

You're going to the beach earlier. Mingyu is ready to make you company

Mingyu was everywhere you were. Maybe your cousins were right, maybe he's... a tiny bit into you? Let's find out

One afternoon, everyone decided to stay back in the house and just lounge by the pool, but not you. You decided to take a walk on the beach. And of course, so did Mingyu.

You were a bit skeptical regarding his (and your) feelings so you came up with an idea. See if he gets jealous.

"So, Mingyu... Tell me more about that roommate of yours... Jeonghan was his name?"

"Yeah, Jeonghan" Mingyu liked talking about his friend but you seemed too interested in him and it was making him feel weird

"What's he like? Is he older?"

"Yes, he's really nice and caring but he's a menace sometimes. He's a year older than you"

"He's also from Korea?"

"Yeah..."

"Oh is he single?" You asked but this time looking deep into his eyes

Oh, how he could get lost in them. It took a lot of strength to not kiss you right now

"Hm why"

"Oh you know... weighing my options... When Cheol goes to visit you I could tag along and... meet some guys" you said looking at the beautiful sunset. Oh, he was jealous.

"Why not me?" Mingyu didn't miss a beat

"What?"

"Why not me? Go out with me. We're not kids anymore. I'm not a kid anymore" he emphasized stopping in his tracks to fully look at you

You stopped not expecting him to be so forward with his answer and feelings. Turning around he looked... ethereal

His light clothes swayed with the sea breeze and the pinks and oranges of the sunset complimented his tanned skin so well. You know Mingyu was good looking but you didn't realize he was THAT good looking

"I... You're..." You were caught off guard and didn't know how to respond.

Mingyu sighed loudly at your statement, or rather your lack of a response.

"Well, if you didn't like me that way you should just tell me. Please don't lie to make me feel better" he looked uncertain about what he said himself but turned around and walked back to the house.

Why did you say that?

When you returned to the house, the boys had gone to the market to buy more snacks and drinks

You couldn't even say sorry because he wasn't there

After getting in, you went straight to the room you shared with your cousins. They both stood in the living room and exchanged concerned looks since you didn't even spare them a glance.

Why did you say that? You didn't like him? That wasn't true and you knew it. What was it then? Afraid of being lonely? Were you being too sensitive?

Those thoughts made the tears start to flow

"y/n? Are you- oh my god" May immediately got inside after seeing you crying sitting on your bed "What happened?"

"Did something happen with Mingyu? When he came back he seemed upset as well..." Rina added and that made you cry harder

May hugged you and let you cry until you were too tired to do anymore. When you finally calmed down you told them everything, from the night you went to the food trucks to the moment he left you on the beach

Lonely am I being sensitive? You are the sensitive one Where are you tonight? Where's your home tonight?

Mingyu didn't mean it, but he couldn't help but put his walls up

He didn't want to be hurt anymore

When you guys were younger he saw that you looked at him the same way you looked at Seungcheol. Like a little brother, which he didn't really like. He desperately wished time would change the way you saw him and he left it up to fate

He went to uni abroad while you took yours in your home country and now it's his vacation and he's back home. Of course, he knew you met other people and he did as well, but sometimes he wished it was you there, in his arms

And now he knows that you don't want him, and it breaks him.

Of course, it crossed his mind that maybe you both could be together temporarily like some sort of summer love but he didn't think he could handle the aftermath when he left again.

He was upset but what could he do? He couldn't just stay away from you when you were living under the same roof for 2 weeks but he could distance himself a bit. Seeing you would definitely make his heart hurt more.

Mingyu didn't realize that he was being awfully quiet during the market trip, which was very unlike his upbeat puppy personality

"What happened to you?" Even quiet Wonwoo went to check on him

"Nothing"

"yeah sure" Wonwoo shrugged but Cheol turned around to put his hand on Mingyu's chest to stop him

"Are you messing around with my cousin?" Seungcheol asked skeptical

"What? No I-" Mingyu tried to defend himself

"Then what? Explain yourself. We got time" Cheol motioned for them to sit on the small bench at the market's exit. Popping open a can of beer and motioning for both friends to sit as well

"Well..."

"Well, I'm screwed. I guess I do find him endearing but at the moment I couldn't say anything. I do like him a lot but I never considered... dating him. I'm not opposed to the idea tho"

"Just go on a date with him. What could go wrong? Just go for it" May said

"What if things don't work out and we get awkward? I don't want to ruin things for Cheol-" You started to panic again

"Can you stop overthinking for one second? Just do it, the rest is the rest" Rina exclaimed "Gosh, I will charge next time for the therapy session" She smirked when you started giggling. At least you weren't crying anymore

"I guess you're right. Thanks. What would I do without you two" You said hugging them both. "Now let's go, you'll both help me with dinner"

"Oh no..."

You dragged both girls to the kitchen and gave them instructions to prep the tomatoes and arugula to make with pasta. You went to freshen up quickly, getting rid of your crying face and went back to help them and cook the pasta.

When dinner was almost done the boys arrived with more bags than anticipated.

"Sorry we took too long. We got some extra stuff because Mingyu said he was gonna prepare a special meal for us tomorrow" Cheol announced as he set the bags near the counter. The other two did the same and Mingyu started to put the ingredients away.

The girls moved to set up the table, asking Wonwoo to help by taking the heavy stack of plates to the dining area. Cheol gave you a soft smile and moved out of the kitchen as well.

"I'm-"

"I'm sorry I acted that way" Mingyu cut you off "Actually I wanted to talk to you about it" Oh no, he thought "You caught me off guard, I won't lie, but I wanted to give it a try. You and I"

Mingyu stopped what he was doing. Maybe he was imagining things

"We could go on a date tomorrow if you'd like it... I mean, if you're still willing to"

"Yes- I mean. Yeah, I would like that" He said without hesitation

"Oh, great" you have him a shy smile " Can you help me take this pan to the table?"

"Yeah, let's go" he moved to help you smiling brightly. Maybe things were starting to work out

The next day arrived and passed as normal. In the afternoon you all decided to go grab some ice cream and you and Mingyu decided to separate from the rest to go on your date.

"You didn't have to pay you know? I'm the one who has a job and not a part-time" you smirked as he passed you the waffle cone

"I'd be rude if I didn't pay on our first date" he retorted

"Well thank you, what a gentleman" you giggled as he sat opposite you. The ice cream parlor was daily empty, but it was good because it gave you some privacy.

"Mingyu" you started "I wanted to be honest with you. I think you're cute and overall a great person, but I would be lying if I said I ever thought about dating you. I don't see you as a kid anymore, you've grown into someone so admirable... you grew up so well. Your confession wasn't something I was expecting but I guess the idea of us became... surprisingly pleasant" you said looking at him

"Y/n, thank you. For being honest with me. I- I have liked you since we were teens and when you didn't respond I put my walls up. I didn't mean to be rude to you, I guess I was just scared that you would reject me. I shouldn't have acted that way I'm sorry... but I'm happy. I'm happy that you're willing to give us a chance" he smiled. A smile you could definitely get used to.

"Well lover boy, how about that special recipe Cheol said you were going to prepare?" You said and he smirked

"Get really to taste the best dish you've ever had. I'll sweep you off your feet and you'll definitely fall for me this time" he said proudly, taking a bite of his cone and having some ice cream on the corner of his mouth

"I'll be looking forward to it" you said while grabbing a napping and cleaning the corner of his mouth.

He could get used to that

Your days at the beach were ending and your dates with Mingyu were making your relationship become stronger.

"Mingyu what are your plans when we get back to the city?" Tina asked as you all were lying on beach towels under the sunshade.

"I'll go visit my family for a while, my grandma lives on the countryside" he answered and took a peek at the magazine you were reading. Your head rested on his stretched arm and he moved you to basically lay on his chest since his arm was starting to feel numb.

"Before you go back to uni, could you spare me some time?" You asked looking up at him. Even under the sunglasses, he could see your doe eyes

"Anything for you" he smiled

"Ew, don't say those things in front of us" Seungcheol made a face of disgust and gave Mingyu a slight slap. "Anyways, anybody wants to go take a dive? I'm melting"

"Yeah let's go" Wonwoo said standing up, as well as Rina. May also stood up but reached for her purse.

"Should I get us snacks? That tent is selling French fries"

"Oh yes, please get us two portions! The boys eat too much" you responded sitting up as your dousing just nodded and went on her way.

"Before I move back I'll take you on a really nice date. Maybe at your house? I could cook again since you liked it so much" Mingyu smirked as he resumed your previous conversation

"What are you implying Mr. Kim?" You side-eyed him but smiled after "That would be nice, I'm sad you'll have to leave me soon" you pouted

"Don't worry, I'll come back running for my girlfriend. You could also visit me you know..."

"Oh? Am I your girlfriend now? Since when?" You raised your eyebrows at him. It was amusing to poke fun at him, his cute pouting was a sight you loved

"You don't want to be my girlfriend?"

You pecked those pouty lips. You were both being really cliche, but with him, things were beginning to feel right.

You pecked those pouty lips. You were both being really cliche but with him, things were beginning to feel right.

"Yes, I would love that"

I'm sorry about this open ending! I got stuck on this one and had to extend it because I wasn't liking it at all. I hope you guys like it! Likes and reblogs are appreciated! Stay tuned for the Wonwoo version!!!

[happyhauntt]

if my wish were granted — nikolai lantsov

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─── summary: anya likes teasing nikolai. it’s far too easy to get under his skin. this time, enjoying some peace aboard the Volkvolny, anya claims that she prefers sturmhond’s rugged looks over nikolai’s princely features.

─── pairing: nikolai lantsov & anya kamenev (original character.)

─── warnings: fluff, a lil angst if you squint, this is steamy with sexual references but no actual smut, i'd still put it as 18+ just in case, pre-established relationship, this might be the closest to smut i've ever written and i need validation so please tell me i did a good job even if it's a lie, mentions of past injury. oh and krysa = rat.

─── word count: 1.4k.

     The gentle rocking of the ship is a soothing lullaby to Anya. Curled up and warm beneath silk blankets, she feels like she is small again and her mother is humming a sweet Old Ravkan song in her ear, familiar and strange all at once.

     Her mother, of course, did no such thing in Anya's youth — all those nursemaids and nannies — but the rhythm of it is still a balm on her soul. The rocking of the ship, the steady beat of Nikolai's heart beneath her cheek, the scent of saltwater on his skin. This is home, she thinks. She has never felt contentment like this before. She fears she never will again.

     Nikolai stirs beneath her. He toys absently with the loose locks of her hair, curling honey-coloured strands around his fingers. A soft smile stretches over his face, and when he speaks, his voice is low and husky with the remains of sleep. "What are you thinking about?"

     She looks up at him, so close she can feel the warmth of his breath on her face. His lips brush her hair as he speaks, and something lights up inside her chest. A spark she prays will never go out. A sense of safety that settles over her only when he is near.

     She doesn’t respond at first. She raises her hand, draws a gentle line down his face, from his brow to his chin. Nikolai shivers beneath her touch. Her finger lingers on his nose for a few moments, brushing lightly over the tailored crookedness of it. Nikolai tilts his chin and kisses her fingertip.

     “Not much,” she says, finally, and it’s the truth. Her mind feels fuzzy and warm, and the air in the cabin smells like candle wax and salt. Though their country is wartorn and her thoughts are forever occupied with other, more pressing matters — here and now, her mind is quiet. Anya will savour this bliss, these fleeting moments of peace between them, for as long as she can. It is the only time he belongs to her, and nobody else.

      His grin is wide and smug and edged with lovesickness. The tips of his fingers draw abstract shapes on the bare skin of her shoulder. “That’s quite an achievement. I must have done a fantastic job, if you’ve managed to lose your thoughts. I had worried it couldn’t be done.”

     Anya scowls mockingly at him, but she cannot fight the smile that curls at the edge of her lips. “Alright then, sobachka, you asked for it. I was just thinking that I quite prefer your nose like this. All rugged and handsome.”

     He chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that makes Anya’s stomach do somersaults. Muddy green eyes rove over her, as familiar to her now as Nikolai’s usual hazel. “I think I prefer when you used to call me krysa.”

     “Ah,” she says, “but I didn’t kiss you then, did I? I’d call you krysa and push you into the nearest puddle. And you certainly weren’t this handsome then. You were still a boy, prim and proper and clean-cut.”

     "But I was a soldier, darling, and you did manage to fall madly in love with me.” A muscle jumps in his jaw, and Anya feels like she’s won some kind of prize. “Is that not ruggedly handsome enough for you?"

     "I'm in love with you, am I? That's news to me."

     A low growl rolls through Nikolai’s chest and suddenly she's beneath him. He hovers over her like a Saint of all things unholy, propped up on his palms with a wicked grin slashed across his mouth, and he kisses her deeply, tongue lashing over hers before he trails lower, peppering open-mouthed kisses over her jaw, her chest, her stomach.

     A calloused hand wraps gently around her thigh. The rings studding his fingers are cold against her skin. He kisses her broken knee, softly, reverently. Looks up at her through heavy-lidded eyes. "How is it now?"

     "Much better." It had never healed right, but the pain of it doesn’t bother her much anymore. Anya is a soldier, after all. The salty breeze and the warmth of the air have eased the brittleness of her bones. Ravka's cold will be the death of her someday, she's sure.

     The scar that remains is little more than a puckered white line, disguising the sort of damage that will never go away, not completely. She had a cane made for when the pain is at its worst, when the chill makes her bones feel like knives beneath her skin and she can no longer put on a brave face. For the most part, it remains hidden out of sight. She despises feeling weak.

     "We're about an hour out from port," Anya murmurs, as Nikolai trails another line of kisses up her body. He ignores her for a moment, choosing to wrap her leg around his waist instead, humming against the column of her throat. "We should get dressed."

     His heart sinks at her words, and he buries his face in her neck. He feels her hand curling into his hair, stroking idly through tailored-red strands, and he wishes there was some way to stop time.

     He wants to press his lips to hers and kiss her until she's breathless. Wants to fuck her hard into the mattress until the rest of the world melts away and there's just this room and him. Wants to make her come so many times she can't remember her own name. Anything to keep her for a moment longer, soft and safe and happy, where the hell of reality can't touch her.

     But Nikolai has no such power, and in the next moment Anya is pushing him away, shimmying out from under him until she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, feet planted firmly on the floor. He reaches out with desperate hands, tries to latch them around her waist, but Anya merely casts an apologetic glance over her shoulder.

     The battle is lost, Nikolai knows, and so he sighs. Settling back on his elbows, he watches her retrieve some of their discarded clothes from the floor.

     “You look better in my clothes than I do,” he tells her as she tugs his shirt down over her head. She turns to face him, silhouetted against the golden light as it spills through the window. His shirt is long and loose on her, gaping at the chest where she’d pulled the ties undone. The hem just brushes the top of her thigh, leaving the rest of her long legs exposed in a way that leaves him breathless.

     She reaches up and sweeps her hair out of the collar, allowing it to fall in tangled curls down her back. “That’s because I’m wearing them, and you’re not. Up now, Kolya. Procrastinating will not make me stay longer; we both have schedules to keep.”

     When the Volkvolny finally docks in the port at Os Kervo, Nikolai kisses Anya just before she reaches the gangway. He keeps a tight grip on her waist but his lips are soft, tender, and Anya knows that if kisses could have a flavour, this one would taste of sadness.

     Saying goodbye is always the hardest part.

     When he pulls away, finally, he keeps her close. Their foreheads press together and his eyes are closed, as if he can keep her that way, as if the secret to making her stay is pretending she will always be there.

     She runs her thumb over the bridge of his nose, over the knots of ill-healed bone that Tolya put there, to disguise Nikolai’s true features. When he opens his eyes, they are green and not hazel, and a bolt of grief streaks through her. She misses them. She misses him, so much, and he is still here.

     She wonders if there will ever come a time when one of them isn’t always leaving.

     Two weeks after she leaves, a letter from Tamar appears, delivered with the rest of Anya’s correspondance. Her laughter peels out of her office and if her employees wonder what has made their boss, usually so stern and sober, sound so utterly giddy, then none of them mention it.

     Please tell the captain that you think he’s handsome as-is, Tamar writes. He keeps goading Tolya into actually trying to break his nose. Anya laughs until tears drip from her chin and the ink smears across the page. And if her next letter to Nikolai is a little more complimentary than usual, well, that’s a sacrifice she is willing to make.

[0x1lovebot]

three; 🌿

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 | one | two | three | four

1.6k words. [1,623]

warnings; angry chan, mentions of arranged marriage

now alone in the garden, y/n got back to her work of picking new flowers for the rooms in the palace. she picked, and she picked, and she picked. it was a mindless repetitive action, and it allowed her mind to wander. 

her mind replayed one specific memory, a memory y/n tried not to think about. she didn't like that memory. it made her happy, it gave her too much hope.

she was 15 again. it had been a few weeks after her mother passed away, and y/n was still grieving, hard. she couldn't even remember the last time she had smiled or laughed or even just enjoyed the smallest things. all she felt was numb. 

y/n was alone in the garden, planting seedlings of flowers in a new patch of fresh, soft soil. the sky faded from a fiery orange to dark red as the sun set over the horizon. the chill of the evening breeze bit at y/n’s skin through her thin dress as she continued her work, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. nothing mattered anymore without her mother there with her. 

“hey, you’re going to catch a cold out here." a voice warned. 

y/n turned her head and met eyes with chan. even in informal clothing, chan still looked as handsome as ever. under the setting sun, his pale skin seemed to glow like the jewels in the king's crown. his black hair, although very unkempt, framed his face beautifully and looked dark red due to the color of the sky. even in her state of grief, just seeing chan brought color to her very dull world.

a ghost of a sad smile crossed y/n's face as she turned back to the ground in front of her. 

"it's just a breeze channie. you don't have to worry about me."

chan sighed at his best friend's stubbornness. he knew that she was going through a very sad time and he wanted to help. but y/n seemed to shut him out.

"i always worry about you y/n. you seem to cloud my mind every hour of the day."

y/n's breath caught in her throat. chan had this way with words that made her heart flutter no matter how she was feeling. she did not like it. nonetheless, she acted as if it didn't affect her.

"i doubt that that's true. i bet you forget about me with every princess you meet. i'm afraid i might lose you to them one day." she teased, but her heart sank slightly at the thought of it being true. y/n wished she was born into royalty sometimes. maybe then she would have an actual chance with the person she was in love with. and after losing her mother, she knew that she couldn't stand to lose chan either.

chan sighed again as he gently grabbed y/n's wrist, stopping her from planting the flowers. he pulled her up off the ground and turned her to face him.

"y/n, you're not going to lose me, ok? no matter how many girls i meet, you will always be my number one. i've known you the longest. you mean the most to me. no matter how chaotic my life gets or how many princesses i meet, you’ll always be at the top. i promise.”

even now y/n still didn’t know how chan knew to say those words, but at the time they were comforting for her. they made her feel happiness, warmth for the first time in weeks. but thinking about it now she knew that it was unrealistic for chan to try and keep that promise. he was going to be king soon, and it was very well known that royalty stayed with royalty. and sadly she couldn't change that.

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chan walked at an accelerated pace through the halls of the castle, while hyunjin brushed away any stray pieces of dirt or grass from the back of chan's robes. he really wished his time in the garden would have lasted longer. it was the first time in months, he had spent time with y/n. it felt nice to see her face, to hear her voice, to smile and laugh with her like they did when they were kids. 

"this is so unusual." chan mumbled. usually the rulers would come for their meeting and then return back to the comfort of their own kingdoms. why were they staying now?

"yeah I know but it seems that there is nothing you can do until you find out more." hyunjin reasoned as he wiped the last speck of dirt off of chan's robes.

the 2 of them now stood at the entrance of the dining hall. more commotion could be heard on the other side of the doors, more commotion meant more people. chan sighed at the thought of having to interact with people other than his family, for that morning's meeting had left him very socially drained. and if the rulers families were anything like them, this would be even more taxing on chan's will to live.

"well in you go, your highness." hyunjin said as he pushed open the doors of the dining hall. "enjoy your meal."

chan shot hyunjin an extremely annoyed look before masking it with a smile and entering the room. 

"ah there he is." chan's mother welcomed. "come and join us son."

chan sighed through his nostrils, holding onto whatever composure he had left, and made his way to the table in the very middle of the room. he took the empty seat between his father, and his younger brother, felix who looked just as unwilling to be there as chan felt.

on the right of felix sat king chinmae and his family. his wife looked sullen and detached, like all the light in life had been sucked away. that's what happens when your partner for life breaks your trust one too many times. chan thought. he felt bad for the woman and for their young sons, youngho & minhyung. he couldn't imagine what it must be like to see your own father disregard your mother as if she met nothing for someone he barely knew.

on the left of his mother sat king jinsang. he didn't have a family, well not a legitimate one anyway,so he sat by himself gorging on food as if he hadn't eaten in years. it was quite disturbing to watch actually. most of the people at the table made it a point to avert their eyes, out of sheer discomfort and slight disgust.

and at the very end of the table sat the dreaded king jiwoo, accompanied by his only daughter, inyeong. the last time chan had seen her was when he was 15 and she was 17. she still had the same harsh, sharp features similar to that of a marble statue. her black hair had grown quite long though. the black strands were curled in large, bouncy ringlets, framing her pale face and indifferent expression. she looked regal, however the sinister look behind her eyes didn't go unnoticed by chan. her eyes snapped up at him, and the intensity they held made chan's blood run cold. he'd seen the same look in her father's eyes countless times. 

inyeong never left her kingdom with her father unless she absolutely needed to, so why was she here? why were they all here? what was this?

"so," chan's father started. "as you all know my first son will assume his role as king soon. as the ruler of this kingdom he will need a woman to rule beside him."

everyone at the table murmured in agreement, while chan quirked an eyebrow in confusion. 

'why would my father bring this up now?' he thought.

"and at his age of 24 i think it's about time we continue this tradition. so with the blessing of me and king jiwoo, my son bang chan and his daughter hong inyeong will be married in 2 weeks time!"

chan's heart stopped. there was no way this could be happening. not with inyeong. chan's chest started to tighten as his eyes searched the table frantically, gauging the reactions of his table mates. to his surprise only he and felix seemed to be rocked by this news. even their mother seemed okay with this happening, and she wasn't really one for the royal traditions. 

and yet, she knew. they all knew, except for him. he didn't even have a fucking choice in the matter.

chan's ear and face grew a bright red as anger started to rise in him. he gripped the armrests of his chair with such force that wood whined under his hands. if he squeezed any harder the wood snap, just like he was about to.

"hyung are you ok? your knuckles are turning white." felix whispered. chan turned to his brother and cocked his head. 

"am i ok? am I ok?!" chan seethed. "of course I'm not okay! none of this shit is fucking ok!"

the other royals gasped at chan's outburst.

"chan, watch your mouth!" his father boomed.

"are you fucking kidding me?! I don't want this shit! I barely know inyeong and you want me to marry her for the sake of the kingdom! you didn't even fucking give me a choice, you decided for me!" he yelled. "but fuck my opinions when it comes to your beloved traditions right?"

chan threw his chair back from the table and stood in an instant. he stormed out of the dining hall and straight to his quarters without another word. he couldn't be in there anymore. he couldn't be around them anymore; it was all too much.

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[scaly-freaks]

Sorry to harass about the inmate au again, but my sister was just talking about R Kelly and how he had all these female supporters even after he was caught on camera degrading this 14 year old girl, and I remembered how you wrote that the media loves Aegon because he’s “young, handsome, and evil” and it made me wonder whether Aegon would have groupies, and what sort of effect that would have on Amara, this distortion of her story into this narrative.

Don't worry, this is absolutely not harassment! Honestly this AU is in the back of my mind at all times, but I can barely handle writing the one ongoing one so I might do some sketches for this instead at some point.

And as for the ask...there's this fact I hate facing as someone who will always defend women against men, and it's that no one hates on a woman the way another woman can. The viciousness of women towards women never fails to astound me. It's like society programs us to go at each other, whilst men are trained to stick together.

That being said, some - or all - of those groupies would either pretend Amara doesn't exist or straight up revile her because she got to be the centre of attention for their "dream man" and threw away her chance (there was this talk show in the 80s I think, where two Richard Ramirez fangirls got into a fistfight on air, so I mean, the psychology is there).

Aegon, being a Machiavellian wonder, would figure out quickly enough she's tracking him in the news, and since the guards often sell stories to journalists about high profile prisoners, he makes it obvious when he talks about the groupies he's writing back to (whilst not responding to Amara's letters at all). Amara actually mails one of the many hair ribbons he gifted her back to him in one of the envelopes under some deluded belief that he might keep it under his pillow. She regrets sending it later, but in the moment she missed him so much, she just wanted him to have her there. Aegon gifts the hair ribbon to the #1 groupie who he's gotten engaged to so he can justify conjugal visits, and she of course blabs about it to the media, loud and proud. Amara sees the ribbon around her neck and almost loses it.

Now, I'm not saying Amara's a killer or anything, but Aegon has trained her to shoot wild animals in the forest, so she can definitely aim and fire to kill without a second thought. She'd have a truly horrific period of mental health where she begins to stalk this groupie (let's call her Cassandra, no particular reason why) and tries to psyche herself up to do her harm. But in the end, she does realise it is exactly what Aegon would want her to do and runs to tell her therapist all of these urges instead.

(When Aegon realises his plan hasn't worked, he breaks off that engagement so fast *-*)

[carlsdarling]

Carl and Reader have matching tattoos no one can change my minde

Matching Tattoos

Some headcanons to Carl`s and Y/N's matching tattoos... Everyone is 18 or over

WARNINGS: violence, angst

You and Carl hooked up shortly after he and his people arrived in Alexandria. You were charmed by him from the start, his lovely character, his handsome face, his skills at the gun. Carl acted much more mature than the teenagers of the same age you had grown up with in Alexandria; probably this was because he had already experienced and been through so much, whereas in Alexandria it had always been safe.

Carl also always had a bit of a dangerous, ruthless aura, and that also turned you on. But on the other hand, Carl actually wants a lot of affection from you, and he loves to lay with you for hours and cuddle, playing with your hair. He also has no problem showing his feelings for you in public. Holding hands, kissing - everyone knows you belong together.

Your relationship has developed very rapidly. When Carl lost his eye, he had a mental crisis for quite a while afterwards and was depressed and didn't want to see anyone, including you, so it was a hard time, but you put up with Carl's moods, cared for him tirelessly and never left him alone. Gradually, Carl got over it, was able to allow your closeness again, and learned to cope with his injury.

During the line-up, when Negan murdered first Abraham, then Glenn, and then pinned Carl to the ground and demanded that Rick chop off his arm, you were so desperate that you tried to intervene and distract Negan by taking off your shirt and bra and offering yourself to him in exchange for him leaving Carl alone. You had remembered what the Governor had done to Maggie and hoped Negan might be appeased that way. But he pushed you away and ordered you to get dressed again.

In the aftermath of that event, Carl was furious; no sooner was the worst of the shock over, Negan and his people gone, and Maggie left for Hilltop with Sasha, than he grabbed your wrist, dragged you into the trailer, and started a fight. "Are you fucking insane? How can you do something like that? What if Negan had been into this?" he yelled. - "Carl, I thought you might lose your arm and bleed to death! I couldn't just stand by and watch! It would have been a small price to pay to keep you safe!" - "Don't ever do anything like that again!" he commanded. "I'm protecting you, not the other way around, is that clear?" His beautiful blue eye sparkled angrily.

"I'll survive somehow," Carl assured you. - "We'll both survive somehow," you objected, "together." You then decided to get matching tattoos for each other. There was a lady in Alexandria who had been a tattoo artist before the fall, and she tattooed the letters "JSS" for "Just Survive Somehow" on the left shoulder blade of both of you.

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Tags: @loveforcarl @knochentrocken0808

[akaibaras-yearning]

Chapter I: Whispers of Blue

Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his genes And now I'm covered in the colors Pulled apart at the seams And it's blue And it's blue

~Halsey: Colors

Warnings: feelings.

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She collapsed onto the unforgiving ground, the echoes of her labored breaths mixing with the collective exhaustion of her classmates. Every inch of her body seemed to protest aching in places she didn’t even know could ache, the sweat clinging uncomfortably to her skin, marking the effort she had exerted. Yaga-sensei made sure that they knew that he would, in fact, not be holding back on their physical training. 

At least it was their last class of the day. With eyes closed, she allowed herself to indulge in the anticipation of a really, really, really good scrubbing in the shower, she might even have enough energy left to lose herself in a trashy romance book before she passes out on her bed.  

As she summoned the courage to lift her heavy eyelids, she was met not by the comforting embrace of twilight or the soothing warmth of a setting sun. Instead, her gaze collided with an overpowering shade of blue that seemed to engulf her in its depths. It was a soul-crushing hue, one that left her feeling adrift in an ocean of emotions she struggled to comprehend.

 She felt like she was drowning.. She didn’t even get to process what exactly she was looking at. The sky? No. For a moment, she felt as though she was drowning in that azure abyss, lost in a sea of emotions she couldn't quite comprehend. The sky seemed insignificant compared to the presence that loomed over her.

Her eyes traced the contours of circular, pitch-black glasses, and in that instant, a name echoed in her mind like a forbidden word, 

“Gojo-senpai.”

Her upperclassman smirked, drawing back from invading her personal space, leaning back to his full height, “Alright, stand down Shoko. She’s still alive!”

How long did she analyze his face exactly? In that fleeting second, it was like she stood at the edge of a cosmic pause button, where time took a breather and everything faded except for the captivating depth of those eyes. Heat began to creep up her neck as she accepted the hand offered to her by Haibara. Geto-senpai gave them an apologetic and reassuring smile, a hand comfortably resting inside his pocket and the other offering the girl a bottle of water which she took gratefully, muttering a polite “thanks”.

“That Yaga is really good at breaking the freshman’s spirits.”

The white-haired teen snickered, “You all did better than Utahime, though. I heard she actually cried during her first physical training.”

“It’s Utahime-senpai to you!” The miko-wearing woman quickly retaliated, fists bunched on her sides. “And big talk coming from the cocky bastard who got one-upped by a stuffed bear!”

“That was a one-time thing!”

(Y/n) can’t help but quietly laugh at their banter, her gaze turning curious at her senpai’s words which Shoko seemed to observe, explaining further.

“The idiot was so cocky that he actually dropped his Infinity for a moment, and the Cursed toy wasted no time giving him a much-earned uppercut.”

Geto laughed heartily, as if reliving the memory in his head, much to Gojo’s dismay, “And ever since then, Satoru always has his Infinity up. What a pushover.”

“I’m cautious, there’s a difference!” Gojo tried to explain, however it all fell into deaf ears as the giggles spread among the small group.

Their whining senpai sighed in resignation, pushing up his chest even though his pale cheeks were dusted in pink, “I was gonna be a good senpai and all ya’ know, I was gonna treat my adorable kouhais with some tasty ice pops, but..” He clicked his tongue.

Haibara was quick to act on his feet, singing praises as he began to massage the taller man’s shoulders, “The great Gojo Satoru! How generous, how powerful, how handsome!”

Just like that, his air of confidence was restored, hands on his hips and nose in the air, “Ah, I see you recognize true value. This is why you’re my favorite kouhai, Haibara!”

His statement was punctuated with haughty laughs, basking in Haibara’s praises.

“What a pathetic man, honestly.” Utahime deadpanned before she ushered the other students to exit the training grounds. “Let’s go.. before we get infected. Idiocy is contagious after all.” A collective laugh echoed again amidst the group of sorcerers, their miko-wearing senpai ushering them to the nearest convenience store. And even with his proclamation earlier, Gojo still ended up paying for the whole lot, Shoko and Geto wouldn't have let him do otherwise anyways. 

The girl lagged behind once the group began to distribute the cold treats, seemingly satisfied with watching the dynamic between her schoolmates. Looking at the blue raspberry popsicle in her hand, she wondered why every shade of blue that isn’t his eyes feels so wrong now. Like every other shade is just a poor imitation. And the blue that’s so selfishly always encased behind pitch-black glasses is the only shade of that color worth seeing.

She then felt silly and apologized to the popsicle for demeaning it in her head. And then thanking it for the cold satisfaction that’d spread within her once she tasted it. 

“Good, huh?” Haibara chuckled, purposely lagging behind and falling into step with her. 

“All things taste better when it’s free.” She was quick to retort, enjoying the sweetness of the popsicle. 

Her classmate’s eyes seemed to smile in tandem with his lips as an easy laugh fell from them, “Man, how crazy is it to be friends with the strongest sorcerer in this generation? Feels like a fever dream.”

She meets his gaze with a faint smile, her reserve momentarily melting away under the warmth of his laughter, “It’s.. definitely interesting. Seems like something we’re not allowed to do, for me.”

The blonde in front of them let out a soft disgruntled groan, “I’m disappointed. I thought that person would at least have some decorum. But this..” Nanami’s sentence trailed off just for them to hear their senpai’s, 

“Oh yeah? You don’t think I can’t finish two popsicles in one go? Do you know who you’re talkin’ too?”

Said senpai then proceeded to engulf two popsicles in his mouth, scuffing the treats down while sporting an absurdly exaggerated expression of determination, as if he were conquering the greatest challenge of his life.

The freshmen’s smiles fell flat, well at least (Y/n) and Haibara’s did. Nanami’s already displeased face just deepened with a twitch of his eye. “The whole of the Jujutsu World rests on his shoulders? I think the Gods have abandoned us.”

They silently watched the Satoru Gojo scarf down the frozen treats. Rose’s own popsicle nearly consumed, she propped the remaining chunk of it in her mouth, a boisterous laugh echoing in front of them as their pearly-haired senpai pointed condescendingly at his friends. 

“I proved your asses wrong and won more treats. I just can’t stop winning, honestly.”

He spoke as though he bore the weight of his own greatness, flashing the two finished popsicle sticks that were both faintly engraved with the word ‘winner’.

At the same time, while their other senpais threw their protests, she had finished her own treat, pulling it out of her mouth, Haibara was already broadcasting it before she was even finished with reading the engraving. “Oh! (Y/n)’s a winner, too!” Their Geto-senpai snickered, “Would you look at that? Looks like you ain’t anything special anymore, Satoru.”

Unperturbed, even with his sunglasses, everyone saw him rolling his eyes, “Hah? That is just factually incorrect. And I won two. I don’t wanna hear anymore from you losers.”

He then made a particularly derisive face holding an ‘L’ sign on his forehead. The rest just watched in amusement as they could practically see the tick on the Curse Manipulator’s forehead. But even before Geto could retort,

The girl blinked as she was quite literally swept away with a heavy arm on her shoulders, expensive perfume, with primary notes of pine and mint, assaulting her nostrils.

“Sorry, I can’t hear ya. The winners are gon’get their rewards. You losers just stay put, now.”

She was sure she heard multiple popsicle sticks zoom their way, she craned her neck over his arm to look behind, seeing the wooden sticks stopping mid-air from hitting him and then falling listlessly on the pavement. The girl didn’t say anything but her senpai replied anyway, 

“Neat party trick, right?” Frustration filled her as she once again felt that strange sensation of being tongue-tied as she tried to answer, her eyes tracing that dimpled smirk over and over. Her inadequacy didn’t seem to faze the man beside her as he let his arm fall away from her shoulder. Only then did she feel her face cool down. Meaning.. it was hot before? Her body is very confusing today. 

Oblivious to the girl’s inner musings, the taller man began to talk as they made their way back to the konbini, popsicle sticks in hand.  It amazed her just how good he was with making one-sided conversations, his questions were mostly rhetorical, answering them himself before she could even open her mouth. 

So she simply nodded her head along, opting to observe the literally suffocating presence beside her. Men and women, people in between, of all ages stared as they walked by. Of course, they were staring at him. Besides his obvious deviation from the common local features, the way he walked just screamed: dominance. Each step was a declaration, a proclamation of his superiority, and the world seemed to bend to accommodate his presence.

Even with her own knowledge of who this man is, even if they were walking together, she felt the disparity between them. Her silent observer's role felt like a mere spectator in the grand performance of his life. Try as she might, she couldn’t understand how he was able to walk with that much of an ease when certain responsibilities fell on his shoulders just because he was born. 

Her train of thought came to an abrupt stop when he looked at her as if he was expecting something. Those devastating eyes of his prickling her skin as his shades slip down slightly from his nose.

Shit. Did he ask something? Was she just stupidly looking at his face while she was lost in her own thoughts? Her brain racked itself inside and out but her senpai saved her from making an even bigger fool out of herself by repeating without her needing to ask,

“You a Clan baby?”

She blinked, “I’m sorry?”

“Nah, it’s okay. I’m a Clan baby, too.” His shoulders shook from his own joke. A slight pout formed on his lips as he scanned her deadpan expression, “It’s just, I think I saw you in one of those, very much uninspiring, Clan meetings my parents forced me to attend.” The girl’s eyes furrowed, he came to those? When? Surely she wouldn’t have missed this much presence, much less forget it. 

As if he read her thoughts, which the girl would be grateful if he stopped doing, he answered,

“It’s wayyyy back, though. When I could still be bribed with sweets.”

“Oh. But uh,” She cringed at her own voice, clearing her throat to dispel the unnecessary ball of nerves in her windpipe. Why is she so nervous? “Yeah, I’m one.. I think.”

A singular ivory eyebrow raised at her statement, “I wasn’t aware that my question was something to be given with an ‘I-think’ answer.” This time she did feel her cheeks burn. Before an apology could spill from her lips, a bell chimed. Her senpai was already busting the door of the konbini open as if he owned the place. Her shoulders relaxed, grateful that his attention was diverted to something else.

That something, rather a someone, was the cashier of the konbini. A portly man holding his ground against the strongest sorcerer of this era.

“Get lost kid! There’s no way you won two times! You’re a cheat!” 

“Yes, of course, I enjoy my free time by engraving sticks to fraud a hundred-yen popsicle.”

A poorly stifled chuckle brought the two men’s attention to her. The cashier eyed her uniform,

“You with this menace, little miss?” The taller teen cackled, extending a hand toward her without looking away from the man behind the counter. Without missing a beat, she got what he’s asking for and handed him her own stick. With a lofty smirk, Gojo extended his hand to the baffled cashier, spreading the sticks like a deck of cards, flashing the ‘winner’ engraved part directly.  

“Pay up, old man.” His smirk turned into a full-blown grin as Abe-san, the cashier, guffawed in disbelief. His steps begrudgingly slow, they didn’t know if it was on purpose or he sincerely couldn’t carry his own weight, he opened the freezer, dropping three blue raspberry-flavored treats on the counter. 

“I oughta’ ban you here, kid. You always do this.” 

Opening his new treats in vigor, one hand extending the girl’s reward to her, he just scoffed, “That’s stupid. I keep this place alive.”

With nothing but a grin sent to Abe-san’s way, her senpai already began strutting to exit, leaving her to bow in apology to which the older man waved away,

“You’re good, little miss. This ain’t his first, most certainly will not be the last.”

She opened her own popsicle, exiting the konbini to see shaded eyes peering at her, treat in mouth as he motioned her back to where their friends were (hopefully) waiting. 

This time, silence occupied their small walk back, both student focused on the cold, sugary confections in hand. 

Now, though, as she finished hers, she turned her stick over.. and a second time more. But the stick was disappointingly un-engraved. A chortle sounded from beside her. Gojo leaning down to assess her predicament. An air of contentment surrounded him as he stood back, which should have irked her, if not for when he handed her his also finished stick.

It was her turn to quirk an eyebrow, Is he giving me his trash, now?   

And much like the first few times, he’d responded before she could even express her discontentment, 

“Looks like the first one was a coincidence, little miss.”   

The blue-eyed teen now running the few short distance to their other schoolmates, she was about to throw the sticks to the nearest bin, if not for the unmistakable etching on one of it. 

‘Winner’.

Looking back, she’s sure that the other frozen treat he’s shoving in his mouth held the same marking, too. 

[shelbgrey]

Can you do one where the reader is Gabe's soulmate and they have a breakdown cause they were hiding all feelings, good and bad. They break down in Gabe's arms and whilst venting say “I gotta say, I'm not doing so great. I keep trying to start over, but I can't get anywhere because I'm lost.” Then Gabe comforts them?

Love this request. Glad I got to write for my favorite angel again.

Love of a lifetime (Gabriel)

Paring: gabriel x Soulmate!Reader

Prompt: 1.1) “I gotta say, I'm not doing so great. I keep trying to start over, but I can't get anywhere because I'm lost”

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Call Gabriel what you want. He can be manipulative or harmful to humans if he really wanted to. But one thing is for sure he'd never lay a hand on her or even put her in danger. He'll play all the practical jokes he wants on her brothers or send them to any univers, but when It comes to her no harm will come.

Gabe didn't know how to discribe it. When he first met her and her brothers were after him. Of course he was pissed but when he first saw you all anger seemed to dissolve. He didn't know why... Actually he did but he didn't want to admit it.

Arc-Angels are supposed to have Soulmates or they'll be assigned a person to watch over. Unfortunately God didn't trust Gabe to be a Garudian Angel so he was surprised when he felt the love sick feeling his whole body was feeling when he saw her kind eyes.

That day he voved to always protect her even if she never found out about his unconditional love he felt for the the hunter. He's all jokes and partying but when he promises something he keeps it. When the mystery spot becomes known to her and her brothers, Gabe made sure she didn't get sucked into the time loop Sam and Dean were in.

He knew how much y/n loved her brothers so while Dean was dying and sam was losing his mind y/n was completely clues. But she wasn't too clueless, she started slowly putting the pieces together and soon she had a dozen questions for the so called Trickster.

The third time she was sucked into TV land, but like he promised there was no harm to her. He would put y/n in the same reality as her favorite shows to impress her. But after the Winchesters Cracked the case once again she finally asked her unanswered questions while he stood in the holy fire.

“call I ask you something?” she asked after brothers left. His brooding face soften and he simply shrugged.

“Sure Sweetheart”

“Why us? Specifically why do you target my brothers but not me?” he stifled a laughed and put his hands in his pockets.

He weighed out his options. He could either tell her the truth and get rejected or he could lie and not only protect him but her. He also knew he was bad news and even dangerous. And even if he promised to always protect her its not safe for an Angel to be with a human.

“... Just wanted to see how it would play out” he lied right through his teeth. She slightly nodded with disappointment. She couldn't explain why she had a soft spot for the Trickster or she started to notice how handsome he was.

“see ya around Gabriel” she nodded putting outt the holy fire and walking to the impala. She never breathed a word to her brothers about the conversation she had with the Angel.

--------(1st pov)--------

“GOOOOOD MOOORNING!” my alarm clocked shouted. I sat up suddenly and heard Gabriel's voice shouting through the speaker of my alarm. I sighed and tried to shut it off but his voice continued in a broadcasting voice.

“it's a beautiful day in Kansas with 80% chance of a vengeful spirit flying around, but don't worry the Winchesters are on the case... I'm your host T Rickster”

I sighed and ripped the corde out and tossed the alarm clock to the side. I sighed finally getting some quiet.

“that's not very nice Sweetheart” I jumped at the suddenness of his voice. I looked and he was leaning against the was of my room. I rolled my eyes and got out of bed. I opened the door of my room.

“if you don't mind” he rolled his eyes with a smirk and with a snap of his fingers he was gone.

This happened for months. I woke up to the sound of his voice everyday. And everyday turned into him coming to the bunker to heal whatever scratches or bumps I got from a hunt.

As the months went on we got closer. He always knew how to make me laugh or smile. I also noticed how pretty his wisky colored eyes were and how adorable his smile was. But the harder I fell for him the scared I got.

Then one drunk night I got something I never knew how badly I really needed it. Once his lips met mine it felt too good to be true... I guess it was. He started to distance himself for me. Is voice wasn't heard every morning and it slowly turned to maybe three days a week.

It hurt... I guess it wasn't all his fault do to the fact I was scared to tell him how I felt. Scared of what my brothers would do if they ever found out. After about a week of mopping(as Dean would put it) I admit it to Sam. I knew I could trust him and he didn't get angry like I knew Dean would.

“we can't help who we fall in love with” he told me.

After a particularly hard hunt I ignored my brother's worries and went to my room. As soon as my door closed I let out a sob. Everything seemed to be hitting me all at once. Every possible negative outcome happened tonight. I felt broken and tired, I felt even more pain when I realized Gabe didn't show up like he usually dose.

Dispite the pain I fell backwards on my bed and chocked down a sob. Feeling the acke in my back a rolled over to my side. As I moved I was face to face with Gabe's leather jacket that was just carelessly crumbled on a chair near my bed. It was right where he left it... Right before he started distaning himself from me.

I winced as I got up and wrapped myself in the jacket. The smell of his colone and what ever candy he ate invaded the my sences the closer I pulled the piece of clothing closer. I crawled back into bed trying to get some rest.

“you look like shit” a all too familiar voice said destroying the quiet. I quickly set up and saw gabe leaning against the wall with his head down.

“thanks” I grumbled and slowly set up. He sighed and walked up to me. He raised his hand getting ready to heal me. I slapped his hand away before he could.

Gabe gave me a sorrowful look and pulled his hand away. I looked down not wanting to meet his sad look. “I'm sorry” he said just above a whisper.

I scoffed then looked up at him. “What did I do wrong?” I asked him as tears pricked my eyes. He tilted his head like he didn't know what I was talking about. “you were my friend... Then you just disappeared... Was that kiss so awful?”

“What? No! No... T-that's...” he scoffed and shook his head as he became lost for words. “it's just... I'm not right for you... You need to start over and find someone who will treat you the way you deserve” he said quietly.

I gulped thinking of all the pros and cons of what I was about to say. I thought of the negative out come of it, but it's now or never I guess. “I gotta say, I'm not doing so great. I keep trying to start over, but I can't get anywhere because I'm lost”

He looked up at me and gave me a soft look as I continued. “I'm lost without you... Everyday I woke up to your voice and everyday I fell deeper and deeper for you” I said feeling my chest tighten.

Gabe gently pulled me into his arms. I was engulfed into the smell and touch I missed so much. I finally let the tears fall as hid my face in his chest. “I'm so sorry” he mumbled and kissed the top of my head as he held me closer.

“I love you... And it scares me” he confessed. I looked up at him with watery doe eyes. He softly smiled and placed his warm hand on my cheek. “but I don't plan on giving you up again”

He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my lips. It wasn't like our first drunken one. It was softer and longer. It felt like it was supposed to be our first. It felt like forever was in our favor.

[popironrye]

Art block hitting me like a mother-

Decided to throw a little meme together.

It's no shock I got a lot of ocs, and thanks to a mutual who had me sit down and go through them, I got 34 ocxcanon ships alone. So narrowing this meme down wasn't easy. But I gave it shot! Read more if you wouldn't mind me rambling some more <3

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Because They're Cute: Laura Kinney (specifically from the X-Men Evolution cartoon) snagged the cute category cause she's as adorable as she is deadly. And with her is my x-men oc Savannah Lane, to whom I am very attached to so I had to include her. I think the two work best as misunderstood friends that mirror Sabretooth and Wolverine on paper and grow to care deeply for one another. X3

Because They're Pretty/Handsome: The Captain from the Hellsing Anime is one of those characters that intrigue me and made me want to see more of him. Like Savannah, the oc of choice I ship with him is another I hold very dear. Luciana Rosa. The two have a great back and forth as enemies to lovers as the two go from opposition to Luciana fighting for a more equal partnership where The Captain is always by her side that turns into something more when Luciana defies death by becoming a werewolf and loses everything she had. <3

Because They're Sexy: Victor Creed (In this instance, the Origins: Wolverine version) is THAT kind of character for me. The oc I started off with him is Janet Lane. Savannah's mother. And what was going to start of as a one time fluke actually became a more on again off again thing cause I liked their ship so much. Heck in a alternate take of the movie where Victor and James roles are reversed, I actually made Janet and Victor married and he's a great family man. The two may not be the most official thing in my mainline, but a mutual casual hookup every now and then is good too...for now. ;3

Because They're Badass: Had to get another Hellsing character in here, and who better than Integra Hellsing herself? I created my oc Henry for no other reason than I wanted to go a much more old fashioned long family name to uphold the business where Integra actually has kids of her own. And I am so glad I did, cause their fankids are characters I love! But even beyond the kid aspect, I do think Integra and Henry are really cute. Henry is practically a non goth Gomez Adams. He adores the ground Integra walks on and would do anything for her. :3

Because I Feel Bad For Them: Oh Teddy Lobo, you pathetic chaotic dumbass. Obnoxiously loud and over confident to the point I can't help but think it's all a big act to shield away some deep insecurities, fear, and cowardice. For this reason I went the whole gang warfare angle and created Anastasia Zbikoski. A feisty Slavic goth goddess part of a rival mob family. They two are super fun to write as the most intense enemies to lovers that may turn into a bit of Romeo and Juliette situation when Teddy realizes that while he loves to annoy the hell out of her and wreck her family business, he doesn't want her dead. Stasha on the other hand loves to inflict pain on Teddy whenever she can, but actually killing him never comes to mind. As far as she'll admit, killing each other would cause too much inner conflict with their families, but truth be told she'd miss him. XP

Because I Relate to Them: Ok, I'm cheating on this one, but I wanted to talk about both of them, so there. As a codependent twin myself, I feel the heck for Stanley Pines in Gravity Falls. But of course I couldn't leave out Stanford! Especially with all you weirdos that love to villainize him. I will be taking no Ford slander here! Anyway, the ocs for the gilf twins are Frida Guevara for Ford and Wanda Lovelace for Stan. Frida and Wanda have been childhood friends for years, they're practically sisters. Wanda got Frida out of an abusive marriage and helped her raise her two daughters. The two have lived together for decades, and the wholesome dynamics between them and the brothers is sweet. :)

Because They're My Type: Cheating again, but IDC! Technically the ocs I ship with the lost boys keep the boys poly, so I say it counts! In the picture shows Paul and Dwayne, who I think would be my type the most, but really I would be doing a disservice not to say David, Star, and Marko are totally my types as well. I mean, they're 80s bad boys, most have long hair and facial hair, ride motorcycles, and are secretly monstruous blood thirsty vampires. What's not to love? Just for them, I have the ocs Barbara Whitman, Stevie Holloway, and Maryanne Briggs. A trio of witches that catch the vampires eyes for their unique style and hearty personalities. Plus they're hot goths, what's not to love? For these girls I chose to keep the boys poly, meaning I not only ship them with all 4 girls (4 cause I gotta include my girl Star), but each other as well. I like to keep it like this for unique dynamics and a wide pool for their relationship that would be too limiting if I'd ship them monogamously. After all, the member that winds the girls into the vampire circle isn't any boyish charms, it's Star and Barbara's openly bisexual ass. XP

Because They're Underrated: Maxwell Lawrence from the same movie, you are loved here! For the main antagonist of the movie, I don't see many people talking about him. Granted they're so many good characters in the lost boys, I can see while our vampire dilf often gets left behind his much more show stealing lost boys. But for me, he needs love and that love comes in the form of my oc Judith Fairbourne. A older mother of girls. (and lycan but cross that bridge when they get to it) who he just swoops in with the goal of calling him the mother of his weird little family. It actually works well in his favor as I think Judith and Max work well off each other, in that older with more life experience way. Judith is very receptive to Max's flirting and does much flirting of her own. Max gets a chance as a girl dad and getting parenting tips from Judith while she gives the boys some much needed motherly attention. In addition, Judith's triplets and baby daughter have this cute sibling dynamic with the boys and I just think they're neat.

Because of Their Hatedom: While I know she's super popular in the male furry kink community, the general feedback I've seen is some pretty unfair hate on Loona from Helluva Boss. Sure, she's overly aggressive and moody to people that may not deserve it, but the amount of people I've seen wish actual death on her is crazy, especially in defense to Blitzo who is also a tragic victim of abuse and copes by being overly rude, violent, and creepy. I'm serious when I say that I think if Loona was a male character with the same mannerisms and slap stick, she wouldn't be as hated. You gotta remember Loona is a young adult coping from a life of being abused, abandoned, and treated like the lowest lifeform in Hell. Blitzo's attempt to be a family with her is admirable, but showering an abuse victim is affection will not make them better. Kinda got off track there, ANYWAY my oc for Loona is Georgina Satin, a fellow hellhound modeled off the African wild dog. She's similar while being the complete opposite of Loona in the way she delt with similar abuse, but she hides it with an overly optimistic, cheery, and helpful personality. Plus she's a bit ditzy. The two are really cute together and Georgie will always be there to show Loona she's not alone, while Loona helps Georgie come to terms with her own past abuse.

Because They're Comforting: Technically this one falls into a self insert ship, but my mummy sona is very much an oc in her own right. Ardeth Bay is a beautiful sight that makes me happy to even think about. The Mummy 1999 is my favorite movie ever and it's also a comfort movie. Meaning the characters in it are also my comfort characters. And to further bring comfort, I made Eleanor Arnold. A friend from many past adventures with Rick before he went to Egypt. Ardeth and Ellie are from completely different worlds, coming together in best ways possible. <3

Because I Don't Like Their Canon Ships: Dipper Pines from Gravity Falls is one of those characters I just don't care much for the ships other people ship with him. Actually surprising to me, the other characters on this list as far to my knowledge are single. And while Dipper technically is too, he's the only one that has shown interest in other characters. It's weird, I've never noticed most of my ocxcanon ships were like that where the canon character isn't shown to have a partner. Anyway for Dipper I got an oc named Belladonna Wixx. Technically a old character I basically killed and used the foundation to make a new one cause she needed an update. Her and Dipper have this cute friends to lovers thing going on, being good friends as kids before giving each other a chance later. Plus Bella has a male best friend named Manny that hangs out with Dipper a lot, cause I think Dipper should have some friends to go alongside Mabel with Grenda and Candy. So came Bella and Manny. :3

Because I Can: Oh I have a reason for shipping Bowser from Mario alright, but it means I'm getting into those 'hear me out' arguments since he's a giant turtle. Well for this giant anthropomorphic fire breathing turtle, I made an anthropomorphic insect in the form of Princess Poppie Honeycomb. She's fun cause I made an entire kindom and species name for her. She's a giant, wind controlling, flying hornet that I think just look really cute. Give Peach a break dude, she's not interested. Get yourself another girl that'll give you the time of day. XD

[thechaoticdruid]

MEET THE PARENTS

Okay so I've had this same Astarion x Tav idea floating around in my head for a while and I'm so surprised I legit have not seen anyone write about it! It's basically the classic meet the parents scenario! Yes I know we never see Astarion's parents and probably never will, they could be dead for all we know, but they are elves, a very long lived race so it's very possible they could actually be alive! So basically I'm gonna start a little fun writing challenge and tag three of my favorite Astarion romancers.

@spacebarbarianweird , @vixstarria , @marcynomercy

(If none of you are actually interested in this I'm so sorry 😭 I just wanted to do a thing.)

The challenge is to write up headcanons of your Tav meeting Astarion's parents and vice versa. Doesn't matter if your character's parents are dead or MIA this is strictly a what if scenario. And if you'd be so kind please tag some Astarion x Tav writers you think would be interested in this challenge!

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Astarion meeting Winnie's parents.

It definitely was not planned, Winnie literally had no idea her parents were even alive.

Her Gran had told her a long time ago they went missing off on an adventure after leaving their village and that they were very likely dead.

About 20 years later after their disappearance Winnie returns back to the ruins of the village she grew up in with Astarion accompanying her.

Astarion had actually insisted on venturing here in hopes of finding a lead on the drow wizard that plagued his beloved's nightmares.

The one who orchestrated the massacre of her village before kidnapping and experimenting on her.

There's nothing left but basically an unmarked graveyard. The amount of death and dark magic that seeped into the area has even brought some of the dead back from beyond the grave.

It is a horrifying turn of events for Winnie, actually seeing some of the people from her childhood roaming the land as lifeless corpses and then actually having to kill them herself this time.

Once the two of them were safe they took shelter in one of the old huts which just so happened to be Winnie's childhood home.

Astarion had to hold and comfort her as all the memories of her village's slaughter came flooding back.

At some point as they rested they noticed something watching them.

It was a wolf, with dark brown fur, eyes shining pink in the moonlight. A very peculiar shade indeed.

Peculiar but not unfamiliar as Winnie's own fuschia colored eyes stared back.

She just had to follow after the wolf and eventually it led her back to a small hut surrounded by some kind of dome-like barrier.

The wolf ended up shifting into the form of a tall muscular human woman who was none other than Winnie's long lost mother!

A short pudgy man with a lute stepped out of the hut as soon as he heard the tall woman shout. This was Winnie's Father.

Winnie was overwhelmed with all kinds of emotions with the revelation that her parents had been alive all this time!

Molly and Harry were their names.

Despite welcoming Winnie with open arms they seemed rather on the fence about Astarion.

At first glance Molly was overjoyed that her daughter had a partner so handsome and immediately began to babble on about what beautiful babies they'd make much to Winnie's dismay and embarrassment.

Harry was polite and willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. He wasn't as baby-crazy as his wife.

Then came the realization that Astarion couldn't pass their magic barrier they'd created to keep out undead.

Winnie was quick to come to Astarion's defense however, but learning that your daughter's lover was a vampire would be unnerving for almost anyone.

At first Winnie's mother even asked if she was with him willingly, wanting to check and see if she was charmed. It was honestly a bit ridiculous.

Molly was checking her neck for bite marks and nearly losing her mind and screaming when she found them there.

Harry had to calm down his wife, wanting her to give the vampire spawn a chance.

Things were a bit iffy from there on our, but eventually they came to accept Winnie's undead love.

And Molly expected a dhampir baby or two within the next few years, which Winnie had to remind her frequently that she was not ready for that and might actually never be ready for it.

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Winnie Meeting Astarion's Parents.

This was Winnie's idea all on her own.

Despite Astarion always telling her she was the only family he needed whenever she'd bring up the subject on if he thought his family was still around or not.

Yet the curiosity, the uncertainty just ate away at her.

His past was a mystery, not only to her, but to Astarion himself.

And they were elves for gods' sake. So it was very likely that they hadn't yet succumbed to old age.

What's two centuries to an elf?

But also she wanted her beloved to have someone other than herself to feel loved unconditionally by.

The human female had no idea how long she'd be able to run from her mortality.

With help from her tressym familiar Maddie to keep Astarion occupied, Winnie returned to Baldur's Gate in search of any old records of the Ancunin family.

Using her Hero of Baldur's Gate status to her advantage Winnie is able to get access to certain private documents no normal citizen would be able to.

She finds some old records on Magistrate Ancunin which immediately brings a grin to her lips.

Astarion's parents apparently left Baldur's Gate three years after his death.

From what little else she could find they moved to Evereska, but nothing told her if they were both actually still alive or not.

Winnie had her elven friends Vesperr and Arva do some investigating since they were constantly traveling nowadays and likely may be able to find out more than the human could.

She sent them a raven detailing her intentions and findings before returning home to her beloved vampire spawn.

He was a tad upset about her sneaking off for a few days and only leaving a note in her place, but Winnie was able to smooth things over with a little blood.

About a few weeks later a letter from Vesperr came back, telling Winnie that there were some Ancunins living in an estate just outside of Evereska. A couple in fact!

The human female could hardly contain her excitement, but she had to keep calm, especially when Astarion became curious about the letter she received.

He actually chased her around their home demanding to read it but Winnie wouldn't let him.

Soon after Winnie proposed that the two would go on a trip. A romantic getaway as she put it.

That was the cover she made up for going to meet his parents.

Luckily at this point the two had been able to locate the ring of the sunwalker so Astarion's days of running from the sun were a thing of the past.

The set off by carriage, taking Winnie's faithful tressym along with them.

Eventually at some point on the road Astarion ended up finding the letter from Vesperr Winnie had tucked away in her pack.

"A romantic getaway hm?"

The druid just smiled at her partner with a nervous chuckle.

Of course she apologized for lying and keeping secrets and said that she only wanted to make Astarion happy.

He forgave her and decided just to go and meet these people since the two of them had come too far to turn back now.

Astarion was getting more nervous the closer they got.

Perhaps this wasn't a good idea? What if they tried to stake him after what he's become?

Winnie would place her hand over his to comfort him after she noticed his stressed mood.

Winnie's tressym Maddie would also curl up in his lap and purr like a good little emotional support kitty.

Finally they would arrive at the estate where Astarion's apparent relatives were living.

They walked in, hand in hand before promptly being approached by who they assumed were the estate's security.

Winnie was quick to introduce Astarion, hoping to avoid any sort of confrontation.

Astarion's name had immediately made the guards freeze in place before then demanding he come with them inside.

They legit told Winnie she had to wait outside which Astarion was having none of.

If his lover was not allowed in then he would be leaving immediately.

The unfamiliar two elves muttered to each other in elvish as Winnie just watched in confusion. Every word coming out of their mouths sound like pure jibberish to the human female.

She then heard Astarion snarl back at them in elvish.

Winnie had a feeling they might have been talking about her due to her partner's very offended and frankly pissed off sounding tone.

The elven guards eventually agreed to let them both enter together.

Winnie was amazed by all the extravagant decor, almost getting distracted several times and having to be pulled along by Astarion who kept an arm linked around her waist.

Finally the time had come when they were face to face with his parents.

They were both insanely beautiful as Winnie assumed practically all high elves were, both adorned with fine silks and jewels Winnie had only ever dreamed to see.

Astarion appeared to have gotten his father's handsome facial features and his mother's luscious ivory curls.

Both his parents had different colored eyes his father's were golden while his mother's were green so the mystery of Astarion's eyes was still yet to be seen.

His mother looked over his face with pure shock before eventually bursting into tears.

She hugged him tight muttering something in elvish as she held him.

Astarion seemed to stiffen under her touch. Perhaps she was his mother, but at the same time she felt very much like a stranger.

His father eventually joined in on the hug as Winnie just stood there awkwardly.

It took them a few moments before the realization set in that their son was back from the dead.

His skin, cold to the touch, his eyes blood red and the fangs peaking out from behind his lips as he gave a nervous smile.

Immediately they jumped to a conclusion that the strange human woman Astarion was with was somehow the cause of this.

To which Winnie snarkily replied, "Do I look like a vampire lord to you?"

Astarion had to step in and explain what happened, he skipped all the unpleasant details to save himself a bit of pain.

While his parents seemed to become more accepting of his affliction rather fast, they barely batted an eye at Winnie.

And whenever they did look upon her it was with disgust.

Hells his father even assumed she was some kind of hired manservant! And tried to get her to carry Astarion's things in.

When Astarion said that Winnie was his lover, his mother gasped, acting as if she was going to faint.

It seemed theatrics ran in the family.

Things went rather poorly from there.

Astarion's father apparently tried to explain to him that bedding humans was not acceptable.

Winnie just stayed quiet and stood there awkwardly as she heard his mother claim that she probably used magic to tempt him into her bed.

It was then the pale elf snapped and told them off for not being there for him for over 200 years yet Winnie, a 'filthy human' had been there for him since the moment they met.

He made sure to let them know he wouldn't even have been here if it weren't for her wanting to reunite him with his 'family.'

Astarion eventually had enough and dragged Winnie out. He apologized to her very profusely afterwards.

He felt awful that she had gone through all this trouble only to be treated like trash by people she should have been welcomed by.

Winnie just smiled sadly and told him it was okay. It was worth trying.

The two hugged before leaving deciding to head back to Baldur's Gate and probably get drunk at the blushing mermaid.

Of course on their way out, one of the elven servants rushed after them with a letter.

It was from Astarion's father, apologizing for their behavior and begging Astarion to come back.

The vampire spawn simply rolled his eyes and tossed it out the window of the carriage.

Sometimes a real family was just a wild feral girl, a sassy vampire elf , and a winged cat.

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What? Did you expect Astarion's parents to be nice people?

~Druid