#the VA's had NO mercy today

[sourtomatola]

Eclipse being a sassy mf

[pretzel-box]

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[Including Sebs VA and Fanart]

CHAPTER 7: A bottle full of confidence

Tags: Romance, Apologies, Painter

Words: 2,6k

The rain started softly, a misty drizzle that clung to the air, but soon it picked up, the droplets heavier, more insistent. They drenched Sebastian, soaking through his clothes, chilling him to the bone. He hadn’t brought a jacket—hadn’t even thought about it when he stormed out. Now, he was at the mercy of the weather, as if it were punishing him for everything that had gone wrong.

God, he couldn’t go back to Painter’s shop. Not after what happened. The image burned into his mind—the sight of Allison in that expensive red dress, Painter standing beside her in his fine suit, the camera focused on them, ready for a confession that wasn’t meant to be his. The scene felt like a knife to his chest, twisting deeper with every thought.

Sebastian felt his stomach turn, a wave of self-loathing washing over him. He had been on the edge for too long, teetering between anger and regret, and now... now it was all unraveling. The rain didn’t bother him, not compared to the storm inside. It pained him to admit it, but he hated himself for letting things get this far. For not saying anything when he should have. For letting you drift away.

He turned around abruptly, his hands curling into tight fists, his nails digging sharply into his palms. The sting felt almost good, a distraction from the ache in his chest. But he knew it wouldn’t last. Nothing would, until he found you.

Because you were the only one who mattered.

He had to look for you. He had to find you before it was too late. Before everything he feared became reality. The rain pounded harder, but it didn’t matter. He’d face the storm, he’d face anything, as long as it led him back to you.

Meanwhile, Painter stood face to face with Allison, an uncharacteristic smug grin curling on his usually soft lips. His gaze, once neutral, now held a new edge—disgust, pride, and something darker. In that moment, he unknowingly mirrored his father, a sharpness in his demeanor that felt foreign but fitting.

"You probably want to leave," he said coolly, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Or do you have anything else to say?" There was a hidden venom in his words, a quiet power that made even Cordelia, standing silently at his side, flinch. It was a side of him no one had seen before.

Allison blinked, her face a mixture of shock, fury, and utter defeat. She hadn’t expected this, hadn’t expected Painter to stand up to her with such cold confidence. She looked like she wanted to scream, to tear him apart with words, but all that came out was a feeble, angry attempt.

"I—I will sue you. All of you," she shouted, her voice breaking as she stormed toward the door, rain already pouring down outside.

Painter didn’t flinch, didn’t move to stop her. He simply watched, his expression unchanging as she stepped out into the storm, swallowed by the rain. The shop fell into silence, leaving him alone with Cordelia, who looked at him with wide eyes, still processing what had just happened.

For a moment, Painter felt the weight of it all—the shift in himself, the control he’d just taken back. And though it felt strange, there was also a sense of liberation, of standing taller, of being more than just what others thought of him.

After a few seconds of standing still, Painter moved with a quiet determination, walking around the corner to rummage under the counter. From the shadows of the cramped space, he pulled out an old bottle, dust gathering on the glass. It was some alcoholic drink, a leftover from the last store anniversary that he’d all but forgotten. Normally, he wasn’t the type to drink—he preferred keeping his mind clear—but today, after everything, he felt like he deserved a little indulgence.

He twisted off the cap and took a long, satisfying sip, the burn spreading through his chest in a way that felt oddly comforting.

"You have alcohol here?" Cordelia asked, her eyebrows raised in surprise as she eyed the bottle.

Painter didn’t respond right away. Instead, he took another sip, savoring the moment, letting the weight of the day slowly ease from his shoulders. Finally, he glanced at her, his expression still cool, but the sharpness in his eyes had softened.

“Mind lending me your phone?” he asked, his voice calm as ever. “Mine’s dead.” He stretched out his hand, still holding the bottle in the other, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

Cordelia blinked, a little taken aback by his nonchalance, but after everything that had just happened, she wasn’t about to argue. She fished her phone from her pocket, handing it over without a word, watching him with quiet curiosity. It was rare to see Painter like this—so unbothered, so confident in his control. And though she didn’t fully understand what was going on, she couldn’t help but feel a strange admiration for the man standing before her.

She gave him her phone and he instantly started tapping on the screen before lifting the device up to his ears.

You stood at the bus stop, drenched by the relentless downpour, your clothes clinging to your skin as the cold seeped in. The sky above was a solid sheet of grey, no break in the clouds, no sign of the rain letting up anytime soon. You sighed, tilting your head back to watch the rain for a moment, lost in thought.

Suddenly, your phone rang, pulling you out of your trance. The screen lit up with an unknown caller ID. For a moment, you hesitated, but curiosity won over, and you answered.

“Hello?” you said cautiously.

“Hi! Uhm—this is Painter, the tech guy! The one from the store with your laptop? I hope you remember.” His familiar voice rang out, soft and a little nervous, the same cute, nerdy tone that you remembered instantly.

A smile tugged at your lips despite the rain. “Hey! Of course, I remember,” you replied, your voice warm. “I’m surprised you're calling so soon. Is everything okay with my laptop?”

There was a brief pause on the other end, and you could almost imagine him pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, a habit you'd noticed the first time you met him. “Yeah, yeah, your laptop is fine. I just… I wanted to check in. You know, see how you're doing,” he added, sounding almost shy, as if calling you wasn't planned.

The rain continued to fall around you, but suddenly, it didn’t feel as cold anymore.

“Checking on me? Because I don’t have a laptop?” you asked, a confused smile forming as a soft giggle escaped you. It wasn’t often someone checked in on you, let alone for something like this. You could hear Painter shifting on the other end, as though fighting off a wave of nerves. There was a sound in the background—a faint slosh, like liquid passing through a bottle.

“Well, not to get too personal… but apparently, I accidentally discovered your identity, Jelly.”

Your heart froze, the rain momentarily fading into the background as his words sank in.

You stayed silent, the weight of what he said hanging in the air.

“And I figured you haven’t seen it yet, but… all you need to know is…” He paused, the sound of liquid again. “Listen, now that everything is sorted out, you don’t need to be on edge anymore. I’ve got your back, and Sebastian does too. No, no—don’t thank me. I’m just helping a friend in need—”

The line went dead. Just like that.

You stared at your phone, still processing what had just happened. He knew. Painter had discovered your identity—probably from your laptop. The same secret you’d fought so hard to keep hidden. Your pulse quickened, a mixture of panic and confusion swirling inside you.

But there was more. He said Sebastian had your back now, too. What did that mean? How did Sebastian get involved? And why did Painter end the call so abruptly, just when you had a thousand questions racing through your mind?

You stood there in the rain, more lost than ever, the cold creeping back in as the drops pelted down on you. What did Painter know? What had he done? And most importantly—what did Sebastian have to do with any of this?

Suddenly, you heard footsteps behind you, before someone pulled roughly on your shoulder, forcing you to turn around.

"Listen. Listen!" It was Sebastian. He stood there, completely drenched, his hair sticking to his face, and his eyes were wide with desperation, on the verge of tears. "I can explain."

His voice cracked as he continued, "I was so stupid, and there's no excuse for it." His hands trembled slightly as he spoke. "I should have known it was you. Not Allison."

Before you could respond, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tightly against his chest. His body shook with quiet sobs, his face buried in your shoulder, and for the first time, you heard a raw, unfamiliar sound of pain coming from him. The roommate you used to find so irritating, the streamer you secretly had a crush on, was now just a man crying in the rain, completely vulnerable in your arms.

"You can hate me all you want," he whispered, his voice breaking. "God, you can even hit me if that'll make it better. Jelly, please, listen."

Sebastian, the one who always seemed so self-assured, was apologizing. Genuinely. Desperately.

"You’ve grown so important to me during these months," he continued, his words choked with emotion. "And I can’t lose you. Not again. Please, forgive me."

His arms tightened around you, holding you as if you might slip away any second, disappear into the rain. You could feel his fear, the way his body clung to yours like you were the only thing keeping him from falling apart completely.

"I love you too much," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the rain, but heavy with all the feelings he had been holding back. "I love you more than anything."

The rain kept falling, but all you could focus on was the man holding onto you like his life depended on it.

You only managed to nod, your voice caught somewhere between your heart and throat, unsure if you were ready to forgive him. Yes, you felt something for him—deeply—but it was a chaotic mix of love, hate, anxiety, and paranoia. Sebastian had cut a gaping wound into your emotions, and now he seemed to believe he could mend it with a simple apology and a half-baked confession.

“Let’s talk about it at home,” you mumbled quietly, your voice barely above the sound of the rain. “Not here. Not yet.”

You didn’t reject him outright, no. But you weren’t ready to offer forgiveness either. You simply pushed the conversation to another time, another place—somewhere quieter, where your thoughts might stop racing long enough to sort through the mess he’d made of your heart.

But the confusion lingered, heavy and overwhelming. What had really happened? How had things spiraled so far out of control between you two? You glanced at him, his grip on you tightening as though he feared you’d slip away, but you couldn’t meet his eyes, not yet. There were too many questions, too much hurt and uncertainty.

As the rain continued to pour, you wondered if there was a way forward—or if this was the beginning of an even greater storm between the two of you.

“I'll meet you at home.” That's what you told him. He let go with a nod, wiping away his tears with his wet arm. “You're not coming?” You could hear the pain in his voice, scared of your answer.

“I will, but…I forgot something. Promise I will come back.”

Sebastian took your answer while the bus pulled up, he gave you one last glance before stepping in, leaving you in the rain.

Then you were alone again, ready to face Painter to soothe your confusion. Whatever had happened was something that Painter knew off. And you hoped to catch the man before he would leave the store.

Painter had reached the bottom of the bottle, and it hit him harder than he anticipated. The dull buzz in his head drowned out not just his anxiety and nervousness but also his usual sharp, logical thinking. Cordelia had left earlier, convinced he was sober enough to handle himself, unaware that he had drained the last of the bottle like it was water. Now, he leaned heavily against the counter, the world around him tilting slightly.

When you appeared, rushing toward the glass door, knocking with urgency, he blinked, momentarily disoriented. Your drenched figure stood outside, hair soaked and confusion written all over your face.

He stumbled forward, the empty bottle quickly hidden behind the counter as he fumbled with the lock. Opening the door, his gaze softened the moment he saw you.

“Ah, Jelly,” he hummed, his voice slurred ever so slightly. His cheeks flushed with warmth, not just from the alcohol but at the sight of you standing there, even in the rain, looking adorable despite the circumstances.

He smiled, a little too wide, his usual calm demeanor slipping as he tried to maintain his composure. “You… you look good, even like this,” he added, his words coming out with a surprising level of affection. The alcohol had loosened his tongue, and he wasn’t entirely in control of what he was saying anymore.

But there you were, drenched and confused, and he couldn’t stop himself from admiring you even in this chaotic moment.

“What happened?” you asked, though your mind was partially distracted by how he looked. The expensive aftershave lingered in the air, and his fine suit clung to his frame. The first few buttons were undone, offering a glimpse of his chest that made it hard to focus on anything else.

Painter, a bit dazed but composed, reached for your cold hand, gently pulling you behind the counter. “Let me show you. I fixed your laptop,” he said softly. His hand lingered in yours a moment too long before he led you to a small chair. He stood behind you like a shadow, his presence warm and heavy, as he clicked a few keys.

The screen lit up with a rewind of today’s stream, every moment captured in perfect clarity. You watched in silence, the weight of what happened sinking in. The confession, the setup—everything clicked into place in a way you hadn’t expected. When the video ended, the two of you stood there, caught in the stillness of the moment. Painter didn’t say anything at first, waiting for your reaction, but you just stared at the screen, processing.

“Honestly speaking,” he started, breaking the silence, “Sebastian doesn’t deserve you. You’re funny, sweet, caring, and witty.” His voice was laced with sincerity as he spoke, listing your traits as though he were describing something sacred.

He hesitated, but continued, “He’s my friend, you know? But he was never the smart one.”

You slowly turned in your seat, meeting his gaze as he continued to speak.

“It probably sounds stupid, but I’m jealous of my own best friend.”

That’s when you noticed it—the empty bottle on the floor, hidden just behind the counter. The faint smell of alcohol mixed with the aftershave. You leaned in closer, trying to confirm your suspicions, inhaling the scent to be sure.

But before you could fully piece everything together, his lips were on yours.

The kiss was unexpected, soft and lingering, filled with all the words he hadn’t said, the ones he was too afraid or too drunk to admit outright. His hand cupped your face gently, as if you might pull away any second, but he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in, letting every feeling he’d bottled up pour out in that one impulsive moment.

[pinknightsinmymind]

thinking of abby whispering sweet nothings to you while you’re deep throating her strap.. I need to be sedated.

【 look so pretty from up here - abby anderson | NSFW 】

abby anderson x fem!reader

wc: 3.4k

content: porn without plot, farmer!abby, established relationship, wife!abby x wife!reader, slight dom/sub dynamics, size kink bc abby likes towering over you when you're on your knees, strap-sucking, strap-on usage(r!receiving), face-fucking kinda, clitoral stimulation(r!receiving), slight voyeurism/exhibitionism, breeding kink, calling the strap a dick/cock, use of pet names(baby, love, honey, etc.), maybe some SLIGHT masochism, okay some cervix-kissing for fun, aftercare

a/n: oh anon you're a genius. so um this took me a while to write lmao. ik you didn't ask for it but you're getting farmer!abby with this so pls enjoy. this au was inspired by @jupiter-va and their farmer audios and something me and @moodywyrm came up with one fateful, summer day. anyways, i hope you enjoy it!

Abby’s eyes never once left you as you began to kneel on the wooden flooring in front of her. She could feel her breath shortening as she watched your knees touch the floor, the way your eyes glistened when you looked up at her. She’s feeling drunk already, so enraptured with the way you looked obeying and submitting to her so easily. Maybe she had planned this out starting earlier today when she saw you cooking in the kitchen, saw how hard you were working, and the only thing on her mind was pleasing you all night. And maybe she already had her strap waiting underneath her sweatpants for you. She grabbed onto the waistband and pulled them down her legs, and your eyes widened when her strap was revealed to you.

Abby was looking down at you from where she stood now, and you loved the way she looked. You loved looking up at her, the position on your knees creating a delicious power dynamic. She towered over you immensely like this, and it made you feel so overpowered. You felt like you were at her mercy, and that’s what made the throbbing between your legs so intense. She wasn’t going to fuck you just yet, something you both knew, but what Abby also knew was just how much you got off on sucking her strap. You loved every second of it, loved the way she felt in your mouth.

It’s not like she’d feel it—unless she had one of those days where she had a case of phantom dick, then maybe she would—but, God, did you love to act like she could. The way you looked with your lips wrapped around her strap was obscene, and she could never get enough of it. The sight, the sounds you made, the way you loved being teased, it all overwhelmed her. It made her dizzy, her mind hazy with power and all the things she wanted to do to you. Sometimes when her days didn’t go right, or if she had a difficult time during planting season, she liked to take it out on your throat. It made for a good stress relief, especially when she got to fuck your cunt afterwards knowing her strap was covered in your spit.

Abby was prodding your lips with her strap now, watching how your eyes widened at the sight of her before you. She knew you were getting wet from just this alone, knew the filthy thoughts going through your head with each passing second.

“C’mon. Open up,” she ordered. You did as she said, and she nearly moaned from the sight of your lips wrapped around her strap alone. You slowly swirled your tongue around the tip, then kissed it a little afterwards. You licked up the side of her strap’s shaft, looking directly into Abby’s eyes as you did so. “Fuck,” she hissed. She couldn’t help it. You knew what you were doing, knew the perfect moments to look her in the eyes, knew just what it took to drive her crazy. After teasing her a bit, you returned your lips to the head of her strap and started taking it into your mouth. The tip isn’t hard to take—it never is—but it’s when you start taking in more of it that the challenge starts. Abby’s filling your mouth up, taking over your senses, as her cock sinks in and you’re brought closer and closer to her pelvis. Her hand rests gently at the top of your head as she helps guide the strap deeper into your mouth. “Jus’ like that,” she breathed. Seeing the way her strap has almost completely disappeared into your mouth was making her breaths get shallow. You were looking up at her the entire time with wide eyes as she sheathed herself deeper and deeper into your mouth. You were almost there, almost had all of it in your mouth, and Abby was growing increasingly impatient. She just wanted to jerk her hips already, to grab onto your hair and give you what you both wanted, but she needed to hold on. She needed you to get adjusted before she could do just that.

The seconds that passed were dripping heavily with anticipation until she was finally where she wanted to be. Her strap was all the way down your throat, the tip of your nose almost pressing against her mons pubis. She heard a small gag followed by a whimper leave your mouth. She found herself rubbing her thumb across your cheek following the sound.

“It’s alright, baby, you can take it. You can take it, right?” she teased. You pathetically tried to nod your head, but she knew just from the desperate look in your eyes that you could. “Yeah, I know you can. You’re gonna take me down that pretty throat of yours, right?” She stroked your cheek so softly as she watched you, and she didn’t miss at all how you squeezed your thighs together. “I want you to suck it yourself before I give you what you want, so you better start now.” The words had barely left Abby’s mouth before you were bobbing your head on her strap, taking her into your throat so deeply with each movement. The cries and gags leaving your mouth were so addictive to Abby, and she found herself groaning in unison with them. There was drool leaking down the sides of your lips, tears brimming your eyes already, and Abby was so in love with the sight.

“Look at that,” she gasped. “Takin’ me so good. Yeah, take it, baby. Look so good with your pretty lips around me.” You grabbed onto Abby’s thighs to ground yourself as you deep throated her strap, so content to have her so far into your mouth. You moaned a little at the feeling of her touching the back of your throat, another gag leaving your lips. Abby felt so overwhelmed, and she was so close to just grabbing your hair and fucking your face. She hissed when you looked up into her eyes after taking her into your mouth again. The friction was just enough to rub against her clit every once in a while, and it felt so good. Fuck it, she thought. She couldn’t help herself anymore, and she had been patient long enough.

She grabbed onto your hair and began to glide your mouth up and down her strap. She was groaning even more now, loving the way you surrendered almost immediately. The noises leaving your lips were so dirty, but she loved every single one like the notes of a melody. Your hands had released their grip on her thighs, which allowed her to move you even more freely like she wanted.

“Fuck, baby, jus’ like that. Love takin’ my cock down your throat, huh? Love when I fuck your face like this?” Abby heard a moan leave your lips, and at first she thought it was one of the typical ones you made while sucking her strap, until another one left your lips. And another. And then a whimper. Abby looked down, and noticed immediately the hand you slipped underneath the waistband of your panties. She felt her arousal shoot through her body, her pleasure intensifying in seconds. “You’re gettin’ off on this?” she asked. This wasn’t news to her, as you usually did get off when the two of you did this, but seeing and hearing you touch yourself as she was down your throat always drove her crazy. “Yeah, keep doin’ that, baby. Touch yourself all you want while you take me. You deserve it for bein’ so good, for lettin’ me use you like this.” The harness was still rubbing against her clit, and everything about this moment was just bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Your knees were hurting as the wooden flooring dug into them, but you didn’t care. You’d stay here for as long as it took, no matter how many tears fell down your face. The pain made it feel good—better, even—as you kept circling your clit. The pleasure Abby felt was unmatched, and seeing how teary your eyes were encouraged her to keep bucking her hips. She was moaning uncontrollably, so taken by every moment of this.

“Want you to cum from sucking me off,” she moaned. “Can you do that? Huh? Will you do that for me, princess?” She didn’t need you to say anything else because she knew you would. You were always so good for her, and she could tell by the choked moans leaving your lips that you were getting closer. “Jus’ take me for a li’l while longer, baby,” she breathed. “I’m almost there.” She was thrusting her hips into your mouth so messily, unable to keep her cool in the face of her release. The pleasure shooting through her body was hot as it pooled in her stomach, clouding her brain the closer she was to the verge of cumming. With a few more thrusts, she found herself moaning loudly as soon as her climax hit her. It was intense, and her hips slowed down as it washed over her and her body. She felt so, so good, unable to speak as her mind went blank. You were still fucking yourself in the midst of all this, feeling yourself getting needy and desperate from watching your wife cum. You knew how close you were, quickening your pace to reach it faster. Abby’s hips finally stilled, and she pulled her strap out of your mouth. Seeing as Abby had just finished her climax, you knew she would soon turn her attention towards you, so you removed your hands from your panties. Abby, however, noticed this immediately, and didn’t seem to appreciate it.

“Uh-huh. What are you doin’?” She crouched down to be at your level. “Did I say you could stop? I want you to finish.” You looked into her eyes as you returned your hands to their previous place, the moans leaving your lips almost immediately. You’d be good. You’d be good just for her, finding yourself only encouraged further with the way her eyes were boring into you. You never thought you’d be so into Abby watching you like this, but it made all the bliss you felt that much more intense. “Tell me how good you feel, love,” she instructed, caressing your face so gently.

“I feel so good,” you whimpered. Your voice was raspy as you spoke, but you didn’t care. The fire in your stomach was so intense with the way Abby stared into your eyes, the way she looked your body up and down. “I like that you’re watching me.” You could barely get the words out as you moaned, your orgasm building and building.

“You like that I’m watchin’?” she repeated. “God, you’re dirty, but you’re so perfect. Perfect jus’ for me.” She kissed your cheeks that were wet with tears, her lips skirting over your skin with her warmth. Her kisses traveled from your cheeks to your neck, sucking on the skin and leaving behind purplish-red marks. You were close, and you were just about to cum, until Abby grabbed onto your wrist.

“Abs, I was gonna—”

“I know you were,” she said cockily, “that’s why I stopped you. How about I take over? Would you like that?”

“Yes,” you answered.

“Take my hand, then,” she said in a low voice, “and put me where you want me.” Her hand was warm as you took it into yours, leading it past the waistband of your panties and placing it on your clit. You spread your legs wider to accommodate her and so she could have better access to your cunt. “So wet,” she whispered, before finally circling her fingers around you. She chuckled when she heard the desperate whines leaving your lips. You could feel yourself getting closer again from just her touch. Your body was heating up, your orgasm building and building as you grinded against Abby’s fingers. It wouldn’t take much more for you to cum. “Don’t even worry about askin’ for my permission,” Abby spoke up. “You’ve been so good for me, so cum when you’re ready.” Her words just spurred you on, encouraging you to reach your orgasm faster.

“Fuck,” you swore. Abby’s touch was electric, and she was touching you just right. You could feel the fire was close to consuming you. Just a few more, and—You could feel yourself cumming then and there. Your moans were loud and desperate as your orgasm overcame you, unable to control them when you were cumming so hard.

“Yeah?” she asked teasingly. “Jus’ like that. Jus’ what I wanted from you, honey.” When you finally came down, Abby removed her hands from your panties and licked her fingers. “Did so good for me, love.” She gave your lips a soft peck. A devious smile spread across her lips. “But I’m not done with you yet.” Her fingers grabbed onto the waistband of your panties, toying it between her fingers, pulling it away from your skin before letting it go again. “Tell me you want it. You want me inside you?”

“Abby, please. Don’t tease me. I just wanna feel you so bad.” Your hand gripped onto her forearm as you looked at her with pleading eyes. You couldn’t handle her teasing anymore.

“It’s alright, baby, I got you. Let me get you in bed.” Abby stood up and without any effort pulled you to your feet with her. You got onto the bed without hesitation and let your body rest against the soft covers and pillows, a nice reprise in comparison to the hard, wooden floors. The bed dipped underneath Abby’s weight as she joined you shortly after, her hands reaching out to grab onto your panties. You lifted your hips up to help her pull them down your body, and once she had them off you, she deftly climbed over your body. She was hovering over you as she pulled your t-shirt off next, kissing all the way up from your stomach to your lips. As she kissed you, you could feel her fingers running through your folds before inserting two of them inside you. You gasped into her mouth at the suddenness, but not before long you were moaning instead. She was rocking them inside you so good, filling you up and relishing in your wetness. “Fuck, took me so easily,” she whispered. “I think you’re ready for my cock. What d’you think?”

“I’m ready, Abs. Just put it inside me.”

“You sound so desperate, baby, but it’s okay. I always give you what you want, don’t I?” She pulled her fingers out of you, but not before grabbing onto her strap and lining it up with your entrance. You placed your hands on her shoulders, feeling Abby slowly thrust her way into you. Abby made eye contact with you as she did so, her hips getting closer to yours the farther she sunk into you. She could see your face twisting from the intrusion, and she was careful not to hurt you. All she wanted was for you to feel good. Finally, her hips were flush against yours, her strap all the way inside you. She let out a sigh at the feeling, feeling herself get turned on at the thought of thrusting inside you.

“Are you ready for me to move?” she asked, and you nodded. “I shouldn’t have to remind you. Words, love.”

“Yes,” you whimpered. “Need to feel you.”

“I got ya, baby, don’t worry.” She started moving her hips against yours, and you found your arms wrapping around her neck in response. Her thrusts were slow and steady, but they had the right amount of force to knock the breath out of your lungs. She was dragging against your walls just right, the tip of her cock hitting just the right spot. Everything she did was just right. You couldn’t help the cries leaving your lips at how good you felt. “I know, I know,” she comforted you, emphasizing each of her words with another slow, languid thrust. She felt so good inside you, filling you up just like she’s needed all day. “Feels good, doesn’t it? I know it does. God, listen to the way you're moanin’ for me.” Abby couldn’t stop herself from talking to you like this, so overwhelmed from how amazing it was to pleasure you like this. She was obsessed with the way you took her so easily, the feeling of your wetness on her thighs, the sounds you were making. Every aspect of it made her feel high, and it encouraged her to keep fucking you just like you deserved. She buried her face into your neck, close to your ear as she started whispering. “You’re so good for me. So, so good. Every part of you is so delicious, so beautiful to love. I love makin’ ya feel good. I’m so obsessed with it.” Abby’s words were rushed and delirious. Her mind was once again going blank.

“Abs,” you moaned. Your grip around her back was tightening with every thrust, and you couldn’t stop your hips from rocking back into Abby’s. “I love you, Abs.”

“I love you, too, baby. That’s why I’m gonna make you cum on my cock. You got that?”

“Yes, fuck,” you whimpered. You could feel Abby bottoming all the way out inside you again, obsessed with how much she filled you up.

“Jus’ wanna fill you up. God, I want you to have my kids.” Abby’s thrusts stuttered a little bit as she uttered those words, unable to contain herself at the thought of what she had just said. Her words made you feel on fire, and the idea of her doing what she said was making you even wetter. Within time, Abby regained the steady rhythm she had set, but not before delivering a particularly hard thrust, and you felt it hit your cervix. You whimpered in response, unable to contain yourself. She was starting to pick up her pace, the sound of her skin slapping against yours while she fucked you getting louder.

“Abby, oh, fuck, harder, harder,” you pleaded. You didn’t have to ask Abby twice as she was already doing as you asked, ramming her hips against yours just like you needed. With the newfound roughness of her thrusts, you could feel yourself getting closer. The gathering heat in your stomach was so delicious, and every time Abby’s strap entered you completely, you could feel it growing. She was satisfying you so well, bringing you close to an orgasm once again. Abby had begun kissing your neck, leaving behind wet kisses and licks in her wake. She knew how good she was making you feel, and with the state of your pathetic moans, she knew just how close you were. She wanted you to cum all over her, to make a mess all over the bed. She wanted to see just how good she made you feel.

“Close?” she teased.

“Hmm, yes, Abs, I’m so close.” You felt Abby hit your cervix again, and the strangled cry that left your lips had her smiling into your neck. She loved hearing you.

“Jus’ like that, pretty girl. Cum for me. Show me how good I make you feel. Show me why you deserve to be filled with my cum.” Abby kept thrusting into you, hitting the spot you needed, and with one last thrust you felt yourself cumming. Your moans were loud—the kind that wouldn’t be allowed if you were still living in the city—but the best part of living on a farm is that there’s no one around to hear. That’s what Abby liked about it, too, because she could make love to you and make you scream from an earth-shattering orgasm whenever she wanted. “That’s it, that’s it,” Abby whispered. “Fuck, baby, you did so good for me.” Abby stayed inside you even after you came, letting you catch your breath and calm down before she moved. You eventually unwrapped your arms from around her neck, and that’s how she knew you were ready. She picked herself up from your body and slowly pulled the strap out of you. It was covered in your juices, and a small sigh left her lips as she stared at it.

“How good?” you joked. She laughed as she looked at you.

“So good you wouldn’t believe,” she replied. “I know you must be tired, so I’m gonna make you some tea, okay? Jus’ get in bed and wait for me.” She gave you a quick peck on the lips before getting up from the bed.

“Thanks, Abs,” you said. She smiled.

“Anytime. Now let me go make that tea.”

[goldsbitch]

Right? p8

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

epilogue - Lando's POV

summary: Y/N is a photographer for McLaren F1 team. Hard working, goal oriented professional who would never put her career in jeopardy for some stupid crush, right?

Challenge me. Make me question my past actions. Hold me on the edge, while we risk it all.

Watch me watch you walk around the paddock, as if there wasn't a bright red love bite underneath your turtleneck. One that only I know about and plan on refreshing. Knowing you have to cover those up makes me ecstatic, because I have seen you smile like a teenager while doing so.

We're our little secret, for now. It will come out eventually and we'll enter a new chapter. But for today, let me have our classified, not so modest photoshoots. Let me sneak around just to give you a little peck on the cheek. Walk just a little close to me so that our hands brush, ever so "accidentally".

The way how you're so good at passing me by, as if you hadn't woken up next to me. Like I have no idea about your birthmark little too low on your lower back. The one I'd touched in a way colleagues should not.

And I know you're having to fight smiling a little too obviously during our team meetings. Because I have to admit, sometimes I have to hide my smirk behind a coffee cup or a cough. I wonder if people noticed that you don't take official photos of me anymore.

I'm good at running around with a camera, but I think I was born to be your muse. To let you capture me in the way only lovers can. Energy and desire creeping through every frame. I trust you deeply that you won't sell my secrets - and I know you have to trust me too. Allow me to play an all-or-nothing game, while being ultimately raw with you.

I sometimes can't help my mouth from smiling at random times throughout the day, just knowing that we managed to play this game so effortlessly. Once I got you on board, it turned out you're quite good at this. I guess it's making you irresistible even more.

I think hiding it from everyone is working in our favor. Once the fan hurricane hits when the reveal day comes, we will have already spent many days of freedom. It won't be a va banque taken with a stranger. A companion, lover, muse and the capturer. I should not be looking forward to causing a scandal, right? But I do. Turns out I am bad at stopping myself when it comes to you.

I've already sunk so deep, so much at your mercy, I am unable to untangle myself. Please, promise you mean it when you said "I love you" so shyly the other night. It took me some time to admit that I do. But with you being so slick and smart, you must have already known. You're someone who does not like to be brave about this. You wouldn't have said it if deep down you were not sure about my response. And that's ok. You're the smart one, I'm the brave one. A perfect combination.

One day, you'll have to take a big risk with me. When you've finally moved on from McLaren photos and get yourself in fashion photography as you always wanted anyway. You'll have to get out of your shell and I am so here for it. But for now, we have our little secret life to enjoy.

There will come a day when we'll replace the thrill of a private affair with a strive for something serious. If it had been only my decision, I would have already shouted to the world that you are mine. Make your love bites visible and trackable to me. One day, we won't have to worry about hotel room walls being too thin. But I want you ready for the price that comes with my public company.

I'll drive us fast, maybe even recklessly, and you'll make sure we have something to remember it by.

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@i-wish-this-was-me @lqvesoph @ophcelia @noneofyourfbusinessworld @formulaal @chezmardybum @amberpanda99 @4-mula1

Short, but a proper goodbye to my first story. Thank you all for the support! Love you all.

[chrisevansonly]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧: 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: the day has finally come, and as a parent, you’ve never felt this amount of nerves before in your life…

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of anxiety, but other than that, fluff and cute family moments

𝐀/𝐍: AHHH here is chapter 7! You’ll notice there is a time skip as Matteo is now 7 years old, i did this because i don’t anticipate this series being SUPER long, so i hope that’s okay and you enjoy, im sorry if it’s bad, my writing has been bothering me lately🫶🏻

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There was no pep talk, family meeting or even conversation that could prepare you for today. Matteo had been restless all-night waiting for today, and now as you watched him with Charles and Arthur checking over his custom kart, a recent gift from his uncle Max, you couldn’t stop the slight smile that tugged at your lips. Matteo was looking more and more like Charles every day that passed, there were each others twins.

“How are you feeling?” A voice caught your attention from beside you, when you turned you saw Lorenzo had gotten back from finishing up all the paperwork

“Anxious…but seeing him so excited, it helps to keep those feelings aside”

“Maman felt the same when Charles and Arthur started as well, he’ll do great though, I just know it”

Never was there a doubt in your mind that your little boy would be amazing, you couldn’t wait to see him go out onto the track and race his heart out. Matteo was tenacious, he always had been, you see it at the track with Charles when he wants to help and sit in on meetings, and you see it now, helping his uncle and father make sure his kart is ready to go.

“Maman, es-tu prête à me regarder piloter mon kart!?”

Matteo was quick to run up to you, race suit on, helmet in hand, his eyes wide and bright with excitement 

“Oui petit prince, tu seras incoryable, je le sais!”

“Merci Maman!”

Leaning down you smiled, kissing his cheeks gently, bringing a hand up to fix his hair, Charles coming over to get his helmet done up and ready 

“Be careful and be safe okay my love? I don’t want anything to happen to you”

Matteo nodded 

“Maman don’t be scared, you shouldn’t be worried!”

“Matteo laisse maman s’inquiéter, ça montre qu’elle tient à toi, ce n’est pas une mauvaise chose, n’est-ce pas..”

The young boy looked up at his father and nodded, still learning that it was okay to show feelings and emotions. Ever since he’d turned five, there had been a few issues with hiding and being scared to talk about how he was feeling, so the three of you had been working together to remember that 

“Oui, c’est normal, je suis désolé maman”

Cooing gently at Matteo you pressed another kiss to his cheek 

“C’est bon bébé, amintenant va finir de te preparer avec ton oncle Arthur.”

Watching him run back to Arthur by his kart you stood to hug Charles, his hands rubbing up and down your back soothingly 

“He’ll be okay baby”

“I know.. I just-”

Charles nods, always knowing exactly what you’re thinking and where your thoughts are going, he’d always been extremely good at reading you 

“I understand, I’ll be with you the whole time, he’ll be great my love I just know it”

If you didn’t choose to think of the positive and agree with your husband, you think you’d spin out and think of every single worst possible option that could happen today, so you settled to agree and held Charles close as you both watched Matteo get into the kart and head out for his warm up lap.

-

The last lap of the race came faster than you anticipated, Matteo had fought hard and raced clean throughout the entirety of the competition, your hands were holding onto Charles’s arm almost in a death grip, but he was doing the exact same, especially when you saw him come around the last corner, in second, but pushing for first.

“Vas-y bébé, vas-y bébé!!”

You found yourself yelling, heart pounding out of your chest 

“Poussez Matteo, poussez-le, attrapez-la!” 

Charles yelled from beside you, both of you inching closer towards the barricade of the track, and moments later, Matteo pulled out and flew past the first-place kart, just in time to cross for the number one position. The feeling of pure elation spreading throughout you instantly, overshadowing the anxiety you felt before. 

Matteo had won his first karting race. 

“He did it, Char he did it!!” 

Charles couldn’t have taken you into his arms faster than he did in this moment, holding you tightly to him, never wanting to let you go, only pulling back after a few minutes to wipe his eyes gently 

“Oh my love, you’re crying!”

Bringing your hands up to wipe at his tears softly he smiled, leaning into your touch 

“I’m just so proud of him…and-and so thankful for you, for everything.”

Butterflied erupted in your chest as you leaned forward and press a kiss to his lips

“I love you so much, forever.”

“Forever.” He answered back softly, both of you snapping our of your little bubble when Matteo ran to you both screaming in happiness

“I won papa!!”

Stepping back in time for Charles to catch him as he jumped into his arms hugging him tightly. The three of you would have to head towards the podium within the next few minutes for Matteo to receive his trophy, but for right now, this was absolutely perfect. No one could take this moment away from your family, and knowing his grandma, uncles and your close friends were waiting just around the corner, made this moment even more special. 

Right here right now, as the three of you stood at the track, you knew this was where Matteo was meant to be, he wanted to be just like his father, and just like him he’d be. 

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english translations:

Maman, es-tu prête à me regarder piloter mon kart!? - Mom are you read to watch me drive my kart?

Oui petit prince, tu seras incoryable, je le sais - Yes little prince, you'll be incrediblem I know it

Merci Maman - Thank you mom

Matteo laisse maman s’inquiéter, ça montre qu’elle tient à toi, ce n’est pas une mauvaise chose, n’est-ce pas.. - Matteo, let mom worry, it shows she cares about you, that's not a bad thing right?

Oui, c’est normal, je suis désolé maman - Yes, it's normal im sorry mom

C’est bon bébé, va finir de te preparer avec ton oncle Arthur - It's okay baby, go finish getting ready with your uncle Arthur

Vas-y bébé, vas-y bébé - Go baby, go baby

Poussez Matteo, poussez-le, attrapez-la - Push Matteo, push go get him!

[smooth-perceval]

The significance of 16.

Charles Leclerc x Fem!reader

Summary: Charles was never on time, and now he only worried if he was too late for her.

Warning: Swearing, Love confessions, angst, fluff, run away bride!! Google translate, my bad writing.

Key: Y/N (your name) Michael (Fiancé name)

Word count: 2,069

A/N: somewhat a quick cute idea- hope you enjoy! I actually found this rather quick and cute- she may have jumped back to him quickly but so would I if I had Charles Leclerc.

Today was the day- I was finally getting married… finally saying I do-

Looking at myself in the mirror, I swayed side to side the dress flowing with me… it seems surreal- it doesn’t seem right-

“Y/N? Est-ce que je peux entrer?” (Am I okay to come in?)

Broken out of my trance I looked at the door- “oh oui -” (yes) moving away from the mirror, I watched as Pascale entered.

“oh chérie, regarde-toi...” (oh darling, look at you…) Smiling wide at me, she held her hands out bringing me into a warm embrace.

“tu es magnifique!” (You look beautiful)

Kissing both my cheeks, she held onto either sides of my arms. “Merci…” (thank you)

Furrowing her eyebrows she leaned in closer. “quel est le problème?” (What’s the matter?)

Shaking my head I smiled waving her off, going over to the window. “rien je vais bien.” (Nothing I’m fine.)

“quand une fille dit : je vais bien, les larmes aux yeux... elle ne va pas bien.” (When a girl says I’m fine with tears in her eyes… she is not fine.) Sitting down on the 2-seater lounger, she patted the seat next to her, smiling so warmly. “parle moi” (talk to me)

Looking out the window I took sixteen deep breaths, before taking a seat down next to her, straight away she gripped ahold of my hand comfortingly. When I finally found the courage, I looked up into her eyes, mascara slowly running down my cheeks.

“Charles est-il là?” (Is Charles here?) nodding her head slowly, her smile now faultering, I only mimicked her. The shoot of pain going through my wounded heart “j'aimerais que ton fils arrête de me briser le cœur” (I wish your son would stop breaking my heart) laughing a little, I looked down at our hands.

“je ne pouvais pas l'attendre éternellement Pascale.” (I couldn’t wait forever for him Pascale.) sighing I accepted my defeat.

I like Michael he treats me right… His there when I need… sometimes- he respects me- he never left me hanging… again sometimes.

“tu l'aime?” (Do you love him?) as if she was reading my mind, I was shocked she asked such forward questions, it cause me to stand up abruptly. “De quelle question s'agit-il ? Je l'épouse-” (What question is that? I’m marrying him-)

“je ne parlais pas de Michael chéri...” (I wasn’t talking about Michael dear…)

“Oh…” falling silent I looked down at the floor, what words was there to give? I pined over Charles for years… since we were kids I’d say, and always got turned away for being too young for him… too young my ass. His 1 year and 8 months older…

“qu'est-ce que j'ai utilisé pour te dire, hein ?” (What did I use to tell you huh?) Smiling up at me she stood up slowly.

“il y a une signification dans le nombre seize” (there's a significance in the number sixteen) smiling sadly at her I moved back over to the mirror, now wiping my mascara off my cheeks once again- this is all I done all morning… repeatedly wipe away tears.

“il est presque temps-” (it’s nearly time) re-applying some concealer and mascara, I fanned my face to calm down my red eyes and puffy lips. Moving up behind me I felt Pascale rest her head against my arm looking at me also in the mirror.

“Je t'aimerai toujours chérie, quel que soit le résultat que tu choisis” (I’ll always love you dear, whatever outcome you choose.) and just like that she left the room, my dad now making an entrance.

“You ready darling?” Looking over at him I nodded my head.

“Dad…” smiling he moved in the room, concern in his eyes. “What’s wrong-?”

“How did you know mum was the one?”

Smiling wide he leant against the now closed door. “I looked at her, and I knew… and when she was walking down that aisle. I couldn’t see myself with anyone else.” He reached his hand out touching my cheek. “You’ll understand, now let’s get you to that aisle” taking my hand, I quickly reached over grabbing my bouquet, taking the slow walk with dad to the ceremony.

There we stood outside the closed doors, and behind there was the guy in about to stay with for the rest of my life… or so I hope. Dad quickly turned it me pulling the veil over to cover my face. Smiling at me once again.

It was real when the pianos were heard, the doors slowly opened, standing there I watched as everyone turned, scanning each person I can see in view- my stomach knotted… once again I was taking sixteen deep breaths, before my feet moved.

My hand gripped my dad’s arm tight- I felt like I was about to walk fire, or drown in a pool of judgment.

The only judgment was me on myself.

We made it half way down the aisle… then I saw him, not Michael- My Charles. His eyes were red, brimmed with tears- and even in a moment like this he still offered a tight lipped smile, his hands were clasped in front of himself- and I only silently prayed he grabbed me and pulled me away.

But he didn’t…

My hand was placed in Michael’s, as a sign that my dad was ‘giving me away’ once done Michael leaned forward moving the veil behind.

“You look lovely-” and I couldn’t help the half smile I returned him…

And now looking at him- it didn’t make sense, I don’t feel the butterflies like I do with Charles… I don’t feel giddy around him- my smile doesn’t reach my eyes, he doesn’t make me want to pull my hair out, he doesn’t scream to me the type of guy that truthfully would go to the ends of the earth and make sure I felt loved- I was more of a convenience… and even if Charles didn’t realise it- he done all that, he made me feel love without realising, wether it was ensuring I didn’t injure myself on sharp corners, or looking after me when I am sick- and beating the boys up when we was younger whenever they would make a horrible comment… But what Charles was so stupid of doing was never realising I was so in love with him while he was loving everyone else and that pained me.

I shot my shot with him fifteen times, and each time it was brushed off with a “you’re only young you’ll grow out of it.” And now? Well his standing there at my ceremony with them begging eyes- maybe I was delusional, but I could see it. I could see him asking me not to go through with it.

“Y/N?” Quickly snapping my head to the officiant with a hum and wide eyes.

“I said do you take Michael Stone to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

I didn’t mean to- but I looked back at Michael and then as always I found myself back looking at Charles.

“I do…” the defeat that I felt in my heart showed in Charles eyes, his head hung low- my eyes fell back onto Michael, welling up with tears.

“Not…” sucking in a deep breath- gasps rang out, I rose my hand to his cheek. Shock plastered on his face- “Im sorry… I love you Michael… but I’m not in love with you” the tears fell, as I watched his face turn more confused. “You don’t love me… we both know it… and I don’t want to spend my life wondering what would have happened if I didn’t do this… but I can’t marry you.” Looking down at the floor, I then looked back up at him smiling sadly. “I can’t marry you when I’m completely and incandescently in love with someone else…”

Nodding his head slowly… Michael reached his hands up resting on my arms, brushing up and down in a soothing manner. “I understand… but promise me he can love you- with love I couldn’t give…”

“I hope so-” reaching up onto my tiptoes I kissed his cheek, before grabbing my dress and speed walking back down the aisle.

Listening to the rustling behind me- someone urgently asking people to move out their way- but yet it didn’t stop me.

Whether me and Charles was meant to be or not- I knew I wasn’t meant to marry Michael… we both knew. Pushing the doors to the church open, I fled down the steps- like Cinderella leaving the ball.

“Y/N- wait!” Turning around I see him running behind practically missing steps as he ran down.

“What Charles-” tilting my head up at him I felt a sense of pride- I just walked out of my wedding- I was invincible.

“Don’t leave me now.” Breathing in heavily, his chest rising and falling catching its breath back.

“Fifteen times I’ve tried with you Charles.” Stepping away from him I titled my head back towards the floor.

“The significance of sixteen.” And before I knew it- the thing I’ve dreamed about all my life- the thing I yearned for finally happened.

His lips were crushed onto mine, one hand behind my head the other wrapped securely around my body. It didn’t take long for me to respond- kissing him back with so much adrenaline and passion. My hands made their way to his chest, as I gently pushed him back…

“Charles…” whispering his name against his lips, I pulled away slowly, looking up at him through my lashes. “What do you want from me…”

“I’m so in love with you.” Blurting out whatever made it to his lips first, my eyes widened a little- both smiling shyly at each other. A light chuckle escaping him.

“I mean- I can’t let you run out my life… not when I am in love with you…”

“I waited sixteen years to hear those words from you-” touching his cheek, I moved away from him looking around.

“I don’t know if I really need to have my hopes crushed by you once again Charles.” Picking back up my dress I glanced back at him.

“Do you know what love is Charles?”

Nodding his head, stuffing his hand in the pockets of his suit pants, trying to make himself smaller. “I felt it every day for 16years- and I nearly lost it today… please tell me there’s a part of you that still loves me” The hope in his eyes was what burned in chest.

Weighing my choices, I finally got what I wanted- I got Charles… was it worth the sixteen year wait, the fifteen failed attempts- sixteen including this one depending how it ends…

And for the 100th time today, I took sixteen deep breaths. “How about some lunch Charlie?”

“Why did I wait this long for you?” Letting out a puff of air he moved in again- kissing me somewhat rougher than before. “God I love you so.”

“You’ll have to wait to hear it from me again.” With one quick kiss and a smile at him, he smiled back so warmly- taking my hand in his pulling me down the street to his car.

Opening the door for me we both looked at my dress and at the car. “This isn’t going to work…”

“Rip the dress-” laughing a little I started tugging at the bottom of the dress the fabric ripping so effortlessly. “I was hoping the ripping clothes off would wait until later-” with a cheeky smile he crouched down infront of me ripping the dress in places I wasn’t reaching.

“I’ll pretend to not hear that.” Blushy faced, I pulled at fabrics to make the dress not so puffy.

“Good thing you don’t need ears to be shown something.” His hand grazed my calf as he stood back up.

“Now- let me take you away Mrs.Leclerc.” Furrowing my brows at him tilting my head slightly. “I don’t plan on another attempt down the aisle any time soon-”

“Your fate was sealed with me 16 years ago.” Kissing my lips gently, I smiled more to myself sliding into his car.

“God the significance of sixteen.”

“The best number chèrie” (darling)shutting the door behind me, it was then I see Pascale and my parents at the top steps of the church smiling down on us, he was right fortunately our fate was sealed.

God I hate loving you Charles Leclerc.

Masterlist

[meekmedea]

re: ask game

⭐️ can you share some director’s commentary on ad astra per aspera? i adore that entire interaction with coriolanus and clemmie, and ofc her dynamic with reaper!! it would be great to know more :D

Of course! I'd love to, I can do it for both :)

Coriolanus & Clemmie

Is it overkill for Coriolanus to have poisoned her and sabotaged her car? Yes. But is he also prepared for any changes to his plan - ie. she decides she doesn't want tea today? Yes.

The conversation before she returns to the past is one of my favourite parts. Especially Coriolanus' attitude. Clemmie describes it affectionate. Even if he's admitting to poisoning her, to still loving her. Or how it was mercy to choose a fast-acting poison for her.

I like to imagine that during that entire conversation, he doesn't lie. He cares for her, even loves her, yes. But not more than he loves power. If he has to pick one, she will ALWAYS be second choice.

I've previously rambled about the origins of “Va, je ne te hais point” or "Go, I hate you not," being a line that Coriolanus takes from a play. One thing I wanted to add about this line is that it is a litote.

So because it's using the negative to affirm something positive, this means, "I hate you not" is really "I love you".

Reaper & Clemmie

Her original motive is selfish. Yes, she regrets how things had gone with Reaper. But wanting him to live isn't completely altruistic. If he wins this time around then it means Lucy Gray dies. The same girl that Coriolanus chose over her (it was platonic then, but it still stings. That he'd pick LG, and by extension, power + fame, over his best friend.)

One thing I wish I got to write was something for the gap between her and Reaper sharing a clementine and the peacekeepers coming for her.

In that blank, I imagine Clemmie has more time to collect her thoughts about the tributes + the games since she really hasn't had much time to process everything since she's returned to the past.

For her, it's really been: killed via car sabotage -> 18 again + it's the day after the Reaping.

Age brings in a new perspective too. Mentally, she's older than them all. And I don't think she really realized how young a lot of the tributes were. Her first instance might have been to Wovey where she impulsively gives her the one of the waters. Like this is a child.

And just maybe she lets her guard down a bit more around him. They never had a relationship of any sort last time. This time, they may or may not be mentally comparing over how the other is better than Coriolanus. Even if they see each other as 'strange'.

By the time she is led away, there's still that calculative streak in her - this is to spite Coriolanus even if he doesn't know it. Plus getting Lucy Gray to think she's better than him is an even better revenge.

[footballfanficwriter]

Award show

A/n: I know I haven't been posting but writers block is a real thing fr, also requests are open

Summary:where the reader is Kylian's plus 1 to the football awards

I'm nervous, because although Kylian is my Husband we've never actually made a public appearance and people don't know we're married

Which has taken a strain on our marriage because I feel like he's ashamed to be seen with me in public and he says he wants to protect me

As if he can sense my nervousness he walks into the room and wraps his hand around me.

"You smell good" he say planting kisses on my neck

"Thank you"

"You also look very gorgeous"

"Thank you, you look very handsome yourself, seems like I'm gonna be fighting a lot of women tonight"

He laughs and I smile at his laughter

"You don't have to worry about them, I'm all yours"

I smile and he pecks my lips

"C'mon let's go we don't wanna be late"

We walk out the door and into the car where our driver was waiting on us

The ride to the event was very nerve wrecking and my leg keeps bouncing

Kylian must have noticed because he places his hand on my thigh

"Hey don't worry,I'm right here and I'm not leaving your side side at all ok?"

"Ok"

We arrive and the driver opens the door for Kylian to get out and he reaches for my hand and steps out the car

As soon as we step out we're met with flashing lights and cameras

We make our way to the red carpet where we get interviewed by a blonde lady who looks very gorgeous

"Monsieur Kylian, ça va?"

"Merci et toi"

"Bien, I see you have brought a plus one today, who is this stunning lady?" She asks referring to me

"She's a very close friend of mine and I decided to bring her along today, cause I thought why not"

I look at Kylian in almost disbelief, but quickly cover up the face and put a smile on

"Yeah Kylian and I have known eachother for a long time now"

"Oh ok that's very nice and so sweet, so Kylian how are you feeling about tonight?" The interviewer asks putting her had on Kylian's Bicep

He pulls away and answers "really nervous but all I hope for is a smooth evening as well as a relaxed one"

"Well you heard it here folks Kylian is hoping for a smooth and relaxed night"

We walk away from the interviewer and make our way to our seats

I let go of him and he turns to me and asks "are you ok?"

"I don't wanna talk to you"

"Babe, I'm sorry"

"For what? Not claiming me in front of that interviewer or for letting her touch you like that"

"You look so hot when you're Jealous you know that"

"stop, this is very serious Kylian let go of me" I let go of his arm and the award ceremony starts

After a few awards are handed out the category Kylian is nominated for comes up

"Now for the youngest football player award"

The nominees are called out and Kylian grabs my hand

Just because I'm upset with him doesn't mean I don't care

"And the winner is ... Kylian Mbappe"

My heart drops with excitement, and he turns to me and hugs me and walks to the stage to collect his award

"Wow, thank you very much for the award it really means a lot to me, firstly I would like to thank my family for all the support they have given me through out my life, then l'd like to thank my fans all over the world, and thank you for being my support , and lastly, My Wife Y/n, thank you for always being my emotional and physical support, no matter how many times I wanted to give up, you were always pushing me and encouraging me to continue on this path even though it got tough, it was better because you were by my side cheering me on, thank you and I love you je t'aime mon amour"

He walks of the stage and comes back to his seat, he sits next to me again and I kiss him not caring we're in public, I've been wanting to do this ever since we started dating

"I love you too"

After the ceremony, I go online and see people freaking out about the news about Kylian and I's Marriage

When we got home Kylian couldn't stop smiling at me and neither could I

"Thank you for that" I said

"Don't thank me it was something I should have done a long time ago, and I'm sorry for making you feel like I was ashamed of you, if anything I'm actually very proud to call you my wife and I want the whole world to know that" he says

I smile at him and start kissing him very passionately

[guidetoanarchy]

''Loved You Like Religion''

(REMINDER THAT MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!) This is a bit of a short one sorry!! Haven't wrote in a while so count this as a warm-up. ------------------------ Writing is based off Blake Roman's (Angel dust's VA in hazbin hotel!) song!! ''https://soundcloud.com/blakeroman55/loved-you-like-religion-acoustic'' <- Song ------------------------ Angel Dust was far from tired by Valentino's exploitation, but yet it seemed he was longing for him in his room in the Hazbin Hotel. Knowing he signed that contract out of desperation, he still regretted it immensely till this day. With all that in mind, he still loved Valentino like religion. Him signing that contract had turned into a hazy memory, there's no point trying to remember now. Angel Dust couldn't just stay away, He had sealed his own fate.

------------------------ Valentino had called him his lover soon after he signed that piece of shit's contract, Angel Dust took to it well. He had already climbed up on his lover's cross and let Valentino pin him right to it. Speaking of Valentino... ''Ohh Amorcito! I hope you're ready for today's shoot! Today is going to be the utter definition of sinning..'' ..Angel Dust heard Valentino from his changing room, he sighed. After working for about 16 hours a few days ago Angel Dust thought he'd at least have a little mercy... Time to climb back up that lover's cross.

[l0stn3v3rf0und]

TMNT: Elemental Madness AU - Big Mama

Big Mama

Nicknames: Ms. Mama, Mom, Mother

Role: MAIN VILLAIN #3

??? years old (Assumably late 30s early 40s)

Personality

Motherly

Charismatic

Welcoming

Extroverted

Durable

Merciful

Manipulative

Haughty

Possesive

Likes: Kids (NOT SEXUALLY OR ROMANTICALLY. PLATONICALLY. SHE WAS A MOTHER.), Shopping, The color Red, Trying to out-nice anyone within a 50-mile radius

Dislikes: Stubborness, Liars, Abusers

Fears: Losing her kids

Weapons: Her words

Fun facts! (RANDOM STUFFF WHOOOOO)

#1 Mom

She is FOOT’s negotiator and face-women.

She is the reason why FOOT got to where it is today

Walking lie-detector #2

She treats the FOOT’s members like her own kids

Raph was her favorite

She isn’t a manipulator, she is THE manipulator.

No one really knows how old she is

She is secretly a Spider Mutant from Dimension X in disguise.

Lore

She’d once lived in Dimension X.

She had lots of kids on her own.

But due to the Kraang attack, she had to evacuate with her kids.

The ship she was on was attacked, so she used a escape pod and landed on earth.

Big Mama and her kids were discovered by TCRI and was taken in to be studied.

Sadly, her kids were killed by TCRI’s hands.

In her rage, she demolished the building and went into hiding.

She got used to earth’s lifestyle over time and began to blend in.

Big Mama decided to check this Bar out where she met Baron and Saki.

They decided to work together to take down TCRI.

When Raph was brought in, she immediately took him in.

VA Headcanon: Joo Dee (Avatar Last Airbender)

References

Masterpost

[nereidofthesoul]

February 28th, 2024

BABYDOLL’s BIRTHDAY.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY.

Je te mets ici le message que je t’ai envoyé sur discord, puis à la suite, quelques mots :

“Babydoll,

Happy birthday.

Aujourd’hui c’est mon jour préféré de l’année. Je sais que it sounds cheesy as fuck mais je suis trop attendri car 24 years ago today… tu naissais quoi. Toi. Savoir que cet être humain m’étais destiné déjà puis, au delà, que c’était toute cette puissance qui viendrait bouleverser absolument tout ce que je pensais connaître sur la vie.

J’espère que today will feel just as special to you. J’espère qu’il sera full of happiness, joy and laughs. J’espère que tu vas profiter de cette soirée, de cette nuit et ce jusqu’à demain soir (and obviously, beyond). Je suis tellement fier de toi et j’espère te le dire assez (jamais), je suis super fier pour tout et encore plus ces derniers mois. Je sais que je radote mais you had gone through tough times et t’as su te relever everytime. Et ça, pour le meilleur. Emphasis on « meilleur » car que des bonnes choses sont devant toi. Je sais que des fois je passe pour le over optimistic boyfriend quand il s’agit de toi, mais c’est simplement car je te connais, i believe in you and i trust everything about your future. I wish so much for you, i want everything for you. And I know you will get everything you want, in the end. C’est tout ce que tu mérites. Alors merci à mes beaux parents de t’avoir confectionné avec autant de perfection. Mais t’sais quoi, il serait réducteur que de donner tous les mérites à tes parents. C’est toi que je devrai remercier, thank you for becoming the girl I am so deeply in love with

Happy birthday babydoll, may all your dreams come true”

Ce jour est sacré pour moi. Car c’est le jour de l’amour de ma vie. Mon amour, je suis tellement fier de toi, tellement fier et grateful de t’avoir auprès de moi. Je crois que tu ne capteras jamais à quel point je t’admire, à quel point je suis vraiment à genoux devant ce petit bout de femme que tu es. J’aimerai que tous les jours soient about you (it is in my head), que tous les jours on puisse s’enfermer dans notre bulle, sans penser à rien d’autre. Ce soir, je suis heureux et j’espère que j’ai su te tirer plus d’un sourire. M��me si je n’ai pas su te gâter totalement comme tu le méritais, j’espère qu’on pourra rattraper tout ça quand tu seras auprès de moi, ou même plus tard. Ce jour je l’attendais autant que les un an, tu sais ? Gosh, its all about you. It’s always you. Happy birthday ma Nereid, j’espère que tu sais à quel point tu es formidable, à quel point tu es… ouais, exceptionnelle. Je t’aime, I love you more than anything else around. I swear it’s just you in my head

[sunmimygoddess]

(I don’t usually post personal stuff here. I actually don’t usually post anything here, I only reblog. But anyways. )

This is Pomme, she’s 13 years old and today the vet said she only has roughly one week to maybe 10 days to live.

She’s been with me through some tough times, cuddled me during really dark nights, and today I have to try and be there for her as much as I can and take my time to say goodbye.

My heart is breaking and she’s not even gone yet.

I’ve had cats before, I’ve actually always grew up having cats as pets at home, but I never had this kind of relationship with a my pet before. I just feel like she understands me more than anyone ever could. It’s weird.

Just thinking of her not being there anymore makes me cry.

I felt like posting some pictures here, and writing this to try and feel better, try and convince myself that my family and I have given her all the love we could during those years.

We’re going to spoil her with gifts and delicious food while she’s still her, make her last few days as confortable as possible.

Im gonna miss her so much 💔

Pomme, merci pour ces huit belles années, merci de nous avoir choisis ce jour où on t’as croisé au refuge, merci pour tout ces câlins, ces bisous, toutes les fois où tu grimpais dans mon placard et foutais la moitié de mes vêtements par terre, toutes nos séances brossage sur la terrasse au soleil, nos longues parties de jeu avec ta peluche préférée… tu vas laisser un grand vide derrière toi. Je t’oublierais jamais.

[moonsoupstar-ao3]

Chapter 7!

Didn't really feel like getting off the bed yesterday, but here we are today!

I FORGOT MY GLASSES AJSBDKDK

Still not forgiving the animators for what they did to my babies

Rin is like me fr

Just hearing someone speak (even when it's important) is really hard aaaa

Now that I think about it, that was stress eating?

OK NO BUT LIKE, almost everyone else looks AMAZING, why the hate to Rin and Yukio????

I couldn't even get mad if they made the pig pretty in his delusions BECAUSE THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT OF A DELUSION

aaaaa Kamiki's scenes, m not readyyyyyy

Ok imma be honest I turned off the noise and hid the screen, I'm not good at second hand embarrassment

Shima looked so uncomfortable btw

The lights are too bright and I have the screen light at minimum aaaaaa

WJHSSKJDBDKDKD

I love the puppet's design btw, I don't think I said it yet

LUCIFER'S VA'S VOICE IS SOOOOOOOOOO

If I don't remember wrong, Mephisto kinda knew how many thing would go in that timeline until that point, right? So I guess it makes even more sense why he was so laid-back and irritably calm almost all the time

I REALLY NEED AN ANGEL&RIN FIC WHERE THEY SHARED THEIR MOVEMENTS' NAMES

they're literally the same lmao "Angel's slash!" "Satan's slash!"

Oh wait! I can add that to my wip!

Still wanna read it though

Rin's gut are wise

I like the Pace Town Inari's song, I know is like three lines but I like it

OK THAT WAS ONE SHIT OF VERY OBVIOUS CGI SJBDJD

They better had put all that budget on the big mall fight or I'm calling the authorities /j

No but like, is super obvious and mismatch A LOT to the art style, even with the background

When I look at the zombies, or whatever it was their name, I feel like I'm watching the cinematic of an old game remastered with better quality but the same models and all that stuff

I understand that there was a lot of them but they literally reused the same TWO (2) models

Also why they put Suguro's ass in our face????

Shima's such a good actor too! I love his scenes a lot bc if you're attentive enough, you can see the cracks on his mask but also the way you can mistake (specially if you don't know him) for a variety of different emotions

Like during the first walk of Izumo in the chapter, when she was being 'oh it's all over for me!', he looks really uncomfortable but he could disgues it as 'bc is his first time dealing with that kind of stuff' 'he's just freaked out for her attitude' and yada yada

Mike and Uke all the time with Kamiki: 'dumb kid, we would never serve you!'

Mike and Uke when she was in real, real danger: 'dumb kid, we are your weapons, use us!'

ALSO THIS REMIND ME

That anon the other said that was like 'Kazue never wrote an open queer character'

Yeah, so like, that pig is really not giving het vibes, y'know?

And Mike and Uke aren't giving them either

They have more the 'couple/set', and Kamiki said 'brothers' for them (I'm not remembering now she called them brother's in the official English manga as well now, so take this with a hint of salt)

(I think they're not really related? As in, demon blood family(?) though)

Shima: "Is that so? My bad." YOU BITCH SKSBDKDKDN

I love him

OH HI BABYGIRL (LUCIER)

KILL THE PIG, KILL THE PIG NOW

DO NOT SHOW MERCY IN THAT MOTHERFUCKER

aww man, we'll have to wait another week for the fight in the feeding's cells :((((

WAIT THE CHAPTER JUST ENDED????

Damn

I feel like this is one of my lastest liking (definitely not favorites) chapters until now, I know we still have six chapters ahead but yeah

Feel it really cheap in comparison with the other's

I started watching aoex season 3

So I decided to share my thoughts as I see the chapters (NOT SPOILER FREE)

Chapter 1:

not a full fan of the new art style but not a hater either

can't forgive them for taking away my troll clown though

also the voice, dunno, maybe I'm remembering the voice wrong in past seasons but yeah, not for me (especially when he says "eins, zwei, drei" I just feel like is the wrong tone)

also, I love the pace of the chapter but am really bitter that they cut the bestism (Angel & Lightning) first show time together so short

THE GEHENNA SCENE WAS SOOOOOO, loved the light hint to trigger response from Rin

uhhhhh what else....

THE SHAPESHIFTER BATTLE

so, so good, when Rin, Izumo, and Shima attacked and the camera was moving I didn't know where to look at

I'MMA FIGHT WITH MY BARE HANDS ANYONE WHO DARES SAYS MY BOY RIN ISN'T SMART AFTER THIS SEASON

alright then, time for chapter 2 :D

[formula-one-two-three]

French Lessons - Pierre Gasly

Pierre has had enough of his friend's bad French, but in teaching them reveals one of his best-kept secrets. Warnings: fluff, slight moment of angst, awful French, friends to lovers, new writer

Note: sorry about disappearing, anyway this is so bad but I hope you like it, please do leave feedback :)

"Je m'apelle y/n" you read out from your textbook, mimicking the conversation between the two characters in it. "comment ça va?" you continue, flicking your eyes over the bold text.

Pierre, your best friend, is currently slouched on your sofa, scrolling through his phone. Every so often, he raises his eyes to look at you, or sighs loudly.

"Ça va bien, merci" you continue, whispering it back to yourself several times in order to imprint it properly in your brain. You had an important test coming up, and you were determined to prove everyone wrong, to show them that you could learn a new language, even if you were starting it in your adult years. "Salut! Je m'apelle y/n. et tu?" you restarted the conversation.

A loud sigh was heard from across the room. "Am I boring you?" you inquire, turning around in your chair to face Pierre. "No, but your French is" he replies, tossing his phone onto the sofa. You frown at him, but he quickly follows "Why won't you let me teach you some actually useful French?", moving his feet to make space for you on the sofa.

"I've got to study for my test Pierre, I'm sorry" you reply. "You've been studying the same conversation for the past hour, it's getting tiring." he grumbles back, clearly annoyed. "Sorry that I bore you that much, you can leave if you want" you turn back around in your chair. Pierre realises how harsh his comment had come off and says "You don't bore me, I'm sorry, that was mean of me"

You don't reply, pretending to not acknowledge him. "Y/n come on I'm sorry" Pierre repeats, standing up and walking over to your desk. Suddenly you felt Pierre's strong arms cage you in from behind, and you relaxed a little. "How can I make it up to you" he mumbles in your ear. You suddenly had a great idea. "How about you help me practice this?"

Pierre drags you back to the sofa, after snatching your textbook from your desk. "Alright, I'll be person A" you nod at him. "Bonjour! Comment ça va? Je m'apelle Pierre et je suis votre professeur de français aujourd'hui." (Hello, how are you, My name is Pierre and I am your French teacher today)

"Pierre" you giggle "that's not in the textbook, what does it even mean?" He waves you off, continuing. "Ecoutez. Jaime les chiens" He motions for you to repeat. "Jaime les chiens" you reply, still giggling at his serious demeanour. "Jaime les chats" you repeat after him again. "et je t'aime" he finishes, looking you right in the eyes. You pause, knowing what it meant, and hoping he had meant it. "je t'aime" you whisper back, still lost in his eyes.

"I mean it y/n" he whispers, the air still thick with tension. You nod gently, and he slowly leans towards you, pressing his rough hand on your cheek. Your lips meet gently, softly pushing against the others. He tasted of mint, his lips soft and careful. You had dreamt of this moment for god knows how long.

You both pull away after a while, and you laugh at the state of Pierre’s hair after you had been running your hands through it. “What?” he gives you a puzzled look. “Come here” you say, and he moved towards you. You reach out for the tossed strands and move them back to the correct side of his parting. “All better” you say. He gives you a sweet peck, and pulls you into his chest.

Pierre has helped you with your French ever since, your rewards for mastering new words often sweet kisses. Every time you come home with a test score, you always call Pierre, who is overjoyed with your progress and couldn’t be prouder.

“I guess my French Lessons must be paying off, maybe I should become a French teacher” He teases. You pout. “No you can’t, all the girls would just crush on you” He chuckles. “What, does that make you jealous?” “Very” “Okay Madame but you always know it will always be you” He assured you, leaning over to press his lips on yours. “I love you” He mumbles against your lips. “Je t’aime aussi”

[cheri-translates]

Qixi 2022 Concert Chibi Scenes

✧ Link to Qixi Concert: here

✧ Weibo posts: here

✧ Wishes from the VAs: here

✧ Qixi Calls: Gavin (1 l 2 and 3) l Kiro l Lucien l Shaw l Victor

CHIBI KIRO

[ Time-stamp: 9:58 - 11:38 ]

Miss Chips, look at it!

When you’re holding onto the leash, it pretends to be obedient.

Once its in my hands, it flies off completely.

[To Apple Box] What? Feeling upset because I’m talking about you?!

[spits out sand from his mouth]

[To Apple Box] You actually kicked sand towards me?!

Apple Box! Don’t run away!

Heh, let’s see where you can run.

Miss Chips, hurry up and help me to keep him under control!

Huh... okay then.

Apple Box, since Miss Chips has pleaded for mercy on your behalf,

I’ll just give you a mild punishment.

[clears throat] After all, every household has its rules. As one of the members of the Zhou family,

Kicking sand towards someone is an incredibly impolite act.

Heh, I’ll let you experience how it feels to be surrounded by sand too!

Huh? Apple Box looks like its enjoying itself.

Why does it seem like I’m awarding it instead?!

No way. I want a reward too!

Miss Chips, why don’t we buy ice-cream later?

Okay, it’s a deal then!

-----

CHIBI GAVIN

[ Time-stamp: 18:36 - 19:55 ]

Be careful. 

There are lots of broken rocks on the ground.

Let’s walk slowly.

It’s been a pretty long time since we visited the beach.

It feels pretty nice to take a stroll like this.

The sunlight is just right.

Mm, and the ocean breeze is comfortable. 

Looks like today’s a pretty good day.

[chuckles] Of course it’s because you’re here.

You want to play “You Draw, I Guess” on the sand?

Erm... but my drawings don’t look good.

Okay, we’ll turn our backs towards each other.

And draw at the same time.

You’re already done with your drawing?

Hang on. I’ll add a few more strokes.

I’m done.

Let’s turn back and look at them together.

[chuckles] I guessed correctly.

You drew a ginkgo leaf.

The same as me.

My drawing doesn’t look like one?

Cough... I drew it in the shape of a heart on purpose.

I hope that you like it.

✧ Translated comics inspired by his scene: one l two

-----

CHIBI LUCIEN

[ Time-stamp: 26:43 - 28:13 ]

I didn’t expect the flower shop from earlier to be that crowded.

It didn’t look big from the front

But there was a comprehensive variety of fresh flowers.

Do you see these gardenia flowers?

Although they looked a little late,

They’ve been well taken cared of.

The floral arrangement of its home is very exquisite too.

Yes.

It does look like the style you like.

Which is why I selected this bouquet.

But it still lacks some local uniqueness.

I’ll give you this for now.

So...

Do you hear the sound of the ocean from the conch?

Does that mean

Putting it into the bouquet

Is equivalent to us having the entire ocean?

Miss, thanks for selecting this shell.

I feel that it adds the crowning touch.

It’s in.

My fingers aren’t as nimble as yours,

But

I’m very pleased with it.

Why don’t we

Put it on the boat

And let it witness our present moment together with the ocean?

-----

CHIBI VICTOR

[ Time-stamp: 34:46 - 36:00 ]

I’m not providing beverage services today.

I’m not underestimating your alcohol tolerance level.

I simply don't want to hear a certain someone grieving

Over not having room in her belly for roasted meat.

Since the proposal for “Unlimited Outdoors BBQ Set Meal”

Was something you suggested yourself,

You should be responsible for carrying it out.

As compared to wine,

You should have more faith in my culinary skills.

Do you want more or less seasoning?

This is the first time I’ve met

Someone who has such few requests for her “personal chef”.

You’re free to decide on today’s dishes.

There’s no need to be suspicious.

With me, you’ve always had a special privilege.

You do know how to ask for more.

What else do you want me to do with your special privilege?

I don’t always hum when I cook.

Whether I display such a habit isn’t purely based on my mood...

When I’m with you,

Of course I won’t be unhappy.

For now, enjoy your seaside roasted meat feast.

As for a certain someone’s wishes,

I’ll be responsible for making them come true.

-----

CHIBI SHAW

[ Time-stamp: 42:23 - 43:20 ]

WHAT?

SPEAK A LITTLE LOUDER. I CAN’T HEAR YOU.

It’s just a normal live performance.

Why are you so excited?

Why don’t you ask for my help the next time you film a music festival?

I guarantee that you’ll see an even more shocking performance.

Don’t be happy too early. I didn’t say that it comes without cost.

As for the compensation...

I’ll get it from you once I decide what it is.

Just prepare it anytime.

The song’s reaching its climax!

From what I can see, the atmosphere isn’t fiery enough, and the lights aren’t flashing enough.

Do you want to be a little more high?

How’s that?

This is more like it.

It was worth coming here.

It’s getting lively!

But there are many people around. Come a little closer to me.

Or I could move closer to you.

[labellerose-acheron]

May 06, 2022 *** [Loud Bell]

@trip-downtheriverstyx​, @lou-bonfightme​

Belle had not heard from Hades today.

This was not odd, on a normal day. They were both busy people. Hades, these days, even busier than usual, what with being the mayor and all. Even in the very beginning days of them, they had never been the sort to spend long texting. Their longest conversations over text were arguments, or grocery lists. Belle wasn’t much of a texter anyway, though she was becoming more of one, as she felt incredibly self conscious taking personal calls at her cubicle at work.

It was not a normal day, however. It was Belle’s birthday. And no, she wasn’t the kind of person to fuss about it. Before Persephone and Hades had shown up, she rarely celebrated it at all. Was it even possible to celebrate something when you were the only one who knew about it? She’d buy herself a cupcake, sometimes, at Hatter’s, if she was feeling particularly--festive. Since Persephone, really--she was the one to wiggle her birthday out of her: Five days after mine! she had smiled. Tauruses are the best.--Belle had become accustomed to a...text message, at least. Maybe being able to skip out on dishes.

Though, to be fair, InterPride hadn’t forgotten. She assumed it was someone in HR’s sole job to track birthdays, as it seemed they had one just on her floor nearly every week. They had called everyone into the conference room and sung happy birthday and given her a cupcake. It had been horribly embarrassing, she had meant to stop it actually, but she’d forgotten to submit the request form and well...it had been rather sweet too. There was even a card that everyone had signed and Ting-Ting, Melody, and Gil had come up from accounting.

And still, no text from Hades.

By the time she’d gotten home, she’d more or less forgotten about the birthday card tucked into her bag, but--she hadn’t forgotten that she hadn’t heard anything from Hades.

“Maman!” Opal squealed as soon as the door was opened.

“Hihihihi!” Aidan chimed in. Bellamy, always quiet, just watched with big eyes. 

“Bon soir,” Lou said from the floor, though he began to rise. He stroked his hand over Opal’s head as he came to stand in front of Belle, Opal between them.

“Vas-y,” he told Opal encouragingly.

“Joyeux anniversaire, Maman!” Opal said with a charming accent.

Belle smiled and picked her up. “Merci beaucoup!”

“Joyeux anniversaire,” Toulouse repeated and then stepped forward to hug her. When he pulled back, he kissed her cheek.

“Merci,” Belle said again with another smile, though it faded as she glanced around. “Is Hades home yet?”

“Mm, no--did you not see? He will be a bit late.”

“Oh, he must’ve texted on my walk home.“

[outfit, flats not heels] [lou’s fit]