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lovegalor333 · 2 months ago

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love faces

summary: you break up with your shitty boyfriend and paige makes you feel better 🤭

content warnings: nsfw smut fingering thigh riding

inspired by love faces by trey songz and this edit right here 🙂‍↕️🧎‍♀️

“I’m so done with you, Noah. I can’t take this anymore.” You scoffed at your boyfriend as you grab the few belongings you had with you, stuffing your phone into your purse.

“Yeah, yeah I’ve heard that one before.” Your boyfriend mocked from his couch where he lounged back, eyes focused on the video game he was playing.

“No! I mean it this time. I’m done.” You insist before storming out of his apartment.

You had plans for a romantic dinner with Noah tonight, but of course he forgot so when you showed up to his place, dressed to the nines, excited for your evening and you were met with a peroxide blonde feeling up on him, you lost it. You’d turned one too many blind eyes to Noahs ways in the past because you thought loved him but you were over being treated like you didn’t exist.

“Hi Azzi, I’m sorry to do this but I need a ride. I think… I just broke up with Noah.” You explain to your best friend over the phone, hoping she’d be able to come and pick you up from the off campus apartment complex.

Azzi wasn’t home, she was out for dinner with her family that were in town but she told you to hang tight, she’d sort out your ride home.

As you wait on the side on the road, you contemplate going back to the apartment and just ignoring what you saw, like you had many times before. Noah was your first boyfriend, your first everything and you loved him, at least that’s what you thought but maybe it wasn’t him you loved, maybe it was just the thought of him. Either way, you never imagined you’d be the one to break up with him, he always said you’d never have the guts to leave him and maybe he was right.

You were about to swallow your pride and go back up the stairs when you saw a set of highlights heading your way. It was dark so you couldn’t make out the car until it was in front of you, it was Paige.

Paige was Azzis best friend, a different type of best friend than you. You’d known Azzi your whole life, practically grew up as sisters where as, she’d met Paige later on down the line at a basketball tournament. You’d met Paige yourself not long after that tournament and you’d grown to know her well so it wasn’t weird that she was the one to come and pick you up tonight.

Paige beeps the horn of her car a few times when you don’t move and you know now, it’s too late to go back. You and Noah were done.

“Hi, thanks for coming.” You say slipping into the passenger seat, your short dress that clung to your thighs riding up slightly.

“No problem ma, Azzi told me situation. Sorry to hear.” Paige sympathised, giving your exposed thigh a comforting rub.

“It’s all good. Was about time.” You say knowing exactly how your friends thought of Noah and the way he treated you.

“Well I didn’t want to say it, but good riddance.” She jokes and she begins to drive you home.

Paige invites you back to her and Azzis place, saying it’s best you’re not alone tonight and you agree, being with the two girls will stop you from calling Noah and going back on your word.

You and Paige sit side by side on the couch, Azzi still isn’t home and won’t be for a while and your mind strays back to the first time you met Paige and the way she enticed you. Her perfectly chiselled features that have only grown more perfect the older she got, her eyes like pools of water from the freshest part of the ocean that locked onto yours so easily and made you feel like you were the only person in the room when she spoke to you. You always thought her and Azzi would end up together but they’ve made it clear, on multiple occasions, their relationship is strictly platonic.

“You were too beautiful for a jerk like Noah anyway.” Paige pipes up, capturing your attention and you clear your throat, glad mind reading isn’t a thing because then Paige would know exactly what you were thinking about her and the way her body language made your heart palpate.

“Thank you, P.” You say and fight the urge to lean your body into hers despite how much you wanted to. You didn’t want Paige to feel like a rebound. Was she a rebound? Shit, even you didn’t know at this point. You had just broken up with your boyfriend, you thought you’d be crying your eyes out but you’re clenching your thighs at the thought of the girl next to you.

Paige fidgets beside you and you look at her, daring her to say something, anything to break the tension that was slowly building between you both.

“I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, Y/N. But when I said you were beautiful, I really meant it. I’ve thought it since I first met you.” She admits looking at you with that God forsaken eye contact that makes your stomach flip.

“Really?” You ask but you believe her, you can see it in the way she’s looking at you.

“Really.” She says, her fingers coming to your thigh to softly draw shapes on your skin.

“Come closer.” She rasps almost asking for your permission and you comply, scooting your body along the couch so you’re as close to Paige as you can get.

Her hand travels further up your thigh leaving goosebumps along your skin in its wake, she reaches your waist and you gasp at the feeling, “Tell me if you want me to stop.” She say seriously but you shake your head, “Don’t stop.” So she leans her face into yours, your foreheads touching first before her lips press to yours.

You both pull away at first and just look at each other, both asking the other is this what we want without actually saying it but the way your lips find each others again, in a hungry, needy kiss, gives you your answer.

It doesn’t take long for you to be on your back, Paige on top of you, hands exploring every part of your body, fingers digging to your hips as her tongue danced in your mouth.

“Not here.” She says breathlessly, breaking the kiss and standing up.

Paige takes your hand and leads you down the hall to her bedroom and once the door is closed behind you, there’s no stopping your frantic movements, ripping each others clothes off, kissing inbetween the shedding of each layer. Your head is fuzzy at the thought of what’s about to happen and you feel drunk off the adrenaline of feeling Paiges bare skin against yours, her toned stomach under your finger tips, her lips on you neck.

You’re layed on your back, legs spread as Paige in kneeled in between them, you feel exposed in a way you’ve never been before but your body is begging to be touched. Paige trails her fingers along the inside of your thighs, teasing as they get closer and closer to your already soaked folds.

“So fucking pretty ma.” She breathes out and you squirm at her light touch, you want it deeper, firmer, you need it.

“Paige, please.” You moan bucking your hips up towards what you so desperately want.

“I want to take my time with you, be gentle.”

“You can be gentle,” You say, this is your first time with a woman and Paige knows that, “but fuck taking your time. I need you, now.” You whimper which quickly turns into a moan as Paige slips a finger inside you.

“Shit.” She pumps in and out of you before slipping a second finger in and then a third and you try to close your thighs at the feeling of her slender digits stretching you out but she holds your legs open with the hand that isn’t curling up inside of you, hitting your g-spot.

“Holy fuck, P.” You gasp, eyes rolling back in your head.

“Does it feel good baby? Tell me how it feels when I touch you.” Paige cooed from in between your legs and hearing the word baby come out of her mouth so low and breathy made your head spin.

“So-ugh good. Oh my-fuck!” You let out a loud groan as her thumb presses down on your clit, rubbing tight circles over the already sensitive spot, you were about to cum, you could tell by the way your walls contracted around Paiges fingers, plunged deep inside you.

“Gonna cum- shit Paige, I’m gonna-“ You slap your hand over your mouth to muffle the cries you were about the let out.

“Nuh uh, I wanna hear you ma, don’t be shy.” Paige tells you applying more pressure to your clit, pushing you to the very edge.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Right there, P. Shit.”

Your legs are twitching and spasming and everything cuts to white noise for a split second as you come to your climax, releasing all over Paiges fingers, your juices seeping out onto the mattress below.

“Look at you.” Paige breathes out lifting her hand to show you her soaked fingers and you lift yourself up, slightly light headed, your once perfectly curled hair, stuck to sweat droplets on your forehead and you open your mouth for Paige to stuff in her fingers into.

You run your tongue along her fingers then slip it through the middle of them, tasting yourself and moaning at the flavour. Paige pulls her fingers out of your mouth, replacing them with her tongue taking in whatever was left over in your mouth.

You’re both knelt on her bed, face to face, you finally coming down from your high and you dip your head peppering kisses along her neck and chest, your tongue peeking out to flick at her perky nipples, she moans as you take it in your mouth, sucking gently.

You manoeuvre your knee inbetween her thighs, pressing teasingly at her pussy and the sharp intake of breath tells you she likes it. She begins to grind on your knee, her hands falling to your shoulders for support as you continue tracing your tongue over her tits.

You press your knee further into her, feeling her slick leak out onto you and you glance up from her chest to see Paige already looking down at you latched onto her nipple, her bottom lip clenched in her teeth as she rocks her hips on your knee.

“I wanna ride your thigh ma. Can I ride your thigh?” Paige practically begs and you nod helping her position herself over your thigh, her wet pussy warm against your bare skin.

Her hands find your shoulders again and your grip onto her hips as she gets back into the rhythmic thrusting and her knee naturally finds itself nestled between your legs and with her bouncing on your thigh, your clit is being teased once again so you lean into her and match her pace and speed, both of you grinding and rubbing against each other.

You watch Paige intensely as her eyes flutter shut and her head tips back a low groan escaping her mouth, “Fuck, you feel so good under me.” She mummbles. You loved the way Paige looked, getting off on your thigh, eyes screwed shut in pleasure caused by your body. Her hands moving from your shoulders, into your hair tugging at the roots. The sharp feeling only turned you on more and you wanted Paige to feel the same way so you dipped one of your hands down to her clit and moved your fingers in the perfect pattern, her grip tightening on your hair as you did.

“Shit ma, you’re gonna make me cum. Ugh fuck- keep doing that.” She moaned, pressing herself further onto your fingers.

“I want you to cum on me P.” You purred digging your fingers into her hips forcing her to move faster.

“Shit baby, cum again with me.” She says, her eyes flicking down to where you were working yourself on her knee.

“T-touch me.” You plead, head falling to her shoulder and she wastes no time matching your actions, dropping her hand down to tease your throbbing clit.

You work in sync bringing each other to splintering climaxes at the same time, shockwaves ripple through you both and Paige throws her head back, mouth open as she moans out your name. Your head is still rested on her shoulder as you cum for the second time that night, legs shaking and gasping for breath.

You dissolve into a pool of pleasure, entangled with Paige, skin clammy and cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. Paiges hair that was slicked back at the beginning of the night had loosened and stray strands framed her face. You looked different compared to the beginning of the night too, your lipstick was smudged and mascara had run but none of that mattered after what you just experienced.

Your chest still heaved as you laid together, Paige absentmindedly trailing her fingers down your bare back and you couldn’t help but wonder what this meant for you both.

“Paige…” You tried to broach the subject but she cut you off, “Let’s talk about this tomorrow. Azzi will be back soon and we better make ourselves look presentable before that.”

“I just want to you to know, this wasn’t rebound sex. I wouldn’t do that to you.” You say fiddling with the chain around her neck.

“Good, because I’d really like to do that again.” She replies taking your hand in hers and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

You clean yourselves up and change Paiges messy sheets just before Azzi walks in the door.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Azzi says pulling you into a tight hug, “I hope Paige looked after you.” And you can’t help but smirk into your best friends shoulder, “Oh, she did.”

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a/n: happy (freaky) friday 😚

#paige bueckers #wlw #lgbtq #oneshot #uconn wbb #wcbb #paige bueckers imagine #paige x reader #blurb #fanfic #paige bueckers smut #smut

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pastryfication · 5 months ago

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hii!! could I please request another sister Leclerc fic?? I don’t mind the topic as all your writing is amazing 💞💞 hope you have a good day! xx

hi!! i love writing sibling relationships so thank you for your request 🫶🫶 i hope it’s what you wanted

october birthdays | leclerc sister

pairing: leclerc brothers x sister!reader

summary: a story of how you and your brothers have celebrated your birthdays together throughout the years.

content warnings: very cute siblings bc that is one of my comfort tropes

october was a special month for many reasons. it was then fall break happened, halloween came, and most importantly: the big birthday week fell in october.

growing up with three older brothers had always meant a whirlwind of energy and competition. the four of you were extremely close—your relationship was a value your parents had drilled into you from a young age—but the bond you shared with arthur and charles was something else. something unique, cemented by your consecutive birthdays on the 14th, 15th and 16th of october. your close birthdays were a running joke amongst your friends, something you had both loved and hated growing up. but no matter how much you wished that you had your own birthday week, you couldn’t deny that there was something special about sharing it with your brothers.

on october 14th, you wake up to the familiar hum of excitement that always accompanies mid-october in your house. the smell of pancakes wafts from the kitchen, mingling with the autumn air that sneaks through the open window. your mother is already up, her cheerful humming a comforting backdrop to the clatter of pots and pans.

arthur, the youngest of your brothers, turns 24 today. tomorrow, it’s your turn—21 at last. and the day after, charles will celebrate his 27th birthday. the tradition to celebrate together, one big party that perfectly captures the essence of your close-knit family, is still going strong, and arthur and charles have both managed to come home for the week, a rare occasion that fills you with joy and excitement.

you scarcely remember your birthday when you turned six. arthur turned nine, and charles was a proud twelve-year-old.

back then, the house was filled with the smell of your mother's homemade baking. she had worked tirelessly, baking three cakes—one for each of you. she joked that it was like running a small bakery for a week.

when you close your eyes, you can still hear the laughter that echoed through the house as the three of you ran around, arthur boasting about his new remote-controlled car, charles showing off his model f1 car, and you clutching your new doll, a gift from your three brothers.

in the middle of the living room, the three of you gathered around a small table, the cakes in front of you. charles had just taught you and arthur how to blow out the candles all at once, a tradition he said brought good luck. as the sun dipped below the horizon, you all blew out the candles together, your wishes mingling in the evening air.

as teenagers, the tradition shifted slightly but remained just as special. the living room parties turned into backyard barbecues, your friends mingling with theirs. you recall the year you turned sixteen, arthur nineteen, and charles twenty-two. you were all busier then, with school, friends and budding responsibilities, but your birthdays were non-negotiable. it was the first year both your brothers brought a girlfriend to the celebration. you had felt a pang of jealousy, worried the tradition might change, but it didn’t. instead, it only grew. and it only continued to grow in the following years.

now, at 21, you’re in your family home, the air filled with the familiar scent of birthday cakes baking in the oven.

you head downstairs as soon as you wake up, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and delicious breakfast meeting you. your mum greets you with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek when you meet her in the kitchen.

soon after, you hear the front door open and arthur’s familiar voice fills the room.

“morning! look who i found wandering outside,” he exclaims, nudging your older brother in the ribs as they walk in.

charles walks a step behind arthur, looking more mature but with the same spark in his eyes. he’s 27 now, but in this house, time feels like it has stood still. he hugs you gently, a warmth in his smile that reminds you of your childhood and makes you feel as if he’s never been away.

“it’s good to be home,” he says softly, burrowing his nose in your hair as if to sniff up the essence of you—because for him, you equal home in a way nothing else does. “happy birthday, ma petite.”

your oldest brother, lorenzo, joins you soon after. he’s always been the steady one, the rock that keeps the family grounded. he’s 35 now, an old man in your eyes, working a regular job and supporting your mother as she manages the household, but his support for you never wavers. he watches over you all with a quiet pride that you wouldn’t trade for the world.

as the day progresses, it quickly disappears in a blur of laughter, stories, and nostalgic moments. you spend the morning catching up, the afternoon playing games in the yard like you used to do and the evening gathered around the dinner table. your mother has outdone herself with a feast, and of course, the three special cakes make their annual appearance. this year, they are red velvet for charles, lemon for arthur, and chocolate for you. you savour every bite and smile brightly as your mother makes you pose for a picture; charles in the middle with his two younger siblings leaning against him, while lorenzo stands behind you, arms around the three of you.

later, after the cake has been devoured and the dishes cleared, you find yourselves in the living room, flipping through old photo albums. there are pictures from every birthday, from the chaotic, frosting-smeared faces of your childhood to the more recent, slightly more sophisticated celebrations at racetracks and fancy restaurants.

arthur points to a photo of the three of you from years ago, standing in front of a go-kart track, each holding a trophy. “remember this day? when mum and dad let us all race together for the first time.”

you laugh, recalling how charles had tried to teach you both racing tactics while arthur had insisted on just having fun. surprisingly, arthur did end up winning with his questionable method, but it had been charles who scooped you up and twirled you around in victory when you managed to finish without spinning out.

“i was terrible,” you laugh.

“let’s be honest,” arthur states. “you’re still terrible.”

offended, you lay your face in a mask of fake outrage, turning to hit his side. your fist connects with his shoulder, but he barely flinches, only laughing at you. the rest of your family soon joins, and you can’t help but give in too. you really are terrible.

as the evening winds down, you sit on the porch with charles and arthur, the cool night air wrapping around you. as you stare out at the night sky, resting your head on arthur’s shoulder, you realize that no matter where life takes you, these moments will always bring you back together. the tradition, the love, and the shared birthdays are the threads that weave your family into a tapestry of unbreakable bonds. the stars are bright, and for a moment, everything is perfect.

perfect, because some things never change, and for that, you are eternally grateful.

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foone · 2 months ago

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whats your favourite narnia book if you have one

Since I grew up as an autistic christian, I have many Narnia Opinions!

So, my favorite book for it's own reasons is probably The Magician's Nephew. I'm always a slut for worldbuilding and backstory and that novel is basically just only that. Some guy we know from another book goes on an adventure and in the process gets to be involved with the creation of one world and the destruction of another? kick-ass.

Best book to adapt? The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe. 1988 BBC version, 1979 Cartoon version, 2005 theatrical? All good, in their own ways. The BBC version is just perfectly 80s and the costumes are amazing (because they are costumes! they did all the monsters by sticking a guy in a big costume and I love it), the cartoon version captures the fucking whimsy of a story where SANTA SHOWS UP AND GIVES EVERYONE PRESENTS and the first person to offer any serious lore about the situation is named MR BEAVER. And the 2005 film has the big battles and CGI and Tilda Swinton as the White Witch which is... so much. I love them all.

But the best book adaptation is the 1990 BBC The Silver Chair. Hands down. It's got Tom Baker's Puddleglum, Warwick Davis playing an owl, 0£ BBC budget greenscreened giants (MULTIPLE TIMES), a group of people discovering IT'S A COOKBOOK and one of them being offended by the cookbook saying they don't taste very good, the bad guy turning into a giant rubber snake. a witch trying to gaslight some humans into believing the sun is a myth, and the ultimate salvation of Eustace Scrubb: a boy who almost deserved being named that.

And since I can't not list basically everything Narnia ever made, BBC's 1989 Prince Caspian and The Voyage of the Dawn Treader is pretty good too. It's a fun "road movie", in that it's an odyssey into a fictional Mysterious Ocean of Here There Be Dragons.

Lotta hits in that one. It's also got a "collect the macguffins!" plot where they're trying to collect the Seven Lost Lords.

But yeah, it's like... the first Island gets them a lord and they get to end slavery. Next up, Dragon TF island (The dragon is Greed... but it's also just a literal fucking dragon). Next, Gold TF island. Gold, it turns out, makes you go insane in your lust for wealth, even if you're already a Prince of a whole country. The gold is Greed, but it will also just fucking kill you because you'll be turned into gold.

Then it's the island of the ugly invisible one-foot guys and it turns out they cast a spell to turn invisible so no one could see how they're ugly but they're not ugly, they just think they are? and then it goes "HEY LUCY COMPARE YOURSELF TO YOUR OLDER SISTER" and she's like "I'm ugly.... unlike her. Maybe I should use magic to STEAL HER BEAUTY?!" and it's like, wow. Is there maybe a theme here about self-esteem in your appearance? and Clive Officemax Lewis is over there going I'LL NEVER TELL.

Anyway it's got the good line about how the Wizard in charge of the ugly invisible one-footed pogo-idiots is that how he eagerly awaits the day that they can be ruled by wisdom, instead of magic. It's a fun approach to magic: it's something that is a shortcut, a crutch, and it's a poor replacement for Wisdom, even when used by "the good guys". Tell me, Mr. FedexKinkos-Lewis, do you have any opinions on the complicated relationship between Christianity and magic? oh, you do? I never would have guessed!

They also find The Island Where Dreams Come True. They don't land there, they just fish a screaming man out of the ocean who is trying to escape it. The sailors hear it's The Island Where Dreams Come True and are like "wow, I could have my own ship!" and he yells no, you fools, not dreams like your wishes and imaginations, your actual dreams come true on this island.

and everyone agrees: Get us the fuck away from this island and lets never return.

Anyway I'm not gonna talk about THE ENTIRE MOVIE/BOOK but it's got a great weirdness at the end where they reach the end of the world (which is flat. It's okay, this is Narnia, a completely different world with different physical rules than Earth), and it's a waterfall, but a waterfall going up?

It turns out Heaven is on the other side of it. They turn around, but the anthropomorphic mouse is like "ehh, I'll take that journey" and becomes the Elijah of Aslan's Country, their equivalent of heaven.

Narnia, won't you?

#chronicles of narnia #narnia

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cailinsblog · 7 months ago

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Love on the Ice | Luke hughes

Luke hughes x reader

Winter had come to Ann Arbor, Michigan, blanketing the town in a soft layer of snow. The University of Michigan's ice rink was bustling with activity as families, friends, and students took advantage of the crisp, cold air and the perfectly maintained ice. Among the skaters were NHL prospect Luke Hughes and his girlfriend of two years, Y/N.

Luke, the youngest of the Hughes brothers and a standout defenseman for the Wolverines, had planned a special afternoon of ice skating with Y/N. Though she had seen him play countless times and even joined him for practice sessions, this was their first time skating together just for fun.

As they laced up their skates, Luke's older brothers, Jack and Quinn, along with their parents, Ellen and Jim, watched with amusement. Jack, a star forward for the New Jersey Devils, and Quinn, a talented defenseman for the Vancouver Canucks, had always teased Luke about his relationship with Y/N, but they adored her like a sister.

Nearby, several of Luke's college teammates were also gearing up for some fun on the ice. The camaraderie and playful banter added to the festive atmosphere.

"Ready to show me your moves?" Luke asked, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he extended a hand to Y/N.

She took his hand, her cheeks already flushed from the cold and excitement. "Only if you promise not to laugh when I fall," she replied with a grin.

"I would never," Luke said, his tone mock-serious. "But if you do fall, I promise to catch you."

With that, they stepped onto the ice, Y/N gripping Luke's hand tightly as they glided forward. The rink was alive with laughter and chatter, the sounds of blades carving through ice creating a symphony of winter joy.

Y/N wobbled a bit at first, her legs unsteady as she tried to find her balance. Luke skated effortlessly beside her, his strong hands steadying her whenever she faltered.

"You're doing great," he encouraged, his voice warm and reassuring.

"Easy for you to say," Y/N laughed, "You've been skating since you could walk."

"True," Luke admitted, "But you're a natural."

As they skated around the rink, Jack and Quinn couldn't resist joining in the fun. They zoomed past Luke and Y/N, their playful competitiveness on full display.

"Watch out, little brother," Jack called out, "Quinn and I might just steal your girl."

"Not a chance," Luke shot back, tightening his grip on Y/N's hand. "She's mine."

Y/N giggled at their banter, feeling grateful to be part of such a loving and supportive family.

At one point, Luke decided to show off a bit, skating backwards and pulling Y/N along with him. She squealed with delight, her eyes wide with both fear and excitement.

"Don't let me fall!" she warned.

"I won't," Luke promised, his eyes locked on hers.

But despite his best efforts, there came a moment when Y/N's skate caught an edge, sending her off balance. She gasped as she felt herself tipping forward, but true to his word, Luke was there. He caught her easily, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her close.

"Gotcha," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear.

Y/N looked up at him, her heart pounding. "I knew you'd catch me."

Their faces were inches apart, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to fade away. Luke leaned in, capturing her lips in a sweet, lingering kiss. The cheers and whistles from his brothers and teammates brought them back to reality, and they broke apart, laughing.

"Get a room, you two!" Quinn shouted, his voice teasing.

Luke grinned, keeping his arm around Y/N as they continued to skate. "Jealous, Quinn?"

As the afternoon wore on, the Hughes family and their friends shared in the joy of the season, their laughter and love filling the rink. They played games, raced each other, and even formed a makeshift hockey game, with Luke's teammates joining in.

Ellen and Jim watched with pride, their hearts full as they saw their sons and Y/N creating such happy memories together. It was moments like these that made all the sacrifices and hard work worth it.

As the sun began to set and the rink emptied out, Luke and Y/N found themselves alone on the ice. He pulled her close, their breaths visible in the cold air.

"Thank you for today," Y/N said softly, resting her head on his chest. "It was perfect."

"Anytime," Luke replied, kissing the top of her head. "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Luke."

Hand in hand, they skated slowly around the rink, savoring the last moments of their perfect day. Under the twinkling lights and the watchful eyes of the Hughes family, they knew that no matter where life took them, they would always have each other and the love that grew stronger with every passing day.

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eternalwanderer-stories · 4 months ago

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Oh yeah, and here we are. Vi's poster is finally out and we can put them all together. Jinx is actually in all of the posters, but as I said, they did a lot better than I expected.

Initially I thought it would be a consistent story according to the release of the posters, but the more I look at them, the more I am convinced that each poster is a separate story of a character in its own time period.

I'll return to the first poster with Vi and Jinx, but I won’t consider the second general poster in detail yet – for me it is really just a general promo with a small symbolic hint. And personal posters are really more interesting.

Ekko

Actually, he was the first. With the release of the trailer, I understand why the poster did not show anything else from his image, except for decoration and a close–up of his face - because now we know that there is also a pink cross and other attributes of Jinx painted on his clothes. This is definitely a different costume, but it is already obvious that at some point Ekko (either himself or his gang) will cooperate with Jinx. Whether this will be a temporary truce, whether this will be the final forgiveness of everything that happened between them in the past is an open question (I am more inclined to a temporary truce).

Caitlyn

Oh yes, that hard look and angry face that contrasts so much with the innocently charming face from the first season. I assume that Jinx's rocket will take her mother's life – it's too obvious and there are too many hints about it. This means that Jinx becomes a kind of Vendetta for Caitlyn, and the matter of her capture (and elimination, I assume) becomes, among other things, her personal business. It is noteworthy that Caitlyn's poster is the only one on which there is no pink color – neither Vi's pink hair nor Jinx's pink eyes. The whole poster is cold and icy blue. I can assume that at some point Caitlyn will remain completely alone in her mission to capture Jinx, and Vi will either not be with her, or for some reason she will be on Jinx's side (especially since on the general poster the girls were separated by a green stripe, which is associated with Ekko. Isn't this the moment from the trailer where Ekko is acting in concert with Vi?). In any case, Caitlyn's poster looks very cold and aloof. And only in red strokes, like blood or a spider's web, threads pass, which Caitlyn used back in the first season, when she drew up her own scheme of evidence of what was happening in the Undercity. The "Red web" is a great metaphor for Caitlyn's condition this season. Red is the color of Noxus, and Ambessa will definitely have a very strong influence, even pressure, on Caitlyn in matters of martial law. The web of Ambessa's decisions, the council's decisions, the confrontation between the two cities, the relationship with Vi and personal revenge against Jinx, in which Caitlyn is obviously entangled, will really change her beyond recognition and I am very interested to see it.

In the first season, Caitlyn looks at her "red web", trying to figure out what is happening in the Underground City. This season, she literally got herself tangled in this web.

Jinx and Vi

Yes, I'll look at them together because I can't separate their posters from each other. In my head, they fit perfectly and intertwine together, like two pieces of one whole. I like the way they are arranged "jack", like a playing card. And both sisters dominate each other's posters. In Jinx's poster, Vi's dominant hands are at the top of the image and are literally on Jinx's neck in an aggressive and suffocating gesture, while Jinx herself is literally upside down and is at the bottom. On Vi's poster, Jinx's hands are already at the top of the image and, obviously, they also bring pain to her sister, only in a different way. Although Vi herself occupies most of her poster, Jinx really dominates – a light gesture that closes her eyes, but literally puts Vi in a very vulnerable, painful and desperate position. Jinx's eyes are open and looking with a certain mixture of fear and malice, whereas Vi's eyes are completely closed – does she not see the real picture of what is happening? Doesn't want to admit the obvious? Or does she just not know what to do next? (It is noteworthy that Vi does not look directly into the frame on any of the posters where she appeared. None at all. The eyes are either averted or closed).

These are definitely different time periods – on Jinx's poster she still has her own finger, whereas on Vi's poster she has already lost her finger. So according to the chronology, the events from Jinx's poster will be earlier than the events from Vi's poster.

Speaking of Jinx's finger.

Yes, it is mechanical, but it is much more interesting what is painted on it and what color it is painted. A pink smiling face. I like the theory that it's Caitlyn who's going to shoot Jinx's finger off, and I tend to stick to that theory. Because if so, the symbolism turns out to be very beautiful. This smiley face, by the way, breaks the color scheme of the manicure.

Blue

Pink

Blue? No, dear. Pink again. Because it's Jinx now.

As a result, all of Jinx's "pink fingers" cover her eye. The same eye that often stood out somehow in many of Jinx's images. Now it is "Jinx" that completely covers the view of Vi for at least one eye for sure.

I don't remember if there will be more posters coming out or if the poster with Vi was the last one, but in any case, the stories they are trying to tell are quite interesting.

(I remind you that this is a leak-free zone. Please, if you have watched the leaks, no need to spoiler in the comments or in reblogs).

#arcane #jinx #jinx arcane #vi arcane #vi #caitlyn kiramman #ekko #ekko arcane

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bluegalaxygirl · 1 year ago

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Loyalty Test (Zolu X reader)

I got a request for this and thought i might have a go, i'v changed it up a bit so i hope thats ok. Zoro X Luffy X Reader, Poly relationship, established relationship, reader is GN.

Plot: Your sister isn't convinced that Zoro and Luffy wont be loyal to you so sets them up to be flirted with while she makes you watch form a back room.

Warning: Bad language, suggestive content and angst.

The bar your sister runs is jam packed with people and the straw hat crew all having fun with Music, dancing, drinking and food. It's the first time your sister has met your boyfriends and your crew, but she seemed happy for you, oh how wrong you were. "This is so good" Luffy smiles digging onto the massive plate of food in the middle of the round table your sitting at, at the moment it was just Luffy, you Zoro, Chopper and Usopp either drinking or eating while the others were off doing other things. "Hay don't hog it all" Usopp yells at the Captain who just ignores him and keeps eating making you laugh a little leaning closer into Zoro who has his arm around your shoulders while drinking a big mug of beer "You know how Luffy is Usopp, there's no stopping him" You chime in earning a big grin from the Captain before he offers you some meat he just took a bite out of "You should try it, it's so good... not as good as Sanji's cooking though" The Captain laughs watching as you lean forward and take a bit ripping the meat off the bone with ease and enjoying the flavor "Wow that is good" Your comment was interrupted by Luffy's lips on the corner of your mouth lightly licking to get the left over meat off your face before pulling away. Heat raises too your cheeks only to hear Zoro laugh behind you "After all this time you still get flustered" The swordsman pulls you back into him his chest against your back as he lays his head on your shoulder only for you to pout in response.

Your sister has been watching form the side lines waiting for the perfect moment to drag you away, she loves you with all her heart, but she's not convinced the two pirates will be loyal to you or each other, so she set up snail cameras and audio to capture what she has set up for the two boys. The moment came perfectly, Zoro was done with his drink, and she knew he would get up in a few minutes to get another, so she head over placing a hand on your shoulder with a smile "Hay sorry to interrupt but i was hoping to have your help in the back" Looking up at your sister you nod going to stand only for Zoro to keep hold of you "Zo, please let go" You sigh turning to face the man "Don't i get a goodbye kiss?" He asks, his cheeks slightly red form all the drinking "I'll only be gone for a few minutes... but ok" You playfully roll your eyes before leaning in cupping his cheeks and placing your lips on his, it was short but it seemed to satisfy him letting you go so you can finally stand "What about me?" Luffy wipes his mouth of food looking up at you with pout "Of course my Captain" You bend down placing your lips on his feeling him lean into it while his hand rubs your hip lightly. After pulling away your sister grabs your arm and pulls you along to the back room behind the bar "So what do you need help with?" you ask but get no response until your in the back room and the door is closed.

Confused you look around the back room full of stock items along with stacked spare tables and chairs but what really caught your eye was a screen with two chairs in front along with a Snail projector in the middle "I know your going to be mad but i set up a loyalty test" Your eyes widen as you turn to face your sister who locks the door before walking over to you "I don't want you getting hurt and i don't trust them" Your shock turns into anger but you grit your teeth not wanting to yell "What the Hell? They wouldn't cheat and this is so stupid" You go to walk away, but she grabs your arm and pulls you over to the chairs "Please just sit and watch, you could be right but you also could be wrong, plus i won't get the money back" Sitting down you glare at your sister now even madder that she spent money on this but before you can say anything else she turns on the projector showing two different cameras, one facing the bar and one facing the table you were just at. "The hell sis?" you didn't know what else to say, all of this seemed so unreal. "I got two different people, a boy and a girl, they'll both approach the two when there alone, and we'll see what happens. so please just stay and watch" Your sister explains grabbing your hand to stop you form getting up and leaving "Fine, I'll stay but only to prove you wrong".

Zoro stands up from the tables and pats his Captains head before leaving "I'm gonna get another drink" the green haired man calls out before heading to the bar and sitting on the Bar stool ordering another beer. High heals approach him from behind before taking the seat next to him, she's beautiful, long flowing hair, curvy waist and a tight red dress but Zoro's focus is on the Drink that just got passed to him. "I haven't seen you here before" Her voice was sweet along with her smile but the Swordsman only glanced at her before taking a gulp of his beer "I'm Emily" she holds her hand out for him to shack but Zoro just looks at her hand then to her not saying a word "I think i know you, Roronoa Zoro, the pirate hunter turned Pirate, very impressive, your more handsome than your wanted poster" She giggles pulling her hand away but leaning forward a bit showing a little more of her cleavage only for the Swordsman to look at the bar and take a drink "Your not a marine or a bounty hunter so what do you want?" Zoro finally speaks making the woman next to him giggle and run her fingers over his arm leaning closer to his ear "Your very attractive, i'm sure a man like you knows how to treat a girl" she whispers batting her eyelashes at him but the Swordsman stands looking down at her "I have two partners, I'm not interested" The girl stands stepping a little closer, her chest almost touching his "They don't have to know" She whispers but her flirtatious smile soon turns into shock when Zoro uses his thumb to slightly unsheathe one of his swords "I said, I'm not interested Lady... now back off" His words where like venom, getting the hint the lady gulps and steps back before walking away a look of fear in her eyes.

A small laugh leaves your lips as you sit with your arms crossed watching your sisters shocked face "Told you so... also i think your gonna have to pay for that girl therapy" Your sister turns to you with a slight glare, she really didn't expect the swordsman to pass up on that girl, but now it was Luffy's turn, and she had a feeling his naive attitude would get him to do something he shouldn't. Turning back to the screen a man walks up to Luffy with a plate of meat, Chopper and Usopp had just left to do something so right now the Captain was all alone with an empty plate in the middle while licking his lips. "Hay, you still hungry? We have left overs in the back and thought you might want it" The young man smiles, he was handsome with slicked back hair and a tight white shirt with black pants showing his abs and large biceps off "Hell yea" Luffy smile grabbing the plate of meat off the man who sits next to him. The man takes a piece of meat on a bone earning a confused look from the captain "Let me help you" The young man smiles holding the meat out to Luffy who goes to grab it only for it to be pulled away "I meant let me feed you, come on can't let a cutie like you get his hands dirty" The man flashes a flirtatious smile, Luffy stares at him for a minute before laughing and grabbing the meat off the man holding it in his hands "Your funny" The captain calms down enough to eat the meat pulling it off the bone and putting the now empty plate down. The young man stares in shock not able to comprehend what just happened but soon snaps out of it going back to being flirty.

"Impressive" The mans words gets Luffy's attention who looks over at him with a smile "Thank you" The man leans in closer placing his hand on Luffy's thigh "Maybe you could show me what else you can do with that mouth of yours? How about we get out of here... just the two of us" The man whispers never breaking eye contact with the Captain, things suddenly sink in for Luffy now realizing what is actually going on. With a smile Luffy removes the mans hand from his thigh and scoots away a little "Sorry but i have two partners." Luffy looks over at the Bar spotting Zoro right away but the man places his hand back on Luffy's thigh "He's not looking, he won't notice" The man leans closer but Luffy stands adjusting his hat keeping a smile on his face "Thanks for the food" The Captain simply says before walking off and over to Zoro hugging the swordsman form behind. Zoro jumps a little thinking the girls back but relaxes once he hears Luffy's laugh, the swordsman smiles and turns in his seat letting the Captain sit on his lap "That guys weird" Luffy sates making Zoro raise and eyebrow and look over at the table but no one is there "What guy? He bothering you?" The swordsman scowls turning to Luffy and putting a hand around his waist "He offered me food which was nice, but then he started flirting with me, even when i said no... but he's gone so don't worry" Luffy wraps his arms around Zoro's neck and leans in kissing the swordsman before placing his head on Zoro's shoulder.

That was the one of the many things you love about Luffy, he's open and honest, yes he can be childish and naive at times, but he's not stupid at all. "Happy now?" You ask looking over at your Sister who sighs "I'm sorry but let's wait... i want to see if things change when they swap" Your sister crosses her arms over her chest still not convinced making you groan and stand up only for her hand to grab your arm "I'm putting a stop to this, they won't cheat. Why are you so connived they will cheat?" finally snapping at your sister she takes a step back but forces herself to keep a tight hold on your arm "I don't want you to get hurt" Rolling your eyes at her you yank your arm away forcing her to let go "Bullshit, there's no way thats just it. No one goes to this length just because of that. Tell me" Your sister sits as you step closer towering over her "I don't trust them. Not only are you in a Open relationship but their pirates. Zoro's a chick magnet and probably has no idea when a girl is flirting with him and Luffy is naive he'd probably go off with someone without thinking twice. I wanted you to see it the way i do. Yes they said no this time but maybe Zoro doesn't like girls as much as he likes boys and Vise versa for Luffy." She rambles but soon stops herself seeing the hurt on your face.

Your voice is clam and clear as you talk even with the tears welling up in your eyes "First it's not a Open relationship, it's a poly relationship we love each other equity, and we all agreed to it. Second i'm a pirate too but i don't see why that has anything to do with this and Third... You've known them for a day, i've known them for years and i'm not going to let anyone treat them like this not even family" You wipe away a tear that falls before turning your back on her and walking to the door only stopping once you unlock it "I'm very disappointed in you" You give her one last look before leaving closing the door behind you and stepping out into the bar "We're leaving now" You state walking over to Zoro and Luffy who are still sitting at the bar "What's wrong?" Zoro asks looking you over before Luffy jumps off his lap and cups your face "Are you crying?" The captain asks only for you to move his hands off his face and start walking to the door "I said where leaving, come on" You call out pushing the doors open, the two boys look at each other before running after you. Walking down the street, the only light being the street lamps and the cold night air hitting your skin, everything made it hard for you to keep it together "Baby, hay stop" Zoro runs up to you and grabs your arms stopping in front of you now seeing the tears rolling down your cheeks "What's wrong? What happened?" Luffy asks wiping the tears off your cheeks "I just want to go back to the Sunny. please" You can't help the tears that fall "Come on" Zoro sighs wrapping his arm around your waist and walking back to the ship with Luffy holding your hand leading the way.

It took you a while to clam down, you felt so hurt by your sister but you were so proud of your boys for dealing with the situation. Sitting on your shared bed, Luffy held you close to his side, his arm around your shoulders with your head close to his neck while Zoro sat in front of the two of you. You told them everything even how proud you were of them but also how you felt guilty for letting it happen, you just wanted your sister to see what you see but having her still not convinced after everything she saw really hurt. "That bitch" Zoro growls his hand gripping the bed sheet as he looked down at his crossed legs, not only did she set them up, but she was going to do it again. "I'm sorry" You whisper but feel Luffy's lips press against your forehead "It's ok, you didn't set it up and you proved her wrong. You know we would never do that to each other, i love you two so much" The wide smile on his face makes you smile back leaning up to kiss his cheek "I know you two would never do that but i'm still sorry i let it happen" Zoro leans forward and runs his hand up and down your leg getting you to look at him "It's fine, it's her loss anyway, not only did she waste money on this, but she also hurt you." The swordsman moves closer taking your hand with a serious look "Can i be honest babe?" You nod even though there's now a deep pit in your stomach. Luffy raises an eyebrow at the swordsman not knowing what could be so serious "I think she wanted us to cheat... I think she wanted to be right. I could be wrong but iv seen the way she looks at us three, you may not see it because she's your sister but i see jealousy and anger."

It hurts to hear it but Zoro's very observant and wouldn't lie to hurt you, he's not that kind of man "You think she wanted us to break up?" Luffy asks trying to think back to this morning when they first met your sister, she seemed so nice. "I-I don't think" you try to say but a part of you knows he's right, maybe she was jealous, but she's your sister and you love her, you would never do this to her so why would she do it to you. "Sorry, i know it's not something you want to hear but its just my opinion, it doesn't mean its true" Zoro states seeing your conflicting emotions, he leans in and places a light kiss on the side of your lips seeming to bring you out of your own head "I love you two" You smile looking at the two boys just feeling the need to say those simple words but it makes Luffy smile wide leaning down and crashing his lips onto yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck you lean into it more feeling his arm go around your waist as the other pulls Zoro in who lets a small smile show as you two pull away "I love you guy too" The captain leans over kissing Zoro on the lips who gladly returns it, running his hand through Luffy's black hair and under his straw hat. Luffy soon pulls away licking his lips "You taste of beer" The Captain laughs earning a snicker off the Swordsman "Yea well you taste of meat.... I love it though" Zoro shoots back before turning to you placing his hand on your cheek "I love both of you" The swordsman leans over but your quicker crashing your lips onto his running a hand through his green hair as your lips move with his.

#one piece #polly relationship #roronoa zoro #zoro x luffy #monkey d. luffy #luffy #one piece luffy #monkey d luffy #one piece zolu #zolu #zoro x reader #zoro roronoa #zoro x luffy x reader #zoro #luffy x reader #luffy x zoro

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duckwnoeyes · 2 months ago

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No sibling relationship in media will ever make feel the same kind of way as Spencer and Melissa Hastings. Say what you will abt pll but no realer sisters have ever graced my screen. Genuinely need something to fill the whole in my heart. They perfectly captured siblings that hate each other bc of their dysfunctional household but also love each other so much!!! They make me feel violently ill, I need them back.

#spencer hastings #melissa hastings #pretty little liars #pll #I am absolutely yelling into the void rn #but does anyone else get me #the closest I ever got was the Lance sisters

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thestartax · 10 months ago

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Armin Arlert x Reader

Synopsis: you’ve been in Marley for a couple months now , you’re finally seeing Armin again

Tropes: long hug, eye contact, pre-existing relationships, yes the lowercase is intentional, first person pronouns because it’s you

i’ve been in marley for a couple of months now. i’ve only risked contact with eren once. he made me promise to not ruin this mission, he said he had everything in place to make it work. still, i didn’t love the idea that he was bringing everyone here to, very suddenly, bring ruination upon this town.

i’ve seen children running around. families, friends, relationships. the eldians have formed a community, everyone on the eldian side of the gate knows one another. they’re a family. to think that eren intends to destroy this town of eldians—not even the marleyans—even if they will be there these are still eldian homes he will destroy. it makes me nauseous to think about it.

reiner is here. he has a cousin who he treats more like a sister. she has a band of friends. they all want nothing more than to prove they’re good eldians and kill everyone back on paradis which, i’ll admit, makes me more than a little violent when i think about it for too long. but i always remind myself that this is all they’ve been taught, it’s all they know. i remember my boyfriend is back on paradis and the feelings of violence come back but then i see this girl and her own personal blonde and i have to remind myself once again. it’s an endless cycle.

i haven’t been able to come into contact with eren again—it’s too much of a risk, as he continuously reminds me. but i’ve been watching, very closely, from the sides. he’s been talking to that little blonde reiner’s cousin/sister is going to be stuck to for the rest of her life—assuming they both survive this. it makes me nervous seeing eren with him but i don’t think he’d go out of his way to hurt the boy so i’ve yet to intervene.

on the day i know eren intends to ruin these people’s lives—worse than they have already been ruined—i’m anxious beyond repair, i’ll just have to sit with it. even if this goes perfectly we’re still sure to lose some of our own and kill entire families on this mission. i’m nauseous again.

eren convinces the boy—falco to bring reiner to him. i sit just out of range of the explosion eren will surely set off when he transforms. i can’t hear them but i know what’s being said. eren’s revealing himself, reiner is scared out of his mind, and falco is shocked. i just hope that when he does transform that falco will be okay. he’s a good kid.

some long haired blonde man who’s very clearly important to all of these people is giving some speech about killing the island devils on paradis when eren finally transforms, decimates half of the people gathered together, and then eats said man. this, of course, causes the actual war hammer titan to make herself known. there is something of a fight between them but really eren just gets his ass handed to him by being skewered a few times. but that doesn’t stop reinforcements from coming.

i can hear the odm gear zipping by. i know my friends are here. it makes me smile but then it makes me nervous. i would prefer they all be out of harm's way—eren hasn’t allowed that. so we’re all fighting for our lives in unknown territory. the goal is to spare as many of our own lives as possible, capture zeke, and get eren out of here alive.

honestly, we look like we’re going to lose. they have the war hammer titan, the jaw titan, the beast titan, and the cart titan. if zeke were actually against us we’d surely be dead. but still, it looks mildly bleak. but i know what our power play is. i know what eren will have forced them to do. forced him to do. even though knows he hates it. even though he knows it goes against everything he believes in.

i see it in the distance. i hear it everywhere. i can almost feel it in the air. the explosion. i know what it is. i know who it is.

without thinking, i take off running towards the blast. i’m zipping around on my odm gear, reaching maximum speeds. i’m weaving through and around all the buildings and straight to the port.

by the time i get there, everything is decimated. things still shine with the light of a burned-out fire. these people were scorched and all of the land in a five-mile radius is crushed. there will be no survivors. no one will live through this if they’re not dead already. no one but the boy who caused it.

he’s just ripped himself from the nape of his titan's neck when my feet hit the ground. i stand before his titan, the size of a small bug from where he sits atop it. i look up at him, overcome with emotion and frozen in place.

when he looks down and spots me i can feel his eyes. i can feel his gaze upon me. it warms me everywhere his eyes travel. he’s slowly registering it’s me, he doesn’t believe it yet. he doesn’t want to get his hopes up if it’s not me and instead someone who’s about to shoot at him.

i smile despite myself, feeling my eyes pool with tears. i don’t try to blink them back like i usually would. he knows me then.

he inhales sharply and in the next moment he’s zipping down from his titans body and towards me. “y/n!”

i laugh helplessly and dart towards him. we’re running at each other with all we have, really. i’ve never run faster. this is the new record. i thought i was fast getting here. this beats that by a long shot. i can see him. he’s 100 feet away from me. 80 feet. 50. he’s so close, how could i not run as fast as i possibly can? 20 feet. then 10.

as soon as i can see every cut and bruise on his face, his titan marks, the blue of his eyes—it’s like as soon as i see him it’s like i leave battle mode. it doesn’t matter that we’ve both been fighting for our lives out here. we’ve nearly won now. we’re going to leave with only a few casualties of our own, eren, & the war hammer titan. it will be successful as long as we continue as we have been. my resolve dies and we’re just so close now. i’m jumping over charred corpses & rubble from the destroyed town. i’m running as fast i can to my favorite blonde. “armin!” i choke out, suddenly so close to sobbing i can feel the tears falling.

i’m sure it’s jarring to see me like this. usually so stoic and unmoved in the fast of terror or tragedy, reduced to a puddle of tears at the sight of a boy i’ve loved all my life.

his breath hitches again and when we embrace it’s with such equal force we stand completely still, absorbing each other's energy. we’re panting and holding each other like the contact is the only thing that allows us to breathe. one of my arms is wrapped around his neck, hooking it in the bend of my elbow while my other hand is pushed into the hair at the back of his head. he’s holding me so tightly around the waist that he’s nearly lifting me off the ground—i’m on my tiptoes.

i squeeze my eyes shut and take shaky breaths to stop myself from crying. i’m surely shaking in his arms, not to say that he’s not shaking too—because he is. i just can’t stop.

“armin, armin, armin,” i whisper it again and again like a chant and a promise.

i can feel his heart beat against my own chest. our hearts are working to match the other's pace. our breathing synchronizes, our hearts beat as one, it’s like we’re one being.

he pulls back just enough to look me in the eyes before wiping away my tears. his own eyes are filled with so much emotion it almost brings my tears back. he closes his eyes and leans our foreheads together.

i reach up and cup his face in my hands. he opens his eyes and does the same to me. when our eyes meet and hold contact i can’t help but let out a weak, wet laugh. my thumbs gently trace over his titan marks with a feather-like touch. the only sound is of our breath & the ocean behind us at the port. “hi,” i say without thinking.

he laughs quietly, “hi.”

for a long moment, we stay like that. wrapped up in each other and the moment. i’ve gone soft around the edges, i’m no longer alert and sharp. i don’t know exactly where the sound comes from when i hear it—and that makes me nervous.

it’s a voice that calls for us. it makes me pull armin to me, holding him tightly, shielding him. i look around to pinpoint where this voice is coming from. it makes me uneasy to be on a battlefield but feel so at home just because i’m in his presence. it makes me nervous to not be so sharp, so prepared, so ready.

finally, i spot jean. he’s off in the distance. we can’t quite hear him but it’s easy to make out the waving arm that tells us to get to him quickly. he’s not very calm about it.

i relax a little, happy it’s a friend who requires an answer to their call versus someone with a gun. my hold on armin doesn’t loosen much. he sighs against my neck, he’s relieved too.

“i think it’s about time to catch our ride home,” armin says softly.

i nod against his shoulder where i rest my forehead. i smile a little. “i’ve been missing home… missing you.”

he slides his hand up from its place on my back to the back of my neck. “you won’t have to miss me again. we won’t be apart again.”

“that’s wishful thinking,” i joke sadly.

he doesn’t say anything because he knows i’m right. he just pulls away and takes my hand. when he starts to lead us over to jean i quickly use our joined hands to pull him back to me. i put my hand on the back of his neck—mostly to steady myself and then lean on my tiptoes to kiss him. it’s long and emotional but really that’s all it is—emotional. there’s no deeper meaning behind it, no lust. it’s just something that says, “i’m so happy to have you back. never leave me again. i love you more than anything. let me keep loving you.”

when i pull away i simply take the lead in walking and pull him along behind me—he’s still a little dazed for the time being but he snaps out of it quickly enough. we walk together to jean. i’m sure we’re supposed to be in a hurry, i know this airship will leave without us, but we can’t seem to make ourselves run.

when we get to our friend he shoots armin a look i don’t quite understand but he says nothing of our joined hands, which i appreciate. he doesn’t hesitate to remind us that if we don’t make it to the rooftop rendezvous spot we will not be going home. on that very blunt note, the three of us book it to the roof.

armin’s hand is soft and warm in mine. he’s like home for me. he’s safety and happiness personified. he’s always been there. he’s been the love of my life since the moment i laid eyes on him and i don’t ever intend to take my eyes off of him now. not again. he and i are in it for the long haul… assuming we all survive this.

#armin arlert #armin x reader #armin aot #armin arlet x reader #attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #yn #x yn #armin x y/n

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winternet-s · 1 year ago

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𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁 - g.satoru

summary : in which [name] is the cupid of her after helping tons of students with their relationships or crushes, satoru included - but who could fool cupid in terms of romance ?

genre : fluff - comedy.

wc : 1.97k

notes :fem!reader - not proofread - inspired by that cupid girlie from monster high - more comedic than fluff but still have cute moments.

───── Waking up at last for the day that awaited her with open arms, [name] sat staring into space for another two minutes before getting up and heading for the bathroom. There was little energy in her body, but what little energy she did have was for the advice she would be giving today.

The [skin color] was known for her advice when it came to romance - all of which had worked for those who asked. This led her to create a club at her high school to help anyone in need. Fixing her hair and primping, the teenager immediately put on her uniform before setting off for the station, headset on, walking with confidence.

Her ears didn't capture the sounds of her surroundings, her body certainly did. A hand came to rest on his shoulder, and with a start [name] turned around, mouth and eyes wide open. Shoko, a short-haired brunette who certainly looked tired, but was nonetheless pretty, had a mocking smile on her face. “There’s a reason why I’m wearing my headphones.” grumbled the [hair texture] while glaring down at the brunette.

“Sure, but I’m your best friend.” Shoko replied, reaching into her pockets and pulling out a cigarette and lighter as her friend looked on in disgust. [name] always thought of bringing her a pack of chewing gum because of her unbearable breath when she smoked.

“I will never understand how you can put that thing in your mouth so early in the morning and not this,” exclaimed the exasperated teenager as she pulled out a packet of cake from her handbag and shared it with her friend, who gladly accepted. "Maybe your breath will be warmer!" she laughed under her friend's pout. Who teasingly nudged her.

“Smoke on the side, spill me the drama.” Shoko asked curiously, so the two of them walked in step with each other in the direction of the station, [name] telling her about the anonymous people who had sent her messages.

"Are you serious? What's going on in guys' heads?"

“And it’s not finished, now her sister is pregnant.”

A little later, they finally arrived at their high school, continuing their journey together as they chatted. A little further on, two young men approached them - Getou Suguru. The black-haired man had long hair that had taken the time to be tied up in a low bun, with a lock on the right side of his face that kissed his face perfectly. His uncluttered face showed off his intimidating cat-like eyes, then his unstuck ears decorated with earrings. He was walking alongside his best friend Satoru.

A very tall young man with a slim build, his pale complexion and the white hair crowning his head made his eyes stand out. They were such an intense blue that they sometimes terrified the young girl, but she eventually got used to them.

“So, how do you plan to ask her out?” The black-haired man asked his friend while waving to the girls.

Once reunited, the group began chatting together as they walked to their first class, which happened to be gym sports education. Walking alongside Satoru on her right, the teenager could feel his gaze on her form causing her to turn. Her eyes now connected with his, she frowned in confusion.

"Do you need anything?" she began softly under the young man's doubtful gaze - "Because your eyes are a bit scary- I mean intimidating!" She corrected herself when she received a nudge from Shoko.

Rubbing her ribs, she couldn't see the half-amused and half-saddened look on his face. The [skin color] was known for her great help in terms of romance, but also for her great frankness. She wasn't afraid to speak her mind, and this scene didn't escape Suguru's notice, who snickered while shaking his head.

"You find my eyes frightening [name]?! I think me, Gojo Satoru has finally unlocked an insecurity. ." And lo and behold, his boyish personality reappeared in the blink of an eye.

"To be honest, yes doesn't stop them from being beautiful. Just scary."

"I really like the end of your sentence minus the first part!"

"Seen like that, [name] is right." Shoko declared, much to the delight of her tall friend, who wrapped her arm around the brunette's arm. Arm in arm. The foursome headed for the gymnasium with a beautiful atmosphere surrounding them.

End of class, [name] emerged without her friend, who happened to be in a different class to her, and walked slowly, mirror in hand, rearranging her make-up. Eyes riveted on her mirror, a figure she knew only too well stood behind her.

“Oh ! Sato-”

Cut off in his sentence by the latter's dramatic act of grabbing him by the shoulders. "I need your Cupid skills," he declared.

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Murmur from the students, all grouped in a duo ready to get a good mark for this practical physics assignment - [name] and Satoru together. Concentrating both on their work and on the white-haired girl's heart problems, the young woman wasn't quite sure where she stood.

"Pass me that, and so a spontaneous girl with confidence eh..."

Instrument in hand, she picked up the white powder and placed it on a watch glass, concentrating on the scale - her duo noting the number on their sheet of paper, eager to know what advice they would receive from her.

"I see, well, you might as well start by getting to know her a little better than that. Ask her out on a few rather simple dates..." Dragging on her words, the young girl analyzed the sheet on which the calculations were made.

"If you're as attentive in class as you are with her it would be miraculous, look at that it's all wrong." Giving a sulky pout in an attempt to soften the threatening look his classmate was giving him, the youngster looked away with a puffed cheek. "Anyway, thanks for your advice [name]!"

He stood up suddenly, taking her in his hands and rubbing his cheek against the top of her head, but received a pinch in the ribs. "If there's one thing I hate, it's having my hair undone, write that down in your skull!" cried the [hair color] but in a low voice, amused the teenager could only chuckle.

"Noted!"

Satoru waved to [name] as she left the classroom, and found Shoko waiting for him against a wall in the corridor, playing with her cigarette box. She rushed over to her friend and took her by the arm, telling her everything from A to Z. It had already been a while since Shoko and the head [hair texture] had noticed the attraction he had for her.

“How do you plan to deal with him ? We’re talking about Gojo Satoru.”

“Well he’s not that annoying when he wants to actually, he was, well, a tiny bit helpful today with the assignment. Plus, does my hair look okay ?”

Cupid asked in a panic while stroking the top of his head - his friend, showed him a thumbs up - "Top as usual, anything left to eat?" The brunette asked under [name]'s exasperated gaze.

"Here, I've got either chocolate muffins, paprika potato chips or chicken and raw vegetable wraps left."

"Muffins it is."

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The next day arrived, and the teenager found herself in the middle of a discussion with a friend of hers, barely aware of the presence of the young man, who seemed to be nervous. Most of Satoru's evening was spent catching up with her brunette friend. The young man was not very good in the kitchen, but he did try to do a few things for her.

"Right now she's got this weird obsession with hello kitty dim sum." He recalled the messages, took a deep breath before striding towards the head [hair texture]. Sensing a presence behind her, as well as the embarrassed expression their comrade wore, she guessed.

"Gojo Satoru, to what do we owe your presence that put an end to our discussion?"She asked without curiosity, gesturing between herself and the girl.

The atmosphere surrounding the two was highly comical in the eyes of the girl, who observed the scene with a small smile on her lips. She stood up, not forgetting to greet [name] and Satoru.

"You made her leave... . Her case was important too."

Sighing as she crossed her arms, [name] glared at him as he sat down beside her. Being himself, the young man brought his head close to hers with a smile before exclaiming - full of joy - "Tadam!" - Blinking like an owl, she now faced him with a plate of Hello Kitty dim sum.

"I made them myself! And I bought us slices of strawberry tartlet!"

". . . I've been wanting to eat them for a while," Satoru then passed her a pair of chopsticks which she accepted, first bite and she couldn't lie, "it's really good Satoru, surprisingly."

"You're so mean [name]!"

"Shut up and eat it before it gets cold." She took a piece from the dish and held it out in front of her mouth, taken aback Satoru stopped in his act and felt his face burn. His embarrassment showed, but [name] said nothing, admiring the smile on her face, his cheeks puffing out like a squirrel, as he ate with pleasure at being in her company.

"Wait, but that's an indirect kiss." He suddenly stopped chewing, looking at the girl with wide eyes.

"I mean, if you want something concrete between us, you shouldn't get excited about this kind of thing." The girl pinched his plump cheek. At her words, he looked at her even more astonished than he had been after the meal, he wanted to ask her out to the movies. Somehow he felt reassured, reassured to know it was mutual.

"I knew you'd fall under my spell."

"If you keep looking at me with your eyes I'll end up leaving too."

A moment of silence passed before he opened his mouth again - "How long have you known and how did you know it was you?" He swiveled his head to the side watching his crush eat his dessert - "I'm the high school cupid my dear, there are signs that don't deceive and then the dim sum proved my point. Only Shoko knew."

“I see, so um. . Are you free this Saturday? There's this movie out from Fibli Studio !”

Nervousness set in, but that didn't stop the girl from accepting. A breath of relief escaped her mouth, then a laugh irritated her ears, which turned red, and Suguru and Shoko were present in their classroom, all smiles. The black-haired boy couldn't help teasing the white-haired.

"Who'd have thought you'd be nervous about this sort of thing."

"Coming from the guy who makes girls run and not after him."

"Look at those two," the brunette rolled her eyes at the interaction of the two best friends, who began to argue to the accustomed eyes of some of the students-" Otherwise you, frankly do you think you could get away with it?" She asked again to reassure herself that Satoru wasn't necessarily the best boyfriend material, but in [name]'s eyes he'd proved his worth.

"If he can keep me away from your smoking breath I'm sure." She immediately had her cheeks pinched by the brunette, energy. Her cheeks stretched the [skin color] tried to speak with the best of her ability - “I have gubs in my bug.” She added before being free from her friend’s friend thanks to Gojo.

“Two more points, Satoru, you can come by 4:45 pm tomorrow.”

She said, rubbing her cheeks under the gloomy gaze of Shoko who held out her hand, she immediately handed him a chewing gum - "I note, see you Saturday!"-She waved her hand while leaving behind a happy teenager ready to tell his best friend about the joy he felt.

ᝰ.ᐟ winnie's note : oh hii everybody first of all thank you for reading this - it took me three days to finish it because of how busy i'm but i'm so glad it is finished ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ plus i loved the bond between shoko and reader so much hahahaha it was the funniest part (hopefully nobody was offended it was not my intention !) but yeah please like & re-blog it would help me plus i would love to read your comments too ! see ya ૮ • ﻌ - ა.

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exocynraku · 3 months ago

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ivypool’s heart spoilers

i have finished the book ! took me a bit longer than usual

overall, i liked it. i felt like while reading it was either Really good or a bit weird. the xenophobia towards kittypets and the sisters in the beginning of the book was really weird. but after the five of them set off further on their adventure i felt it was a lot better. the travelling portion didn’t even feel that long! i liked the wildcats in the weird animal capture place, but there were a couple lines about leaving the wildcats behind (before the star tree) that i felt were really weird and out of place.

i liked the introduction of the star tree, i have a weird feeling it’s going to come back into importance later on. i didn’t really like the cats and starclan’s reactions later on to galestar and stripestars story, it’s another one of warrior cats’ wack treatment of half-clan relationships. it’s so boring, and doesn’t make any sense! it definitely makes for good tension especially in this case, but it sort of ruins it when you REALLY think about it. half-clan relationships being “bad” DOES NOT work with how the clans are written and i’m so serious. i also didn’t like how stormclan’s story is all about them leaving the clans, struggling and then falling apart. to me it just reinforces the clans xenophobic views about the outside world. there was no prey, there were rogues everywhere, seriously? so, what? the clans, in their two different territories, just sooooo happened to find the PERFECT territories to support a clan? they’re acting like there’s no where else for other groups to live, but that isn’t true! there are TONS of other groups including one we literally learn of IN THIS BOOK living perfectly fine. i think they could’ve come up with a MUCH better reason for stormclan to have fallen.

i thought it was really interesting how stripestar and the other stormclan cats came back to the afterlife after being remembered, especially by the other starclan cats. that proves that another starclan cat remembering another starclan cat can keep them alive!

i wish we got a bit more information about stormclan and their cats. if anything, i hope stormclan is reformed in some way in the future. i also hope the wildcats don’t just fade off into nothing. there’s rumors the next SE will be related to ivypool’s heart, so i hope it’s about them.

i LOVED the river of spirits. it’s definitely really interesting but also sllllliiiightly seemed like “we made up something on the spot so galestar could get to starclan” but whatever.

overall, good. not incredible, and stormclan’s plot definitely let me down, but overall good and readable. also very interesting in how this book will affect things in the future & tie into star. excited!

i’ll be drawing all the new characters soon 🙏

#wc #ivypools heart spoilers #warrior cats spoilers #wc spoilers #ray talk

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cherry-holmes · 1 year ago

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Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña

Chapter 12

MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: As your relationship with Javier progresses, ghosts from the past return to avenge what was taken from them.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Previous chapter

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word count: +2.9k

Warnings: Violence typical of the series. Author decide no to give more details to avoid spoilers.

A/N: I’m sorry for the delay! But here is chapter 12, hope to bring chapter 13 ASAP!✨

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In less than a week, you moved to Javi's apartment. It could be quicker if you were completely able to walk and if he wasn't that busy at work. Javier felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders, he didn't want to leave your side not even for a second. After the attack, torn between worry about your injury and the possibility that you might need help at home, he did anything he could to stay at home with you even when you assured him that you would be just fine and that you understood he have to go to work. But Javi stayed, took good care of you, and the next day, after a session of sweet kisses on the bed, he reluctantly left to work, with Steve giving him a ride.

You assured him that you would be okay and promised to call him immediately if you needed anything, but he didn't feel you were safe anymore. The responsibility and guilt for what happened weighed heavily on him. He needed to take action to ensure your safety and seek justice. He swore to himself that he would make those responsible pay for what they did to you.

He helped you to moved into his place as soon as they assigned him a new truck. You talked with the the landlady of your building to ended up your contract and you sold most of your furniture. You only kept your favorites and replaced Javi's with them.

When he saw at how different his usual manly, lonely and cold apartment looked now, he felt a healing warmth on his chest, and he couldn't feel more comfortable, grateful and in love in his entire life. He knew, in that moment, that he wanted to spend the rest of his days just like that. By your side.

One day, he even seriously thought about calling his dad and ask him to send him his mother's wedding ring as soon as possible. He didn't, though. Not because he changed his mind about share his life with you or that he had doubts about if you were the one. But because he wanted to do a formal, beautiful proposal. He wanted to do it when you both were far from that dangerous and cruel scenarios; when he take you to Laredo to meet his dad and the ranch and he also wanted to know your sisters and your so beloved grandfather in Mexico.

Javier wanted to do things right with you.

When he was engaged with Lorraine, he didn't even gave her his mother's ring. That should be a signal, he thought. His excuse was that that ring belonged only to his mother and not even his father's constant insistence could change his mind. He was sure, even if he didn't say it, of course, that what he felt for Lorraine could never compare with the bond of pure love his parents felt for each other.

But he could perfectly see you wearing that ring and he thought about how well it matched the necklace he gifted to you on your birthday and that you never took off.

But Javier knew that if he wanted to achieve that, he needed to make sure you will be safe. He felt you were his responsibility, he wanted to provide you and protect you from everything and everyone.

Whatever it took.

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"You're gonna be late, Javi," you warned him between kisses and silly smiles, "...again."

"I don't care," he shrugged, seeking your soft lips once more, "as long as I can kiss you."

His mouth captured yours, and you suppressed a soft moan, aware that if he heard you, he would take you back to bed for another round of morning sex. It's not that you didn't want that, but you were mindful that it was the third day in a row he would arrive late at the office. If you had learned something during your time with him, it was that Javier Peña's cock was simply addictive.

As his hands traced the contours of your body, you gently pushed him away, a playful smile on your lips. "Javi, you really need to go."

He sighed, a mixture of reluctance and desire in his eyes. "I know, I know," he said, stealing one last lingering kiss before reluctantly pulling away. "I miss you at the office," he said, "I miss that pencil skirts you wear," he added, giving you a playful wink.

"I'll be back this Monday," you reminded him, "And you'll see me in those skirts all day."

You left another sweet peck on his lips, absorbing his scent and warmth. "I was thinking...," he started, taking the tip of your pointer finger and playing with your red nail, "maybe we could have dinner out, at that fancy sushi restaurant you like."

"Really? Are you sure?" you asked, a hint of excitement that you couldn't hide. You and Javi had been locked in your apartment since the attack. You knew he was doing everything to protect you, and even though you loved the warm nest of pure love and intimacy you had built together, you needed to confront the world sooner or later.

He nodded, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your beautiful face, "Yeah, don't worry, we'll be fine," he assured you, kissing your forehead. "Call me if you need anything, okay?" he reminded you, his gaze filled with genuine concern.

You nodded, appreciating his caring nature. "I will, mi amor. Please, take care of yourself," you crossed him, as you always did, and planted a last kiss on his lips.

And with that, he left, leaving you with a sense of longing and a smile that lingered throughout the day.

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Messina allowed you to take your typewriter and continue working on your translator duties at home. Actually, she didn't have any other choice, as you were the only translator responsible for Javi and Steve's daily reports. It was also beneficial for you, as it provided a sense of normalcy amid the chaos of the ongoing circumstances. Working from home allowed you to maintain a routine, even though the circumstances were far from ordinary.

The day unfolded swiftly as you balanced your work, domestic tasks, and the rhythmic tunes of music on the radio. Javier called, checking on you and informing you about the delay in his return. However, he still eagerly suggested dinner, leaving the plan open for you.

In the late afternoon, after completing your tasks, you treated yourself to a refreshing shower and took extra care with your makeup and clothing, anticipating Javier's return. Remembering his preference, you adorned yourself in red, a color he often praised for accentuating your radiance.

You were ready for the hour he estimated for his return, but it didn't happen. Initially, you used his delay to double-check your papers. However, as an hour and a half passed without his arrival, worry set in. You attempted multiple calls to both the Embassy landline and his personal cellphone, but none were answered.

Sitting on the couch, you turned on the TV, but your mind couldn't shift away from concerns about Javier. It was highly unusual for him not to respond to your calls, especially without prior notice for a date delay. Attempting to calm yourself, you considered scenarios like a sudden meeting or heavy traffic, reassuring yourself that his phone might have died, leaving him temporarily unreachable.

You tried to relaxed, took an aspirin for your heard and tried to pay attention to the television.

Javi is just fine, he'll come at any moment.

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A lightning strike in the midnight sky woke you up, your heart racing, and sweat forming on the back of your neck. Glancing at the kitchen clock, you realized it was half past eleven p.m. with still no sign of Javi. You changed into your pajamas and proceeded to call Javi's desk three times in a row and his phone three times.

"Por favor, mi vida, contesta," you prayed. Nothing.

You decided to go upstairs to the Murphy's apartment and knocked until Steve finally opened. You felt a hint of guilt as you saw his sleepy face and a fresh stain of formula on his pajama.

"I'm so sorry for the hour," you said, embracing yourself, "Javi hasn't come home. I tried to call him, but he didn't answer."

Steve's expression shifted from groggy to alert as soon as he heard your words. He invited you in, so could you explained the situation in more detail.

As you sat on the sofa, Connie emerged from their bedroom, little Olivia on her arms, and approached to you, calling your name softly.

"What happened?" She asked.

"I'm sorry; it's Javi. He hasn't come back," you explained. Connie sat beside you, and her husband asked you about what Javi told you. "He called this afternoon and said he would stay late in the office, but he assured me that he would come for our date," you told them, prompting Steve's eyes to flicker with a mix of surprise and concern. He exchanged a quick glance with Connie before turning his attention back to you.

"Are you sure?" Steve asked, a subtle hint of worry in his voice.

You hesitated, grappling with the unease that had settled in your gut. "Yeah, he sounded occupied. Why? Is something wrong?"

Connie glanced at Steve, and there was a silent exchange of concern between the couple. Steve took a deep breath before speaking. "He left the office as soon as they assigned him a new car, around 3 or 4 in the afternoon," he explained. "I thought he had come home; I called him, but he didn't answer. I thought that you both were, well, busy."

Concern etched across your face as Steve and Connie exchanged a worried glance, silently acknowledging the gravity of the situation. A sense of unease lingered in the air.

"I'll try calling him again," you said, reaching for the landline next to the sofa. Each ring seemed to intensify the tension in the room. No answer. Anxiety coiled within you as you contemplated the possibilities.

Steve broke the silence. "I should go to the office. Maybe he's still there."

Nodding, you began to stand up, Olivia's sleepy eyes watching you with a hint of concern from her mother's arms. "I'll go with you," you said.

However, Connie placed a gentle hand over your shoulder, pulling you down again. "Honey, we should stay," her voice sweet and reassuring.

"I can't, I..." your voice cracked as the emotions you had been suppressing pushed to come out, as if you were a pressure cooker about to explode. "I need to know where he is. What if they found him and...?" you stopped yourself, not wanting to even imagine if something terrible had happened to him.

"I know you're worried about Javi, but it would be safer for us to stay here," she explained, and you felt powerless. "Steve is gonna find him, right, baby?" She sought help from her husband, and he nodded.

"I'll call you immediately as soon as I find him," he assured, and after changing his pajama, he left the apartment.

Connie suggested going back to your place, in case Javi called or returned. You sat there, a mix of fear and impatience consuming you. Connie stayed by your side, offering comfort with every reassuring word. The tick-tock of the damn clock echoed through the room, each passing second intensifying your worry.

As you anxiously waited for Steve's call, Olivia shifted in her sleep, sensing the tension around her. Connie softly hummed a lullaby, a melody that seemed to soothe both the child and the anxious mother.

Minutes felt like hours, and the hours were torturous, but finally, the ringing of the phone pierced the heavy air. You grabbed it hastily, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Hello?" you answered, the desperation evident in your voice.

"It's me," Steve's voice came through the line. "I found Javi."

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. "Oh, thank God!" you exclaimed, relief washing through your body. Connie relaxed immediately when she heard you. "Can you hand him the phone, please?" you asked, but your heart sank again when you heard Steve let out a heavy breath. "Steve?"

"Listen, I'm at the hospital," he admitted, and you felt your legs get weak as you staggered back.

"Ho-hospital? What happened?" you urged, a lump forming in your throat.

"He was investigating leads on Diego," Steve explained, his voice reflecting the worry etched on his face. "There was an ambush. Javi took a bullet."

You felt the room spin as the gravity of the situation sank in. You almost fainted, if it weren't for Connie, who held you. She took the phone, and you didn't even protest.

Connie's voice was the lifeline you desperately clung to. She gathered details about Javier's condition from Steve, all while you fought back tears and waves of anxiety. Your mind raced with thoughts of Javier in a hospital bed, a victim of violence that felt far too close to home.

As you listened to Connie, she assured you that he was receiving medical care and in the process of recovery. However, the news of him being shot lingered in your thoughts, and a mixture of emotions flooded your senses—fear, anger, and an overwhelming desire to be by his side.

Why do things like this have to happen to us? Can't we just be happy, like any other couple? Is this the price of dating a man with his profession? To look over my shoulder every time I go out, to pray for him to return home alive.

"I need to go to the hospital," you declared, a newfound determination replacing the initial shock.

The wait for Steve, since he refused to let you drive in the mental condition you were in, felt like an eternity, each passing moment amplifying your worry.

The knock on your door finally came, and you gathered your things and the ones you took for Javi—clean clothes and personal stuff—rushing to the door.

"I'll call later," you said to Connie, who obviously had to stay with Olivia. She wished you the best as she watched you open the door.

But it wasn't Steve who was standing outside.

A gun was pointed right at your face as a hand grabbed you by the neck to push you back inside. He looked different, years older in a matter of months since you last saw him. But those eyes, full of anger and frustration, were something you could recognize anywhere.

"I've got you, fuckin' bitch" Diego snapped, his voice filled with rage.

As he gripped you against the wall, the force making you stumble. The door slammed shut behind him, cutting off any escape.

"Why are you here?" you managed to choke out, trying to steady yourself.

He glared at you, the gun still trained on your trembling form. "You think you could just leave and forget about everything?"

"I don't want any trouble," you pleaded, your mind racing for a way out of this dangerous encounter.

Diego's laughter was bitter, devoid of any warmth. "You don't get to walk away, not after what you did."

"I didn't do anything," you insisted, your voice shaking. The air felt thick with tension, each moment stretching like an eternity.

Diego's expression twisted into a sinister sneer. "You took everything from me."

As the weight of his words sank in, realization dawned upon you. Diego was blaming you for the turmoil in his life, and his anger was palpable.

You tried to process the situation and plan your next move when suddenly, he turned his head to the living room and spotted Connie, paralyzed with fear, clinging to her daughter's delicate body.

It was evident that he had thought that you would be alone, and a witness was now a problem. He took you to his body, an arm around your neck as he pointed the gun towards Connie. Both of you gasped with surprise and fear as your friend tried to protect her daughter with her own body.

"NO, NO," you shouted, panic creeping up through your system, "Wait, don't hurt them!" Fear gripped you, but you maintained composure. "Diego, please, we can talk about this. There's no need for violence," you pleaded, the urgency in your voice belying your attempt at calmness.

His laughter echoed through the room, devoid of any warmth. "Talk? You think talking will fix this mess? You took everything from me, and now you'll pay."

The moment he unlocked the gun, you felt a heavy pang in your stomach. Connie started to cry, and you were shaking so much that your jaw hurt.

"Please," you begged, taking him by the arm, pulling him to the door, "You're here for me, let them alone, please..."

"If you call the police, I'll come back and kill your daughter, do you understand?" he said to Connie in Spanish, but she managed to comprehend and nodded.

You felt relief the moment he stopped pointing at them, but your heart raced harder as he forced you to the door.

"Walk, bitch," he muttered, this time pointing the gun at the back of your head, so you didn't have any other choice than to follow his orders.

He took you outside the building and into a car where two other men were waiting for him. He climbed into the car next to you and made you cuff yourself and wear a mask on your head as the car disappeared into the night.

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waeirfaahl · 3 months ago

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Balto-4 that never happened

Many years fans imagined their own version of Balto 4. Some imagined prequel about Balto's parents, some imagined adventures of other Balto's and Jenna's pups, or love story between Balto's pup and Steele's pup, and how their love stops the hatred between their parents, or the sequel of Aleu's adventures with exploration of those Inuit and Native American myths and spirits and so on.

The original film's crew never planned to make any sequels, Balto-1 was stand-alone and concluded story (although, Cliff Ruby and Elana Lesser, who wrote the first version of the script of Balto-1, were aired for work on Balto-3). But what about the crew, which worked on Balto-2 and Balto-3? Well, they actually had some ideas.

Here's the vision of Dev Ross, the writer of Balto-2:

" I would take up in the wild with Aleu. Most likely, I would have her return to her father, because she needed help. Perhaps, because of enviromental issues or that her pack had been captured or run off by humans. I was hoping to do more with [Aniu] in the film, but I wasn’t hired to do another."

Obviously, Dev's movie would expanded and explored not only Aleu's journey with the pack on the new unknown territories, on the new unpredictable land with new danger (humans, other antagonistic animals or forces of nature), and how Balto helps her, we'd obviously learn more about the wolf culture, but also the supernatural elements (spirits and their nature), which had some vague answers in the sequel, but planned to be developed and explained more in the new film and now are mentioned in interview. I think, the series in TLG (The Lion Guard) style and format could fit for her story perfectly.

For example, how Aniu was a mortal grey wolf, who loved her wolf pups and family (her wolf pack), and how after death (in ancient times obviously) and joining in with the Great Spirit (and becoming a part of this Guardian Spirit) she became the white wolf and now is the Great Mother of all wolves, who symbolizes the call of the wild and helps to find true self. This Great Guardian Spirit was in the cave with Muru, as well as how wolves bow to Aniu as to the goddess on the top of mountain. Maybe we'd learn more about this character also.

In another interview Dev Ross also mentions about how Aleu and the pack travel in the tundra, about pups of Aleu and her wolf mate, and also about conflicts Aleu can encounter — rivalry between males and females for leadership in the pack and how in the wilderness Aleu can feel the awakening of her passive dog side in contrast to her dominant wolf side she was okay with since puppyhood, and how she has to overcome and to be okay with her dog side during interaction with humans in the wild, especially with hunters and poachers etc.

And here's the vision of Phil Weinstein, the director of Balto-2 and Balto-3:

"As far as what I’d like to see, I really like Steele from the original, so I’d like to see something with him. And I thought Aleu was a great character; I’d love to see her come back and help her father in some way. And maybe there’s even some great revenge thing with Steele, and Aleu comes back to save her dad. Or something along those lines. And that’s personally what I’d like to see, if I were in charge of handling the story. And I’d love to tie up all the loose ends, especially between the first two stories."

Here he added a bit more:

"What I really want to see is a Balto 4, Steele returns, out for revenge on Balto for ruining him, and Aleu returns to the rescue. There is something about "A daughter returns to save her father." There is something about the archetype - to me rings true. So I don't know what happened to her, but I would love to see her come back. She saves her dad, but know the dynamic is changed, because Kodi has become the Alpha, and now the sister could potentially threaten that relationship. All of those pieces seem like a good launching point for a fourth movie."

Here we see some ideas for the story, its core, but there is a lot of aspects, which have to be normally explained and have to work. Yes, there's some danger from Steele (who waited three years for revenge, I guess) and potential for intimidating villain and for awesome final battle between Balto and Steele on the mountain (I hope, not only me wanted this in the original film? in the novel Balto fought Steele in the medicine fight scene, so Steele felt fear). However, it's unknown, how Steele planned his revenge. Who'd be his henchmens, if all dogs of Nome know about his evil nature now? Niju? Very unlikely (unless Niju is his son...). And if Balto was in danger, so Aleu (where Kodi, Jenna, other pups and friends?) ran to rescue him, it really needs for Steele to have some allies.

I hope, his demise wasn't in the Dingo Pictures style. That would be hillarious... So, that's what people, who worked on Balto 2 and 3, had in mind for the story in Balto-4. Maybe someday we will see this.

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sailorshadzter · 6 months ago

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hello, do you do smut prompts?

I really need more Jonsa overstimulation, dark possessive Jon, I swear I’ve read the same five over and over again because I’m that starved. I need more, if you’re comfortable of course!

could be modern AU, jealous Jon has to remind his have sister who’s giving him pleasure even though in his head he knows the fake dating is necessary so people don’t question too much how close they are?

hi anon!

i do! thanks for the request! ngl, i could write more for this setting if you / anyone else wanted to see it lol.

please note this is indeed NOT SAFE FOR WORK.

hope you enjoy!

In the darkness of the room, she feels the grasp of his hands.

As she rolls onto her back, he’s already hovering over her, gray eyes burning into her blue ones. “Were you dreaming of me?” He mutters, leaning down so he can trail kisses down the length of her jaw, not stopping at her lips, but continuing down until he reaches the beat of her pulse. His teeth sink down into the soft, ivory flesh of her throat, uncaring of the bruises he will leave behind- in truth, he loves when he catches sight of them in the day, though she tries to hide them behind layers of makeup and clothes.

“No,” she gasps as his other hand takes hold of her breast, squeezing as hard as he dares. “I was dreaming of Loras,” she means the man she’s told their family she’s been seeing, the man who tells his family she’s the one. They have an arrangement, her and Loras, which protects everything she’s built with the man whose hand is now taunting her as his fingertips trace little shapes against her inner thigh. He laughs, deep and guttural, his mouth moving back upwards, capturing hers in a kiss before she can say another word.

“You couldn’t have been,” he whispers when he draws away, still so close he can feel the warmth of her breath when she exhales. His fingers are dangerously close to her most sensitive of places and she’s squirming beneath him, blue eyes closing as she fists the sheets beneath her. “You were enjoying it far too much to have been thinking of him.” His first finger slips inside and she’s gasping, eyes flying open as he once again laughs at her expense, as always enjoying this power he holds over her. “So tell me… Were you thinking of me?”

She’s writhing beneath his touch, his name leaving her lips in a barely contained shout. “Yes,” she moans as a second finger makes its way inside, her reward for her honesty. “Don’t stop,” she’s breathing, arching her back against his every movement, the feeling unlike anything else has ever felt. It was wrong, what they were doing, but that guilty feeling had long since fled- instead, they hid behind fake relationships with outsiders, perfectly playing their roles in the family so no one suspected a thing.

Even now, beneath their parents’ roof, they shared this moment as if they were in a place of their own. It was more enjoyable than usual, in circumstances like this one, where anyone could hear them, anyone could walk in on them. The suspense gave an intense feeling to what was already overwhelming.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he hisses, drawing his hand away only so he can position himself between her legs, his cock throbbing with his desire. When he pushes into her, she must bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying out loud, her nails clawing their way down his back. He throws his head back as he moves, each move delicious and better than the next; he doesn’t know how much every time they come together like this, it’s better than the last time.

He goes until he can go no more and he pulls free from her just before he’s finished, spilling his seed instead across her thighs. “Don’t tell me you’re done,” she purrs as he falls onto the bed at her side, smirking as her hand brushes across him, bringing his cock back to life with ease. She’s sitting up now, red hair a waterfall over her shoulder as she leans over, mouth to the tip, teasing him with her tongue. His hand creeps up to the back of her head and she’s on the move now, taking the length of him in and back out, giggling to herself when she hears him moan her name. She pushes his hand away then, giving her the ability to sit back up, crawling over him, her hips straddling his. “We should sleep soon,” she says as she sinks onto him, relishing in the waves of pleasure rushing through her. It isn’t often that she takes control like this, but from the look on his face, he’s enjoying it. He chuckles, hands to her hips, keeping her steady there as she begins to rock, knowing as well as she did that there would be little to no sleeping happening for either one of them.

[ x x x ]

The next day, he watches as she sits beside Loras, leaning on his arm like any girlfriend would do. She laughs at what he says, patting his thigh when she thinks nobody is watching, playing her part perfectly.

She does everything perfectly.

He thinks of the night before, of her above him, her head tilted back to expose the hollow of her throat, bite marks marring her ivory flesh. Looking over at her now, he can see one she’s missed covering with her makeup, peeking out from beneath her dress, nearer to her shoulder, one which he’d left when she was on top of him. Now that he thinks about it, he has one that matches.

A sigh escapes him as he drowns his cup of ale, a wave of jealousy rushing through him. He knows the relationship she has with Loras wasn’t real- Loras didn’t even like women- but he hates the sight of her on another man’s arm just the same. Jon cannot imagine what would happen if they were discovered by their family, sharing a dad and all made things complicated, so this relationship she has with Loras protects them. He goes out every now and again, too, just for good measure, but each and every night he returns home to her or at least the thought of her.

He watches as she excuses herself from Loras, rising up to cross the room, casting him just one single glance as she passes, like anyone might do, but that look says everything she needs it to say. She takes to the stairs, pausing at the bottom to glance around- her mother was in the kitchen, finishing dinner, while the younger kids were out back with their father, their laughter filtering in through the open windows. Then she’s gone, making her way up the stairs, the sound of her footsteps telling him she’s gone into the bathroom. Across the room, Loras looks his way, offering him a sheepish smile. “I guess I’ll go see what Ned and the kids are doing,” he says, slipping away to pass through the kitchen, to head out into the yard and certainly join the game they’re playing.

Left standing there alone in the living room, Jon glances into the kitchen, but Catelyn is busy with the stove, certainly not noticing him still there. So, he sets aside his empty cup and heads to the stairs, taking them quickly, before he’s noticed. This is a dangerous game they play, but Jon can’t stop himself now that he stands at the closed bathroom door.

Pushing it open, he finds her standing at the center, grinning when she sees him. He closes the door behind him and twists the lock, reaching for her at once. Drawing her in, he kisses her, their tongues meeting in the familiar dance. He’s got her up against the sink now, hands wandering the length of her body, stopping only at her hips. “I like this,” he says, tugging on the fabric of her white sundress, eliciting a giggle from her rosy lips. She’s kissing him now, hands threading through his unruly dark locks as he lifts her up onto the sinks edge. When he pushes back the hem of her dress, his cock throbs as he finds she’s not wearing any underwear. “Gods, Sansa,” he groans, sinking down so he can press a kiss to the milky white skin of her inner thigh. His lips move closer and closer until his tongue is darting into her folds, taunting her, the sound she makes enough to make him bust right there. There isn’t time for this sort of play though, they both know it, and so he’s rising back up a few moments later, her hands reaching for the waistband of his jeans without a word.

When he’s inside of her, she’s wrapping her slim legs around his hips, anchoring him to her. He wishes he never had to stop, for somehow this was the best of the times they’ve shared, quick as it was. He wants to throw her down onto the bathroom floor, to take her there. He wants to push her into the shower and have her there beneath the spray. Truth was, he wants to have her everywhere and anywhere. He wants to have her openly, privately, in any way he could. He wants to never again see her on the arm of a man that wasn’t him, he wants her for himself and no one else. The thought of that sends him over the edge and when he cums, he’s still deep inside of her. She’s groaning with it, panting with lust, for this was new for them- he was always careful of this moment. “Do that again,” she murmurs into his ear as he pulls free, but she’s leaning into him, her legs still around his hips, keeping him close. That comment was more than enough to get him going again, but they both know they must go before their absence is noticed.

They straighten their clothes and she’s the first one to exit the bathroom, returning back downstairs to join her mother in the kitchen with words of “let me help,” passing her smiling lips. Jon joins them a few minutes later, grinning when Sansa waves him on, shaking her head at his offer to help. Instead, he goes out to join the rest of his family, watching as they finish their game just in time for Catelyn to call out the open door that dinner was ready.

As they settle into their respective places at the dinner table, her place between Jon and Loras, she feels the creep of a hand on her thigh. It was not Loras, but Jon, who gave her thigh a tight squeeze, a reminder that she was his.

That she would always be his.

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