#they’re so soft for eachother

[fernandoswarcrimes]

𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓜𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼

Summary: the secret meeting this is part two to 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓶 Word count: 5.3k Warnings: sad bits, brief mentions of Jules, Anthoine, parents neglect, the media being the media and fluff Note: here we get to see the duo have lunch and get to know eacgother better, but will it last before it even gets started?

Also, can you spot the cars 2 quote? Leave a 🏎️ if you can pick it out.

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Tuesday.

Tuesdays would normally be a normal relaxing day for Gracelinde but this Tuesday was different, nerve racking.

Her parents had no idea she was going to be meeting Monaco’s golden boy for lunch.

She tried on her fourth sweater of the day looking at herself in the mirror.

the pink one was too light

the purple was too bright

the yellow made her look sickly

but this one was cream, it had been a gift from Alexei and Dimitri.

It was the first decent one she came across since she started getting ready two hours ago.

Gracie ran her hands over the sweater stopping at the light pair of jeans she had on. It wasn’t something she usually reached for. Sticking mostly to skirts and dresses but today she just wanted to blend in amongst the tourists and locals milling about outside the palace.

Seeing the black cardigan laying on the chaise, she picked it up and slipped it on over her sweater and gave herself a twirl in the mirror. A bright smile spread its way across her cheeks, finally happy with her outfit, but then the nerves settled back in.

It would be a lose lose either way for all three of them.

On the other side of the city Charles was on the phone with Pierre as he looked over his outfit for the 8th time that day. He wasn’t any better than the blonde girl who was also worried over her own outfit.

On the other side of the city Charles was on the phone with Pierre as he looked over his outfit for the 8th time that day. He wasn’t any better than the blonde girl who was also worried over her own outfit.

“I don’t know about this Pierre, what if I screw things up?” The brunette boy asked as he fiddled with his shirt, his phone sat propped up atop his dresser with the French boy on FaceTime since he was the only one with a solid fashion sense besides Lewis or Zhou, but he didn’t want to bother either of them knowing they would ask too many questions that Charles didn’t have the time nor answers to.

“Impossible.” Pierre said as he continued to hit the buttons on his controller, not really paying attention to his best friend's clothing crisis, too busy playing Call of Duty with Yuki. “Just apply the same level of dedication you’ve been using to play the dumb idiot and you’ll be fine. It’s not like she’s gonna notice anyways Charles, girls don’t pay attention to stuff like that when you look as attractive as we do.”

Charles sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. “It’s just that she’s different, you know? She isn’t just some girl Pierre she's- wait. Did you say idiot?” He looked down at his phone, confused and a little hurt at the comment his best friend just made like it was normal. “Is that how you guys see me?” He questioned, afraid of the answer he was about to get from the Rouen boy after he so casually said that.

Pierre just rolled his eyes as he swore under his breath hitting a few more buttons before deadpanning, finally pausing the game to look at Charles. “That’s how everyone sees you Charles, isn’t that the idea? I mean come on, it’s genius. No one realizes they’re being fooled because they’re too busy laughing at the fool. They just don’t know that you’re genuinely that big of an idiot.” It was a part of Charles charm, that he was an airhead, everybody knew it. Even if he didn’t realize it himself.

Charles just frowned at his phone. He never realized everyone thought he was an idiot. Sure he still struggled with his English from time to time and it took him a few minutes to get jokes but he thought that was normal. It made him rethink every encounter he’s had in the past few weeks, he felt like he was going to puke.

“I’ve got to go mate.” He said before quickly hitting the end call button not even waiting for Pierre to respond. He started to regret calling him in the first place as he looked at himself in the mirror, looking over the outfit his best friend picked out.

It was absolutely not the right outfit to meet Gracie in.

Pierre had made him put on a black and white flower design button up shirt, ripped gray jeans that cuffed at the ankles, and a bandanna. It just felt wrong. It’s like he was trying to make him look like a disaster in front of the blonde princess who asked to meet her for lunch.

Charles shook his head and started taking the shirt off walking back to his closet. He wasn’t wearing this, there was no chance in hell. The bright eyed boy looked at all the clothes he had for a moment before pulling out a plain white t-shirt and his black hoodie. It was a safe choice, and one that went with everything. “This could work” he thought before looking at his options for pants. He picked up a black pair of jeans and looked between them and the hoodie, before checking the time on his watch he had twenty minutes till he had to be at La Pampa so this outfit had to be it whether he hated it or not.

Gracie picking La Pampa was intentional, the restaurant sat facing the palace square and it was the main reason Dimitri agreed to help her with this secret meeting. Seeing as he could stand off to the side blending in with the crowd enough to keep an eye on the younger girl while still giving her and Charles space to talk and have lunch like normal people.

Well as normal as a Royal and famous formula one driver could.

Alexei on the other hand did not think it was a good idea. The younger light haired man was always one to stick to the rules, and that meant that no meetings went without her parents' prior knowledge or approval, something his boyfriend Dimitri ignored from time to time, would happen. Mick and Lance were one thing because Gracie and her parents had known the boys for the last few years, unlike Charles who she had just met two days ago. It just didn’t seem safe to him for her to be going off with this boy. Famous or not. He didn’t agree with it one bit.

But Dimitri, the ever so charming man he was, said if Albert and Charlene had a problem with it that he’d take the fall for it all. He really just wanted to see the tiny blonde girl genuinely be happy for once, for her to get to experience something as normal as going out to lunch with a boy that didn’t have any underlying schemes or meanings to it. Unlike when her parents would set up outings between her and Nikolai.

It was the little things in life that she was missing out on.

The brunette man knocked on the door to let Grace know it was nearly time for them to make their way out without getting caught. “Coming Mitri!” He heard her call out before hearing a bit of stumbling which made him chuckle as the door swung open. “You alright there Bambi?” He questioned causing her to pout. “Come on kid, don’t wanna keep Prince Charming waiting do we? Al said he’s already there, punctual the kid is eh?” He teased as they made their way to the side gate that would let them sneak out easier.

Even though Alexei said he wanted no part in this scheme of a clandestine meeting because it would almost always end in misery, he had to run an errand for Charlene and just so happened to see the boy already at the restaurant waiting for Gracie. So there was no harm in telling Dimitri that he did in fact show up, earlier than the time they set.

Gracie could feel her nerves start to rise again as she messed with the ends of her sleeves before fixing the bow in her hair. “Don’t be nervous Gracie-Lou. I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about.” She heard the Russian man reassure her, giving him a small nod and smile. “You look like you’re gonna be in a spy movie.” She commented with an amused grin.

The taller brunette man had on a baseball cap and dark sunglasses along with his jeans and hoodie, which was something he never wore. It was odd, but funny at least to the smaller blonde to see him in something that wasn’t a well pressed suit like he normally wore.

“Well I can’t just stand outside in my suit, Miss Sassypants. I think that would draw a bit too much attention don't you?” Dimitri said sarcastically but his face held a teasing grin when he saw the flat look she flashed at him for trying to be funny. He enjoyed riling the girl up, not having kids of his own; she was the closest thing he had to a daughter and having looked after her since she was about six he and Alexei grew to treat her like their own seeing as her own parents were seemingly always far too busy to care or genuinely love the girl.

“Now lighten up, you’re having lunch with Monaco’s most eligible bachelor. Some girls would kill to be in your shoes. Then again- I guess I could say the same for him, you both are in the same boat of people wishing they could be with the both of you.” The taller man rambled as he opened the door for her letting her go out first before following after her. “Mitri, please you’re not making my nerves any better.” She said quietly as they walked up the sidewalk to the square the crowd chatter getting louder and louder the closer they got.

The sun was high in the sky which was a good sign, she would’ve hated it if it was to rain today. But luckily they were getting into early summer which also meant more tourists.

Gracie took a deep breath as La Pampa came into view “I’ll walk you over just to get a scope of everything then I’ll go and stand by the wall over there by the statue to give you two some privacy, if you two want to take a walk just flash me our hand single and I’ll keep my distance.” The blonde girl nodded with a smile appreciative that he was willing to do this for her.

The older man spotted Charles sitting at a table off to the side away from a few others and guided Gracie towards the boy. The oncoming footsteps made the Ferrari driver look up from his phone before quickly standing up, nearly bumping into the table with a sheepish smile. “Hey..” he said softly causing Gracie to smile back replying softly “hi.”

“Alright..” Dimitri said, looking between the awkward pair. “I’m gonna make myself scarce, so enjoy your lunch Gracie-Lou you know the drill and the rules.” He commented, patting the blonde on the shoulder before looking over at Charles giving him a small nod walking off to stand where he told Gracie he’d be. “Here let me get your chair.” Charles spoke before moving to pull out the girls chair for her which made her shake her head softly with a grin as she sat down. “You know you didn’t have to do that right?” She asked once he took his own seat.

“I know, but my mom raised my brothers and I to be gentlemen.” Charles said with a small smile causing the bubbly blonde to nod and grin as she picked up the menu to look it over. “So.. Gracie Lou? It’s a cute nickname” he commented, causing a flush to appear across the blonde's cheeks as she looked back up at him with a small smile. “He’s been calling me that since I was younger, I always liked how the grinch stole Christmas. He said I reminded him of Cindy-Lou Who.” She rambled before pausing realizing what she was doing and quickly grew quiet remembering how her mother would scold her for talking too much as she looked down at the menu even though she already knew what she was going to get because she got the same thing every time she ate here.

Charles smiled listening to her explain the nickname, he found it adorable. “I can see the resemblance button nose and bright doe eyes.” He said before noticing she had grown quiet and closed in on herself after speaking about it, like she wasn’t supposed to talk so much. It made him frown a bit as he looked at her trying to figure out why someone would keep her from expressing herself so animatedly because to him it was the cutest thing.

“What are you thinking of getting?” She asked glancing up at him to see him suddenly bashful for getting caught staring at her when she wasn’t looking, he just couldn’t help but want to look at her still not believing that this was actually happening and he wasn’t being pranked. “I’m not quite sure. What do you usually get?” He questioned wanting to know if she had any recommendations or what she liked from here.

“I usually get the Lemon Sugar Crepès and a pineapple shake.” Gracie said, closing the menu as she smiled at him. “It reminds me of summertime.” “I think I’ll go with that too then, I have to see what they’re all about and maybe next time if you’d like, I can show you my favorite restaurant?” He offered with a hopeful look causing a bright smile to spread across her lips. “I’d like that a lot, it's a deal.”

As the waiter walked over greeting the two and taking their orders the two got to know eachother better, Charles got to know her favorite movie which happened to be Ratatouille claiming that she’s always loved the art that goes into cooking even though she’s not allowed to cook at home and how it’s set in paris a city that she’s dying to see in person. He learned that she loved to paint and read literature. How Mick's sister taught her how to ride horses last year, something she found fun even though it absolutely terrified her. Everything about her was fascinating. The more and more he found out about the girl the quicker he started to fall for her because she was such a genuine person despite the life she was born into.

Then it was her turn to get to know Charles. He told her how his favorite tracks were street circuits because they had a reputation for being extremely difficult and how he embraces the added difficulty, and that's the way he likes it. His favorite number is seven and wanted to use that as his driver number but Kimi had already gotten to it first. How he taught himself how to play piano in his off time. He liked skiing and being with his family when he could seeing as they were all super close. He told her how at first, he was nervous to be teammates with Sebastian but now they’re close friends even after the German driver moved to Aston Martin. Gracie could listen to the boy go on and on about anything and never get tired of listening to him talk about things he was passionate about.

After they had eaten, they both decided that her idea for Lemon sugar crepès was a great idea but next time Charles swore his favorite restaurant would top this.

“Would you want to maybe go for a walk?” Charles asked hesitantly as they both stood up. He didn’t know if she had any commitments the rest of the day but he knew he’d regret it if he didn’t at least ask. “I’d love to.” Gracie nodded as she pushed in her chair and took his outstretched hand with a smile. The two making their way to the sidestreets, Charles making sure he was the one to walk on the side of the sidewalk that mirrored the road, the blonde gave Dimitri the signal to follow before focusing back on Charles.

“So what got you into racing?” Grace questioned wanting to know more about his racing passion after getting to know him on a more personal level over lunch.

Charles glanced at her for a moment as they walked through the streets trying to figure out how to say what he wanted without bringing the mood down because that was the last thing he wanted to do around the sunshine girl. “Well, racings always been a part of my family. My father was a racer in formula 3 and my godfather Jules was a driver too, for formula one. I don’t just do it for me anymore, I want to make them proud and continue on for Jules since he didn’t get to show everyone how good he could’ve been, I know he would’ve been great if he just had more time with everyone.” He explained glancing at the shorter girl seeing her listening intently which he appreciated.

“I remember hearing about the crash, about Jules, they said there hadn’t been a crash like that since Senna. That’s when they put the halo in place right?” She questioned causing him to nod, listening to her now just as she did him. He wanted to hear what she thought of it, an outsider's perspective on something that had been weighing on his mind for the last six years.

“Life has a way of having unfortunate things happen that nobody expects coming. We’ve seen it all through history with disasters and tragedies but the outcomes, the after effects of picking things up and making sure they don’t happen the same way as before shows that if people had thought of it sooner it might’ve been prevented, but then everyone hangs onto the what ifs instead of the here and now. Like a butterfly effect. I’m sorry you lost him, and your friend Anthoine, in 2019? That was when you won in Spa. I remember that race. I can’t believe they made you guys continue on like nothing the next day after something like that happened. Racing at the speeds you guys do is such a beautiful sport but it comes at such a cost in the blink of an eye. Though it takes strength to continue to do what you do. I'm sure you’re making them really proud, I know you make Monaco proud.” Gracie said softly, she could never imagine what losing someone close to you, whether it be family, a friend, or a teammate and having to continue on in the same sport without them would feel like.

Charles was speechless, she had so easily put into words what he had been trying to do for years. He knew it was a freak accident that nobody expected to happen. Aquaplaning can happen in the blink of an eye, everyone knows that and despite it, there’s no stopping it like she pointed out. But it was the aftermath, the changes to keep it from happening again. The Halo, first trialed in 2016 before it became mandatory in the sport two years later, protected their heads from flying debris or the car flipping. Hopefully to keep what happened to Jules from happening again. And it had worked, it had saved countless drivers lives since then but like she said, if one thing had been different back then, everything would be different today.

Just like a butterfly effect.

“You look like him, you know.” The blue eyed girl softly spoke as she looked up at him; nobody had forgotten the French driver. How could they when Charles was nearly a spitting image of him. Despite the older driver being from Nice, his ashes rest in the Monte Carlo cemetery, in a tomb amongst the other prestigious and famous people the city had laid to rest. He had the same eyes and smile as Jules, she was sure if you put a picture of the two side by side it’d be a hard game of ‘spot the difference’.

But Charles was different from his godfather. She could see the sunflowers that circled his irises, something she found enchanting because that was something not many people had, how when he laughed his eyes crinkled and the dimples in his cheeks deepened his laugh was a sound she never wanted to forget. She noticed he was shy, yet outgoing once he got comfortable with someone. Scared yet cautious of letting people get close to him, for good reason. His accent leaned more towards Italian unlike Jules who’s accent was softer and more distinctly French. It was little things like that, that made the two nearly the same yet polar opposites. She was sure the boy next to her was a real life Disney Prince, she couldn’t find one bad thing about him. She would find out later he is fiercely competitive and a terribly messy packer. He was perfect in her eyes, even if he did think his restaurant could beat her lemon sugar crepes, that was debatable.

Charles could say the same for her. “You look like your grandmother, the famous Grace Kelly.” He didn’t watch old movies a lot but he knew of the city’s former princess from the fifties. Nearly everyone did and the girl next to him looked almost identical to the late American actress that had a lot to do with the city being how it was today. Her mark was left everywhere, street names, the hospital, she even had a famous Hermès bag named after her, which he noticed the shorter girl was carrying the day he met her and again today except today the bag was beige instead of emerald green. The actress would continue to live on through her granddaughter in more ways than one. She had the same soft facial features, baby blonde hair and bright enchanting eyes.

But yet the younger girl was different, far from the personality her grandmother had. Gracelinde was ladylike yet elemental she could easily bend her personality to whatever the room needed her to be, suggestive of icy mountain heights and untouched potential, he noticed it at first when they had sat down for lunch how she held herself back, she’d get excited over something and quickly mask it closing in on herself to not show how she truly felt as if she had been scolded for doing it in the past. He assumed it was due to living the life of a royal, she couldn’t just be herself she had an image to upkeep and he hated the fact she thought she couldn’t be herself around him just yet. But beneath it all, was a protected heart of genuine gold like that of the Amber Room, the missing eighth wonder of the world was standing right next to him in the heart of Monaco's own princess, ready to be revealed if the right person were to come along and prove to her they deserved to be shown it’s beauty that had been hidden away.

Both young adults had such similar qualities so much so that to some, looking at the pair was almost like seeing a reflection of those they resemebled from the past.

Almost.

“So, Princess, does the title come with a long name too?” He questioned with a small smirk hearing her let out a huff of a laugh. “Oh unfortunately it does.” “Well let’s hear it, I’m sure it can’t be as bad as mine.” He gently bumped his shoulder against hers as he waited for her to spill her full name, he was dying to know.

“My full name is Gracelinde Eliana Kelly Marie Grimaldi. Quite the mouthful. Grace and Kelly are in honor of my grandmother. Now what’s yours, pretty boy? Out with it.” Gracie said, eyes sparkling with mirth dying to know what his full name was now too since she had spilled hers.

Charles let out a sigh but a small smile pulled at his lips as he looked up at the sky. “Mine is Charles Marc Hervè Perceval Leclerc. Hervè for my dad.” He finished and saw her trying not to laugh, “go on laugh I know you want to.” He grinned, causing her to let the angelic laughter she had been holding back out which sounded like music to Charles ears, he wanted to make her laugh more just so he could hear it again and again. “Perceval!? Like a Lord?? Lord Perceval! This is the best thing I’ve ever heard, oh mon dieu.”

“Oh come on, not you too! My teammate said the same thing!” Charles pouted with a small grin at seeing how this time she wasn’t hiding how excited she was about the revelation that one of his names amused her. “Great minds think alike then. Carlos was it? You’ll have to tell him I agree with the Lord Perceval nickname, it's going to stick, I tell you.” Gracie smiled as they lightly swung their intertwined hands together.

Dimitri shook his head at the pair as he followed from afar, he had never seen the girl this happy in all the years he’d known her. Their stroll progressed on for another forty five minutes before Charles checked his phone after the incessant vibrations every few minutes finally got to him. Only to find a multitude of texts from the group chat he had with Lando, Alex and George.

The three boys wanted him to hop on a game with them.

Shit.

He forgot to tell them he was going to be busy today.

“If you’ve got to go I understand, todays been really nice. But I am getting quite tired myself.” Gracie said softly, causing him to look over at her as he slipped his phone back in his pocket, he’d answer the three later. “May I walk you home? Or well back to La Pampa?” He asked knowing he couldn’t walk her to the front doors just yet, causing her to nod with a grin as she laid her head against his arm as they turned at the corner that would take them down another street back in the direction of the restaurant and palace.

After he brought her back to La Pampa he realized Dimitri had been trailing them from afar not that he minded, he was glad that someone was looking out for the girl at all times. He gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek promising he’d see her again in a few days if she was free before he’d need to head to Azerbaijan for the next race, be stood with his hands in the pocket of his hoodie watching as her and Dimitri disappeared into the side door of the gates to the palace.

Charles was wonderstruck, a blush on his cheeks as he turned on his heel walking back to his apartment wondering if she knew and felt it too, the connection they had.

Gracie had felt the same wonderstruck feeling as she danced around alone in her room after Charles dropped her off. She felt like she was on cloud nine.

They both were enchanted to meet each other.

Charles was praying that this was the very first page of their love story and not where the storyline ended he didn’t need his luck ruining it for him, races were one thing but not this, he wouldn’t let his bad luck ruin this before it could even start.

Grace's thoughts would echo his name until she saw him again, he was such an enigma to her she had never felt this way with anyone she’s met before, not even famous footballers or actors. Though she hoped he wasn’t in love with anybody else, that would hurt more than anything. Being rejected by someone she felt so normal with.

Charles hoped she didn’t have anybody waiting on her. He had seen the articles about her and the prince of Denmark but he knew those were just that. Articles. Someone as kindhearted and down to earth as her wouldn’t do something damming like that especially with a well known person like himself for everyone to see.

Dimitri practically skipped into the library after dropping Gracie off to her room, finding Alexei sitting on the couch reading yet another engineering book. “Did she enjoy herself?” The glasses wearing man couldn’t help but ask as he briefly looked up from his book trying to show he wasn’t dying to know how the outing went, despite him saying he wanted nothing to do with it earlier that morning. He had a change of heart.

“Oh you should’ve seen them Lex, precious as priceless gems I tell you. I’ve never seen her smile like that before.” Dimitri said with a dramatic sigh, falling into the chair next to the couch with a wide smile across his cheeks. “He looked at her like she hung all the stars in the sky, and he’s so respectful. Pulled out her chair, offered her his hand, walked on the outer side of the sidewalk, always making sure she was okay.” He rambled not noticing that Alexei had since closed his book and was giving him his full attention now as he spoke of the younger kids and how their lunch date and walk went.

“They just clicked, you know? It was almost like her with Mick and Lance which made me a bit skeptical because maybe it’s just a Gracie thing, she clicks with everybody so easily you know? On top of the fact he’s also a famous race car driver like the other two I doubted he's got the time to date. But for Gracie? For our Gracie? I think he’d up and give her the world if she asked.” He said honestly. Sometimes you just know when you meet someone you’re going to spend the rest of your life with. Rainier had done it with Grace Kelly and refused to remarry after her death, Albert when he met and married Charlene, himself with Alexei and now he was seeing the beginnings of it with Gracie and Charles. “He’s already wanting to see her again before he’s got to head out for the next race.”

Though the blossoming couple's little bubble wouldn’t last for long and might get snuffed out before it can even start.

Alexei’s phone pinged with an urgent email making him pick it up off the coffee table to check what it was, once he read it he looked up with a look Dimitri couldn’t read before flipping the phone around so he could see what was on the screen.

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Hello!Magazine

Monaco’s own Princess Gracelinde, seen out having lunch and a stroll with Formula one driver Charles Leclerc. Could we see a new Prince of Monaco in the near Future?

By: James Marsden

May 31st, 2022

3:45 PM.

The two met outside La Pampa, which sits facing the palace square where they had lunch. Talking and laughing with each other, the pair seemed to hit it off as they then took a stroll through the streets of the city to continue the day looking rather cozy with each other.

What do Prince Albert and Princess Charlene think about the outing?

Click here to read more.

[strawlessandbraless]

How are you Dean?

[pearsonspearson]

[acesammy]

Gosh I really do love Sam and cas’ relationship. Every time cas does something off kilter Sam just smiles at him - thrilled. (Think of the Agent scene, or the ‘im gonna be a hunter’ scene)

and they’re so genuinely concerned about eachother, in a very soft-spoken and kind way that makes me melt a little. It’s just so rare on spn to get that sort of love

[fear-no-mort]

slams fists down on beautifully crafted oak desk

[keyslox]

idk if you take requests, but c!cleminnit (transfem c!tommy) and robot!jack i think would be very cool

gotcha!

[teamfortresstwo]

….Honestly this has changed my opinion on sooo many ships

[sweetheartvalle]

rewatching the malec storyline and i just can’t stop thinking of dnf

[yioh]

my lil pookies :((

[benevolentbones]

Hi! What about if an unsub was threatening the teams families and so they had to gather everyone together and that’s how the team finds out that Spencer has a very pregnant girlfriend lmao

Maybe some angst but lots of fluff!

surprise surprise | spencer reid x fem!reader

warnings: minimal angst, lots of fluff!! happy couple

word count: 0.8k

a/n: thank you for the request! hope you enjoy this short fic !! reblogs n comments appreciated!

the bau had been dealing with a particularly difficult unsub for weeks, a conscientious criminal who always seemed to be a few paces ahead. and now this unsub had changed his motive, he was now threatening the families of all the members of the bau.

which lead to the team having their respective families brought in to quantico, with no choice other then to have them go into protective custody.

the team were all gathered in the large conference room, waiting for their family members to arrive. slowly people began entering the room, first morgan’s mother and sisters, then penelope’s brother and so on until almost everyone’s families were present.

all except spencer’s. he anxiously stood by the door, hotch to his side. every so often he would glance to the door and then back to hotch who gave him a stern but reassuring look.

“they’re on the way..don’t worry.” he placed a hand on spencer’s shoulder to calm the younger man. hotch was the only one who was aware of spencer’s…situation.

after a few more moments, diana, spencer’s mother walked through the door being guided by a member of police. he relaxed slightly, giving his mother a brief hug before continuing to look towards the door.

hotch scanned the room, checking off all the members of the bau and their families. another few minutes passed and spencer was growing anxious again.

spencer pulled out his cellphone for the 30th time in the last hour, dialling the same number he had tried the last twenty nine times. it went straight to voicemail. shit. he thought, he brain wandering to the worst possible scenario.

until a girl in her mid twenties ambled through the doorway, followed by a member of the police. she held onto her stomach as she walked, letting out a breath when she got to the doorway.

spencer instantly relaxed, quickly rushing to the girls side. she was clearly a few months pregnant, the shirt she wore riding up around her midriff to expose the bump.

spencer immediately pulled her into his arms, holding her close. morgan and emily who were a few feet away exchanged a look to eachother. “is that reid’s sister? they look nothing alike.” emily whispered out.

spencer pulled away from you, his hands resting on either side of your arms. his eyes softened when they met yours.

“i was so worried-“ he began, pausing when you smiled back at him.

“i’m alright spencer really..” you responded, placing a soft hand to cup his cheek.

he let out a breathy sigh, scanning your body. “are you okay? is the baby okay?” he quizzed, still a little anxious about the thought of the unsub threatening you.

“spencer..we’re okay.” you mumbled, lightly moving his face so he was locking eyes with you. “you don’t need to worry anymore.”

“i- i know i can’t help it..” he smiled, resting his hand on your cheek before pulling you in for a kiss. you relaxed in his hold, melting into the sweet embrace.

morgan and emily’s eyes widened slightly at the sight. “ooh not his sister.” emily muttered out, slapping her hand lightly off of morgan.

when you pulled away he rested his forehead against yours, letting out a small breath. “i love you..”

“i love you too spencer.” you smiled as you pulled away from him, noticing a few sets eyes staring at you both. you let out a small cough to get spencer’s attention, he awkwardly took your hand in his and lead you over to the team.

hotch, morgan and emily stood there, their expressions ranging from curiosity to amusement. hotch shuffled closer pulling you into a quick hug. “it’s great to see you again y/n.” he muttered out, earning a look from emily.

“you knew this whole time-“ she let out a small gasp earning a chuckle from you.

morgan raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “when we’re you going to tell us, pretty boy?”

spencer who had been standing to the side, his hand around your waist spoke up. “well i wasn’t exactly going to keep in a secret forever..you would have found out eventually.” he admitted, signalling down to your stomach.

you rested your hand on the bump, earning a sweet gasp from emily. “oh my god a little baby reid!” she exclaimed, before pulling you both into a quick hug.

just then, agent rossi entered the room and noticed the gathering. "what's all the commotion?" he asked, curiosity evident in his eyes.

morgan grinned. "pretty boy here was keeping secrets. he's got a baby on the way."

rossi's eyes widened in surprise before softening into a warm smile. "congratulations, reid. you're going to make a great father."

spencer blushed slightly and nodded his thanks. as the team settled into quieter conversations, the tension in the room began to ease.

hotch, ever the leader, stepped forward. "alright, everyone, we need to stay focused. our families are here to stay safe, but we still have a job to do. let's regroup and make sure we catch this unsub before he gets any closer."

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[algae-tm]

SUMMER LOVIN’

Charles Leclerc x Reader

You and Charles fall in love in St.Lucia (one shot)

Warnings: none?

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yourbffuser: HELLO??!! Who is the man????

- youruser: what man?

- yourbffuser: now i KNOW you aren’t serious. in the second pic!!!!

- youruser: oh him… that’s pookie 😋🤭

- yourbffuser: count your motherfuckin days

yoursisteruser: you collect white men like pokemon smh

- youruser: gotta catch ‘em all!! 😏😤

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user1: why is he so boyfriend coded in the 2nd pic?

- user2: don’t be alarmed bestie but it might have something to do with the literal girl he’s holding hands with in the 3rd pic…

landonorris: is this what the youth call a soft launch?

-charles_leclerc: you are the youth

carlossainz55: ay who’s the girl?

— charles_leclerc: No one and everyone

— user1: wtf does this mean 😭 😭

— user5: why is this simultaneously the dumbest yet most romantic thing I’ve ever read, and I have a boyfriend 😭

— user6: girl- tell your boyfriend to step up or leave him… the bar is in literal hell. — user7: bro releases a couple songs and thinks he’s cool and mysterious

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youruser: cute solo travel idea- get a man to take you places

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yourbffuser: two posts with the same guy? I fear we’ve lost her

- youruser: NOOOO I’m still a bad bitch, I’m licensed and everything!!

- yoursisteruser: heartbreaker turns into lover girl… story for the ages

yoursisteruser: who is he???? Your fans want to know!!

—youruser: just a cute monegasque

—yoursisteruser: is that a cheese or something?

— youruser: a place apparently… he gets stroppy when I call him French 🤷🏾‍♀️

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user4: two posts with what I’m guessing is the same girl… please twitter users starts sleuthing!!

— user5: or, hear me out, bit of a wild suggestion, just let them be?

— user3: do you think they were together b4, or he found her on holiday??

— user4: wait holdup I didn’t even think of the possibility that this could be just a vacation romance you’re so right @user3

— user5: why do I even bother with these people

pierregasly: day 67895 of asking you to tell me who she is!!

— user53: lmao Pierre is one of us confirmed

— user43: close! He actually knows Charles personally so no he isn’t one of you

— user53: now what did I do to you? 😭

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youruser: bye bye bye you were bigger than the whole sky…

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yourbffuser: oh pooks

yoursisteruser: glad to know you have a heart

— youruser: bite me

— yourbffuser: time and place, bestie @yoursisteruser

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MESSAGES

3 MONTHS LATER

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lewishamilton: nice to see it brother! You know what they say

— youruser: once you go black!

— lewishamilton: I was gunna say the course of true love never did run smooth…

— youruser: mine works better!!

— user4: lmao she’s hilarious

— user5: and just as chaotic as Charles 😭 they’re made for eachother

—user6: idk I think he needs someone more introverted… she’s attention seeking (this user was blocked by charles_leclerc)

—charles_leclerc: blocked 🤭😙

—youruser: my man, my man, my man!

landonorris: she’s gorgeous

— charles_leclerc: why do you live to cause me distress??

georgerussell63: blimey, was only yesterday you told us you never got her number

— maxverstappen1: very stupid

— danielricciardo: Max be nice

— maxverstappen1: sorry

carlossainz55: well done cabron!

youruser: mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine

arthur_leclerc: she’s lovely

— charles_leclerc: isn’t she just

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halloscream

was it chan in the hotel with the gun?

warnings 🔪: they’re both as fucked up as eachother, unprotected sex (i normally dont say anything but PLEASE don’t do this with someone you just met), desperation, d/s dynamics, chan is MEAN, degradation, a few lines of daddy kink, dirty talk, squirting, creampie, GUNPLAY

you’ve always been a light sleeper. ever since you were young, the faintest rattling of the wind through your window would arise you from your slumber, and tonight is no different. you doubt your intruder had expected you to wake - in fact, the figure stalls next to your bed as your limbs slide over the expensive hotel sheets.

you’re not scared. when your eyes focus, the man is dressed head to toe in black stealth gear, harness gripping those toned muscles that he’s strutting around with. it’s ridiculous, really. only you could have a hot potential murderer in your room in the early hours of the morning.

“hello,” you speak, finally. he tilts his head. he’s got a mask covering the bottom half of his face. it means that you can only see his eyes, but regardless, they narrow. he’s assessing you, and by the way they relax, you’re convinced of one thing - it’s not you he’s looking for. “who are you?”

he doesn’t say anything. you watch him turn to the window, then back to you. when you sit up, the oversized shirt you’re wearing rucks up your thighs. his gaze immediately lands on them. oh.

you’re not new to sex with strangers. this is a little unusual for you though. it’s a feeling that only worsens when you see his fingers wrap around the gun attached to his harness.

okay, you’re a little fucked up. but you can’t ignore the dampening of your pussy in your panties, and you’ve always made a point of always going for what you want.

“you’re still gonna kill me?” you question, and if you let the blanket slide down your legs a little more to distract him then that’s only for you to know. “even when i’m not who you’re meant to kill. you’re still going to kill me?”

he falters. the hand slides from the object, and when you squint, the streetlights coming through the curtains highlight it just enough for you to know. it’s a pistol. you know that it’s loaded - why wouldn’t it be?

“you’re good at reading people,” his voice is muffled, but you can hear it. he has a thick australian accent, but the pitch is low, almost threatening. it doesn’t matter. you know he’s intrigued, and you let your head rest against the headboard, thighs shifting apart just a tiny bit. one arched eyebrow raises, dark eyes fixating on the space between your legs. “by the looks of it, you’re good at seducing people too. is that right?”

“so it’s working?” you let yourself smile, soft but enough to make him shuffle towards you. his boots are heavy, but he’s somehow quiet. experienced, you guess, in whatever you want to call it - being a hitman, assassin, mercy killer? “tell me your name.”

“no,” he’s quicker, knees shuffling against the sheets. his face gets closer to yours, still partially obscured, and you quiver under his gaze. he’s sexy. you’re going to fuck a man that intended on killing you only minutes ago. “i don’t need to know yours either.”

“no, you don’t,” you agree. he’s situated between your legs now, and you can feel it, the familiar press of a hard, throbbing erection against your cotton clad folds. it makes you grin wider, hands moving down to his belt. he lets you wrangle the black cargos off of toned thighs, pushing them down past his knees, and your hand dips into his boxers to feel him.

the first touch of your fingers against the silky skin of his cock makes him tremble, just barely losing his composure, and the grip you form around his thick shaft is enough to make his hands finally move to you. he’s big, heavy in your hand. two wide palms impatiently shove your shirt up, exposing heaving tits and a trembling tummy, and he’s quick to move them back down to yank your underwear off.

“i don’t have long. i have places to be,” he explains, fingertips darting between your folds. you’re wet, of course you are. your folds clack together around his digits, clit peeking out, swollen and throbbing. this entire thing is like something out of your deepest, darkest fantasies. clenching and unclenching, your hole attempts to suck his fingertips in during his inspection, and he grunts in approval. it’s almost funny how quickly he loses his control. “filthy fucking bitch. how wet can you be for someone like me? a murderer? someone who could- who could kill you at any point?”

“p-put it in,” you’re stammering. he ignores you, two fingers moving up to brush against your clit. you keep messily pumping his cock, feeling it leak into your palm as he only gets harder, shaky breaths exhaling from behind the mask. you moan so loud in response that his eyes crinkle with a smile. “god, won’t you- won’t you put it in? please, you s-said you don’t have long!”

“it’s gonna hurt,” he warns, but his hands leave you to push his black boxers down. your own palms fall to the sheets, thighs spreading far, far apart to allow the man to get where he needs to be. his hand moves to pump his shaft himself, eyes situated on your exposed core. you’re going to let a stranger fuck you unprotected. you’ve never felt so dirty, but it makes your pussy clench. “you want it to hurt, don’t you?”

“yes,” you whine, pussy aching. you want nothing more than to reach down and rub circles on your clit until you’re shaking apart around nothing, but the man slaps his cockhead against the bundle of nerves to focus you. you twitch, thigh jolting against his hip. “put it inside, please, please-“

a strong bicep braces next to your head, and his figure crowds into your space once more. he slides his cock down to your hole, wet and soppy and aching, and the tip just barely slides in.

“oh- oh fuck? god, it’s big, so fucking big-“

“d-don’t you know anything about being quiet?” he’s affected too, sliding the next few inches in. it makes you jolt again, and he moves to press his hands against your hips. the position change keeps you in place, sure, but it means he pushes inside of you fully, and the pressing of him against your cervix makes you wail. the stretch is almost too much, and you almost wish you’d listened and asked him to prep you beforehand.

you can’t help it. your brain is spiraling, and the more you try to squirm and whine and beg, he’s only holding you down firmer. his cock rests inside of you, unmoving. you want it. you want it, and you want so much more, and-

the barrel of his pistol presses against your temple. your eyes widen, and you’re immediately stilled. the metal is cool, and you don’t even know when he got it out of his harness, but you’re thankful he did. his finger rests on the trigger.

“will you stay still now?” his voice is calm, measured. you don’t nod, or move, or anything really - this is enough for the man. he starts to rut into you steadily, a slow, deep pace that makes your eyes roll back into your head. “yeah, that’s it. such a good girl.”

“does it f-feel good for you?” you moan, pussy clamping down on his cock. it makes him speed up just enough to let the squelching sounds of your core reverberate around the room, and your cheeks blaze crimson with embarrassment. you’re this wet over a murderer that you just met.

he nods in response to you, making the mask shift lower on his face, exposing his nose. it gives you a clearer vision of what he looks like - dark chocolate eyes, a large nose that juts out proudly, and what you can assume are a plump, soft set of lips. he’s beautiful.

“i-i’m not scared,” you manage to tell him, because honestly, you’re not. he huffs, gun pressing firmer into your head. your pussy gushes around his cock. his pace speeds up, quicker and harder. you want to cum so bad that it’s making tears bite at your eyes.

“really? you’re not?” he pushes your legs up, lets them fall over the pits of his elbows. it spreads you out, bent almost completely in half, and his cock in your pussy starts to make a wet clacking noise. it only turns you on more, clit throbbing for attention. you’re certain he’d actually shoot you if you moved to touch it.

there’s a clicking next to your head. he’s cocked the gun, turned the safety off. you moan, hands finally moving to his waist to pull him into you. his pubic bone starts to grind against your clit, the trimmed hairs just the stimulation you need, and you whine and buck upwards into him.

“i could s-shoot you,” he groans, eyebrows furrowed, almost in disbelief. “i could kill you right now. i bet if i pulled the trigger, you’d cum before you died.”

“oh my god!” you squeal, hands still pulling at him. he lets you, crowding further into your space, eyes staring down at the way your pussy lets his cock drill you over and over. it’s too much. his finger braces on the trigger once again, and your nipples brush against the thick material of his all black long sleeve. they’re so hard it hurts, and you just want to cum - you’re not above throwing a tantrum whether he has a gun or not. you just need a little more. “please. please, i wanna cum, i wanna cum-“

“can you cum from this?” it’s a genuine question, and he shifts his hips, moving to pummel that spot deep inside of you. it makes you squeal, pussy gushing steadily around him. it’s almost enough. his hand moves on the gun again. is he going to? “answer me, fuckin’ whore. can you cum from this? yes or no. it’s not hard.”

he sounds wholly unaffected, and you want to cry. “yes! yes, i can, i can- please, keep going, i’m close, i’m close-“

“awh, baby. you’re close, i know, i can feel it,” his thighs bounce him into you. it’s just quick enough and just hard enough that you feel it building, and you’re almost there. “i can feel that fuckin’ pussy clenching on me, shit. fuck, you- you ready?”

you don’t know what you’re agreeing to, but you nod nonetheless, fingers scrabbling at his skin, and then you hear it. he pulls the trigger, and your orgasm ripples through you like an electrocution - your back arches into him, core spraying your release all over the base of his tummy. you think you’ve soaked his clothes, but he doesn’t seem to mind. as soon as your orgasm is beginning to end, he grips your hips and yanks you towards him, pistoning in and out of your pussy to chase his own release.

once you’re in your right mind, you can understand that he in fact did not kill you. the chamber was empty, and the gun gets discarded to the side of the bed, no longer useful. by the time you come to, the blush has spread higher and higher until it’s visible on the apples of his cheeks, and you know he’s nearly there.

“cum inside of me, please,” you breathe, thighs still trembling. “give me something to remember you by.”

he huffs, grunts under his breath, and his hips press into you. you can feel the pressure of his balls, and then he spills inside of you, so deep that your toes curl.

you want him to see it. when he pulls out, cock softening, you drag one hand down your body to form a vee around sticky folds. his cum leaks out, albeit slowly, and the man can only stare, cock twitching in interest.

he sniffs, nose twitching. “alright baby, cut the act. channie’s back now.”

you stretch out your limbs. the hotel sheets were just as soft as they were before you and your boyfriend started this little act, and they feel even better on your overheated skin. chan rips the mask off of his face, and immediately surges over you to kiss your face.

“chan-nie-“ you giggle, foot kicking. he catches it and wraps your leg around his waist, still trying to catch your lips with his. he’s still got that damn tight shirt on, clinging to his muscles, and well - your pussy creams up a little, and you meet his kiss halfway.

“mm,” he moans, tongue clacking against yours. his breath spills against your lips when he pulls away to speak. “wanted to kiss you all the way through, honey. was it good? everything you imagined?”

“amazing. you’re amazing, daddy,” you murmur, and he smiles, satisfied. “the gun felt realistic.”

“oh, yeah?” his smile turns almost sinister, and his hands move to your thighs. “were you scared?”

“mm, a little,” you’re already letting your thighs fall apart. chan’s half hard again. you’re praying that you don’t get an extra charge from the hotel after this - the sheets are destroyed. “it is fake, right?”

chan giggles. two knobby fingers breach your glistening hole, down to the knuckle, and you squirm. “obviously, baby. who d’ya think i am?”

“i mean, i dunno? it was kinda convincing and- oh, daddy, right there.”

“that’s it, baby,” his voice is calm, level. “you don’t need to think about it.”

[arcadia345]

Astrology observations🪷

Birthday post🥳

Minors DNI🔞

Not a real astrologer just my observations :)

Now offering aura & synastry readings

❀ Question for Gemini/3rd house moons do y’all like sleeping anywhere else but yawls bed like your siblings room the couch over a friend‘s house you just usually don’t sleep in your bed for some reason?

❀ Venus in 10th synastry and their habit of subtly admiring eachother and their work/hobbies esp the Venus person.

❀ Saturn/cap in the 2nd likes to steal??👀 or they tend to get stolen from

❀ Aries moons mothers could’ve wanted independence from the fathers at some point in time. Independence seems to be a big theme for this moon sign.

❀ Moon/venus in 11th natals don’t be surprised if your (online)friends are deeply in love with you🤭it usually starts off as them just caring deeply about your feelings and wellbeing but it can easily turn into obsession/love

❀ Mercury and Capricorn in big 5 natal could give sexy veiny hands🥴*inserts black and white grainy filter* I wouldn’t mind a good neck squeezing from them lol

❀ Also I don’t think people realize how closely Capricorn/Saturn is to the occult, people usually just group it with the 8th house but intuitively I know esp as a cap myself that we tend to have hidden practices/practice secretly

❀ Prominent 12th/9th house placements in composite could like to drink/ do dr*gs while together. It’s like everyday a party when you two are together 😎

❀ Aries Eros composite gives summer fling vibez

❀ The best way I can explain Aries women’s energy is like a thong stuck in your 🍑 a little unsettling but yk what time it is 😏

❀ Aries/Scorpio, mercury/Saturn moon signs have their 🍒s pierced (if not then this is your signn)

❀ Neptune in 8th have sm family secrets

❀ I’m jealous of Taurus 2°14°26°/ 2nd house moons and their soft skins and juicy lips. They most likely was the child that cause the least problems they also tend to be homebodies. Their natural aroma can be intoxicating. They have a Knick for wardrobe they’re true to this not new to this🤫 even if they didn’t have a lot of money growing up they were the ones you always seen playing dress up/ meddling in someones closet/dressers. You could say they were the mothers “favorite” child because they do what their told until they don’t…then the mom may start giving Scorpio moon vibes to the child.

Learning that JHope is a Taurus moon made sm sense😭 show anyone a baby pic of him and watch them start plotting on how they’d k*dnap him💀 he just look like such a sweet child that causes 0 problems whos easily content

❀ I feel like cancer placements esp moon could be looked over a lot of times they’re just really chill energy wise most of the time but when you get to know them they’re really full of life

❀ Sag moons either live with older/elder people or they were the kid that was outside almost everyday or both!

>a peak of my Sign Lore series. Should I start w ♋️ babez first?<

❀ Sorry not sorry but I love coming for Scorpios necks e very time I post😅🤣 someone said under all that intensity and mysteriousness they’re the most basic/bubbly people you know and I agree! They’re really simple people when it comes to what they want just like their sister sign Taurus. They love to have control(or at least pretend like they have it)which is understandable when their lives have been a story of uprooting and transformation. Scorpio rising’s have Leo in the 10th(the highest point in ur chart) they’re naturally charismatic and goofy people, they easily attract attention just by being their authentic selves. Also they couldve been the child that didn’t receive the correct/ right amount of attention growing up. A lot of their problems could’ve been overlooked growing up:(. They crave the same love & loyalty that they give out. As u know the sun scorches anything that comes near it just like Scorpios they’re intensity can drive people away most times so it gets lonely at the top yk?

That’s it for now 🌀🩵🌺🌀

[thief-of-eggs]

Thinking about how Zuko almost never laughs in canon. And how Sokka takes alot of his identity from being the “funny one”, the one who can always lighten a mood and make people smile.

Thinking about a Sokka who makes it his mission to get Zuko to even so much as smile. Laughter is his goal, but he’ll take even just a soft smile if he can get it.

He doesn’t know why it irks him so much, that smiles so rarely grace Zuko’s face, that laughter is so rarely heard from the teen Firelord.

But Sokka knows he wants to hear it. Needs to hear it. He can’t explain it- maybe it’s because Zuko is the one person who doesn’t so easily laugh at his jokes- but it becomes an obsession for him.

Over time, Sokka becomes the only person who can wheedle out a genuine laugh from Zuko. The only one who can ease his worry-lined face into softness, who can make a smile appear on his pressed thin lips.

Zuko starts to seek him out, whenever he’s feeling particularly worn down. When pressure sinks into his bones, when tension weighs on his shoulders like the goddamn earth itself- it’s Sokka’s easy smile and quick wit that he seeks.

Before long, they’re both spending every free second they can find in eachother’s company. Sokka stops trying to get Zuko to laugh just to feel better about himself- he starts trying to get him to laugh just because he loves the sound. And Zuko stops seeking Sokka out just because he knows he’ll feel a little calmer from his jokes- he seeks him out because he knows he’ll feel at peace from Sokka.

It’s slow, the way they fall in love. It doesn’t happen overnight. It’s not a flash, no collision that leaves them dazed.

It’s a snowball of little moments. It’s shared laughs and small smiles, it’s leaned on shoulders and quiet evenings where neither utters a word.

It’s slow, but that’s the kind of love that lasts. They wade into the water instead of diving straight in, and by the time they reach the deep end- they both find that they’ve learned how to swim.

[gojoath]

ಣ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ TWO HALVES OF A WHOLE, OKKOTSU YŪTA

sometimes you swear you have two boyfriends, the one that loves you and the one that fucks you.

summary. fem reader. yandere yūta. obsession. manipulation. stalking. yandere themes. aged up characters. your boyfriends two personalities. toxic relationships. jealousy / possessiveness. wc, 2k.

note. repost :)

you swear you have two boyfriends, you must.. because this yuuta— the one that’s fucking you now, rutting you into the mattress with such carnal desire because he didn’t like the way that dude who served you both your coffee this morning was looking at you, is obscenely different to the one that still blushes when you answer his i love youwith a sweetened one of your own and a kiss.

“do you know him?” he’d asked as he took his seat across from you at the table, right after he’d chosen to pull out your own for you like the loving boyfriend he was. the perfect boyfriend. you want to ask who he’s talking about but you’d be an idiot not to know— you can basically feel the poor barista’s nerves from your table.

“he’s staring,” yuuta continues and you want to say that he’s staring as he holds his gaze, but you’re pretty sure he knows that already— the veins on his hands are prominent with how tightly he’s gripping the cup in his palms and you’re surprised it hasn’t smashed yet. it’s like the hostility is radiating off of him in waves despite the kindhearted smile he’s showing you.

“yuuta it’s fine,” you try to reason with him and it only makes him breathe out a soft chuckle before he’s taking a sip of his drink— the words seem to calm him, albeit temporarily as he shifts in his seat. “it’s customer service, he’s paid to be nice.” he offers the barista behind you another glance and then his eyes are back on you as he scratches cutely at the back of his neck.

“ah, i’m not worried.” yuuta’s tone is lighthearted, it’s sweet and soft in the way that you’re used to before both his hands are back on the table to clasp one of yours. his grip is a little too tight, but it’s nothing you’re not used to before his words taker a lower, deeper drawl. “because you’re all mine. right?”

two personalities wrapped up in one pretty boy, you think. but then your thoughts are cut off with the next languid roll of his hips as he deliberately slows his pace to a deep rock. you feel his fingers trace up your jaw before they’re pressing against your parted lips, prying them further open “open, baby.”

and you do, catching the glimmer of something twisted in his gaze at the way you listen so eagerly. your tongue swipes along his fingers before you watch a glob of spit drip slow from between his lips, making you moan when you feel the taste of him drench and ignite your taste buds.

“are you mine?” yuuta asks and the gentle, careful tone is such a contrast to the look in his eyes— it’s like a hunters gaze, rooting you in place, daring you to run— it’s like a promise that he’ll catch you even if you did.

“mhm, i’m yours, yuuta. please. only y-yours—ah.” his fingers press down on your tongue as he pushes them in a little more and you can feel the cool press of the promise ring on his finger. it’s one identical to yours. it’s the same one he’d gifted you six weeks into officially being your boyfriend after he’d assured you that time doesn’t matter, only your love for eachother does.

although if you asked him now, he still doesn’t think it’s enough to show the world you’re his. even though he’d prefer to keep you locked away with only him forever. you think it’s cute when he jokes like that.

it’s so twisted, maybe a little worrying for anyone else that you can’t help but like when yuuta gets like this. the way it makes you nervous again, butterflies in your gut like it’s the first time he’s been above you and suddenly you feel even warmer to touch. you feel shy despite the way he’s had you like this more times than you can count.

it’s lewd, animalistic but then you’ll get a peek of the other part of him when the next heavy rock of his hips is accompanied with a sweet, gentle kiss smeared across your forehead with his next breath as he pulls back his fingers from your mouth, weaving them with yours instead and squeezing tight.

“h-how, how does it feel?” yuuta’s words tremble with his next thrust as your pussy squeezes around him and your lips part to moan at the sweet question, body clenching and eyes fluttering closed as he grinds into your pussy. he’s rutting you into the mattress like a wild fucking animal before his blown gaze is scanning over you, drinking you up with a satisfied, adoring look.

“good, yuu~ s-so good!” he’s so pretty, fucking you so well you can barely find your words and it’s filthy the way he knows where to press, where to palm and kiss until you’re arching into him— like he’s studied the very way you play with your own pussy up close. like he’d torn you apart and put you back together himself.

he’s fucking you into a puddle of desire and need for only him.

you’re vaguely aware, although barely over the sounds of your own weak whimpers and long, needy moans, that he’s whispering under his breath, panting and growling softly.

“he probably wishes he could see you like this,” another slow rock of yuuta’s hips and he deliberately presses against that saccharine, sweet spot inside of your walls, making your thighs squeeze tight around his hips as he breathes deep.

“you’re pretty, so pretty,” you can’t help the physical reaction you have to his words, cunt clutching tight and your hips thrusting up to meet his own movements. you both gasp and his pace stutters but he continues. “but you’re mine, all of you.. it’s mine.” his words go buried in your skin— in your walls when they’re accompanied by a particularly sharp thrust. it’s like his love fills and swells within you in turn, until your lungs are tight, as if you can’t quite get enough air with each breath.

“i know, yuu~ i love you so much,” yuuta’s kisses smear over your cheek, hot breaths panting against your skin as he takes a pace that has your tits jolting with every clap of his hips into yours.

“s-say it again.” you hear him gulp on his next words and your pussy squeezes even tighter, “i need to know you mean it.” the soft slap of your pussy meets his pelvis and it makes your insides curl and ache, the feeling of his balls smacking your ass leaving you breathless with every connection.

“i love you,”

“show me.” you’re more than eager to give him when he asks you like that, hissed through clenched teeth and you whine long and wordless for him as bliss washes over you. you feel him tremble over you as you do, smearing messy kisses and spit over your cheek and neck— mumbling praises and i love yous against your jaw and lips as he looks at you.

you’re vaguely aware of how broken and weak your moans sound, but the rush in your head while you cum is a little too loud and delightful for you to really care about anything else except the man who made you feel exactly that. your thighs struggle to close, instinctively, as you shy away from the pleasure but yuuta shifts on purpose to keep them spread, his fingers withdrawing to rub softly through the swollen petals of your pussy so he can prolong your pliant state.

“i knew i didnt have anything to worry about,”

it doesn’t take long for him to follow after you. his cock flexes, thickening in a way that feels as if it grows with each greedy coax of your twitching cunt, until he pauses, followed by a breathier croon of your name as he spills hot inside you.

yuuta’s chest presses against yours, lips suckling into the crook of your neck, nails dragging gently down your hips as he presses his load into you until you whimper. you twitch and he uses the movement to hug you closer, stilling inside of you when he’s got his face buried into your shoulder and you both catch your breath.

you lie there for a long time, or so it feels until he’s leaving you quickly to grab you some water and a warm cloth. he returns in what feels like seconds, but now that you’re orgasm has finally worn off, you can barely look at him.

you’re not sure if it’s because of how hard and good he’s just made you cum or the pleasure he’d pulled from you so easily, leaving you in bite marks and bruises. but you feel so nervous suddenly as you twist nervously at the promise ring on your finger.

“are you okay?” yuuta asks quickly, a soft tone to his voice as the mattress dips when he sits next to you. he leans forward when he does, smearing a kiss against your cheek before he’s handing you the cool glass of water, which you take with shaking hands.

hes gorgeous, dark hair mused through the day from his hands gliding through it and now yours, falling forward around his face from being swept back to frame his flushed features now.

you meet his gaze and you’d think it burned you as you shy away, feeling heat creep to your cheeks when his fingers stroke gently at your arm. “i’m sorry, did i hurt you?” there’s a soft nervousness to his eyes despite his usual haunting gaze. he bites on his lower lip as he looks over you.

“ah.. sorry.” you try to keep your own bashfulness aside as you take a sip of water, letting it cool the scratchiness in your throat as you swallow.

“no, it’s..” he looks at you so intently, but there was always something in his gaze that made you feel cold despite the sweat across your body. but still you grin, before petting your hand across his.

“it’s cute seeing you all protective, that’s all.”

“is it weird?”

“no! not at all, it’s hot—“

“oh, ah— thanks.” he nods, a little shy and back to his kindhearted, sweet demeanour when you share a kiss, sighing with the content press of your bodies.

“did you know him?” yuuta kisses your forehead despite the way he presses the topic again. “i can find you another cafe if you want,” he breathes, another kiss to your skin following. he curls his arm around you as he looks over you and it’s with so much adoration that it makes your toes curl in the same way your body had a few minutes ago.

“maybe he’s new, i’ve never seen him. i like that cafe though.” you shrug, not seeing any real issue with it. but his dark eyes flash towards you and you giggle when he suddenly presses you down against the bed to kiss you passionately.

“i just don’t want anyone making you uncomfortable, i’ll kill them.” yuuta kisses you hungrily, making you sigh as you melt beneath him— you’re like gum, bending to his will with every flick of his tongue.

“i know, yuuta. you always joke about that. i still want to keep going to that cafe though,” his hand cups your cheek and you smile. he leans in to kiss you firmly with his next breath.

“we can go together. i don’t think we’ll see him again anyway.”

“what, why not?”

“because i want you to be happy.” your chest jumps when yuuta’s words urge you to curl closer— making something warm bloom in your chest at the love he makes you feel. you can feel him smile into the next kiss he smears along your temple, and he makes sure the kiss after is against the promise ring on your finger when he gives you another smile.

it’s hours later when yuuta leaves you, kissing your forehead before he’s slinging his katana over his shoulder and leaving you asleep. he’ll make it home before you realise he’s gone. the shift at the cafe is just finishing, and this won’t take long.

maybe his two personalities aren’t as far apart as he let you believe.

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Aughhhh Pre overlords VoxVal is literally always the cutest thing ever . Vox helping Val escape his abusive workplace and Val finally feeling like an equal to someone and them slowly warming up to eachother and going on cute dates .