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You know I can't stay away from your writing for long so here I am againnn....angst prompt 5 and fluff promt 10. Besties to loverss plsssss.....with either Sirius Black or Kaz I can't choose

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angst prompt five: “please leave before i lose myself to madness and beg you to stay”

fluff prompt ten: and it was when A watched B look at someone else the way they wanted to be looked at. does A realize how much in love with their best friend they were?

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kaz brekker x fem!reader

word count: 3.8k

warning: kaz has no romantic feelings for inej in this one, it doesn't have a specific time in the canon, i made up one of the characters, best friends to lovers (between the lines), mention of murder

summary: It seems that Kaz always expects you to read between the lines, even though you are a thief and not an expert in interpreting written texts.

a/n: whenever i see notifications from you, i feel like a happy golden retriever puppy, hello!!<33 i feel that writing anything with sirius would be easier for me in almost every way, especially since that character has been my favorite since childhood, but i wanted to try something new and i was thrilled with the chance to do so! (it's a mess)

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As you stepped out into the gloomy, rain-soaked streets of Ketterdam, you could felt the weight of the city's bearing down upon you. It was a place where danger lurked around every corner, where crime and corruption were the norm, and where only the strongest and most cunning survived. The city's winding, labyrinthine streets were treacherous and difficult to navigate, with slimy cobblestones that seemed to shift and writhe beneath your feet. The stench of sewage and decay hanged heavy in the air, a reminder of the filth and squalor that permeated every inch of the city.

The people of Ketterdam were a rough and ragged bunch, with sharp tongues and even sharper knives. Every interaction was a potential threat, every stranger a possible enemy. It was a place where trust was hard to come by, and betrayal was always just a heartbeat away. And yet, despite all of this, you couldn't help but feel drawn to the city. It was the only place where you've ever felt truly at home, where you could be yourself without fear of judgment or rejection. It was a feeling that both comforted and terrified you, and you knew that you'll never be able to escape it, no matter how hard you try.

You hated Ketterdam with a passion, yet you found yourself unable to imagine living anywhere else. Maybe it was because you hated yourself too, the mere thought of being ordinary filled you with a deep-seated loathing. You had no talents, no skills that could make others look at you with admiration, and to make matters worse, you weren't your parents' favorite child either. That distinction belonged to your older sister, the Grisha who had always been showered with adoration and affection, even when she was away in the Little Palace, thousands of miles from home.

Your parents had always compared you to her, highlighting your shortcomings and making you feel like a disappointment. Even when she was gone, they treated you worse than they ever had before, as if you brought them shame just by existing.

Yet, in Ketterdam, your ordinariness was a blessing. As a member of a gang of thieves, you were the perfect fit. Your lack of beauty and grace made you unremarkable, allowing you to blend into the shadows and avoid attention. You moved with ease through the convoluted streets of the city, navigating its twists and turns, always keeping your wits about you. Of course, there were a times of doubts, where you couldn't help but think that perhaps being strikingly beautiful would be an asset to your profession, especially when robbing wealthy merchants who came to Ketterdam seeking to indulge in its illicit pleasures. But even then, you knew that such a gift would come with its own set of complications, and in Ketterdam, complications were the last thing you needed.

You pulled the hood of your dark cloak over your head, lowering it slightly to obscure your face. You didn't want to be recognized by anyone, but at the same time, you needed to keep an eye on your surroundings and react quickly if needed.

You hastily tucked your frozen hands into the pockets of your coat and quickened your step as you saw two men who were part of the Dime Lions. Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized them. Lately, you had been avoiding these people more than usual, ever since you got into an unnecessary street fight with several members of the gang. They had made it clear that they weren't happy with you, and you knew that they wouldn't hesitate to attack you if given the chance.

But it wasn't just the Dime Lions that you were avoiding. Some people in Ketterdam knew about things they shouldn’t. It was no secret that rumors spread like wildfire in this city, and often found their way into the hands of those who would use them for their own gain. But in a world full of terrible people, you had to be worse.

You walked with no clear destination in mind, driven by the need to distance yourself as much as possible from the Crow Club. It was only moments ago that you had found yourself in a heated argument with the one person who mattered the most to you. His stubborn pride had come between you once again, making you curse his name to the heavens above.

The tension in the hallway was thick enough to cut with a knife as you and Kaz stood facing each other, both seething with frustration. His eyes glinted in the dim light, anger etched deep into the lines of his face. What had started as a minor disagreement had quickly escalated into a full-blown argument, fueled by the unspoken feelings that both tried to hide.

“You don't understand, Y/N,” Kaz growled, his voice low and scratchy. “You never do. You're always off on your own, thinking you know what's best for everyone. You can't keep taking unnecessary risks. It's not just your life on the line.”

“I know that,” you snapped back, your eyes flashing with anger. “But we can’t just sit back and do nothing. We need to take action if we want to survive.”

“Of course we need to take action,” Kaz shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I'm not saying we should do nothing. But we need to be smart about it. We can't rush in blindly. That's why I'm in charge. I know what I'm doing.”

You rolled your eyes, exasperated. “Sometimes being smart means taking risks. That's how we get ahead.”

A heavy silence hung in the air between you, filled only by the sound of your breathing and the rustle of your clothes. Kaz's gaze bore into you with an intensity that made your skin crawl.

His jaw tightened, and he spoke through gritted teeth. “Fine,” he said, his voice icy. “Do whatever you want. But don't expect me to follow you blindly into danger.”

You took a step closer to Kaz, your eyes blazing. “I don't need you to follow me, Kaz. I can take care of myself.”

His eyes narrowed, and he took a step back, his hand on his cane for support. “Then go ahead and do that. But please, leave before I lose myself to madness and beg you to stay.”

Your chest tightened with hope as Kaz's words registered in your mind. Could it be that he actually wanted you to stay? But your hopes were dashed as you saw him turn his back and begin walking away. The urge to call out to him, to make him admit his feelings, consumed you, but you knew it was pointless. Kaz Brekker was not one to bare his soul.

With a frustrated growl, you clenched your fists so tightly that your nails dug painfully into your palms. Without another word, you turned and stormed down the stairs. Ignoring Jesper's questioning gaze and Wylan's confused expression, you burst out into the rain-soaked streets of the Barrel, letting the cool droplets wash away your anger and frustration.

Your mind was a chaotic mess of emotions as you walked, all directed towards the one man who had the power to make you feel so much. Kaz's words echoed in your head, spoken in his rough voice, which usually sounded like the most beautiful melody to your ears, but now it was a curse that tormented you and did not allow you to find peace.

“I don't need you, Kaz. You're the last person I want,” you muttered under your breath, and as if fate was playing a game, you bumped into the very person with whom the whole argument began. What a coincidence.

You lifted your gaze, and your eyes met with the one who infamously called himself Ketterdam's most dangerous person. Although he didn't know you, you were familiar with him well enough to know that he would want to have you with him despite your undistinguished appearance and lack of special skills.

In a rush of panic, you lowered your head, feigning humility to mask your face. “I apologize, sir,” you began, trying to hide the hint of fear you could sense in your voice. “I should be more careful.”

The man smirked, his eyes scanning over your form. “It's no problem, sweetheart,” he said, his voice oozing with arrogance and entitlement. “But you should watch where you're going. It's not safe to be wandering around these parts alone.” His hand brushed against your arm, sending shivers down your spine.

You flinched at the touch, trying to pull away from him, but then he grabbed you. You knew what type of man he was, and the last thing you wanted was to be alone with him in a dark alley. You tried to think of an excuse to leave, but before you could say anything, the gravelly rasp of a familiar voice interrupted.

“Is there a problem here, gentlemen?” Kaz's voice was calm and controlled, but there was an underlying threat that made the man release his grip on you and take a step back.

“None at all,” the man replied smoothly.

Kaz stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. “I suggest you leave the lady alone then.”

The man scoffed. “I suggest you mind your own business, boy.”

Kaz's hand, covered with a leather glove, tightened on the crow's head ornamenting his cane. “I'll make it my business if I see someone harassing a woman in my city.”

The man sneered, clearly not intimidated by Kaz's threat. “Your city?” he asked with a hint of derision, studying Kaz more thoughtfully. Suddenly, as if he had just connected the dots, he added, “Last time I checked, it was still called Ketterdam, not Dirtyhands's kingdom.”

Kaz's expression didn't change, but you could sense the tension in the air. “Believe what you want, but if you don't leave now, I'll make sure you regret it.”

The man seemed to consider his options for a moment before finally releasing a grunt of annoyance and walking away, oblivious to the inevitable fate that awaited him regardless of his decision. Death was the only possible outcome and the only variable was who would carry out the execution.

Finally, the man was out of sight, and you released a breath you didn't even realize you were holding. Kaz turned to you, and you met his gaze with a mixture of gratitude and anger. Despite feeling indebted to him for his intervention, you couldn't help but feel frustrated by his interference. “I didn't need your help,” you said, trying to sound confident.

Kaz raised an eyebrow. “It sure looked like you did.”

You glared at him, feeling embarrassed and exposed. He had seen you in a moment of vulnerability, and you hated yourself for it. “I could have handled it,” you insisted, although you knew it was a lie. You couldn't have handled the situation on your own. You were a skilled thief, but you lacked the physical strength to overpower a man twice your size. You were not armed with revolvers, nor did you possess the abilities of a Corpsewitch. You were just an average person, with quick fingers and the ability to pick locks, nothing more.

“How did you know where to find me?” you added.

“Did you think I wouldn't follow you? I had a feeling you'd get yourself into trouble, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon.”

You rolled your eyes, but a small part of you was grateful that Kaz had your back. “And what about-”

“Inej will take care of him,” he said, cutting you off, signaling that he didn't want to discuss the matter any further. “Let's head back to the Slat. You're soaked.”

Kaz started walking away, disappearing into a dark alley without waiting for you. You sighed and followed him, feeling the dampness of your clothes sticking to your skin.

The walk back to the Slat was silent, with only the sound of raindrops hitting the cobblestones to fill the air. As you entered the place, you immediately noticed the curious looks of your crewmates. Jesper was there, even though he usually preferred gambling at the Crows Cub and Matthias stood at the top of the stairs, watching you with his arms crossed. It seemed like everyone was waiting for you to return, and you couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Ignoring the greetings, Kaz announced, “You'll never guess who Y/N met.” The room fell silent, and Kaz removed his hat as if to emphasize his point. “Antoon Beudeker.”

A hum of surprised sounds ran through the room, and all eyes turned to you. You felt uncomfortable being the center of attention. You had been trying to track down Beudeker for weeks, but he always managed to slip away from you, as if someone in the Dregs was tipping him off about your plans.

Nina spoke up, breaking the silence. “What do you mean by that?”

Kaz looked at you, not bothering to hide his annoyance. “A talent for stealing isn't Y/N's only skill. As you can see, the talent for trouble far outweighs it.”

You shifted uncomfortably under Kaz's gaze, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. You knew you had made a mistake by bumping into Beudeker, but it wasn't even your fault. All you wanted was to cut yourself off after the argument with Kaz, and now he was the one who was right again.

Wylan's voice carried through the quiet room, breaking the tension. “What are we do with him now?” he asked, but no one answered, assuming that it was up to their missing Wraith to handle the situation.

Jesper's frustration boiled over, and he jumped up from his seat. “It's not fair!” he exclaimed, pointing his revolver at the wall. “I was the one who wanted to put a bullet between his eyes.”

Matthias stepped forward, before anyone reacted to sharpshooter's words, his expression serious. “We need to figure out who's been leaking our plans to Antoon. This could be dangerous for all of us.”

“I agree,” Nina added. “We need to find out who's been betraying us and deal with them.”

Wylan's voice piped up, “What if we set a trap?”

Kaz nodded, considering the idea.

“We could feed different information to each member of the Dregs and see which version gets back to someone who will claim to be Beudeker now. That way, we'll know who we can trust and who we can't,” you suggested.

Nina grinned. “I like it. And if we catch the traitor, we can make an example out of them.”

Jesper's eyes gleamed with anticipation. “I'll provide the entertainment.”

Matthias shook his head. “No, Jesper. We can't take the law into our own hands. We'll handle the traitor according to our own rules, but we won't kill them.”

Jesper shrugged, disappointed but not arguing. “But killing is our rule, Helvar.”

Matthias's expression darkened, but before he could reply, Kaz spoke up. “That's enough. We're not discussing this any further. We need to focus on finding the leak first, not arguing about how to deal with them.”

Jesper and Matthias both looked at Kaz, but neither of them said anything. The silence in the room was heavy with tension, and you could sense the frustration emanating from Jesper and the anger radiating from Matthias. Kaz's tone had effectively shut down the conversation, but you knew that it was far from over.

“We'll start investigating tomorrow,” Kaz's voice filled the room again. “For now, let's all get some rest. We have a long day ahead of us.”

As Kaz's words faded away, the tension in the room dissipated, and everyone began to go their separate ways. You hesitated, still reeling from the events of the evening, unsure of what to do next.

Sensing your unease, Kaz approached you, his expression serious but not unkind. “I know this is a lot to take in,” he said, his voice low. “But we have a job to do, and we can't afford to let our emotions cloud our judgment. I need you to be focused tomorrow, do you understand?”

You nodded, feeling a bit guilty for today’s argument. “Yes. I'll be ready,” you replied, determined to not let him down.

Kaz gave you a small nod of approval before turning to leave. You watched him go, listening to the rhythmic tapping of his cane on the panels. The weight of his words settling on your shoulders. It was true that you couldn't afford to let your emotions get in the way of the investigation, but it was easier said than done. The events of the evening had shaken you to your core, and you weren't sure if you could push them aside so easily. Life in Ketterdam has been hard, but never before has such danger reached you directly.

With a heavy sigh, you made your way back to your room, hoping that a good night's rest would help clear your mind.

You were surprised to find the Antoon's spy so easily, feeling foolish for not discovering it sooner. Despite the setback, the mood in the Crow Club remained peaceful as the days passed. The seventh of you sat together, planning your next move and gossiping about Ketterdam's richest people. Kaz seemed more relaxed than usual, and even Jesper and Matthias were on their best behavior, seemingly content to simply enjoy the moment of peace.

As the night wore on and the group's conversation continued to flow, you couldn't help but notice Kaz's eyes on you. You caught his gaze a few times, and each time you felt a jolt of electricity run through you. It was a feeling you had been trying to ignore for a while now, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with each passing day.

As you turned to look at Jesper, who was recounting a funny story, you noticed Kaz's expression change slightly. It was a subtle shift, but you could tell he was suddenly distant, lost in thought.

After a few minutes, Kaz stood up and motioned for you to follow him. You looked around at the others, confused, but they simply shrugged and continued their conversation. You followed Kaz up the dimly lit hallway to his office.

Once inside, Kaz closed the door and motioned for you to take a seat. You sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk, feeling a bit nervous. Kaz took a seat opposite you, resting his cane on the desk, right next to the chair and leaned forward, his elbows on his desk.

His expression was serious, but not unkind. “I wanted to talk to you about something,” he began, his voice low. “I've noticed that things between us have been a bit... different lately.”

You shifted in your seat, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “Different how?” you asked, not sure if you really wanted to know the answer.

Kaz leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. “I think you know what I mean,” he replied, his gaze fixed on yours.

Your heart skipped a beat as you realized what he was talking about. “Kaz, I...” you began, but he cut you off with a wave of his hand.

“I just wanted you to know that I'm aware of the situation,” he said, his tone even, then he paused for a moment. “You know, Y/N. I've been thinking a lot lately about what it means to care for someone. To really care for someone,” he looked directly at you, his eyes intense, emphasizing the weight of his words. “And I've come to the conclusion that there's no one I care for more than you.”

You were completely taken aback by Kaz's words. You had never heard him express his feelings so openly before. Your heart raced as you searched his face for any sign of insincerity, but you found none. You were overcome with a mixture of shock, disbelief, and joy.

His heart sank as he watched you gaze at Jesper with a look of admiration and affection earlier, even if you two were just friends. It was then that he realized how deeply in love with you he truly was. He had been trying to ignore his feelings for you for so long, but seeing you look at someone else with such tenderness was too much to bear.

Kaz carefully chose his words, wanting to express his feelings without being too direct. “I've been thinking about our friendship,” he said, his voice low and serious. “I value our bond more than anything else in the world, and I want to make sure that nothing ever comes between us.”

“Why are you bringing this up now?” you asked genuinely confused by Kaz's sudden openness.

He shifted in his seat, looking almost uncomfortable, “Well, I just wanted to make sure that you know how much you mean to me,” Kaz said, his eyes meeting yours. “There's no one else I trust or care for more than you, Y/N.”

You could feel the weight of his words, the sincerity and depth of emotion behind them. You knew that he was a man of few words, and when he spoke, it was always with a purpose. It was hard to reconcile this Kaz with the cold and distant one you had grown accustomed to over the years.

You couldn't help but feel that there was an underlying message in Kaz's words, something that he wasn't explicitly stating. Your intuition was telling you that there was more to the story than what he had let on. You couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that something was amiss.

“Kaz,” you began, your voice hesitant. “Is there something else you want to tell me? Something that you're not saying?”

Kaz's expression remained neutral, but you could sense a hint of discomfort in his demeanor. You knew that he wasn't one to wear his heart on his sleeve, so you weren't surprised that he was hesitant to open up to you completely.

“I've said what I needed to say,” Kaz replied, his voice flat. “There's nothing more to it.”

His reply felt like a dead end, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. You knew that he was a complex person, with layers that even you couldn't fully comprehend, but you couldn't shake off the sense that he was still holding something back. Nonetheless, you tried to put on a brave face and show your gratitude for his honesty.

“Okay,” you said, rising from your seat. “I appreciate you telling me how you feel. Our friendship means the world to me too, Kaz.” You couldn't help but wonder what his true intentions were, but you knew that you needed to be patient and let him come to you when he was ready.

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200 follower special - prompt 27

"Don't you dare touch them."

Warnings: Almost mugging/robbery. Jokes about foot fetish. Some swearing. Violence (Marc can get scary). An almost panic attack. Angsty, but happy-ish ending. This took a turn as it wasn't supposed to end up with Marc punching anyone. Also it got away from me and I'm not 100% happy with it. Not proof-read. Word count: 2,680 GN!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Requested by @jupitersmoon167 for my 200 follower special. Let's ignore the fact this was supposed to be out two days ago, I had something going on with my son and his school which needed sorting.

It had been a long and trying month. It was nearly the year end and your company was tying up all its loose ends, including audits and finalising accounts and payments, which meant strict deadlines and pissed off managers who were just as stressed as you and took it out on you lowly workers. After this particularly bad week, you were seriously debating not bothering to come back in again on Monday.

To top it off, there was another tube strike, so you had to get the bus home; with what seemed like the rest of London. You’d sent the system a text about how late you’d be home, that it was downright freezing and you wished that working from home was still an option. Steven had sent back a text telling you he’d pop the kettle on for when you were home, and he’d have your cosiest pyjamas laid out for you, and you could both cuddle in the blanket watching terrible Friday night TV.

You held back a groan of relief. It sounded like heaven.

But when you actually got back to your shared flat with the boys, it wasn’t Steven who greeted you at the door. Marc had forgoed all of Steven’s warm, cosy plans, and had actually booked a last-minute table at your favourite restaurant by Covent Garden.

Ideally, you would rather have gone with Steven’s plan, something that didn’t involve you taking another step out of the flat but you couldn’t say no to Marc. As of late, he’d been working long hours and you had barely seen him, even when it was his fronting days, it was usually Steven or Jake to greet you at the door. You’d missed Marc.

So you made yourself get ready as quickly as you could, wearing that nice new shirt you had been meaning to wear, with the boots that Marc liked on you. You didn’t miss the appreciative look he gave you, biting his lip and rubbing at his neck as he averted his gaze from you, muttering you were going to be late if you both didn’t get a move on.

You made a teasing quip about having to leave at all, something Marc had chuckled at as he locked the flat up.

You both decided to get a taxi to Coven Garden, something you tried to avoid with the boys since Jake always had something to say about the taxi drivers and what a ‘bad job they’re doing’. Traffic had calmed a little since you go home, although still busy and you barely made it to the restaurant.

“So tough day at work?” Marc asked you as you sat at your table.

“Tough month, but this week was particularly bad,” you replied, not being able to resist rolling your eyes at the thought of having to go back into work on Monday and do it all again.

“Tell me about it,” Marc said, sliding his hand into yours, giving you that smile that you loved so much.

Dinner was wonderful. You’d tried to keep the ‘shop talk’ to a minimum, but it was hard when Marc was being so caring and telling you how you could do so much better than a place like that. You decided then and there to make your New Year’s Resolution to leave and find somewhere else. As Marc said, “Your talents are wasted there.”

You had chuckled at him as the waitress had cleared your plates. “I wouldn’t say my Excel skills are ‘talents’ but thank you. Maybe I can write a book or something. Or go on FeetFinder and put my piggies to work.”

Marc snorted with laughter into his wine glass as the waitress gave you a comical look, her own cheeks red as she looked between you both. “Will we be looking at dessert tonight?”

Marc shook his head as he placed his now empty wineglass down. “Just the bill, please, thank you.”

The waitress nodded before walking away. You looked at Marc with a raised eyebrow. “You usually love dessert.”

“Jake’s got a tub of Viennetta ice cream back at the flat that I’ve been eyeing up and he hasn’t opened it yet.”

You grinned before giving him a mockingly scathing look. “Jake won’t be happy about that.”

“Well he decided to leave it unattended with me around, so that’s his own fault.”

The smile slowly fell from your face before you cleared your throat. “So…why did you front tonight?”

Marc raised an eyebrow at you, his look going stern.

You shook your head. “That’s not what I meant. I meant that Steven was fronting when I left work, but it was you when I got home. You’ve been…busy, I suppose. I haven’t seen you for a while.”

Marc studied you for a moment before sighing, reaching over the table to cup your hands in his own, giving them a squeeze as he looked into your eyes. You felt yourself melt on the inside. You found yourself on multiple occasions getting lost in those brown eyes, with all your boys. The eyes were always different; Steven’s were always soft, and they looked at you like you hung the stars. Jake looked at you, always, with uncertainty, like you were about to bolt. But he was just as touch starved as Marc was and was always stuck by your side.

Marc always looked at you like a saviour. Like you gave him air, that you were the light of his life, always the one to bring him back to whatever dark place he went to sometimes. He couldn’t survive without you, and didn’t you know it by the look in his eyes. But like Jake, he too, thought you would leave at the drop of a hat, unable to handle the baggage he carried.

You wouldn’t ever leave them. Never ever.

“I’m sorry,” Marc answered. “I did realise how absent I was being and that’s why I told him I was going to take you out tonight. He argued with me, obviously, but yeah…”

You give a smile as the waitress brought over your bill, Marc already digging for his wallet in his pocket, asking for the card machine. He paid swiftly, leaving a generous tip, before standing and helping you with your jacket. You grit your teeth, mentally preparing yourself for going back out into the cold.

“Winter has never been your season,” Marc chuckled at you as you both left the restaurant, your arms around your middle against the chill.

You couldn’t reply, your teeth already chattering together as Marc lead you towards the taxi rank a few streets down. As if the cold didn’t affect him, Marc wrapped his arm around you and chatted away, telling you about how there was still time for a hot drink and a hot bath, and you giggled at the way he seductively mentioned he could join you. He buried his head into your neck, giving a few light kisses, causing you to giggle more.

You turned the corner onto the quiet street where the taxis usually were, but it was empty. You mentally cursed the closures of the tube stations and the shortage of taxis, not sure how willing you were to wait any longer in the cold. You were about to turn to Marc and suggest getting the next available bus, but you were cut off by an alarmed voice, a bit too loud on the quiet street.

“You best give me your wallets and any valuables.”

You looked at the person stood in front of you, a chill going through your body and it wasn’t because of the cold weather. He had a hood up and a medical mask over the bottom half of his face, leaving no features available. In his hand, he had a knife sat casually (a casually as a robbery could be) by his hip, his other hand out towards you and Marc, waiting oddly patient.

Marc almost chuckled. “You don’t want to do this, buddy.”

“Don’t ’buddy’ me,” the man snapped, taking a step towards you both. You grip Marc’s arm hard, your eyes wide as you try to breathe, the fear sitting icy in your chest. “Give me your shit before you get hurt.”

“Hey, back the fuck off,” Marc said, taking a step forward. You grip his arm even tighter, your fingers feeling numb against Marc’s jacket.

“Marc,” you whispered, pulling him back a little, but it was as if he didn’t hear you.

“Don’t mess with me, mate,” said the robber. He suddenly lunged forward, grabbing you. You let out a scream as the man started to force himself in your pockets, but he was pulled from you just as quickly as he was on you.

“Don't you dare touch them.” Marc threw the man to the floor so violently, you were surprised he hadn’t cracked the pavement.

Marc was on top of the man in a blink, pulling him up by the collar of his shirt roughly. You had seen Marc pissed; you were around for the last few ‘favours’ he owed Khonshu…but this was something else.

It was like Marc had been taken over by an angry demon. He sent punch after punch to the man’s face, until the robber was about to black out. He wasn’t stopping. You could hear him repeating not to touch you, to never touch you. If he didn’t stop, he would kill this man, and you know he wouldn’t be able to live with that, even if the man was trying to rob you both. You reached forward, placing your hand on Marc’s shoulder as you called him, jumping back when he looked at you with wide eyes, looking at you as if he just remembered where he was. He looked down at the man underneath him, who was groaning, his mask crooked and splattered with blood.

Marc scrambled up, standing quickly as he looked at his hands. He was shaking, his breathing heavy but you could see the panic in his eyes. He looked at you desperately, before he started shaking his head. “I’m…I’m sorry, I don’t…I can’t – “

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” you said, reaching towards him gently, like a deer on the verge of bolting, before sliding your hand up his arm, resting your palm on his cheek. “It’s fine. You just made a snap judgement, we were both in danger. Would you feel better calling an ambulance?”

At that, the man on the floor groaned again, turning on his side, coughing a little. Marc stared at the man for a few moments before nodding his head. You knew he wasn’t far from going into the headspace, so you took it upon yourself to call for an ambulance, and you asked for to police too (the guy was still trying to rob you at knife point).

By the time the police and ambulance arrived, you had given your statemen to the police, Marc having taken a sit down a while ago at the doorstep of a building, his head buried in his hands. The police had taken the knife as evidence and took down your details, letting you know that if anything needed to be taken further, then they would call you, but it had sounded like self defence so there was probably nothing to worry about. You thanked them again before turning back to Marc, whose breathing seemed to have calmed down.

“Shall we go home?” You weren’t sure who you were talking to.

It took a few moments, but when those brown eyes looked up at you when he lifted his head, it was still Marc. He looked at you with a scared look on his face, before slowly nodding at you. You stood, slipping his hand into yours, holding it so tightly that you were afraid he was going to cut off your circulation. You both walked in silence, silently and mutually deciding that getting a taxi somewhere else was probably for the best. You needed to get away from that taxi rank.

“I’m sorry.”

You look at Marc with wide eyes. He was so quiet you almost didn’t hear him. He wasn’t looking at you, but at the floor, the anguish still on his face. You frowned at him before shaking your head. “You don’t have to apologise, you were just protecting me.”

“I could’ve killed him. He put his hands on you and I saw red.”

“But you didn’t,” you said, Marc finally looking at you, an uncertain look on his face. “You didn’t kill him. It didn’t get that far. He was even still conscious. Barely, but still conscious.”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

You stopped walking, pulling him towards you so he’d look at you square in the face. You let go of his hand, cupping his cheeks. “Now listen to me. It was a very scary situation and he wasn’t a good guy. He was going to steal from us. Wouldn’t you have done the same thing if you were still working for Khonshu?”

Marc grimaced.

You pulled a face. “I know, sorry. That was a bad example.”

“I didn’t think I’d ever feel like this ever again. Not since we cut ties with the stupid bird.”

Your heart was breaking for him. He didn’t deserve to feel the way he was. He was the most loving man you’d ever met, even when he’d had a lot thrown at him. Marc deserved everything good in the world, even when things got bad. He was your rock like you were his. He need to know he was worthy of forgiveness and love and warmth and security, even when he slipped.

“That feeling won’t ever go away, but it doesn’t make you a bad person, Marc,” you said, your hands landing on his shoulders. “I think because you feel remorse it makes you a good person. You had a debt and you were dealt a shitty hand and you were used. It’s not your fault.”

The tears pooling in his eyes made your heart break just that little bit more. Marc sniffed loudly as he turned away from you again, looking down at the floor. You know that he didn’t believe you; you know he wanted to, but he wasn’t quite there yet. But with the help of you, Steven, and Jake, and even Layla, Marc was safe, and secure, and he would get there one day.

“Let’s go home,” you finally say. “Let’s go home, and we can have that hot bath that I’ve been thinking about all evening, and we can cuddle in bed. I’ll even bring out the electric blanket.”

Marc lets out a quiet, small chuckle, finally looking back at you. The spark to his eyes had come back a little. Not much, but it was there. “Really splashing out, huh?”

“It’s freezing,” you complained again, slipping your hand back into Marc’s as you both walk to the busier streets of London, a few more cars on the road. You felt safer with more people around too. “Also, we need to get our hands on that Viennetta before Jake.”

There was silence for a few moment and you wondered if Marc had gone back into his head again, only for him to stop you abruptly to cup your face and meet your lips with his own. Your eyes flutter shut, and you let out a small groan, enough for him to grin into the kiss, instantly warming you from the inside. You leaned into him, practically trying to get into his skin, wanting to be as close as possible before he parted from you.

You take in a sharp breath as you open your eyes, looking at him with such love and devotion that the events of earlier that evening momentarily left Marc’s mind. He looked at you with an equal look of adoration. “I love you. Thank you for loving me.”

You smile, leaning into him again like a lovestruck teenager (which you wouldn’t deny). “And thank you for loving me.”

#moon knight #marc spector x reader #marc x reader #marc spector x gn!reader #marc spector #oscar isaac #200 follower special

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spadecentral · 2 years

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Love Song [Riddle x Reader]

@theheavilyindulgentgoat asked: 7 with Riddle (obviously) for the event, please!!! Gosh, there are so many good ones, but I just think the music one comes with so much potential comedy!! Imagining my playlist of like chaotic synth rock tango or sappy love songs playing in Riddle's head as he's like, "wtf????" If you would write this? I'd love you forever and ever more than I already do! Again, congrats on the followers! I hope your account continues to grow! And also.... if you would allow... I might request another one of those on the list...

Hi Moo!! Ofc you can request more than one <3 This is also a little short D: sorry about that dear i also kind of changed the prompt a little </3 I might have indulged a little when I slightly mentioned Deuce 💀

Riddle was studying in his room when about ten lines from a song started repeating in his head. He would have looked the lyrics up, but he realized long ago that none of the songs exist. He never understood any of the songs that his soulmate knew.

Allowing his soulmate to indulge in their music, Riddle studied around the mind noise. He got better at ignoring internal noise from when he was a child and his mother made him study.

But today was... particularly hard to work through. A love song was repeated in his head. Over and over.

Who was his soulmate... in love with? He wondered. He wondered how long until his soulmate was in love with him. How long it would take for them to meet.

Sighing, Riddle stared at his schoolwork again. An abrupt change in his soulmates song choice gave him newfound motivation to finish it.

As you walked through the halls of Heartslabyul with Ace and Deuce, you sung one of your favorite songs. It was one of the few things that still reminded you of home.

"Prefect, I always hear you humming that song, but you never say the lyrics aloud," Ace turned to you.

"Ah, it's nothing Ace," You waved him off. "Don't worry about it."

"But I wanna know!! Deuce does too!" Ace pointed accusingly at the blue-haired freshman.

Turning your head to look at Deuce, all you saw was a boy with a slight blush on his face looking down at the ground.

"Really, it's nothing. Just a song from my world." You said, walking off as you rolled your eyes.

Subconsciously humming, Riddle made his way through Heartslabyul. He didn't notice the whispers of the other students, or them cowering in fear. Someone was bound to lose their head if he was... happy? enough to hum. But he had just grown to learn the lyrics to the songs that his soulmate liked.

That you liked.

And you heard him humming. You heard it. You heard your favorite song being hummed from Dormleader Riddle Rosehearts. And that would be your love song.

Forgot the taglist:

#riddle twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst riddle #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #twst x reader #200 follower special #deuce spade #ace trappola #@.twst.works

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ryangravytrain · 10 months

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Can I get uhhhhhhhh NicoJack with Luke calling Quinn like ‘I didn’t know they were TOGETHER together,’ and Quinn is like ‘They kissed at the barbecue last year wdym’

Hello friend! Thank you for following me and always being a cheerleader! Here is your fic!

I hope you like it!!

#hockey rpf #new jersey devils #luke hughes #jack hughes #nico hischier #quinn hughes #fic request #200 follower special #!!! friend!!!

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justalonelyslytherin · 2 years

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Welcome to my 200 Follower Celebration! Holy cow, already 200! Didn't I just post my 100 Follower Celebration yesterday? 😁 Sure feels like I did.

Thank you so much to all the great souls that follow me (I'm partly still in denial anyone would want to follow me or enjoys my content 😅) . I have met great people on here already and I'm always excited to meet even more.

Celebration is open closed

For this celebration I decided to offer 4 things:

Want to get to know the person behind this blog a little better? Send me a number from this list of weird asks

Want to get to know a little bit more about me as a writer and my writing process? Then send me one (or multiple) of the elements from this 'elemental writer asks'

(you can also send in asks about my drawing process too)

Send me one word/one sentence prompts + a character (multiple are also ok) and I'll write a little something for you

Send me this emoji 📔 together with a prompt/quote or a topic and a character. I'll tell you my headcanons for it

Please note that I don't write smut when sending your asks

Who can you send in asks for?

Steve Rogers,

Bucky Barnes,

Ari Levinson,

Ransom Drysdale,

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

The dagger squad

any pairing/couple established & mentioned in my posted fics, such as Lady Whistleblower & Steve Rogers, Lady & Hangman

#200 follower celebration #200 follower special #top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #steve rogers #ari levinson #ransom drysdale #200 followers #celebration #ask away #ask games #sly writes #sly draws

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antiv3nom · 1 year

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poppet antiv3nom's 200 follower special (aka follower special 2: electric boogaloo)

HI GAMERS!!!! okay so. as promised. 200 follower special moments <3

i have TWO things im gonna do for 200 followers!!! number 1 is: please send me asks. thats a challenge. put anything in em. conversation starters. doodles of any quality. stupid copypastas (though nothing too long please). images of characters i enjoy. etc etc.

and number 2 is ART TRADES!!! ive mentioned this a few times over the past few days and i do want to follow through on it!!! so if you wanna do an art trade, just dm me for the details :] havent done one in a while, so im vv excited about the prospect :D

i'm gonna keep this offer open for a few days, until the end of april 1st!!! so not toooooo big a rush, but still an end date, yk?

anyways. thats all!!! ty all so much for following me, i didnt think i'd get here, especially not like, four months after i reached 100???? so genuinely, thank yall so much, im so happy to have everyone <3

#200 follower special #<- event tag :D #not putting this in any main tags i dont think #this ones just for the lads (gender neutral)

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carnivorousyandeere · 11 months

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Also intending to do a 200 follower special on here whenever that happens (at 189 or so rn?) where you guys can send in ideas for new yans if you like— will make a post whenever 200 happens, if it does hehe~

#poll #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere cw #200 follower special

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yuulina-vre · 2 years

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Living with a cop

Summary: Y/N's first day at work.

Pairing: Steve x Bucky x Reader

Word count: 949 words

a/n: This is part of my 200 Follower Special ^^ Feel free to leave a request here.

Steve’s sitting on the couch, his legs nervously moving up and down. His face is set into an absent mask, eyes clouded over with worry. Bucky has been focused on the blonde for the last twenty minutes now, studying his expression and trying to detect just the slightest movement in it. Now and then, he pulls his phone out, messaging Y/N about Steve’s condition with a small aimed smile or sending a picture of the distressed captain. The reason for Steve’s nervousness and worry is Y/N’s first work day. Just a couple of weeks ago, Y/N graduated from the police academy with waving flags of success, and since then, Steve’s been a nervous wreck. Bucky is amused by it. They both gave Y/N their undoubted support and guided her through breakdowns while promising that she’s doing great and that they’re very proud. And though Bucky knows Steve still feels all that, he is amused by the fact that the blonde wishes their girl would work a desk job rather than out on the streets. To be fair. Bucky is worried himself, though he knows Y/N’s partner from illegal file reading, which he doesn’t tell either of his lovers, and he has some faith in him that he will protect his girl. Also, today’s just about learning the drills of the day and getting to know the streets. It’s pretty unlikely that she’s getting called to a robbery, shooting, or anything else life-threatening. She promised to be careful and text when she could, which she has done until now. “Steve.”

“Hm?” Steve’s answer it’s just a high-pitched hum, his mind still not really with them in the room. “She’s fine. She’s texting back and forth with me, and she also ends her shift in half an hour.”

“Hm.” Again, his gaze doesn’t meet Bucky’s, and his legs still bob up and down restlessly. Sighing deeply, Bucky gets up from his seat and pockets his phone. It’s ridiculous. Steve’s not as worried when Bucky goes on missions; he knows that. Probably because Steve knows Bucky can take care of himself, but Y/N’s not that different. Sure, she doesn’t carry the serum through her veins, but she learned martial arts from Nat and can shoot fast enough that any other human being can’t even pull the trigger. She’s capable and intelligent. No harm will come to her, and certainly not as long as he has Bucky and Steve at her side. That’s what Bucky promised her and what he’s determined to go through with. Steve’s nervousness, though starts to take a toll on himself as well. He feels the need to start strolling around and going outside to follow their girl to make 100 percent sure she’s alright. Which still is ridiculous since she’s off shift in thirty minutes. With a last look at Steve, he shuffles into their bedroom and picks up a pair of socks for the blonde. He doesn’t enter the living room again but stops in the doorway to throw the garments at his boyfriend. “Hey!”

“Put them on and get going.” Bucky shakes his head and walks up to the front door. He can hear Steve scrambling behind him. “Where are we going?”

“Police station.”

“Why? Did something happen? Is Y/N alright?” Steve comes barreling into the hallway, one sock half on. “She’s fine punk. I can’t stand your sad excuse of a face any longer. We’ll pick her up from her first shift and treat her to some dinner.”

“Oh. Ok.” Bucky eyes the blonde for a second longer before he shales his head again and grabs his key as he leaves. “Ridiculous.”

Twenty minutes later, Bucky pulls up to Y/N’s station and finds a spot in the parking lot. They leave the car and enter the building. Several uniformed people run around, some younger than others. Bucky’s gaze shifts around until he spots a familiar mop of hair. He pulls Steve behind himself and drags him along. “Excuse me, ma’am. I would like to like a report because of a worried dumbass that’s getting on my nerves. That counts as harassment, right?” Turning around, both boys are met with a startled expression of their girl, though it soon forms into a happy grin. “I’m sorry, sir. I don’t think that’s a valid reason to file a charge, though I think a hug and some kisses could resolve that issue quickly.”

“Yeah? And who can provide something like that? Surely a pretty girl like you won’t mind?”

“I’d be glad to do so.” Y/N walks up to Steve with an even wider grin and hugs him tightly around the middle. “Hey, handsome.”

“Hey, beautiful.” Bucky can see Steve’s shoulder drop and the tension leaving his body. “Ridiculous.”

“What are you two doing here?” Y/N looks up at Steve, planting a small peck on his lips before she turns to Bucky. “We’re picking you up from your first shift and get out to some dinner, so this golden retriever stops moping and worrying.”

“I’m not a dog!”

“Really? Could have mistaken you for one.” Before Steve can argue again or glare at Bucky, Y/N starts laughing and squeezing him a bit more. “You’re so sweet. I want some dinner. Can we go right now?”

“Sure, doll. If you’re ready?” Y/N nods, and Bucky watches Steve guide her outside with a happy expression. He is the perfect picture of a golden retriever. With a last look, Bucky lets his gaze wander through the room, a heavy sigh leaving him. He’s glad their girl is alright but will every day keep them worrying like this from now on?

Oh god.

#Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #Reader #Reader insert #Bucky x Reader #Steve x Reader #Steve x Bucky x Reader #Yuulina writes #200 Follower Special

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genshinfanboy · 2 years

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I’m gonna ask for a matchup 👉🏻👈🏻 I’m an INTP-A and I’m bisexual. I’m pretty boring as you know and I value my free time and naps greatly. You already know my sass puts tighnari and Yae to shame 😌 but I know when to turn it down when needed. I’m blunt and have mastered the art of “bullshit detection”

Congrats on 200 and here’s to many more deserved followers 💜

Sands💙!! Hello! How dare you call yourself boring. It is very untrue. You already know who I'd match up you up with. Though the rules of this event say only released characters so you'll have to keep my original reasoning for him for now. Thank you to the congratulations. 💙 feel free to take this with a grain of salt. Please enjoy and I hope you have a day that's as wonderful as you are.

You'd be matched with Yelan:

I think you and Yelan would match very well together. Yelan enjoys the thrill of danger and would enjoy coming home and relaxing with you. Should you ever need so time to yourself she will grant it. She would gladly listen to you and enjoy your sassy comments from time to time. She would enjoy you wit and how blunt you can be from time to time. Any quiet remarks you may make be assured she'd be listening with amusement. So long as the comments aren't made about her. She would enjoy hearing your thought process as you tend to notice small details most don't. She would find you very capable and interesting. Yelan would appreciate your ability to know when and I quote you "are too old to be dealing with pointless drama". It would be nice to return to see you after her dangerous adventures and just relax with you. I feel like she'd also value your opinion on things that may seem mundane to others. She would enjoy having some tea with you. If you'd want to accompany her on an adventure she wouldn't mind. Just make sure to stay close to her. Introduce her to your children (the aranaar) and she will treat them all well. She would respect your maturity and how you both can talk things out. She would adore how excited you get about somethings. All around a good relationship where you'd understand the other's needs and have quite a bit of fun.

#genshin impact #yelan x reader #taylor writes #200 follower special

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pinchofhoney · 1 year

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Hiii! Can you do "god, sometimes it's so hard to... to not kiss you, you know?" with Pedro Pascal? Thank you! 🥰 Congratulations on reaching this milestone!

don't stand so close to me # 200 follower special event

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pedro pascal x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

warning: it's a fluff but might be slightly suggestive

summary: There's always been an air of excitement surrounding secret relationships.

a/n: hi hello, and thank you!!<33 thank you for joining the event! this piece of writing wasn't supposed to go in the direction it went, but i'm not complaining, y'know. let me tell you, i was giggling while writing the last scenes

pages that may interest you: masterlist ♡ taglist ♡ who i write for

taglist: @wolfmoonmusic @alexxavicry @babypeapoddd @domaniquessidehoe @one-sweet-gubler

The night sky was a canvas of twinkling stars, each one shining as bright as the next. Hollywood was bustling with life and excitement, as the highly anticipated Academy Awards was underway. You never imagined being part of such a grand event, as you often preferred the comfort of your own home while watching it on TV. Tonight, however, was going to be different, because your boyfriend was going to be one of the presenters and he wanted you to be by his side.

As you stepped out onto the red carpet, the energy was electrifying. The atmosphere was abuzz with people, cameras flashing, and voices echoing through the air. All eyes were on the biggest names in the entertainment industry, and tonight, Pedro was one of them. As he emerged from the car, he was immediately surrounded by a swarm of reporters and fans, all vying for his attention. But Pedro remained cool and collected, flashing his infectious grin.

Pedro was one of the most popular actors at the moment, known for his quick wit and charm. He was dressed to impress, donning a sleek black Gucci suit and stylish hand jewelry that complemented his rugged good looks. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and admiration as you stood by his side, watching him navigate the sea of people with ease. Tonight was a night to remember, and you were grateful to be a part of it all with Pedro.

But as much as he loved the spotlight, there was only one person he had on his mind as he walked down the red carpet – you. Your relationship had been a secret for almost a year, and Pedro was determined to keep it that way. He knew that being in the public eye came with intense scrutiny and didn't want to subject you to the same level of lack of daily privacy as he did.

As you walked down the red carpet together, Pedro couldn't help but steal glances at you. You looked absolutely stunning in a black gown that hugged your curves in all the right places. Your hair was styled in natural waves, cascading gently over your shoulders. Pedro felt a tug of pride and admiration as he looked at you, knowing that you were the one person who truly mattered to him.

The cameras clicked away as you posed for photos together, Pedro wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. He wanted to show the world that you were the most important person in his life, even if they didn't know the extent of your relationship.

As you approached the end of the red carpet, Pedro leaned in close to you, his breath hot on your ear. “God, sometimes it's so hard to... to not kiss you, you know?” he whispered. Your eyes widened in surprise, and you couldn't help but blush bright red. You knew that you had to be careful not to reveal your relationship in front of the cameras. If it had happened at the Oscars, everyone would have been talking about it, especially since Pedro was now a hot topic. But he just grinned and took your hand, leading you out of the public's view and into the theater.

As you got comfortable in your seats, Pedro found himself unable to resist stealing quick glimpses at you. He reached over to take your hand, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over the back of your hand. You knew that he was nervous about his presentation, but he seemed to find comfort in the fact that you were there by his side.

As the show went on, Pedro lost himself in the excitement and energy of the night. He cheered on his friends and colleagues, clapping and laughing and joking around. But as the night wore on, he found himself growing increasingly distracted. He couldn't stop thinking about you, about how stunning you looked in that tight-fitting dress, he much he loved you and how badly he wanted to be alone with you, away from the flashing cameras and the adoring fans.

Finally, as the show drew to a close and the winners were announced, Pedro's desire to return home was getting closer to coming true. It had been a long night with a lot of people surrounding him from all sides, and even his puppy personality needed a break. But all that mattered all the time was that he was there with you, the woman he loved more than anything in the world.

As you left the theater and made your way back to the car, Pedro kept his arm around you, looking at you with a mix of love and playful frustration. “I know we have to keep our relationship a secret,” he said quietly. “But I don't want to hide anymore. I want to shout it from the rooftops. You can't even imagine how hard it is for me to keep my hands to myself.”

You chuckled, knowing exactly what he meant. Pedro had always been a bit of a flirt, and you loved teasing him about it. “A little self-discipline hasn't hurt anyone yet.”

Pedro grinned, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “Oh, I have plenty of self-discipline,” he said, leaning in closer to your ear. “I just choose not to use it when it comes to you.” You couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach at his words. There was something about the way he looked at you, like you were the only person in the world who mattered to him, that made you feel so loved and cherished. The chemistry between you two was undeniable, and keeping it a secret only added to the excitement. But you knew the risks of revealing your relationship – the paparazzi would be all over you, and you didn't want to be the center of attention like that.

As you climbed into the car, Pedro couldn't resist stealing a quick kiss before settling into his seat. You both knew the drive home would be quiet as the exhaustion of the night was finally setting in. You leaned back in your seat, letting out a contented sigh. The warmth of Pedro's hand on your thigh, as he drive, was all you needed to feel safe and loved. As the car drove through the city, you looked out the window, watching the lights flash by. You couldn't help but think about how lucky you were to have found someone like Pedro. He was charming, talented, and kind, but above all, he loved you for who you were.

Pedro's voice interrupted your thoughts. “You know, I have something else planned for us tonight,” he said, a mischievous grin on his face. “But I can't tell you what it is yet. It's a surprise.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “A surprise? You know I don't like surprises, Pedro.”

He chuckled. “Oh, I know. But trust me, you'll like this one.”

As the car pulled up in front of Pedro's apartment building, he leaned over and kissed you again. “Come on,” he said, opening the door. “Let's go see what I have in store for us.”

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