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chuunai · 4 months

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Henlo I have something to add to the 100 followers event if that’s cool

Dazai with scenario 2 and prompt 16. Idk how these things traditionally go but…. Your stuff seems good so far and I’m excited to see what you do with this

Thank you thank you, Anon. Also sorry for how long this took everyone I swear I’m combing through the requests 3_3

✧˚ · . dad first, detective second - dazai osamu

who would’ve imagined the demon prodigy having a hellion of his own?

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, established relationship (marriage with reader), SFW → baby baby baby, Dazai really likes your boobs, etc.

It’s a perfect night, really.

Your warm body resting against his, limbs lazily tossed over each other as you snuggled and acted like lovesick fools. Moonlight poured in from the cracks of the curtains, casting small slivers on your face. Dazai couldn’t help but think of an angel when it came to you. A heavenly being that granted him a new life and forgave him for his past.

Nudging at your cheek with his nose, his voice came out in a sleepy tone.

“You should sleep, [name].”

His hand reached up to cup your face, playfully using his thumbs to gently close your eyelids like one would do with a body. He’d seen many people in the Mafia do that—try and make the deaths they caused seem more peaceful rather than a brutal end. Dazai himself never did that. No need in beautifying a simple concept of its finality and simplicity.

“Can’t. I know she’s about to wake up. It’s nearly eleven, and we put her to sleep at seven. I can tell.”

You shook your head stubbornly, looking at the baby monitor nearby where static noise and the occasional mix of a tiny snore and coo came from.

His little hellion.

Really, he had no clue how he got so lucky. First with the fact that he impregnated you and you carried his baby. Second with the fact that he had his own family now. And third with the fact she looked so much like him. Thick brown curls of hair on her head, big curious eyes that looked at him so adoringly. The tiny freckles and birthmarks scattered across her skin. She had some of your features, yes, but they were more subtle than his features.

Coupled with the fact that she was a bundle of energy and sass like him.

“I insist, pretty. Shinju needs her daddy too.”

He knew how much she made you tired with her habit for refusing to nap for more than an hour or two coupled with breastfeeding and the general responsibility and time that being a mom took. Dazai wanted to spend time with his daughter too and relieve your stress. You’d get sleep, he’d get to see Shinju. Win-win, in all accounts.

Hell, he even gave you puppy eyes in the darkness of your room.

“I…fine. But don’t wake me up if you screw up.”

Dramatically, he sighed and frowned, placing a hand on his heart.

“Does my ‘bella really think I’m an incompetent father? How heartbreaking and cruel of her!”

Much to his relief, you playfully groaned, pinching his sides lightly.

“I didn’t say that, dummy. God, I swear Shinju is more mature than you.”

Jesus, you were so insulting tonight. How was the baby that tried to put anything she could in her mouth more mature than him? Sure, he was a bit funny and childish, but he wasn’t a baby. Well, if he had his face buried in your boobs he’d be a baby. Still, it’s not his fault that they’re just so big and warm and squishy and seem to beg for his attention.

Which is what he soon did, resting his head on your chest while cupping them softly. You were wearing one of his shirts and a nursing bra underneath. He wished you weren’t wearing anything at all, but it wasn’t fair to ask for that when you recently gave birth just a mere two months ago. His libido lowered itself only for you. And when you did have sex—quickies when Shinju would nap—, he was so much nicer and loving than usual. The mother of his child didn’t deserve rough mean sex, no, she deserved gentle treatment under the sheets of their futon.

You deserved everything that he could possibly give you.

So when the small baby demon eventually began to wake up and whimper, he pressed a kiss onto your cheek and slowly got up, whistling a small tune under his breath before waking to the makeshift nursery nearby.

Opening the door slowly, he made his way to the crib and picked up his sniffling newborn, shushing her comfortingly.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Daddy’s here. We don’t want to wake up mama, okay?”

Her tiny hands balled up into fists, weakly moving around and occasionally hitting his chest. Sitting down on the rocking chair nearby, he fumbled around for one of her stuffed animals, grabbing the familiar bunny as he placed it in her arms.

“Look there, Shinju. It’s your bunny!”

From an authoritative Mafia executive to a tired loving father. Lord, Chuuya would be laughing his ass off. Or have that stupid face of confusion while he’d berate Dazai with questions about what unlucky woman had to bear his spawn. But what could that short alcoholic of a ginger say? No woman wanted to birth his babies.

He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts when Shinju’s tiny fingers began to grab at his chest, thinking he could feed her too. He could, just not straight from the source unlike you. Standing up, he went over to the mini-fridge nearby which contained bottles of your milk. It wasn’t too chilly, and so he carried it and the cooing baby to the kitchen where he warmed it up in the microwave.

After it warmed up, he carefully began to feed her, leaning back against the counter as he did so.

It still felt so odd to him. Caring and loving someone he helped to create. His self from ten years ago would never believe it—that they’d find love and even have a baby after escaping the Mafia. He had you to thank for that. The one who picked up the discarded pieces of his soul and welded it into the man he is today—a father first, and a detective second.

Kinda rushed the end but I couldn’t think of anything more :(

Tags: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts, @xxcandlelightxx

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topguncortez · 3 months

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“i’m worried that if we go there, and things don't work out... things might never be the same.” with rooster! please and thank you! :)

prompts list:) thank you for the request!

All of Rooster’s life he was told that everyone gets one “great love” in their life. His mother’s great love was obviously his father and the one reason why she never remarried. Rooster could remember when he was about 13 or 14, asking his mother why she never remarried. It had been over 10 years since his father’s passing and Carole had never so much as looked at a male the way she did Goose.

“Because it wouldn’t be fair,” Carole told her son, a sad smile on her face, “It wouldn’t be fair to marry a man knowing I couldn’t love him the way I love your father. He was my great love… and I’ll never find another one like that.”

Bradley wondered if towards the end of her life, when she was alone in the house for those last couple of years when he was off at school, if maybe, just maybe she wished she had someone there. He asked her again, on one of the last good days she had, if she wished she had found someone to spend her life with.

Carole again, gave him a sad smile, “It wouldn’t be fair. There’s only one person I’ve been praying about seeing again.”

Bradley hadn’t realized it at the time, but the older he got, the more he envied what his parents had. “A Great Love” that was as if it came straight from a romance novel. “A Great Love” that held steady for years, despite his father being deceased for more than half of it. “A Great Love” that seemed to come so easy to them but for Bradley, was nearly impossible.

Except, it wasn’t impossible.

No, Bradley did have a “Great Love”, in the form of the neighbor girl who lived in the blue house next door. The girl who used to make mudpies with in the backyard. The girl who teased him relentlessly when he got braces only to end up with wires on her own teeth a couple of weeks later. The girl who is his best friend… and is currently crying on his couch over her now ex-boyfriend.

“A-And he was saying stuff and I-“ You sucked in a deep breath, trying to will the tears to stop falling down your cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Ducky," Rooster said, using the age-old nickname, even though he wasn't in the slightest sorry. Sure, he felt bad that you got your heartbroken, but he was celebrating the fact that Douchebag Dan was finally out of your life, "You deserve better."

"I thought he was the one!" You sobbed, "He had me sending him ring options!"

And suddenly Bradley hated Douchebag Dan even more than he did fifteen minutes ago when you showed up at his doorstep.

"Hey," Bradley said shifting closer to you, his thigh touching yours, "You know what this means though, right," You looked up at him with big sad eyes and the most adorable wobble of your bottom lip, "Your great love is still out there."

You rolled your eyes, "I'm starting to think that's a hock of shit," You flopped back on the couch defeated, "I've dated three guys in my lifetime all for over two years and none of them have put a ring on my finger," You held up your hand, wiggling your ring finger, "It's just not going to happen. I don't have a great love."

"Sure you do."

"Where!?" You looked over at Bradley, "Where is mine?"

"Maybe, you're looking too hard for it. Maybe they're closer than you think," Bradley simply shrugged, reaching for his beer bottle on the coffee table.

"Yeah?" You quipped, "What about you? Have you met your 'great love'."

Bradley sucked in a breath, knowing he couldn't lie to you about this or hell, about anything, "Yeah," He admitted, "But she doesn't feel the same."

You felt a pang in your heart, causing you to sit up, pulling your legs underneath you, "Does she know?"

Bradley shrugged, "I think so. I mean, I-I've known her forever."

"Oh," You were trying to rack your brain of the potential girls that Bradley had his heart set on, "Do I know her?"

"Mhm," Bradley pursed his lips, taking another sip of his beer for he stupidly gave himself and his stupid crush away. A stupid crush that could mean the end of the longest, greatest friendship he has ever had. You were the one thing from his childhood that had managed to stick around. You were there when his mother died, when his dreams of following his father's footsteps came crashing down, when he got his acceptance letter to UVA, when he graduated flight school and got his wings, when he graduated from TopGun.

All the major memories that Bradley had, you were always right there. He couldn't let a stupid crush end that. He couldn't let his heart and his feelings complicate things. He couldn't-

"It's Phoenix, isn't it?"

Bradley spat his beer out of his mouth, coating the coffee table in sticky alcohol. Your eyes widened as he coughed and wiped the beer from his lips.

"What?" He choked out.

"Your great love," You muttered, "Is it Phoenix?"

"Hell no," Bradley shook his head, "That-that's crazy."

"Not really, she's pretty and you're around her all the-"

"It's you," Bradley cut you off.

You felt your heart stop in your chest as you stared at your best friend, "W-What?"

He sighed, hanging his head in shame, "It's you, Y/N. It has always been you. You are my "great love"."

"Bradley, I-"

Bradley shook his head, "I didn't mean to do this. Not when you're upset over Douchebag Dan, but. . .fuck, I can't take it anymore," He stood up from his spot on the couch, beginning to pace, "Watching you go with guys who have no idea what it means for you to look at them like they hung the fucking stars. To have you love them and kiss them and be with them day after fucking day. I love you, Y/N. I have been in love with you."

Fresh tears were in your eyes as you looked at the man who is your best friend, "Why didn't you tell me?" Your voice was barely above a whisper.

"Because I’m worried that if we go there, and things don't work out... things might never be the same," Bradley's big brown eyes shone with unshed tears, "And you're all I have left. I can't lose you."

"You won't lose me," You stood up from your spot on the couch, walking over to him, "Cause I love you too," You grabbed his face in your hands and placed a kiss on his lips.

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fxrmuladaydreams · 7 months

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Tell me if this is too much but could we pretty please get prompts 90,91and 92 together??

Lando and the reader are in a secret relationship and she thinks he just doesn’t love her the way she loves him and that he is embarrassed that she’s not a model or whatever.

They have an argument because some other guy asks her out on a date and Lando is like don’t go and she’s upset and says why not? She never gets to go on dates because Lando never takes her 💔

Truth is he loves her a lot and is scared that the media and outsiders will hurt her and hurt their relationship. 😭

send me thoughts/blurb requests (sfw & nsfw) for lando weekend

Lando was on top of the world, that much was clear. He and Carlos had finally managed their 1-2 they had dreamed about when they both drive for McLaren. Even though Carlos wore red on the top step of that podium, they had still done it.

He was grinning from the moment he got out of the car, rushing over to hug Carlos before he even took his helmet off. You could see it in his eyes though, the way they squinted when he smiled. He grinned as he pulled the helmet off his head along with his balaclava, his sweat-damp curls sticking out every which way.

He gave Oscar a hug, and cheered with the rest of his team. It was truly a moment Lando had been dreaming about for a while, and yet you had to watch it all unfold on a television in Lando’s Monaco apartment.

It was always hard when Lando traveled for work. Having to hide your relationship when he was around was hard enough, but seeing him travel to far off countries while he kept you cooped up in his apartment felt like a dagger in your chest.

You longed to be there, to share in these moments with Lando, but he was insistent that you stay behind, that you keep your relationship behind closed doors, away from the media, away from his friends, away from everyone.

You wanted nothing more than to live in that moment with Lando, to share in his happiness with him in person, in front of everyone. But he wanted nothing more than to keep your relationship locked away. You deserved someone who could love you publicly, someone who wouldn’t be ashamed to hold you in public, to share your affections with the world. You deserved better.

It takes Lando another few days to travel back home after Singapore, and he’s only got a few days before he has to travel out to Japan. He’s happy to spend what little time he has free before his next race at home in Monaco though, knowing you’ll be there to greet him with open arms and soft kisses.

He’s surprised to find his apartment empty when he returns though. He drops his bag at the door and walks further in, calling out your name. His room looks oddly bare, the bed perfectly made, a note resting on his pillow.

Lando,

I’m sorry, I just can’t do this anymore. I can’t hide in the shadows because you’re ashamed of me, or ashamed of your love for me. Whichever it is, it’s taken a toll on me, and I imagine on you as well. I think I might be in some kind of love with you, but I can’t set myself up for heartbreak.

You did amazing in Singapore, and I know you’ll be just as great, if not better, in Japan. I wish I could’ve been there to experience that with you.

~Y/n

Lando’s eyes scanned over the page again and again and again, until the words were burned into his brain. Surely this was just a small blip in your relationship. Maybe he was being neglectful to you, but he never meant for this to come of it.

He forces himself to shower and change into a fresh pair of clothes. He lies in his bed alone, remembering just how cold it is without you sleeping next to him.

When he wakes up he finds himself holding your pillow to his chest. The scent of your shampoo still lingers on the pillowcase, pulling him into a false sense of security. He notices that he’s managed to sleep on your side of the bed, his body subconsciously searching for yours in his sleep.

He tries to call you, to text you, but you don’t answer him. He figures you need time, another day or two. But he’s only got one more day before he’s back on a plane to Japan.

He gathers up the courage to go to your apartment. He was always welcome, you told him, you even gave him a key, but now he feels like he’s a stranger. He knocks on the door, and his breath catches in his throat when you open it.

You’ve got a dress on, the white one with the yellow flowers on it. It’s the dress you wore on your first date. Well, the first time you shared a meal with Lando in his apartment.

You look confused to see him. “What are you doing here Lando?”

He searches for the right words, for any words really, but comes up with nothing other than “You look nice.”

You roll your eyes and walk back into your apartment. Lando notices you don’t close the door behind you, is it an invitation to come inside? He’s taking it as one.

He closes the door behind him as he walks in. He glances around, your apartment pretty much looks the same, save for a few photo frames he’s noticed now sit face down on their respective shelves.

“Lando, I really need to get ready to leave, so again, what are you doing here?” You ask as you look for a pair of shoes to wear.

“You wore the white strappy ones… on our first date.” He avoids your question.

You’re surprised he remembers such a small detail. You shake your head. “We never went on any dates. We sat in your apartment with takeout.”

“They felt like dates…” He mumbles to himself.

“No Lando. This,” you gesture to yourself “this is what going on a date is like. Getting ready to actually be seen in public with someone. To spend time together outside the walls of their home.”

“You’ve got a date?”

You sigh. “Yeah, I do.”

He’s at a loss for words. It’s been a day since you left him the note, how do you already have a date?

“My friend has been dying to set me up. So I told her she could.”

Lando feels something in his stomach turn. “Don’t go on that date.”

“Why?”

“You know why.” It has to be clear to you how much he cares about you, how much he loves you.

“Say it.”

He takes a moment too long to speak before you’re pulling your shoes on.

“You shouldn’t go on that date because you belong with me. We belong together. It’s me and you, not you and a stranger.”

“I can’t be with you if you’re just going to constantly hide me. I can’t live in the shadows anymore. I’m tired of feeling like I’m not enough.” Your last sentence is quiet as you turn away from him.

“Not enough? You’re everything.” He reaches out for your arm and softly pulls you back to him. “You’re what I look forward to the most every week. You’re the reason I want to win races.” His hands falls further down your arm so that he’s holding your hand. “Y/n, I didn’t want to go public because I was afraid you wouldn’t like it. I was scared that it would be too much, having cameras shoved in your face, being followed around everywhere you go… I didn’t want you to resent me for the life it would give you…”

His eyes are welled up with unshed tears. His hand squeezes yours as he tries to keep hold of the one good constant in his life.

“Please, please don’t go on that date.” His voice cracks.

You’re quick to wrap your arms around him, cradling his head in your neck. His arms wrap around your waist tightly, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets you go.

You agree to give your relationship another try with Lando, on the condition that he doesn’t hide the relationship. He takes you with him to Japan, keeping his hand interlocked with yours as you walk through the paddock. He’s proud when he introduces you to the McLaren team, calling you his girlfriend with a grin on his face.

When he and Oscar both score second and third he’s ecstatic. Both gaining large points for the team is cause for major celebration in the garage. You stand with the team when he parks his car. This time his eyes search for you in the crowd.

As soon as he finds you he throws his arms around you. His race suit is warm, sweat marks are visible in some spots. His face is lined with marks from his balaclava and helmet. He looks beautiful.

“If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?” You ask him as he hugs you.

He practically dives down to kiss you when he pulls away from your hug. You can hear the crowd cheering and cameras flashing, but it’s all just fuzzy in the background of Lando giving you the perfect kiss.

#lando norris x reader #lando norris #lando weekend #formula one x reader #ln4

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neo404 · 2 months

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(Here is some prompts i came up with )

Nicks boyfriend meeting his parents for the first time

Nicks boyfriend trying to teach him how to drive

Nick and reader shower together

Nick and reader slow dancing together in the kitchen or his bedroom

Nick is meeting the readers parents for the first time and he is nervous

Falling again.

Summary: moments in which Nick realized he loves you more and more everyday you spend together.

Tw: cursing.

Note: for the last scenario I HAD to make the dad latino, Idk why, I just had to (I’m latino btw)

1: Meetings

‘’I swear they will be nice.’’ Nick grabs my hand as we walk to the restaurant.

‘’I know, they sound so kind and supportive. But I’m just nervous, what is I say something weird? What if they don’t like me?’’

‘’Don’t say that, they already love you. I talk about you non stop to them, they already love you, trust me.’’ His thumb caresses my hand and I let out a sigh.

‘’All right, I got this. It will be fine.’’ I take a deep breathe and open the door of the nice restaurant Nick choose. We approach the table where his parents were already sitting and I smile at them widely. ‘’Hello, it’s so nice to finally meet you.’’ Nicks mom stands up and gives me a tiny hug, I shake my father in laws hand. As I sit next to Nick, I try to get myself together.

‘’We are so excited to meet you; you won’t believe the incredible things Nick says about you. I’m so happy that my boy found someone as sweet and loving as you.’’ His mom’s voice is sweet, it makes me feel less anxious.

‘’The pleasure is mine, truly.’’

‘’How did you and Nick meet?’’ His dad asks.

‘’Well, it’s a funny story actually.’’ Nick says. ‘’I think you should tell it.’’ He looks at me lovingly.

‘’Well, I was buying coffee one morning and as I was leaving the shop someone who passed by me running blew the cup out of my hands and it landed directly on my new sweater.’’ Nick shrugs his shoulders and points at himself. ‘’So, he comes back, sweaty and out of hair. He introduces himself and tells me that he’s sorry, and that he wants to buy me a new coffee. And I said fine, so we talked about whatever, and then I remembered I had a job interview, but my sweater and shirt was all drenched in brown, so we changed shirts and he gave me his jacket. And he asked for my number so we can give back our things.’’ I smile while telling the story, it’s one of my favorite moments together. ‘’And we did, I had my clean sweater and shirt back, and the rest is history.’’

‘’Awww, that’s so sweet.’’ Nicks mom puts a hand to her chest. ‘’Nick, he’s such a sweet guy.’’

‘’Yeah, he is.’’ He smiles at her.

‘’I guess I am. Have you already seen the menu? There’s a lot of options to choose from.’’ I smile at them.

‘’Oh no, we haven’t seen it.’’ Nicks dad says. And as they start to eye the menu and talk to each other, Nick leans into my hear.

‘’I love you so much. I really do.’’ He whispers.

‘’I love you more.’’ I whisper back.

2: Patience

‘’No, that’s the brakes.’’ I point at his feet and he lets out a groan.

‘’They look the same.’’

‘’Of course, they look the same, they are both pedals. What do you expect?’’

‘’I don’t know, this is so frustrating.’’

‘’I know, I know. It’s fine, we just have to be patient. Now, drive.’’ Nicks foot slams down on the accelerator and then puts it up fast, making the car go forward at full speed just a few centimeters. ‘’SLOWLY, drive slowly.’’

‘’Yeah, I can do that.’’ Nicks tense hands wrap around the steering wheel and his foot goes down the pedal slowly, more moderated.

‘’See, better now.’’ I cheer him up. ‘’Now, lets turn to the right.’’ As Nick tries to turn right, we end up in the top of the sidewalk, with a trashcan on the floor.

‘’I give up.’’ Nick says crossing his arms.

‘’Me too.’’ I look at his disappointed face. ‘’But it’s all right, not everyone is built for this, is a hard think to learn and do, I’m so proud of you for trying.’’ I rub his shoulder and kiss his cheek. ‘’Plus, I love the fact that you can drive, it makes us spend more time together.’’ I see his tiny frown turn into a smile.

‘’Yeah, I like that too.’’ He looks at me and gives me a kiss on the lips. ‘’I think we should switch sits so we can go back to my house.’’

‘’Yeah, we also have to pick up that trashcan.’’

I hear him laugh. ‘’You are right. Thank you for trying. I love you.’’ Nicks hand is on my cheek.

‘’I love you more, now get off the car before someone calls the police.’’

3: Trust

‘’Hey, you sure you wanna do this?’’ He looks at me concerned, both of his hands on my cheeks making me look at him in the eye.

‘’Yes, I trust you. I wanna be closer to you, to feel like we can be intimate and vulnerable with each other. I really want to do this Nick, I’m sure.’’

‘’All right.’’ He kisses my forehead and let’s go of my face. He opens the door to his bathroom and the room is lithe with scented candles. ‘’I wanted to make it special. I’m sorry if it’s too corny.’’

‘’No, it’s perfect, I love it.’’ We walk inside and Nick closes the door behind him, walking near the shower he turns it on and regulates the water. He turns to me and gulps. ‘’I want you to take off my clothes.’’ I say trying too not be too shy. He nods, taking of my shirt slowly, he eyes my body, taking in every inch of it. I help him with his shirt, and soon enough we are both surrounded by the hot water of the shower. We don’t speak, there is no need for it. His hands clean my body and I clean his. The strong smell of his shampoo and soap rub into me. His arms hug me and with the help of the water, they keep me warm. This is all I wanted and more, all I needed and more.

When we finish with the shower, we help each other dry, he puts his pajamas on, I put his pajamas on.

‘’Thank you.’’ I whisper as he helps me dry my hair.

‘’It’s nothing, thank you.’’

‘’It was nice, it felt amazing. I love you, Nick.’’

‘’I love you more.’’ He kisses my cheek and his hands keep moving the towel on my head.

4: Only fools rush in

‘’Now, we put the cookies on the oven.’’

‘’All right, cookies on the oven. How long do we have to wait?’’ Nick asks as he opens the oven carefully.

‘’Like an hour I think.’’ I see him put the trail with cookies on the oven and close it off.

‘’An hour?’’ he scoffs. Grabbing his phone and skipping the song that was playing on the tiny speaker on top of the table.

‘’I like that song, don’t skip it.’’ I say smiling as I start to sing along. ‘’Wise men say, only fools rush in…’’ I sing as I twirl and dance alone. I hear the music going up a bit, I see Nick walk up to me, putting his hands around my waist, I wrap my arms around his neck.

‘’But I can’t help, falling in love with you.’’ He whispers into my ear as we move back and forward to the beat of the song.

Shall I stay?

Would it be, would it be a sin?

If I can't help falling in love with you.

‘’Did you know that I’m in love with you?’’ Nicks chest vibrates as he speaks.

‘’Yes, I am aware. Do you know that I love you?’’

‘’I know. How much?’’

‘’More than you imagine.’’

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things, you know, are meant to be.

‘’We are like an old married couple, dancing in the kitchen, baking cookies. I love it.’’ I smile looking at him in the eyes.

‘’We are, we just aren’t old, or married. But we can fix the last part pretty soon.’’

Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you.

5: Not the same

‘’Come on, breath in and out. It’s all right, my parents are… nice.’’

‘’Why did you hesitate?’’ Nick freaks out.

‘’Well, they are a bit over protective, but it’s normal. I have told them all the great thing about you, it will be fine.’’ I squeeze his hand as I open the door to my parent house.

‘’Hi mom, hi dad. how are you?’’ I hug my parents.

‘’All good, exited to finally meet your boyfriend.’’ My mom says.

‘’Yeah, we have to see who is dating mi hijito, plus, we have to see if he is bueno. Mira todos esos tatuajes, igualito a mi, se ve que es rudo el chico, me gusta.’’

‘’What? Sorry, what did he say?’’ Nick looks at me concerned.

‘’He said that you are covered in tattoos just like him, that you seem like a tough guy and he liked that.’’ Nick smiles.

‘’Oh… yeah, I am a tough guy.’’ He smiles at my dad.

‘’Eso mijo. Now, let’s go, tu pa preparo una parrillada riquisima, al gringo le va a encantar.’’ I laugh and nod to him, grabbing Nick by the hand and walking with him to the dinning table.

‘’My dad cooked barbecue, he says you will love it.’’

‘’Yeah, yeah. I will love it.’’ Nick smiles as he sits on the table next to me.

‘’See, it’s fine. Thank you for coming, I really wanted you to meet my parents.’’

‘’It’s nothing, thank you for inviting me. Means the world to me, I love you.’’

‘’I love you more.’’

#nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x you #sturniolo triplets x reader #nick sturniolo x male reader

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illicitlimerence-writes · 2 years

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this feeling | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x best friend!reader word count: 2k words request: nope, at least i don’t think so. prompt: my birthday party is in full swing but it’s too much for me right now, so I grab a bottle of wine and go up to the rooftop. that’s where you find me eventually. found here! warnings: talks about anxiety, social anxiety and themes like that. also, drinking. a/n: it’s my birthday! and as a gift, for both me and you, here’s a 100% self indulgent fic. hope you like it!

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never a big fan of her birthday, it wasn’t a surprise when her surprise party turned a little too overwhelming for her. she was happy her closest friends were there, even some of her best friend’s friends, who eventually became her own.

charles had been the best friend anyone could ever ask for. having known each other since their teenage years, when he was still in f2. because of her father’s job they’d been invited to the f1 abu dhabi grand prix, and it was also the last race in his category.

whilst her father was more focused on the main event, she was interested in the junior category, too. mainly because there were less people gathered around to watch it, which helped with her anxiety when she was around big crowds.

she’d met charles after his race win, he was surrounded by his friends and family, and someone grabbed the bottle of champagne from his hand and started spraying it at him, but she was caught in the crossfire as she was walking by right at that moment. she couldn’t help but yelp, which caught their attention.

“sorry!” charles’ little brother, arthur, said as he took a step back and gave the bottle to the oldest leclerc, lorenzo.

“uhh, no worries,” she sighed, looking down at her wet jacket. it was useless to have it on to try and fight the night chilly wind, so she took it off and held it in her hand as she turned around to walk away.

“hey, wait,” someone caught up to her. she turned her head, seeing charles in front of her a shy smile on her face, “i’m so sorry about my brother, it’s just… the euphoria and all-”

“it’s okay. i saw the race, it was really good. congratulations.” she said, and at that moment a particularly cold gust of wind made her shiver, “i have to go.”

“thanks. um, here-” he zipped down his own jacket, filled with the team and sponsor’s logos. “take this, so you don’t get cold.”

“oh, uh, there’s no need, really-”

“please, i insist,” she sighed, looking down at his hand.

“okay. thank you,” she smiled, taking it and putting it on. she had to bite back the smile that was threatening to appear on her face as the warmth of his jacket enveloped her.

“i- i’m charles, by the way.” he said, extending his hand. she smiled, shaking it.

“(y/n),” she said.

and that was it. they’d ran into each other later that day, while the f1 race was going on, since everyone was gathered at the same spot to watch the race, it left the paddock free to wander around. charles called her name, and they talked the entire time, he opened up to her and she did the same, they exchanged numbers and promised to keep in touch.

flash forward five years later, she hugged charles as a group of fifteen people surprised her in charles’ apartment. it was the only place she’d agree to go without being suspicious. plus, it was where she was staying for her week in monaco.

“thank you, cha,” she smiled, rising to her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

“ah, it’s nothing. only the best for the best,” he poked her sides, emitting an adorable yelp followed by giggles. she was quickly approached by her friends waiting there.

throughout their years of friendship charles insisted she visited him at least once every two months, which caused her to start getting to know people on her own and expanding her friend group in that small country.

she said hello to everyone, and felt a small pang in her chest when she received a few gifts. she didn’t like the idea of people feeling pressured or forced to spend time and money on her, but the people there made her forget about that thought for a little while.

it wasn’t until two hours later, when her shoulders started feeling tense, that she knew it was time to take a step back. she slid into the kitchen, opening the fridge door and grabbing her bottle of wine. even though charles lived a life full of luxuries, in which he could buy the most expensive things known to mankind, she always made sure to bring him down to earth. her favorite way was making him go to the grocery store and buy the cheapest bottle of wine he could find. a sweet rose that she’d grown to love throughout the years.

she slipped away unnoticed, everyone was too caught up in a story charles’ friend, pierre was saying. besides the harbor and charles’ apartment, the rooftop in his building was one of her favorite places in monte carlo. it overlooked everything, it had a 360 view of the entirety of monaco, and the night sky.

she stood by the edge, opening the bottle and taking a sip of the sweet wine. she smiled as she thought to everything they’d done that day, from a short ride on his yacht where they enjoyed breakfast, to a walk around, visiting her favorite shops and spots. and a nice dinner before making their way to her surprise party.

she was so lucky to have someone like charles as her best friend. he was so selfless, always putting people before himself, showing his love and appreciation for the people he cared about in any way he could. the monegasque was caring. there was no other way to describe him.

charles laughed as he remembered the anecdote pierre was telling, the frenchman loved having all the attention on him, and he knew how to keep a crowd entertained. charles looked to the kitchen, where he’d last spotted her, but couldn’t find her. he thought that maybe she was feeling hungry and wanted something small, so he stood up and went to the guest bedroom, knowing she didn’t like having people watching her eat. he looked for her everywhere, and looked at his watch once he realized she was gone.

it had been too long since her last alone time to recharge. he decided to wait a few minutes before going to the rooftop, wanting her to get enough time to think about her day and get ready to come back. it took him about five months to really get to know her, to understand her quirks, the things she did when she was nervous, stressed, happy. after that, he only had to look at her to know what she was feeling. he could read her like a book.

once charles decided it was time, he took the elevator up to the rooftop, she’d told him many times before that the view relaxed her, something about the way she could see everything but no one could see her.

“thief,” he called her, walking to her, “you stole my wine.”

“it’s my wine, you just bought it,” she chuckled, smiling at him. “how did you know?” she asked.

“it took you longer than i thought, i’m proud of you,” he said, throwing an arm over her shoulders.

“thanks, i think the amount of people, and the people themselves, really helped.” charles nodded, he’d been afraid that fifteen might be a lot for her, but she loved each and every one of them. “we’re improving,” she said, even though it might seem like she was the one who was improving on her social skills, this was a team effort.

“i’m happy to hear that.” he leaned in, touching her head with his. “did you enjoy your day?” he asked, a smile on his face as he waited expectantly.

“yeah, thank you so much, cha,” she looked up at him, a grin on her face. “i loved today.”

“good,” he said, nodding to himself, making a mental note of everything they’d done that day and storing it in the ‘approved’ folder in his head. “we still need to cut the cake,” he nudged her hip with his, a playful gesture that told her they still needed to go back downstairs, but whenever she felt ready.

“you got me a cake?” she asked, bringing the bottle up to her lips.

“obviously! it’s not a birthday without cake.”

“not necessarily,” she said, handing him the bottle, “this whole day felt like a birthday, a good birthday-” she pointed out, “and there was no cake involved until now,”

“so you’re saying you don’t want that red velvet beauty from that place you like?” he said after drinking some of the wine, placing the bottle on the floor. her eyes widened at his words, that was quite possibly her favorite thing on earth, besides charles.

“i’m just saying… you don’t need a birthday to enjoy some good cake, and a birthday is more than that, it’s about the people and the love.” she said, turning so her back was against the ledge.

“did you feel loved today?” he asked. charles walked in front of her, placing his hands on either side of her.

“i did, yeah.” she nodded, a soft smile on her lips. charles grinned, too, and noticed her eyes flicking down to his lips. “and i loved spending most of the day with you, and everything you did for me. it really made me feel… loved.” she’d paused a little before saying the last word, the tone in her voice changed, it was lower… shy.

it took charles a few seconds to try and recognize what she was feeling, but he’d never seen her like this before. this was new, it was… vulnerable, open.

“you are. so loved. by me and everyone downstairs, and many more.” she gave him a tight lipped smile, nodding.

“i know, it just… nevermind, i’m not making any sense because of the booze and the sleep,” she chuckled, trying to move, escape his caging arms, but he didn’t budge. “let’s go back downstairs, i’m sure now that we’re both gone they’ll notice.”

“okay, but- we’re having this conversation later,” he said.

“sure,” she smiled, placing her hands on his shoulders. she stood up on her tiptoes and again, pressed a kiss to his cheek. “we should go back now,” she said, but felt charles’ hands on her waist.

“wait. just… i can’t read you.” he confessed.

“what?” she frowned.

“what is going on in your mind? i- i don’t… i’ve never seen this look in your face. what are you feeling?” she felt her throat closing, she was aware of how much charles knew her, but him admitting that just by looking at her he could tell what she was feeling… it brought a chill down her back.

“i don’t- don’t really know.” she admitted. “i just know that i’ve never felt anything like this before.”

she paused, staring into charles’ eyes, which seemed to shine like the stars lighting up the sky behind him.

“well… make sure to tell me once you figure it out.” he pleaded.

“is… it’s really that important? what if i don’t feel like this ever again?”

“then we’ll have to work on it. try everything so you have this same look on your face again.” he said, sounding completely serious. she wanted to laugh, it was almost funny how wrapped up in this mystery he was.

“okay. deal.” she agreed, for him.

“good.” he nodded, dropping his hands from her waist, reaching for her hands. “we really should go down now,” he started walking backwards, leading her to the elevator.

“you’re gonna fall,” she laughed, grabbing his elbows to help support him.

“you’ve gotta catch me, then,” he smiled, leaning against the wall as they waited for the elevator.

“fine. deal.”

charles looked at everyone, as they sang happy birthday and she smiled. she was feeling uncomfortable with so many eyes on her but they were all good people, people she trusted and loved. her eyes met charles’, an amused smile on his face as everybody gave their best performance of the simple song.

she raised his eyebrows, an action she’d picked up from him, in a way that said ‘it’s not fancy, but it’s what i have and i wouldn’t change it’.

he just smiled, and kept staring at her even after she looked away. there it was. that same look in her eyes. what was it?

as the song came to an end, it was time to make a wish. she thought hard about it. as she looked around the room, and met charles’ eyes briefly, she knew.

i wish to know what i’m feeling.

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redwayfarers · 3 months

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survivor - for the random word generator prompt!

hello! sorry for the wait, real life got the better of me and i didn't write, but i was reading gide and this came to me like an angel, so i had to write it! if it reads like les faux monnayeurs, i'm so sorry lmao, this is why they tell you not to write immediately after reading (affectionate)

a flickering light, or a tale of two survivors

Fandom: FFXIV Ship: Cassander/Stephanivien (implied), Nika/Minfilia Characters: Cassander Inteus (aka a Cass AU), Nika Perseis (WoL), Stephanivien de Haillenarte Rating: Gen Words: 1759 Spoilers: ARR patches, if you squint. dividers by @saradika

Set during early Heavensward.

The Skysteel Manufactory gets stupidly creepy at night. It’s not lit by torches or something, like some parts of the city - Stephanivien saw to that, he’s too avant-garde for torches, how dare the world not use every technological advancement ever! - and there’s a few of the lamps that go on and off, like a broken clock. Stephanivien is too busy to see that of all things, and we’re all far too enthralled by the creepiness to tell him.

Some of us have weird tastes.

The workshops on higher levels are a mess of metal parts, wires, cogs, magical devices and whatever the fuck machinists need. There’s a beauty in that too, in a way. It feels lived in, like a childhood bedroom you can’t yet leave even though you’re getting married tomorrow. Except that I was an adult when I first saw this room, and that I’d have no idea what a beloved childhood room would look, let alone feel like. My childhood bedroom - or the room where I spent a large part of what people call a childhood, anyways - is pristine, devoid of personality, rich, opulent. It’s a stage more than anything. Only thing remotely lived in in that whole fucking room - no, the whole shitty house - is the bright, orange pillow with Dzemael sigil sewn on it.

It was embarrassing, packing your childhood pillow, the first time I left to spend the night in the Manufactory. But maybe I am embarrassing, deep down, so I get to keep my little pillow with me and go freeze in the messy, lived in workshops overnight. The more I got used to that, the less embarrassing it felt.

One day, I might even go take it to Coerthas and drown in a river there. I’m sure my mother would be happier for it. She found the pillow rather tacky anyways.

“It was very.. Kind of you to let me in,” I told Stephanivien one night, seated beside him to watch him work. His eyeshadow bore the signs of wearing, a little messy at the edges. His forehead gleamed with sweat. The lamp was dying, but he was too engrossed in his work to notice and I was too engrossed in him to tell him.

“Kind? Cassander, your mother is an absolute bitch. Even if you weren’t as pretty as you are, I would have taken you in regardless. Between us, darling, you’re wasted in that house.” He smiled, widely. “You look much better with a gun in your hand, I will say.”

“You will,” I laugh, looking at my hands. My cheeks were burning. “I think I like guns. Long ones in particular. Elegant. You may think I’m referring to something else, but no, I am referring to metal objects you use to shoot things with.”

“You’re funny,” Stephanivien shakes his head. “I can make you one, if you’d like. Golden, to match the pillow.”

“My future gun has a bed now, who would’ve thought.” I reached out and grasped his gloved hand, dirty from the work. Stephanivien smiled, and it seemed brighter than the dying lamp above our heads.

Maybe I’m also a little fond of that struggling, dying thing. I go up sometimes, when it’s cold, or rainy, or everyone’s simply too busy for me and my jobless ass, sit beneath it and look at the gun Stephanivien gave me. A nameday gift, engraved with a little dagger. It’s in pristine condition, but I clean it anyway, with all the care you afford a priceless, porcelain vase; the light flickers, on and off, but I don’t need it to see the little dagger engraving, the nooks and the crannies and the long barrel that feels like something my mother would hate.

That, too, brings me joy. Theokleia de Dzemael hates machinists, on principle. The fact that I not only own a gun, but can shoot with it, is a kind of pleasure I wouldn’t have thought myself capable of some 5 years ago.

This particular evening, I climb up the stairs to the workshop, coffee in hand, ready to clean it from the last practice from earlier. A curl that the goggles aren’t holding up tickles my temple, but I’ll be damned if I let my coffee spill just because of one stray piece of hair that refuses to sit still. I kick the door open.

“I like your gun,” someone says before I can fully register them. A pair of mismatched eyes moves from the weapon to me and my coffee. “Did you also drink the last of the coffee?”

“I’m not a coffee maniac,” I grumble, frowning. “I can’t drink all of it. What kind of question is that, for fuck’s everloving sake?”

Nika looks at me with an equal furrow. However, that’s his MO, and mine is decidedly not. I have been known to grin maniacally once or twice. “One that needs answering.”

The light flickers above our heads. It casts a sudden light onto his face, and shines a weak light onto the hazel eye and the scar on his nose and cheek. Ouch. His lips are pulled in a tight line, his short, black hair in disarray, a stark contrast to the finery of the clothes he’s wearing - courtesy of his hosts here in Ishgard.

For a Warrior of Light, he is very gloomy and dark. An asshole, too. You’d think the Warrior of Light, of all people, would be a hero, but no, we’re stuck with a perpetually frowning asshole. What a joy.

“What do you want? Move, I need that desk.” I place the overfilled cup down as roughly as I can. “There’s no fucking coffee here except the one on the table, and that’s mine.”

“I paid you a compliment,” he says, unmoving. “You could at least say thank you. You nobles should have manners.”

“Je suis plein de gratitude. I know you paid me a compliment, but the question later made no sense so that had to be addressed first.”

Nika looks at the gun again. He taps his fingers against the wood in a rhythm, three taps forward, one tap backward, three strong, one a glide, then in reverse. He then looks at his feet and takes a deep breath. “Minfilia is better at this sort of thing. She knows how to talk to you higher classes.”

“Minfilia?” Who the fuck is this Minfilia woman? I readjust my goggles, and push the tickling curl away from my skin. Is she his lover, his sister? His friend? I can’t imagine him caring about anyone, including himself. From what little he’s been here in the Manufactory, a stray taken in by Stephanivien’s brightness much like me, all he did is make nonsense sentences and antagonize everyone.

“Someone very dear to me. But she isn’t here, and neither is Alphinaud, so you’re stuck with me.”

Alphinaud? Oh yeah, one of the other wards. The elezen kid. Whoever did his braid deserves to be fired because it’s needlessly messy and terrible. “Which would be fine, if you stopped speaking in riddles. Now can I sit, Warrior of Light, or will you clean my likeable gun for me? I’m not making you coffee.”

“In riddles? I’m not–” Nika frowns yet again. “Have your gun, whats-your-face.”

“Cassander. Cassander de Dzemael.”

“Cassander,” he says, like he’s testing the name. I look down at him.

The light flickers. Something crosses his face, and his eyes look painfully vulnerable for a moment, and he’s tapping his fingers in the same rhythm again.

“Why are you here, Nika?” I ask. I don’t know why my voice becomes so gentle. Maybe because I’m towering over him, and if I kept the hard edge, it would scare him off, not that I care about that. Maybe if I spoke gentler, he’d buck less under every question. Maybe he’d even start making sense.

Or maybe the images of my mother’s hard voice echo in my head, like a hammer to the anvil. Now it is my turn to grip the table until my nail beds go a little pale. Her shouts and her yells, her derisive comments, her hard eyes and her pointed anger, and her looming, Halone’s ass, the looming! Do I sound like that? Do I sound as rough as she does?

Nika’s quiet for a while. He keeps looking at his hands, rough and harsh. “That’s none of your business,” he rasps, but moves so that I could sit. “If someone needs me, they don’t know where to look.”

I sit and take a long sip of my coffee. “Just mind the pillow, then. And try not to interrupt. This is something of a sacred ritual, you see. Halone-ordained. When you go to church, they tell you you must clean your gun or else she will smite you, or something.”

He huffs.

“Or so I hear,” I add with a shrug. “I’m not frequently in church.”

The light flickers.

“Minfilia would also laugh at that,” Nika says. I still have no idea who this Minfilia is, but she’s welcome to laugh at my jokes, wherever she is. “Will they fix the fucking thing?”

I take a sip of coffee. “Don’t think so. It’s rather cute. On and off. We all like weird things, I think, and my particular weird thing is this broken little lamp. Besides, I’m sure Stephanivien will notice at some point or another. When it dies, probably.”

“He’s the one making these guns, I’d rather he didn’t make me a faulty one,” Nika shrugs. “But if he sees, it’s whatever. It’s just annoying. You asked me earlier why I’m here. I was drawn to the gun. I think it has a nice shot.” He pauses. “I’m sure that the Fortemps family can pay for one of these.”

“Pretty sure they can, yeah. This one’s mine, though.”

“I’m not in the habit of stealing people’s weapons.”

I lift a brow. “Never said you were.”

Nika shakes his head and heads for the door. The light flickers and he looks up. “Someone should really fix the damn thing,” he says, a little less angry than before. He’s then gone, tucking his waistcoat tighter for warmth, and I watch him go before he’s part of the shadows and I can take out my tools.

We all like weird things. Some of us like long-barreled guns. Some of us like women named Minfilia, and speaking in riddles. And who knows? Maybe this broken little lamp refuses to die because it likes us, too.

Halone works in weird fucking ways.

#ffxiv #nero plays ffxiv #inspo birb has come to town #nika perseis #cassander inteus #stephanivien de haillenarte #heavensward #ffxiv writing #ffxiv fic #ffxiv wol #ishgard #this crossover needed to happen and i will be pondering the orb that it is for the forseeable future. thanks gide

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biggestsimponhere · 1 year

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Finally someone who loves Steve Murphy 😍 I feel deprived 😫 please could I get prompt 4 from the first list because we all know he has anger issues

Mine - Steve Murphy x (f)Reader, YES IVE LITERALLY BEEN SO SAD WITHOUT STEVE FOC SO I JUST DECIDED TO WRITE IT, also thank you for clarifying which list <3 makes it much easier. Again i gave connie a wife (yes i’m gonna keep changing her wife’s name it’s fun) - no i’m not sorry about it i’m also in love with her and would like to pretend she would fall in love with me

Prompt - “Hey in case there was any miscommunication, you’re fucking mine”

It’s that time of year again, the DEA’s annual party where everyone gets to mingle or whatever. You have no idea why they still throw this party when half the people don’t even want to be here but they’ve recently made it mandatory so here you are sitting at the open bar in a gorgeous dress waiting for any of your friends to appear. You were most excited to see steve, you’re not together at least you haven’t made it official. You’ve been sleeping together but the touches started lingering and he started spending more nights at yours. The forehead kisses and bringing you coffee while also saying you guys should just be friends wasn’t helping. You must have zoned out thinking about steve because someone tapped you on the shoulder.

Connie squealed your name bringing you into a hug. “I can’t breathe con” You choked out looking at Celina. She just smiled at the two of you. Connie finally pulled away letting you breathe. “Sorry, I just missed you” She said wrapping her arm around her wife’s. “I missed you too” You said smiling at her. “Why are you alone? Where’s steve?” Celina said scanning the area. “Steve’s not here, i don’t know where he is” You paused raising an eyebrow at her before continuing, “Why would i know where steve is?” They looked at each other before laughing. “What? What’s so funny?” You said looking between the two of them. “Nothing, come dance with us” Connie said pulling both your hands so you had no choice but to follow.

Having seen no sign of steve or javi you continued dancing with connie and celina who kept shoving shots in your hand claiming you all needed to get drunk together. Of course you agreed because you needed a bit of fun. After about four shots not including whatever alcohol was in the drink you had earlier you were getting pretty tipsy. Someone’s arms slid around you and you turned around hoping it was steve. It was not. It was some guy from the photo department you’re not sure why you don’t temper his name right now. It’s like James? Jackson? John! John that’s it. You removed his arms from you and stepped back. You were getting drunk just not that drunk.

Then another pair of arms slid around you except this time it was paired with a familiar and comforting sent. You leaned into it and steve kissed your forehead while glaring at john. “Hey in case there was any miscommunication you’re fucking mine” He practically growled into your ear. That sobered you up pretty quickly. Turning in his arms you smiled at him. He continued glaring at john before looking at you. He visibly relaxed as he caught your eye. John quickly took the hint and walked away somewhere. You didn’t care where you just kept looking at steve. “Did you mean that?” You asked softly. His eyes darted away from you before looking back and he nodded slowly.

You leaned up and cupped his cheeks before pulling him into a deep kiss. Cheering erupted from next to you and you both turned to see Javi, Connie and Celina whistling and shouting at the both of you. “Finally” Celina said throwing her hands up. Javi rolled his eyes before handing five dollars to connie. You and steve just rolled your eyes at their antics. “Let’s keep dancing” was whispered in your ear as you were pulled back into steve’s chest. Connie shoved another shot in your hand and you took it i mean you did say you were getting drunk tonight. As the night progressed and you kept drinking steve refused to drink more than one glass.

“Honey i think it’s time i get you home” Steve whispered to you. You giggled against his chest as he pulled you in. “Wait! i wanna say goodnight” You laughed pulling away to find Connie and Celina. After wishing them goodnight you made your way back to steve’s side. He finally got you into the car after a lot of convincing and the promise of food from that little restaurant around the corner for lunch tomorrow. Steve slid into the drivers side and you leaned against his arm as he drove. “Come on sweetheart, gotta get you inside” He said trying to help you out of the car. You giggled as he hit his head against the roof of the car.

“I’m coming, don’t worry” You said climbing out and throwing your arms around him. He tucked his arms under your legs and began carrying you bridal style. Wow he is much stronger than you thought. “Hey stevie?” You whispered into his chest. Or maybe you didn’t whisper because he laughed before responding, “Yes honey?” He smiled down at you. “Do ya know how much i love you” You said snuggling further into him. “I do” He smiled to himself. “Do you know how much i love you?” He asked his accent getting a little thicker making you laugh again. “I do” You said leaning up to peck his lips.

As he set you down on the bed in his apartment he walked over to his drawer to pull out some boxers and a tshirt when he looked over you were no longer in your dress. He set the boxers next to you and then helped you into the shirt. He smiled as you brought the collar to your nose and breathed him in. Once you had got into the boxers you sat back down. “Honey, we gotta go take your makeup off” He said pulling you back up. “I’m sleepy” You said leaning into his chest. He let you stand there for a minute as he held you before walking you to the bathroom. “Do you want to do it or do you want me to do it?” He said handing you the wipes. You looked up at him with the softest expression as you asked if he could do it.

He nodded and took the wipes back before ever so gently wiping at your face. You closed your eyes as he continued wiping your makeup off. Once he was sure your makeup was gone he leaned down and kissed you on the forehead. When he pulled away he looked at you and you were smiling up at him. “Let’s go to bed” You said grabbing his hand and heading back into the bedroom. You both settled in together with your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around you. “Goodnight, i love you” You mumbled into his chest. He replied “Goodnight, i love you” leaning down to place another kiss on your forehead before the two of you drifted into a peaceful sleep in the arms of your lover.

#steve murphy x y/n #steve murphy #steve murphy x reader #steve murphy x you #steve murphy fluff #steve murphy x f!reader #steve murphy x female reader #narcos #narcos fanfiction #boyd holbrook

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cryscendo · 5 months

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For the drabble game! Kurt, au: sports!au (gymnastics), trope: exes, prompt: “sometimes, i sit in bed and wonder what would happen if things were different.” :)

thank you so much for the request, this was so much fun to write. i decided to make this kurtbastian bc i’ve never wrote that ship before and you gave me some freedom with the ship choice. sorry if this is ooc at all, i tried my best <3 i decided to go about this as gymnast!kurt and coach!sebastian. it makes more sense in context i promise

Word Count: 823

Fic can be read under the cut!

“Porcelain, take a break! You’re useless if all you're gonna do is fall on your ass every time you try to swing on the bars. Give yourself ten then be back on the high beam.”

Thank god, Kurt thought. He had been working with Coach Sylvester for awhile now, and though his routine has improved for it, his sanity is certainly taking a toll. She pushed him in ways that no other coach had prior.

Well, aside from one.

He attempted to dust the chalk off his hands, — though he admittedly was just making small puffs of dust clouds, — before reaching for his water bottle. He had been a practicing gymnast for close to fifteen years, and these days he’s starting to feel those years wear on him more and more.

“Damn, Hummel, you look like you’ve been going through it. That new coach of yours really rides your ass, huh?”

He recognized the voice immediately. He wished he could be surprised by the other’s presence, but given as they frequently occupy the same training facility, it wasn’t all too much of a shock. With a sigh, he turns and faces the owner of the voice.

“What do you want, Sebastian?” Kurt took a sip of his water as he took in the man before him. Sebastian looked largely the same that he always had. Then again, they are forced into relative proximity with enough frequency that he could never possibly forget how he looks. Sebastian looked at Kurt with that same smirk that always agitated him when they were together.

“Who says I want anything? I have a trainee I’m working with, but she seems to be running a bit late. I guess not everyone is as punctual as you are, Kurt.” Kurt scoffs in annoyance, looking anywhere but at the other man. At Kurt’s lack of response, Sebastian continued on. “You seem exhausted, how about you come have a seat in the bleachers with me for a bit?”

“I really don’t think that’s a good-”

“Just for a few minutes. C’mon, we can be nice.” Despite everything in Kurt telling him that spending any period of time with Sebastian was a bad idea, he decided to silence that part of him. There was not much that the man could do in ten minutes. And besides, Kurt could admit, if only to himself, that he missed Sebastian.

They sat in silence at the bleachers for only a moment before Sebastian spoke up again. “So Sue Sylvester is your coach now, huh? Makes you seem like quite the masochist.”

“My routine is better for it. I’m at the best I’ve ever been.” That much was true. There was hardly a gymnast in the state that could outpace him.

“You didn’t seem to appreciate being pushed back when I was the one doing it.”

“You were different,” Kurt insisted, finally looking Sebastian in the eyes as he spoke. “Sure, Coach Sylvester puts me through hell, but there’s no emotional attachment there.” Sebastian should know that it was always different with him. It was largely Kurt’s fault, he should’ve never gotten involved with his coach. But of course, hindsight is always twenty-twenty. “You were my coach when I needed my boyfriend and my boyfriend almost never. Can you see how that maybe fucked me up?” Kurt let out a sigh, shaking his head. “As dumb as it sounds, sometimes, I sit in bed and wonder what would’ve happened if things were different.”

Sebastian looked at him coolly and that in itself frustrated Kurt even more. Then, he let out a small huff of a laugh, but there was hardly any humor in it. “You have no idea what my intentions were. And you’re right, that does sound dumb. There’s nothing you get out of dwelling on the past.” The look on Kurt’s face turned into one of confusion. Sebastian elaborated further. “Kurt, you were great. But I knew you could be incredible. So my methods are unconventional, I’ll admit that. Made you tougher, though. Sounds like a pretty good deal, don’t you think? So in a way, I don’t feel too bad about pushing you.”

Kurt seemed at a loss of what to say for a moment. He was trying to conjure up what to say in reply to all that. But before he had the chance, his coach was calling out to him. “Porcelain, you got one minute!”

Kurt wasted no time in standing up. “Goodbye, Sebastian.”

“Kurt, wait.”

Kurt stopped midway down the bleachers and looked back at Sebastian, an eyebrow raised. Sebastian spoke up again. “Why don’t we get coffee again sometime soon?”

At this, Kurt gave a small smile. With a shrug, he continued back down the bleachers, but not before giving one final reply. “Maybe after I win my next gold medal. I mean you said it yourself, I’m already great. I figured you’d want to see me be incredible.”

#glee #kurt hummel #sebastian smythe #kurtbastian #prompt fill #my fic #my stuff #backslashdelta #i have abandoned the idea of these being under 500 words im just not built for that #i hope you like! i wanted to try something different but i may have dropped the ball a bit idk

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i know it’s super late in the day for this, and honestly i can’t even remember what i’ve shared in the past and what i haven’t, but @morganaspendragonss, @reyescarlos and @rmd-writes all tagged me so i have to share something from the roadtrip au ♥️

“That was my jersey.”

“What?”

“That Jonah was wearing,” TK explains and oh. The picture Enzo sent. “I played hockey for a few years, and Mom kept it. I gave it to Jonah before I left.” He grows solemn. “Mom left him, and now I’ve left him. This whole trip I’ve been trying to fight how guilty I’ve been feeling about it.”

“TK—”

“Please.” He holds a hand up. “Don’t give me a speech. And don’t tell me you're sorry.”

He doesn’t. Not right away, at least, but the words are clawing at his throat and he can’t seem to stop them.

“TK,” he tries again, softer, “I really am sorry about your mom.”

“What did I just tell you?” He asks, monotone, but there’s no heat behind it as he huffs out a humorless laugh. “I don’t know why everyone says that. ‘I’m sorry for your loss.’ How the hell are you supposed to respond? ‘Thanks, so am I’?” He shakes his head, wrapping his arms around his knees. “And how sorry is a person, really? They can barely know you and it’s sorry this, sorry that, I just—” TK stops himself. “Nevermind.”

Carlos just watches him.

“You know, I really thought that I would stay in New York once I graduated. That I’d get a job somewhere in the city and visit my dad as often as I could. Now she’s gone and we didn’t work out, and instead of sitting around not sure what to do with myself or falling back into old habits, I’m being…proactive, I guess?” TK pauses. “You’re right, I’ll still see my brother grow up and I can visit whenever I want. But I just can’t help but wonder if he’s confused about where everyone went, you know?”

“He’s gonna be okay,” Carlos swears, hoping he isn’t overstepping too much.

“No, I know he will be.” TK closes his eyes. And then, in a quiet, raspy voice he says, “He was there, Carlos. With my mom when she died. He’s gonna be so traumatized.”

TK gradually told him more and more the night he showed up at his doorstep. Carlos had known that she had pushed Jonah’s stroller out of the way, that she had seen it coming, but this is the first time he’s said this to him. If his heart wasn’t already cracking in two, it sure is now.

TK doesn’t speak for a while, and Carlos doesn’t seem to prompt him. He just brings up a hand to rub between his shoulder blades after some consideration, hoping it’s as much of an affirmation as any that he’s right there.

The first time he met Gwyn was by accident. TK had been staying at her place for the week while she was away on business, and Carlos had spent more than a few nights. However, TK had gotten the days mixed up and they had woken up one morning to find her sitting in the kitchen with a book and a cup of coffee as the two of them walked in sleep-rumpled and hanging off one another.

Of course the awkward encounter led to a forced introduction, but once they got past that, Carlos learned that Gwyn was a lovely woman — not that he had any doubts. He could see where TK got some of his best qualities from.

When they broke up, it was the first time Carlos realized that he would be missing more than just the person, but the family that came with it. Not that he’s diminishing how much TK had meant to him then. Still means to him.

He pulls himself out of it.

“Is that why you’ve been so excited about this trip?” Carlos finds himself asking after some time, and TK gives him a look. “Or that you’ve been so—”

“So what? Happy? Optimistic?” He stares him down. “Maybe it’s because when you spend the better part of a year surrounded by grief, you tend to start forcing yourself to turn around. Maybe it’s because I didn’t want my brother’s earliest memories to be so sad. Or maybe it’s because, Carlos, despite where you and I stand, you are the only person who really makes me feel good about myself right now. You’re the only person who actually sees me.”

He can’t look away from TK, his breath held as he nervously runs a hand over his mouth.

“Whatever you felt last night was…not not mutual,” he eventually gets out. “So. There.”

TK turns to look back out toward the forest, warm light hitting him in every direction, and all Carlos can do is sit there.

“And maybe it got to a point where I really just wanted to share this place with you, too,” TK adds rather finitely. “It’s as simple as that.”

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Hi can I ask if you still do request? If so can you do one where Marilyn x Reader smut fic but the entire prompt is inspired by taylors song of False God and dress.

Yesss, here it is!!! I wanted to write it in a different way, you know, from the reader's Pov. I hope you like it!!! Sorry about the language mistakes :)))

False Goddess

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Teacher! Reader

Warnings: Smut, reader POV

Word count: 2,707

Summary: You love me, I know. I try to show you why they are all wrong…

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

I feel how my hands start to shake going down the stairs. Today is the day, it is the night. So much time thinking about you as if you were something impossible, as if I could reach you. Today is the night of the Rave'n dance, but for me it is the night that I have been wanting for a long time.

I remember how you approached me, how you confessed that you wanted to try, but you couldn't. I asked everyone for advice, and no one thought it was a good idea. Everyone thinks they know me, know you. Everyone thinks that it’s impossible, that there are many obstacles that are impossible to overcome. Everyone is wrong, you are wrong.

You said it was impossible, difficult, too risky. Crap. I see how you look at me, how your cheeks blush when you see me. You're lying to yourself, you're lying to me. Your eyes tell the truth, no matter how much you deny it.

You want me and I want you, but we are alone. “We're good friends, (Y/N), I wouldn't want to spoil it.” Shut up, Marilyn, you're only hurting yourself, just like me.

I could give up, I could resign myself to never having you, not kissing you, not touching you. That would be the easiest. I'm not like that, I never have been that way. I don't mind fighting for what I believe in, I don't mind fighting for you.

There I am, touring Nevermore, with my new dress, a white dress, which reflects the innocence of my actions. It’s just a filthy lie. There is no innocence on my thoughts, only desire, only intentions that go far beyond that shy kiss that you gave me the day you said that it was impossible. Why did you do it then?

I know that you are good, that your heart does not harbor any evil. Maybe that's what you make me believe with your angel face, with your looks and smiles. Maybe you are a monster that comes to punish me for the things I think when I look at you, when I dream about you...

I arrive at the door, surrounded by teenagers who just want to enjoy the dance. There you are, also in a new dress. You look at me, I look at you. There is no rancor in your eyes, just a strange glow that betrays the lies that were in your words. I know you're lying to me, I know I'm not lying to you.

“Hello, (Y/N), You… You look stunning,” you tell me, stammering. I smile, I can't help it. Every time you speak to me, that you say my name, everything stops, as if time itself were the only one that believed in what was between us. It's just my imagination. You believe in the advice of others, you think that age is a problem. They just want to separate us. They are dead with envy. You believe them.

“Thanks, you too,” I say, feeling my stance falter. I want to tell you that nothing is coincidence. My new dress has other purposes. A couple of songs and Yeti-Tinis, and I'll be brave enough to tell you.

The music evokes better times, when I was just a teenager. It hadn't been doing that for long, but it seemed like a century ago.

You approach smiling and offer me a dance. My hands shake again. Help me mom, dad. Help me because I'm lost.

I hate that you pretend there's nothing going on between us. You pretend that your words meant nothing to me. “You are very young” you dared to say. You lie, I know you lie.

“How about the room? It has been worth spending so much time decorating it, right?” You ask me, as if you could only talk about stupid, banal things. You don't even look me in the eye. You're fooling yourself, but soon you'll stop doing that.

“Yes, it’s been amazing,” I said to you, whispering.

You Smile. Damn, stop smiling. I don't want you to smile at me. I want you to love me. I don't want to be your friend, I want to be something else, I want to see you in my bed, I want to engrave your name on the headboard, I want you to tell me the truth, I want to melt in your kisses.

The night continues. Pop songs full of suggestive meanings. You are sitting at a table, alone.

It's time, I can't wait any longer. I approach you, I sit next to you. You look at me again. You're tired, I know, but the night isn't over yet.

“Are you having a good time?” You ask, you don’t care. You don't care about anything that happens to me. Unlike you, I'm going to go straight ahead, I'm going to make things clear.

“Yeah. I would like to talk to you, without this strident music,” I say. I could have planned it better, but there's no time. My body asks me to tell you, my hands are still shaking. Every time you get close they are tempted to touch you.

You nod completely sure. You trust me, How curious. I thought you would never believe my words.

We go together outside the dance. The academy is deserted. No one is around there. If I don't take advantage of that opportunity, I will never be able to do it. I stop. You look at me, raising your eyebrows.

“What's going on?” You ask. I think I see your hands shaking too. Maybe I'm just going crazy.

Sigh. Silence takes over the place. I can try to be patient, but I don't want to. I want to tell you everything I feel. I want you to not be able to run away this time.

“I'm tired of waiting, to be patient. I know you didn't mean those words. I want to try it, Marilyn, and I know you do too.”

“(Y/N)…” You mumble, trying to avoid my gaze, why are you doing that? Are you trying to hold back your real feelings?

“I don't want us to be friends,” I say, gaining courage. The tremor now runs through my entire body. You look at me with open eyes. I know you're trying to say something, but the words don't come out. Not even you are strong enough to deny the obvious.

“Me neither. But nobody thinks that…” You say. I am surprised. I thought you were going to tell me that it would never be possible. It's even worse.

“They don't know us. I want to love you, I want you to know that I would give my life for you,” I whisper, approaching you. You don't move, you don't back down.

“I…I…” You stutter. You are not able to move, to pretend that you are not interested in me. It was too long holding the desire. I feel your breath on my face. You close your eyes. Your lips perch on my cheeks, on my nose. My hands stop shaking and go to your waist.

“I have to confess something to you,” I tell you while your lips get closer to mine. You stop, looking at me scared. Don't be afraid, that's what had to happen. “I bought this dress only for you to take it off.”

You didn't answer, you just kissed me passionately. That statement was of no avail. I had already decided, I don't know if it was that night, or you couldn't sleep regretting not having done it sooner. I don't mind. Your kisses take me directly to heaven. Now I know how it feels, I don't have to die to know it.

Your hands go to my neck, to my waist, to my face.

You have no excuse. There was no alcohol at the party. You won't be able to tell me how drunk you were.

“I love you, (Y/N),” you confess.

“I love you, Marilyn,” I confess.

Confessions in the light of the November moon. Sorry it took too long to arrive.

You weren't going to stop, you didn't want to.

Between messy kisses, we walk towards my room. Desire dominates us, we are unable to walk two steps without pushing ourselves against the wall. You gasp, I gasp. No one will have the right to comment anymore.

I open the door as best I can, trying to enjoy the kisses you give to my neck. It is inevitable to feel that your lips dominate me. They have become my new gods. I adore them, I revere them, I desire them.

“Take it off me...” I ask, panting.

I wanted that dress off my body. That's why I had bought it. Your hands are skillful. They know where they have to go. Maybe all of you would be my new goddess.

You unzip me, while I play with your hips. I could kneel to worship you. You are everything I want, and you finally let your feelings to guide you.

My dress falls to the floor, and you, my false goddess, kiss my neck. I think for a moment about all the advice those stupid people gave me. Nobody wanted us to be there. There weren't the promised problems.

They didn't know you, they didn't know me.

“You're beautiful…” You whisper in my ear, while my bra falls to the floor next to the dress. I don't know what you think, but it turns me on to imagine that you adore me too. Your touch is so delicate, so soft. You treat me like I'm gonna break. You kiss me tenderly.

You are not desperate, you are in love. I wish I could say that I'm not dying to have you, that I want to do things slowly. I can't, it's been too long, wanting your hands on my body.

I dropped on the bed and you climb on top of me. I look at you and you look at me. They are looks of apology, of love. It is no longer worth asking for forgiveness, now you have to love me.

I reach for the zipper of your precious dress, did you also want me to take it off? You were never going to admit it. You are my goddess, you show it with your kisses on my chest. Don't worship me, I'll take care of it. It's like you heard my prayers. You caress me, you kiss me. I'm afraid you'll go. That the opinion of others goes through your head.

My underwear slips off my ankles and now I feel you more than ever. I feel you in me. You are soft, delicate, affectionate. I don't need your love, I need your flesh. I love you and you love me no matter how hard it's been.

I feel how your fingers run through my interior. I moan hungry, desperate. I caress you while you look for approval in my eyes. Don't ask me, just do it. I notice how you love me, how you make love to me. I don't want to stop feeling it. Losing you would be worse than hell for me. I don't want arguments, fights, I want my life to be a continuous Rave'n dance like this.

I can't resist the pleasure you're giving me. It's too much. I try to be strong but I can't. You are my goddess, my false goddess. You love me and I love you. I let myself be carried away by the sensations that you send to my body. I enjoy being right, not being wrong.

I burst out moaning out loud. As if he wanted everyone to know how wrong they were. I want them to look, to realize their mistake, their shitty advice. They are wrong, I was right.

I can not wait. I need to worship you. I turn you around and lay you on the bed. I hate your dress, it prevents me from seeing you, from feeling you the way I wanted. I just pull on it and it goes down on its own. You smile, you gasp. I hope you think the same as me. May it not be just a dream or a hobby for you. I want you to worship me the same way that I do. I love you, you love me. I worship you, you worship me. We worship each other.

I kiss your neck, I pull your hair. I have always been rebellious, blasphemous. I like to play with the gods, I like that they unleash their wrath on me. But you are not a goddess, you are a false goddess. I can play with you, I can push the limits of your common sense without falling into the perdition of eternal suffering. I could only go down to hell if I lost you. You were not going to allow it, you were not going to allow it.

I come between your legs and I bite my lip. You are much better than in my dreams. I can touch you, see you, smell you, taste you. Your moans tell me that you accept my offering, that you are satisfied with my way of worshiping you.

Idiot, if you had only given in to your feelings you could have enjoyed my devotion to you long ago. I don't care, I don't hold a grudge against you. I prefer to be in heaven, with you.

I kiss you in that forbidden place. I enjoy your movements, your hidden despair. I know you, not them, they don't know you. No one could ever know how to make you enjoy, not the way I do. Admiration is strong, but devotion is much stronger.

You are ambrosia, you are beautiful, delicate. You are more than I could dream of. Now I have you at my mercy, I lick you, I kiss you, I make you feel loved. I would stay forever between your legs. I need to have you. The surface is only the first step. My hands were shaking again. I am touching sacred territory and my body knows it.

My fingers slide inside you and you gasp in surprise, what are you surprised about, Marilyn? I am young, but an expert. I know what do you need and I'm here to give it to you. I move smoothly, focusing my senses on you. I am touching you and it gives you pleasure. How I wanted it. It was more pleasant than when you did it. Would you feel the same as me? Did you think it was worth fighting for? It was early to say.

You go crazy, you're excited and profanity comes out of your mouth, insults, something inappropriate for a goddess, that's why I know you're a fake one. You lose control, your composure, while my fingers play with your sex. I never said that I wanted a chaste and pure goddess. Maybe I don't believe in gods. You may be the devil. If so, hell would be my heaven.

You scream, loud. Do you also want them to know? I don't retire, I continue making love to you. I like to see you enjoy, I like to see you happy.

Our bodies came together, moving in unison. No one can separate me from you anymore. I feel your heat, you feel my heat. I don't hear you complain, I don't hear you reject me. You may have been playing me. But I am faithful, I have blind faith in you. I would let you trample on me without that I could have you in my bed every night, and wake up naked next to you, every morning.

The moans fade away, the looks arrive, Not even me, who love you, who adored you, know very well what to say.

“I've been an idiot, (Y/N),” you say, lowering your head. I don't want apologies, I want your kisses.

“Let's try it, Marilyn, let me show you that it can work,” I plead.

You nod. That is more than a simple gesture. You grant me your blessing. I promise to worship you always, redhead. I'll show the world why it can work.

I love you, my false goddess.

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white picket fence — spencer reid

request: I got a prompt for you 👀 “I’m sorry, I can’t marry you” summary: when spencer asks you to marry him, neither of you thought this was how it would go. pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader category: angst no happy ending content warnings: proposal, breakups word count: 1.1k

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“Will you marry me?”

It should have been an easy decision. The question you’d been hoping for was right there in front of you, drifting unanswered between you and the man currently down on one knee. He offered the ring up to you, a hopeful expression in his eyes despite the way his hands shook and betrayed his nerves.

Spencer was there, telling you he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life with anyone but you, and yet all you could do was stand in shocked silence.

Because he was asking for marriage, he was asking for forever.

When you first noticed Penelope acting a bit strange earlier in the week, it wasn’t difficult to figure out what was happening. At first, you’d been overjoyed. This was the moment where your beloved boyfriend would promise you forever and you’d say yes. You’d say yes and the two of you could enjoy a happily ever after as partners.

Yet, as the week went on so too did the thinking. Where you ready for everything that marriage entailed? Could you handle a white picket fence life and commit to one person forever? You and Spencer were still so young, how could you possibly know what you wanted? How could he know that you were the one for him? What if, years down the road, each of you found someone else who completed you in a way the two of you never could? What if you got married and Spencer wanted a life that you couldn’t give him? You weren’t the apple pie partner he might expect, what if you made him unhappy? What if he made you unhappy one day?

Still, how could you possibly tell him anything but what you desperately wanted to say? There was nothing more you wanted than to tell him you would give him forever, that no matter what came up the two of you could handle it together.

But reality was not like the stories you read in fairytale books as a kid—sometimes the happily ever after did not include a grand wedding and true love’s kiss. Sometimes the best choice you could make for yourself was the tough one, the choice that everyone here would talk about.

Because Spencer hadn’t made this a private affair. No, here you were surrounded by your and Spencer’s closest friends. Derek had a bottle of champagne ready to celebrate and Penny was standing in near tears watching the moment unfold. It was the team who helped the two of you get together, so it only made sense that they’d be there for this moment.

How disappointed would they be, when you gave your answer? Would Derek drop the champagne bottle to the ground in shock? Would Penny be struck silent? Would it be JJ or Hotch who comforted Spencer after you left?

How could you do this? Were you really ready to end it all?

The answer struck your chest heavy and hard, with a finality that you could no longer ignore. Because you were not ready, you weren’t sure you’d ever be ready. Maybe in time but you wouldn’t ask Spencer to wait for you to find that out. The best thing you could do for him now was set him free, and allow him to start healing so when the person who is ready comes around he will be ready for them.

So you took a deep, shuttering breath in and tried to ignore the increasingly panicked look on Spencer’s face as you evaluated your options.

“I’m sorry, I can’t marry you,” you spoke as softly as possible as if the words could only be heard by Spencer. The room was completely silent though, hanging onto your every word and never daring to miss anything you said.

“What?” Spencer gasped, head reeling back like he couldn’t quite believe what you said. You weren’t sure you could believe it either. After so much time, it only seemed like the natural progression of your relationship to be stood here now, with a ring and a promise caught between you.

It wasn’t your natural progression though, just what everyone else wanted it to be. It hurt now, but someday you had to believe that Spencer would look back on this moment and thank you for doing the tough thing, for letting him go when you weren’t ready to stay.

“I’m sorry, I can’t...I can’t do this,” you told him, wishing you weren’t the cause for the tears on his face and hating that you couldn’t ignore that you were. “I’m not ready to be married, I’m not sure it’s what I want.”

“That’s okay. We don’t have to be married,” Spencer rushed out, standing up and slipping the ring back into his pocket if only to spare his own rushing emotions.

“That’s just it,” you reminded him gently, “I shouldn’t compromise what I want, and neither should you. Someday you’ll find someone who is beautiful, and kind, and who wants to be married. They’ll make you happy, I just can’t be that person.”

“I guess you’re right.” The words seemed to physically pain Spencer to get out, struggling in his throat before they were released. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too,” you told him, reaching out to grip his hand and squeeze once, “I’m sorry too.”

“Could we still be friends?” Spencer asked, though knew from the expression on his face that he didn’t truly believe it to be a viable option for either of you, not after this.

You took one last long look at him, knowing this would be the last time you saw him and truly ever felt like a part of his life. You looked at him and tried to imagine the times he smiled and laughed joyously rather than the pained tears painting his face now.

“Goodbye, Spencer,” you offered him instead, dropping his hand and making toward the door to fully and completely leave this relationship.

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

You’d pretend that the words didn’t strike your heart with the precision and pain of a dagger.

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blackstarmylove · 2 years

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Feeling Lonely (Scenario)

Fandom: Blackstar Theater Starless

Pairing: Kokuyou, Ginsei, Nekome, Menou, Akira with fem!Reader, platonic

Warning: Angst

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Hello! Craving a bit of angst and comfort, may I request platonic scenarios with the original Starless members and fem!reader where the reader is close with the old cast since she's worked with them at the previous restaurant. But lately, she's been feeling lonely because they've been spending more time with Saki. She's not jealous and understands Saki's situation, but she just can't help but miss them. Sorry if this request sounded like a mess.

A/N: Hi! Your request was a great one and didn’t sound like a mess at all!😁So when you said the “original members”, I only picked the first members. Hope you like it!

Word Count: Kokuyou (497), Ginsei (484), Nekome (532), Menou (397), Akira (411)

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“Kokuyou! Put me down”

“Not until you give back my cigarettes,” the tall man let out a deep chuckle as you playfully pounded your fists on his back.

Since the day you joined the old Starless, you got along with Kokuyou - well, at least you thought so, but the rest of the cast members saw the two of you as Tom and Jerry. When you were mad at or upset with him, you treated him like a life-size target with his face being the bullseye. When you took away his smokes, irritated him, made him angry, or teased him too much, Kokuyou would throw you over his shoulder and carry you everywhere. When you were sad, he would hug you, ask who he needs to beat up and be willing to do anything to make you smile.

So, why couldn’t he see how sad you were now? Why did her presence blind him - blind everyone in Starless? It’s not that you had anything against her. Her life was in danger, and Starless was the only place that could protect her, and you understood that, but...why did he forget about you? Sighing, you wiped the corners of your eyes and stared at a few cats wandering in the alley behind the restaurant.

“You done crying?” A husky voice asked from behind, earning a squeal from you. “Why...are you crying? Who do I need to beat up?”

Still with your back turned to him, you forced a sad smile - when was the last time you hear him say that? You couldn’t remember but hearing those words from him caused a mixture of pain and warmth to spread through your chest.

“Do I need to beat...myself up?” He asked in a tense, low whisper. Your silence gave him the answer he needed, regardless, he still waited for your reply. “Say somethin’, will ya?”

Kokuyou rested a large hand on your shoulder, causing your muscles to tense. “Look...I know I haven’t been spendin’ much time with you. Things were better at the old Starless...we were like a family, but here, it ain’t that way. One day, we’re workin’ together, the next day, the same person will be holdin’ a knife to your throat. Things got worse after Kei and that woman stepped foot into Starless. What I’m tryin’ to get at is, (Y/n), no one can take your place.”

“It doesn’t feel that way...”

“I know, and I’m sorry. Can we go back to the way we were? I miss throwing you over my shoulder and arguing with you.” Kokuyou let out a drawn chuckle as he ruffled your hair.

“You think I’m going to forgive you that easily?” Turning your head, you playfully glared at him. “Try again, Mr. Starless.”

“I know you won’t, so tell me what do I need to do? I will do anything for your forgiveness...and smile.” A gentle smile tugged on his lips, and an equally gentle look shone in his eyes.

“What’s with that long face? Did Kokuyou give ya a lecture too?”

You saw Akira lean against the railing while fidgeting with a box of cigarettes out of your eyes. Not wanting him to pry any further, you shook your head and turned your back to him. “It’s nothing.”

With those words, you hurriedly descended the stairs leading back into the restaurant. Even after you were out of sight, Akira continued to stare at the staircase in silence, wondering why you ran away. Was it sometimes he said?

What was the point of telling him the truth? If he cared, he wouldn’t have forgotten about you; he would have been able to see how lonely you were, how much you missed him, and just how much you wanted your friendship to return to what it used to be. You couldn’t remember where everything went wrong - part of you wanted to blame her for this, but the other part knew that wasn’t right. It wasn’t like she asked Akira to stop talking to you or stole him away from you.

Finding a quiet corner, you pressed your back against the wall, sandwiched your head between your hands, and squeezed your eyes shut. “Quiet mind…just shut up. Accept that he doesn’t care anymore and move on.”

“Who doesn’t care?”

Your eyes shot open, but you kept your head lowered, not wanting to meet his gaze. Frustrated at your silence, Akira slowly approached you while being prepared to catch you in case you decided to run from him again. “Answer my questions, (y/n). Are you talking about me?”

“Who else would I be talking about, Akira? Back at the old Starless, we were inseparable, but here…you never spend time with me.” Your vision began to cloud, but you rapidly blinked to hold back your tears from spilling into the floor. “You forgot about me.”

“That’s not true!” The volume of Akira’s voice startled you, and though he noticed you tense up, he continued without apologizing, “I do care about you! I didn’t know you feel that way…(y/n), I…”

Akira squatted down on the floor to get a better look at your face, but as soon as he saw your tear-drenched eyes, he lowered his gaze and stood up. Wrapping his arms around you, he whispered, “I am sorry for being such a bad friend. Will you let me make it up to you? I’ll do anything...even kick Kokuyou if you want me to.”

Ginsei watched you from afar, and though it was evident that you were not doing okay, he turned his back to you. His lack of courage prevented him from approaching him - he hadn’t been a good friend, and he knew it, but what was he supposed to do or say? If only things could return to the way they used to be.

“Ginsei, are you nervous?” You pinched his cheeks, earning a slight frown from him. “Have more confidence in yourself, will ya? You have the face, the body, the skills, the dedication, the will to work hard, but...your confidence...why are you always so hard on yourself?”

“S-Sorry...”

“Why are you apologizing, silly?” You giggled, “Ginsei, you are going to do great! I will believe in you. Here’s a good luck kiss!”

You got on your toes and pressed a quick peck on his cheek, earning a blush from him. “You look so cute when you blush!”

Ginsei brushed his fingertips on his cheek and exhaled loudly. “I have already lost so much...and now, I am losing her...what am I doing? Things can’t continue like this...”

Spinning on his heels, he went to greet you, but you were nowhere in sight. For a while, he walked around Starless but eventually found you sitting on the back-alley steps. Your soft sobs tugged at his heart as he quietly made his way down the steps and kneeled in front of you. He reached his trembling fingertips to your cheeks and lightly smudged your tears, catching you off guard.

“Am I the reason for these tears?” Ginsei forced a small smile, “Sorry, you don’t have to answer the question...I already know the answer. I know I messed up and was trying to muster the courage to face you. My mind has...I haven’t been able to think straight for a while.”

He paused and shifted his eyes to your face to ensure that you wanted to listen to his words. Seeing you quietly looking back at him, he rested his large, warm hand on top of yours, “The old Starless shutting down was a shock for me. Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful that this new Starless exists, but I miss Koharu and Akito. I like being part of Team K but having to switch between K and P is too much to handle. Not to mention dealing with the cast members takes a toll on me...they can be a handful. Please don’t look at me like that...I don’t deserve your sympathy.”

“Here you go...looking down on yourself again.”

“It’s become a habit,” he chuckled sadly. “I am making excuses to defend myself, and I realize I am at fault for us drifting apart. Can I be selfish? Would you be willing to give this friendship another chance? I promise to be a better friend and hold our friendship even closer to my heart than before.”

You quietly watched Menou practicing a scene for his upcoming onsen show through the slight opening in the door. You were proud of him for working hard to polish his acting skill, but you couldn’t help but remember the days when you used to help him practice at the old Starless. Sometimes being the Juliet to his Romeo, sometimes being the Michael to his Faust, but the best part was laughing at some of the cheesy dialogues, especially in the romantic scenes.

Feeling the pressure on your chest from thinking about the good times, you stepped away from the door. As if he heard you, Menou stopped rehearsing his dialogue, but you didn’t stick around to find out - not like it would have mattered anyway. “Like he would have asked me to join him and said he missed rehearsing with me.”

A few minutes later, Menou strolled into the break area, and though you saw him, you continued to stare at your phone’s screen, pretending to have not noticed him. Much to your shock, he sat down next to you and rested his head on your right shoulder. “World’s best pillow...”

Not hearing a reply from you, Menou asked, “Are you perhaps upset with me?”

Once again, you didn’t respond to him, and he took your silence as a yes. Menou sighed quietly, “Quite a lot has changed in my life. While most of the changes are out of my control, and I cannot do much to prevent them, I am willing to take full responsibility for one change - the distance between us. I honestly did not realize when we drifted apart.”

“Since when do you share your feelings so openly with others?”

“I never share my feelings with anyone, aside from you. That has always been the case...and I fear shall always remain the case.” Menou slightly opened his eyes and spoke in a drained voice, “Are you willing to allow me to make up for my mistake? Once chance would be sufficient.”

“I...guess...yes.”

“Great, then, I shall begin mending the distance between us after a nap. Hold still, my dear pillow.” With those words, he grew silent.

“Menou? Menou?” You tilted your head to get a better look at his face only to notice him peacefully sleeping. Chuckling to yourself, you shook your head, “How do you manage to fall asleep so quickly?”

You peered into the restaurant area through the small, rectangular windows on the entrance door. The cast members were merrily celebrating her birthday, and Nekome was having a pleasant conversation with her. You couldn’t hear their words, but his smile was enough for you to deduce that he was enjoying himself. Feeling out of place, you dragged your feet away from there and to Unei’s office.

Moments after entering the desolate room, you hear the door open, and in came your once best friend. With a curious smile, he asked, “What are you doing here all alone? You do realize we are celebrating Saki’s birthday, right?”

Not knowing what to say to him maintained your silence, giving Nekome the perfect opportunity to tease you. “Are you jealous of the attention Saki is getting?”

“I AM NOT jealous!” You snapped at him, taking Nekome completely by surprise. Opening his eyes, he saw tears welling up in your blood-shot red eyes. Had you been crying before he got there?

“I couldn’t care less about how much attention she gets! I only care about one thing -”

Your lips pressed together into a flat line, and without finishing your sentence, you headed towards the door, but Nekome blocked your path. “Finish your sentence, (y/n).”

“Do you know how long I waited for you to come back? Everywhere I went, I would look around for you. All I wanted was one glimpse - all I wanted was to know that you were okay. Do you know...how much I missed you?” You curled your hands into tight balls and half yelled at him, “I couldn’t control my happiness when you came back, but you...you acted like I didn’t exist! You forgot about me.”

“I...apologize (y/n). Many events have taken place since we left the old Starless-”

“Excuses!”

Nekome sighed and gently rested his hands on your shoulders, “I realize these might seem like excuses to you but hear me out.”

“There are many things I can’t share with you, and I am not ignoring you. My only intention is to protect you. Everything I have done, and I am doing is to protect you.” He attempted to force the corners of his lips up, but his smile fell quickly, “If my attempts at protecting you caused you pain, I am sorry. I...will figure out another way to keep you safe.”

“What do you mean, protect me?” You curiously asked.

“I cannot tell you. It’s better if you don’t find out, either. While I was gone, I couldn’t stop thinking about the two people closest to my heart - you and Taiga. I never once forgot you...I wouldn’t even dream of forgetting my dearest friend.” Nekome kept his right hand on your shoulder but brought his left hand to cup your cheek. “What can I do to make you accept my apology? I am willing to do anything, including...ban Taiga from playing video games, steal Kokuyou’s motorcycle key, steal Mokuren’s food, and play pranks on Kei.”

A laugh escaped your lips, “And how will any of those things benefit me?”

“My words made you smile, didn’t they?” He chuckled and pinched your nose. “I missed your smile, (y/n).”

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thebestofoneshots · 10 months

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hi!! i’m not sure if this description will be helpful in the slightest but i hope so 🤞🤞

physical/ public appearance: british, mid size, chubby-ish face, 5’6, curly brown hair, freckled and usually rosy cheeked,

personality: extroverted introverted and awkward 100% UNLESS i’m with someone i know and am comfortable with, soft girl at heart and love a good fluffy fic, people pleaser so my feelings are shared with me and me only, shy in social situations, sarcastic, odd humour but funny when i know you, my social battery is controversial so i’ll deffo need time to myself but am super energetic for periods of time and like to have fun, aquarius, INTJ personality, i easily hold grudges and fend for myself if someone wrongs me

hobbies/ things about me: i love art, reading (wattpad hehe), i spend all day everyday crocheting or knitting, i get hyper fixated on piano for a few weeks then won’t go near it for the next 3 months, music is my life (i’m a harrie but also love taylor, pheobe bridgers, 1D, lana, inhaler, wallows, queen, jeff buckley etc), love love love coming of age movies (and harry potter ofc), my style is a mixture between downtown streetwear grandpa and hippie (depends on my mood), marauders gal for sure (remus or poly = favs)

i’m not sure what else there is to say so THANK YOU 🌷💌

If you want to participate in "TBOS' 400 Followers Celebration" too, you can look at this post for all the options of prompts you can choose from <3

☆ Star: send a short description of yourself and I’ll tell you who I ship you with!

Ufff, I definitely, definitely ship you with Remus, but also, somehow Sirius as well? But it was 100% Remus who developed a crush on you first. It started when you stole one of his sweaters. It wasn’t intentional; you were cold, and Sirius was carrying it around in his backpack so he gave it to you. You wore it all day, and Remus only realized you were wearing his sweater in the evening when you walked into the common room with it on.

“That’s mine,” he said with a little frown, still, finding it cute how big it was on you.

“Oh, is it? Sirius borrowed it to me earlier, sorry,” you said and took it off quickly before tossing it his way.

“I didn’t… You can still wear it if you’re cold," he told you, a little more politely now.

“It’s fine,” you told him as you approached the fireplace to sit beside it. “I’m warmer now, thanks, Rem.” You then pulled out some yarn and a work in progress from your bag and continued knitting. Remus observed you quietly from behind, wondering if he could ever do such artistic work with his own hands. He had seen you knit before, yeah, but he wasn't sure if he had actually seen you the same way he had that day.

Next time he put on the sweater, it smelled like you, and it drove him crazy because he liked the smell a little too much. He was honestly debating whether to take it off so the scent wouldn't wear off. Sirius noticed his hesitance and smiled.

“Looks like my boyfriend has developed a little crush.”

“What?” Remus turned to the boy alarmed. “What are you…? That’s ridiculous!”

Sirius only shrugged. “I also think she’s pretty,” he said, nodding to the sweater. “I wouldn’t mind sharing you. As long as it was with her.”

Next thing you knew, Sirius was casually flirting with you, not so much that it would intimidate you, but enough to make your heart flutter in despair, since you were very aware of his relationship with Remus. But then Remus started to grow closer to you too. He asked you to teach him how to knit, and even if his pieces had these huge holes at the start, he pulled through. And that’s not to mention how much he loved your classes, how you would sometimes place your small hands over his to tell him what to do, and how you’d laugh when you helped him fix a big hole. Remus was absolutely smitten.

Eventually, the boys invited you to Hogsmeade. You assumed it would be a friendly reunion with everyone. But when you walked to the meeting point just outside the castle, you realized only the two of them were waiting for you. On the way to Hogsmeade, you discovered you and Sirius also had a lot in common, especially when you started to talk about music. You told him your favorite song was 'Too Much Love Will Kill You,' and he laughed, because too much love would definitely not kill you.

At the Three Broomsticks, they talked to you about their crush and how they wanted you to join their relationship, if you were okay with it, of course. You were a little shy at first but decided to give it a try. After all, you found both boys stunning in their own ways, your crush on them growing exponentially the more time you spend with the two. Even if you weren't sure how dating two boys at the same time would work, you decided you'd figure it out along the way.

A/N: I hope you liked this, I know I've been taking so long on finishing the stuff from my 400 Follower celebration, but they'll all come out soon. If I haven't done yours, is not because I don't want to or I won't, I've just been a little too busy with work.

Much love, Lilly xx

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mercurygray · 2 years

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i’m so excited for thirsty thursday! i can’t wait to see all the things you come up with. from the four word prompts: “just stay with me” or “you don’t want me” + marj/lip

Thanks for this prompt, Kind Anonymous Friend! This helped me think a little about Bastogne.

Routine was helpful.

When all the days started to look the same, routine helped to pass the time - especially without mealtimes, or reveille, or…any of the other usual markers of the day. Get up. Rotate socks. Clean rifle. Reinforce cover. Make rounds of foxholes to make sure everyone else had done the same. Paying calls on the neighbors, as it were, to see if anyone had gotten anything good in the last mailbag -- or that those who'd gotten bad news were still doing okay.

Marj looked up as he approached her foxhole, sniffling and passing the back of her hand over her nose. "I don't think you want me today, Lip. I'm pretty rotten company."

"Oh yeah?" Lip slid down into her foxhole and made himself comfortable, completely ignoring her. "And why's that?"

Marj looked like she was considering hitting him, but the impulse, it seemed, was well controlled. "It's my anniversary today. Or it was, anyway. Five years."

Lip rubbed his hands together, his breath like fog. "Five, huh."

"We'd been meeting for this and that for a while and I helped walk his gear home after a hockey game, and made a joke about free help, and he kissed me because my hands were full and called me his girlfriend, and we…went from there." Marj stared out into the gray afternoon and the woods ahead. "Now I'm…kind of wondering if it was a waste."

"What makes you say that?"

"Oh, I don't know," she said, digging her heel into the loose earth of the bottom of the hole. "Just that - you spend a lot of time building something and then just like that it's…gone. Scorched earth, nothing left." She sighed and stamped down the little rut she'd been making with her boot. "Maybe I'm just in the mood to feel sorry for myself."

"I don't think that's true. You learned something, didn't you?"

She gave a short laugh. "That Allen's an asshole?"

"Well, yeah, that goes without saying," Lip allowed. "But you want a husband who respects you - what you can do and offer. Who trusts you."

She nodded, face tight, a tear pricking at her eye. For a moment they were both silent. "Is that asking too much?"

"I don't think it's asking enough." Lip's answer was short, and honest. "You're amazing and capable - you all are. You…deserve someone who sees that - appreciates it. Like we do." Again, the silence, the wind whistling through the trees again. "You still want me to leave?

She gave him a gentle shove for the joke, smiling now. "You can stay. Everyone else can go." He chuckled, and looked up, her hand still on his arm. "Thanks for checking on me. Really."

He smiled. "Someone has to."

#i have written a thing #marjorie gordon #1940s girl gang #mercurygraypresents

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puckwritesstuff · 2 years

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“ i can't believe this, we're going to be parents! “

Here we are in the King Thor AU, and one of the funny things about the MCU timeline is that it doesn't necessarily line up with the release timeline. For example, while Captain America: The Winter Soldier was released in April of 2014, it's actually set in January of 2014, but Thor: The Dark World was both released and set in November of 2013.

Why this would be relevant to this prompt might not be immediately obvious.

Thank you for the ask!

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Loki stepped into his room for the first time in two months. Sigyn was there, sitting in the window bench, looking out at Asgard. Her dress flowed down over her body like curtains, and moved in the slight breeze. Loki sat down across from her.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “For everything.”

She didn’t look at him.

“Mother is gone,” Loki said. “And that’s not your fault and I never should have said that.”

Sigyn closed her eyes.

“I’ve… had some moments recently where I’ve had to reflect on what I’ve done, on who I have become,” Loki said. “If I’m turning into the monster that everyone thinks is the only thing I can be. Natasha… suggested, that if that were the case, Captain Rogers would not trust me as much as he does. And I realized that you wouldn’t either. If you were to fall, I would be there to catch you, and you’ve known that your whole life.”

Sigyn smiled, but still didn’t meet Loki’s gaze.

“But it goes both ways,” Loki said. “I’m falling, Sigyn. I have been for years now. Please, I need…”

The words caught in his throat as he felt his eyes burn.

“I need you to save me from myself,” Loki said.

At that, Sigyn looked at him.

“You’ve already done it, my heart,” she said. “You came home.”

She reached forward and he kissed her, pulling her close.

“I’ll never let go again,” he breathed. “I promise.”

She smiled against his skin. When they pulled back, he brushed her hair from her eyes.

“Is there still a wedding?” he asked.

“Of course,” she said. “I love you, Loki, and I want to spend the rest of my life at your side. The preparations have been made, we just need to let everyone know that it’s happening.”

Loki gave her a confused look.

“Why the haste?” Loki asked. “I know you want a winter wedding, but—”

“Other considerations have to be taken into account,” she said.

Loki blinked, still confused. Sigyn took his hand and placed it against her stomach. He gasped.

“Really?”

She nodded. He laughed and kissed her again.

“I can't believe this,” he said. “We're going to be parents!”

“Yes,” she said, beaming. “We’re not at the point yet where we can determine if it’s a boy or a girl, but if we wait too long, it will start to show.”

“Oh, yes, of course,” Loki said. “And considering my absence…”

“We wouldn’t want accusations of impropriety,” Sigyn said.

“Of course,” Loki repeated. “That being said—”

Sigyn gently shoved Loki, who laughed. She pulled him in for a kiss.

“How could I ever doubt my Goddess of Fidelity?” he whispered.

#prompt #fanfiction #loki #sigyn #logyn #loki x sigyn #Love Duty and Glorious Purpose fic #LDGP King Thor AU

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