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angelrari · 3 months

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gossip girl · pt. xii

based on the tv series gossip girl

max verstappen / charles leclerc x socialité!reader

fc: elsa hosk (y/n) · taylor hill (léa) · barbara palvin (jolie)

a/n: hi! i am so sorry this took so long, but this winter break has been hell!!! i had exams this week and i couldn't find time to write. i hope you all enjoyed your holidays and that this new year is a good one for you. here's a new part for you, hope you enjoy it!!! (and, once again, sorry for taking so long!)🤍

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max was used to the attention, to the never-ending hate comments on social media and to people wishing him misery. he knew it was a side effect of his success and over the years he had learnt how to deal with it. but what he did not expect was to see these insults aimed at you. he was aware of how everyone seemed to be interested into knowing every single detail of your daily life, he knew how public your past relationship with charles had been and how the fans had loved every single second of it. but that was four years ago and he thought that should have been enough time for everyone to move on, but he was wrong.

your last instagram post had been the catalyst of it all. the press had started creating this narrative where they painted you as some sort of predator of formula 1 drivers, even posting polls online of who would be your next prey. and, although, he has never been a fan of social media, a few of this posts still made it to his "for you" page.

the warm sun rays streamed through the curtains of the hotel room. it had been a few days since you landed in abu dhabi. the warm weather felt like a gift after spending a couple of weeks in las vegas. you woke up in max's arms and he starred at you as you slowly moved and wrapped your arms tighter around his body.

"morning". you said and you moved to give max a quick chaste kiss. "how long have you been awake for?".

"just a few minutes". he said while carefully stroking your hair. "your phone kept beeping"

"shit, sorry, i forgot to put it on silent". you moved to grab your phone from nightstand and then rested your head again on max's chest.

"it's okay".

jolie's name popped on the screen of your phone. she had been texting you to tell you she had landed earlier in abu dhabi. she was the type of person to never miss an opportunity to have some fun, so when she had told you a few days ago to tell you she would be attending to this weekend gp, you were not surprised. you had figured out that the youngest of the leclerc brothers also had something to do with this, as arthur was also racing in the city this weekend.

"jolie is asking me to join her for the formula 2 sprint race". you explained to max.

"oh, right, she's came here to see arthur?".

"yeah". you replied. "do you mind if i go with her?".

"no, i don't care, i'm probably going to be busy anyways". max answered. "why are you asking me this?".

"it's just-. nothing". you replied as you draw circles on max's bare chest. "i read an article yesterday about me, us and charles, not a very nice one i must say-".

"you shouldn't read that shit".

"i know, i know". you replied after letting out a sigh. "but it got me thinking maybe you don't feel comfortable with this".

"what exactly?"

"me getting along with charles, with his family-".

"i don't care". he repeated with confidence. "i trust you".

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jolie was nervously biting her nails as she watched the end of the sprint race on the screen of arthur's garage. it had been a tough race for her best friend, he had finished 21st after having a few issues with the car.

"fuck". she cursed under her breath. "he's gonna be so upset after this".

"at least you're here to cheer him up". you said. "try to remind him that the big day is tomorrow, not today".

"right". jolie replied. "when does the f1 qualy start?".

"uhm". you started. "in-".

"in less than an hour". you heard a male voice from behind you say.

charles, who was already in his red race suit, was standing behind you. his hair was a bit messy, probably because he had recently changed his clothes, and he was gently fixing it with his fingers. jolie, who was excited to see him, opened her arms to give him a warm hug. afterwards, he smiled at you and leaned in to give you a quick kiss on your right cheek. unintentionally, you felt yourself blushing at the innocent, but adorable action.

"it didn't go well, right?". he asked as he watched the results of the formula 2 sprint race on screen.

"yeah". jolie replied. "luckily there is another leclerc that we will be cheering on today".

"i'm afraid someone here is going to be rooting for anther driver". he said as he stared at you.

"i don't even like gasly that much". you replied and charles let out a loud laugh.

"she is always cheering for you". jolie said. "when you broke up, she would never miss a race and she would get so nervous sometimes that she would start praying".

"oh, really?".

"you didn't have to expose me like that, you know?". you told your sister who shrugged her shoulders.

"well, it's the truth". she said. "she's always gonna be your number one fan".

"good". charles replied. "because i am always going to be hers".

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agendabymooner · 3 months

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about names: the show and tell || cl16 scenario (3)

dad!charles leclerc x mom!ofc (hearth sister!ofc)

EXTENSION OF OF LONG LINES AND NAMES AND THE LECLERC DAYCARE

Summary: The Leclerc boys and their names go hand in hand. OR times when Charles and his wife Aimee had to explain that their children’s names are meaningful.

Scenario summary: PJ Leclerc’s kindergarten class calls for a family name show and tell — and who would make better presenters than his Uncle Pierre? OR the middle Leclerc child learns more about his namesakes as he and his parents continue to develop his school project.

Content warning: Uncle Pierre Gasly, storyteller!Pierre, a very cooperative child (?), kids being kids, wholesome content, using a no-no word once, PJ Leclerc (OC) centred, appearances of Alain and Anthoine Leclerc (OC), brief appeaarance of Toto Wolff and Tilly Wolff (OFC), dad!Charles 🔛🔝

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With his nose scrunched up in concentration, his hand gripped the jumbo-sized pencil and traced over the dotted letters shakily. Close. He was so close.

He squinted slightly before pausing, looking around for a moment before he continued to pursue his goal— get this over with. And with a dot, he grinned at himself before turning to see Mademoiselle Julie approaching his table. His peers continued to work on their take-home handbooks, while he was the first to finish his writing.

Mademoiselle Julie, the young homeroom teacher of his kindergarten class, wordlessly peered at his handiwork— shaky writing traced over the dotted lines — and beamed at him proudly as she complimented, “Bonne écriture, PJ!” Good writing, PJ!

“Merci, Mademoiselle Julie!” PJ Leclerc continued to show his set of teeth, proud of himself for being complimented by his teacher.

Mademoiselle Julie spread out the sheets of stickers that she held, showing the various kinds of colourful stickers as she asked, “What would you like for your handbook today?”

The boy hummed quietly, his hazel eyes skimming through the sheets on her hands as they gleamed in joy. “McQueen, please!”

“Oh? Cars?” Mademoiselle Julie chuckled before peeling the glossy sticker off its sheet, sticking it on the reminder writing that he wrote down today. “Your papa will like that, don’t you think so?”

It was no surprise that everyone knew who PJ’s father was. Charles Leclerc continued to be a household name— one that was born and raised in the principality of Monaco that later on became Monaco’s pride. You weren’t from Monaco if you didn’t know who he is— and you were a disgrace if you didn’t understand his legacy and you live in Monaco. So for Mademoiselle Julie to mention PJ’s father wasn’t anything new.

They treated the Leclerc children as generational royalties but respected them as kids in the same community as others. Charles got himself as involved as he could with his children’s education even if there was an ongoing season he needed to attend and participate.

Normalcy was what he lacked in other parts of the world, being a Formula One driver and all, whereas he was nothing but a son of his mother, a father of five kids and a husband of his children’s mother in the principality.

His career was often mentioned in conversations, but that was only because his children were some of the proudest kids to have existed. They’d tell others that their father would take them driving and that their father was a driver — and they had every right to say so. It was a discussion that was welcomed but never encouraged to rub in the faces of the children.

“No!” PJ giggled. “Da loves Lotso!”

“I thought you liked Lotso?” Mademoiselle Julie brought up.

“Yeah, but Da loves Lotso too! Me and Da loves Lotso!”

“Well, maybe you can get him and your Maman to love McQueen too, PJ. Tell them you got a Cars sticker. It’s red like your Da’s car, no?”

“Mon amour,” Charles called from the children’s study room, his face showing curiosity while he carried his youngest son, little Alain, in his arm while the other held an opened handbook. “Aimee?”

One of their eldest kids, Jules, tugged on Aimee’s trousers lightly, “Maman. Da is calling you,” he announced quietly, turning back to his homework as Aimee looked up from the screen of her laptop. The Leclerc matriarch smiled gratefully at Jules before standing on her feet, departing from the family room across the hall to meet Charles halfway through.

“Charles? What’s happening?” She asked, only for the aforementioned man to raise the handbook slightly. “That’s PJ’s handbook.”

“Yeah, and it says that there’s an email being sent today about an event,” Charles furrowed his brow. “Did you receive anything?”

“I did, actually— I was going to mention it after dinner but it must’ve slipped off my mind,” Aimee watched her words carefully — not wanting Alain to hear her words, “fuc— silly Lando.”

“Siwy Wando!” Alain mimicked.

“Exactly, darling. Silly Uncle Lando,” the parents laughed.

“Work again?” Charles chuckled as Aimee rolled her eyes at the comment.

“Try working behind the scenes and have drivers that refuse to be trained in the media,” Aimee responded with a huff, “not that you’d understand— you’re just as dense as Lando and Oscar at times.”

Charles only laughed and shook his head. “Seriously, you were saying something about the email?”

“Right,” Aimee nodded. “Julie sent an email today to the guardians about a presentation project for PJ’s class. It’s a show and tell.”

“Oh,” Charles uttered, “that should be easy. We did that with Hervé and Jules before.”

“It’s not even just that,” Aimee added, “Julie’s a new teacher and Herb and J’s teacher did a show and tell about careers right? She wants a presentation about family.”

“Huh,” Charles said quietly. What did that even mean?

“She said it could be anything,” Aimee continued, “I tried asking PJ if he had anything in mind— but what does a child know about complex factors of families?”

“Amour,” Charles laughed. “He’s five. Did you maybe ask if he wants to talk about his uncles or aunts? Or even his grandparents?”

They both stood there, silence comfortably setting the atmosphere between the two of them before Aimee came up with something.

“What if—“ Aimee paused and pursed her lips, “both Jules and H asked about their names before. What if we talk about PJ’s name?”

Charles looked at his wife in confusion, little Alain stared at his father before he babbled. Charles glanced at his son for a moment before looking at Aimee once more.

“It only makes sense,” Aimee shrugged. “Since either of us are presenting to his peers and their other guardians— why don’t we talk about his names?”

The Ferrari driver thought about it for a moment. His sons and their names meant a lot for the couple, with them being named after people that meant so much — people that both Charles and Aimee looked up to.

Sacha ‘PJ’ Leclerc, much like his brothers, was named after the people that gave meaning to Charles and Aimee’s relationship and their lives way before the kids came along. It only makes sense that the couple answer the questions of who were the kids named after.

Especially when PJ’s teacher, Julie, grew curious about the boy’s nickname. His name was Sacha yet the adults called him PJ— why?

“Okay,” Charles nodded, “we can do that.”

“One condition,” Charles continued, making Aimee nod.

His slight scowl was mimicked by little Alain as Charles spoke, “I’m not messing with the glitter glues.”

“No gwue!” Alain exclaimed as if he struggled with the glittery sticky material before.

“Whaaat~” Aimee giggled before rolling her eyes playfully. “So dramatic, you two are. And I thought you'd be like your Maman, Alan.”

“Maman just called us dramatic, Alain,” Charles gasped playfully. “Silly Maman. We’re no drama queens! We just don’t like glitter glues!”

“Bleh!” Alain stuck his tongue out.

“Nuh uh, we don’t stick our tongue out to Maman, Alan bebe! Just say no glue, hm?”

“No gwue, Maman.”

The very first step of the project was to get PJ to cooperate and help his parents build the presentation. After all, it was his class’ show and tell— it was his project.

The five-year-old was fast to agree. He was a saint of some sort, that little man. In comparison to his older brothers, Charles and Aimee never struggled to get him to listen and his calm demeanour was what made him distinct from the Leclerc boys.

They always said that the middle children were the menaces to society. PJ’s cousin Tia Wolff was evidence of that. His aunt, Aimee’s sister Sylvie, was also a prime example of a middle-child menace. But PJ was nothing of the sort. He behaved whenever he was asked to behave. He did everything he was asked.

So getting him to cooperate wasn’t all bad. He did need to stop making fun of his father for disliking the glitter glues though.

Charles still remembered how he came to his driver's briefing a few races ago after making crafts with his kids at his motorhome. He also remembered how everyone laughed at the never-ending shimmering effect on his skin as he kept rubbing on them. Glitters were something that Charles swore he’d never touch ever again.

Anyway.

As the deadline and the day of the presentation approached, everyone seemed to be invested in helping out with the project as well. Pascale and her other sons Arthur and Lorenzo visited almost every day and whenever they could, they’d drop some feedback.

Arthur was a useless piece of shit, as always. Charles wanted to be the best role model for his kids but if his younger brother kept saying that PJ’s first name Sacha came from Sriracha he wouldn’t be able to help himself and eventually set Arthur straight.

When Charles returned from his meeting in Maranello, though, he was more than surprised to see his niece and nephews in his family room as they helped PJ set up the pictures on the trifold board.

“Da!” Jules said, making the kids look up from the entryway as their eyes glimmered.

“Oncle Shal!” His youngest nephew from Toto, Adelmo, exclaimed as he waved the glitter glue around.

“Oh hi, Elmo and Tia,” Charles shot Jules a confused look as if to ask ‘Shouldn’t these kids be in England?’, only for the boy to shrug.

“Maman est dans la cuisine avec l'oncle Toto et la tante Tilly,” Maman is in the kitchen with Uncle Toto and Aunt Tilly. Jules told his father as Charles smiled gratefully.

“And your brothers? Herb and the younger ones?” Charles asked.

PJ, still looking down at the board with his cousins Tia and Adelmo, replied aloud, “Hervé est en train de lire un livre. Alain et Anthoine sont avec Maman dans la cuisine. « Snacking », c'est ce que maman a dit.” Hervé is reading a book. Alain and Anthoine are with Maman in the kitchen. “Snacking” is what I think Maman said.

“Ah, oui, merci Sacha,” Charles told his middle child before ruffling Jules’ curly hair before he walked off to find the adults in the kitchen.

Charles then found his wife with her sister, Tilly, and her brother-in-law, Toto by the kitchen island. There on the counters sat Anthoine and Alain, munching on some crackers as they tried to keep up with the conversation they knew nothing of.

Anthoine saw Charles immediately and exclaimed, “Maman! ‘s Da!”

“Da!” Alain grinned.

“Hallo, bébés,” Charles grinned before he reached out to peck them in the cheeks. He then kissed Aimee on the forehead, turning to look at his in-laws in the process as he nodded, “Tilly, Toto— I didn’t expect you guys to head to Monaco this early.”

Tilly chuckled, “Early vacation for all of us. We’re staying in the holiday home for a month, at least.”

“Ah! C'est très agréable,” that’s very nice. Charles nodded with a smile. “Are the kids okay with that?”

Toto snorted, “They have to be.”

“Tia’s next races are taking place in France,” Tilly added. “Nice, actually. So it’s quite near if we just stayed here in the principality for the next few weekends.”

“I honestly did not expect to have a full workshop in the family room,” Charles joked. “I was expecting to maybe have PJ working on his project but they just doubled in the room— none of them were even my twins.”

“We came over when Aimee mentioned the project,” Toto laughed. “I’m surprised you went ahead with the idea.”

“You know how much it means for us to talk about the kids’ names,” Charles shrugged.

“Well, pray tell,” Tilly gave them a puzzled look, “who’s going to present it? I assume you two would want to do it but—“

“Oh no, not us,” Charles and Aimee shook their heads as the Monegasque continued, “We have someone do it for us.”

Toto’s brows furrowed, “I don’t recall you guys asking me.”

Aimee chuckled, “Not you. Silly Toto.”

“Siwwy Toto!” The adults turned at the twin toddlers as Alain and Anthoine synchronously mimicked Aimee.

But the Leclerc parents were right, they wanted the presentation to be perfect and they had the right man for the audience.

After all, the Alpine driver had always bragged about being the reason why Charles’ middle child got the nickname ‘PJ’.

“Hello, hello! Dear friends of PJ Leclerc and the parents of the friends of PJ Leclerc!”

Charles and Aimee sighed, hiding their faces in embarrassment as they stood at the back of the classroom with the rest of the parents and the homeroom teacher, Mademoiselle Julie.

Charles and Aimee looked at each other, unsure if they should laugh or pity themselves as Pierre Gasly sat on the tiny chair at the front.

The kids were sitting on the floor, facing the Alpine driver as the finished product — the trifold board — was displayed next to him to show the kids.

Pierre introduced himself, “I am Pierre Gasly. I am this boy’s,” he gestured to PJ who sat on the floor right in front of him, “godfather. And today—“

“But Monsieur,” a little girl piped up, raising her hand politely as Pierre paused and nodded for her to continue, “I thought you were a driver?”

“He is, Claudia!” PJ exclaimed with a wide grin, making the parents at the back laugh. PJ then continued, “He drives for Alpine!”

“Alright, little P, let’s calm down,” Pierre giggled quietly. Then he answered the girl, Claudia as PJ called her, with, “Yes I am a driver like PJ’s dad, but right now I am here for PJ as his godfather.”

“Now, who here knows PJ as Sacha?” Most people, hell even the adults at the back, raised their hands as Pierre nodded, “Okay. Well, you see— PJ’s Maman and Papa gave him a reallyyyy reallyyyy long name that the hospital can’t even fit the whole thing in.”

Charles, who stood amongst the giggling parents, leaned over to his wife and whispered in her ear, “I told you that having Pierre do this is a poor idea, Ami.”

“Shh,” Aimee laughed quietly, nudging Charles a little.

“But! They gave those names to PJ because they mean a lot,” Pierre pointed at the full name displayed as a header. “Now, Sacha- it means defender. PJ’s Papa said that PJ, when he was in his Maman’s little tummy, was quiet and a good boy. But he kicks hard like he could play football.”

The kids giggled, PJ laughing along.

“So, his Papa and Maman said that he is a gentle one, but he can be fierce- like a defending warrior!” Pierre told the class and showed emotions for the dramatic effect. The kids looked up at him in awe. “So they said that his name will be Sacha!”

“But wait…” Pierre paused dramatically and looked around, “There is another name.”

“Niki,” Pierre pointed at the middle name. “Who here has watched Formula One?” Everyone raised their hands. “Of course you have- this is Monaco! Anyway, Niki Lauda was a very good driver. He was one of the greatest Formula One drivers— PJ’s Maman and Papa looked up to Niki as he drove for both Scuderia Ferrari and McLaren.”

“Do you wanna know something?” Pierre leaned over as if he was going to whisper a secret, “PJ’s Maman is the goddaughter of Niki Lauda.”

Meanwhile, at the back, Aimee was laughing quietly at Pierre’s dramatic presentation.

Charles gave her a puzzled look as Aimee looked up and murmured, “He can be a good preschool teacher if he has the patience for kids.”

Charles snickered, “Good luck with that.”

“So of course… Sacha Niki… Oh, what’s that?” Pierre pointed at his own name. “Pierre.”

“That’s your name!” The boy next to PJ gasped and turned to look at the aforementioned boy, “PJ, your name is like his!”

PJ eagerly nodded but didn’t say anymore as Pierre continued. “I have been his Papa’s very best friend since we were kids! That’s why I am PJ’s godfather and that is why they named him Pierre.”

“That’s so cool, PJ,” the other kids told the child, who blushed slightly at the attention given to him.

Pierre chuckled at this before he moved the children’s attention towards the last name. “Philippe,” he said, now watching the kids pay attention.

“PJ’s Maman had a grandfather that she loved the most,” Pierre explained to the kids. “PJ’s aunts and Maman love him so much and his name is Philip Hearth.” He pointed at the picture at the bottom of the ‘Philippe’ header.

There, a photo of a baby Aimee being held by her grandfather was displayed. At the bottom of it showed a portrait photo of Philip and his time at the F1 tracks and other factories of his company.

“Philip owned Ferrari and McLaren,” Pierre nodded, “he was good friends with Enzo Ferrari and many famous drivers- in fact, he made some drivers’ careers possible by putting money into the teams and providing resources. He made dreams come true!”

“PJ’s Maman loved her grandfather so much that she named PJ after him,” Pierre grinned. The way Pierre’s storytelling was heartwarming for both Charles and Aimee, as he had been enthusiastic about this whole ordeal— it showed them that their children meant a lot to Pierre.

“And that’s it,” Pierre concluded. “That’s the story of the name of Sacha Niki Pierre Philippe. Now— who has some questions?”

The question portion started there. And the Alpine driver was ready to conclude the presentation when Claudia raised her hand as Pierre nodded at her.

“If his name is Sacha…” Pierre nodded, encouraging the little girl to nod, “Then why is he called PJ?”

Everyone seemed curious too. But Aimee and Charles both knew why he was called PJ rather than Sacha.

It was at Pierre’s insistence that Sacha Leclerc was destined to be Pierre Junior. He had established this as soon as Aimee and Charles arrived from the hospital the day after Sacha was born.

But Pierre’s answer was partially different from what had happened, “His Maman and Papa said that he is Pierre Junior! Like me!”

Pierre grinned at Aimee and Charles’ baffled looks.

“The audacity,” Aimee scoffed.

Charles chuckled, “Oh, Mon Dieu.”

They’d have to talk to Pierre about changing certain narratives. It was okay to lie to be a wingman for your best friend, but lying to the kids about what happened with PJ’s nickname?

Yeah, he needed some talking to.

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bitethedustfools · 3 months

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TWST story idea (3)

Warning: Death and mild spoiler alert

Ace, Deuce, and Grim witnessed Yuu's death. It was horrible, traumatizing even. The vision of their death haunted them and played repeatedly in their minds, even as the monster in the dwarf mine was defeated.

They saw the way Yuu slowly succumbed to death from a front-row seat. The pickaxe impaled them in the middle of their chest with a sickening noise, slicing it open and splattering everything that wasn't supposed to be outside.

Yuu screamed as blood gushed out of their mouth continuously, "Kill it! Kill it quickly!"

They were terrified to move. Yuu's eyes slowly lost their light, staring at them.

It was too much; they barely remembered how they defeated the monster. However, they knew they truly defeated it because the monster's ink-like blood covered their uniform and stained their skin.

They returned to NRC with complicated feelings and a bloody magestone in hand.

How else were they going to explain that Yuu was dead? That it was their own fault that led to Yuu's death?

They confessed to the headmaster with a trembling voice filled with regret and sorrow, their eyes puffy with tears as they presented a bloody magestone stained with ink.

Only for Yuu to rush in through the door with an exasperated look.

"Hey! Why did you guys leave me behind?"

"H-huh? What?"

"Why are you here!?"

"Aren't you dead???"

An offended look crossed Yuu's face, "Guys, this isn't funny. After what we've gone through? Are you saying you want me dead?"

They got confused. Yuu is alive? But they just witnessed their death not too long ago, yet Yuu is here and fine? Sure, their uniform is tattered and also bloody…

They bring it up to Yuu, and Yuu scoffs, "What? You guys got so scared you started to hallucinate? As you can see, I'm still alive."

They spend the rest of the day thinking that maybe they did hallucinate; otherwise, it wouldn't explain why Yuu is still here.

They witnessed Yuu's death again when Riddle overblot. Trey was too slow to save Yuu, and Yuu got smashed to a pulp by the rose tree that the monster held. There was nothing left that resembled Yuu, just flesh and bones flattened on the ground with hair sticking out.

The trio screamed in horror, remembering the tragedy that may or may not have happened in the mine dwarf. Cater was taken off guard and went green at the grotesque sight, covering his mouth to stop himself from vomiting. Trey gasped, feeling a lump in his throat. He had locked eyes with Yuu just a few seconds ago and failed to do anything to save them.

When Riddle woke up in a daze, everyone around showed complicated expressions. The trio looked like they wanted to throttle Riddle, their faces full of animosity. Cater looked detached and was now pale. He was also standing still and spacing out, which was unlike him. He looked like he was trying to process something.

And Trey, Trey looked at him like he was disappointed and also regretful. His eyes were rather glassy, and his mouth opened and snapped shut repeatedly, gulping in between as though he couldn't decide what to tell him.

"You overblot, and Yuu… is dead."

It wasn't the greatest news to listen to when he wasn't aware of what he had become and had done. Riddle's face immediately morphed to horror before bawling and mumbling in between sobs about how sorry he was and how he didn't mean to.

"Guys, the headmaster is here!" yelled Yuu while panting from running, Crowley, the headmaster, followed behind them, looking worriedly at his surroundings and the victims.

In an instant, everyone's eyes went round with confusion and shock, as if they had seen a ghost. Then there were shouts, hugs, and other things.

Yuu huffed at their exclamations of seeing Yuu dead again. "Again? You guys need to see a doctor. I'm not sure why the others see me dead as well. I'm clearly alive."

"But, but—you were there!"

"Yeah, and then I went to fetch the headmaster! You guys are seeing things; I'm worried about you. You need to rest or something. It could be your imaginations and fear working together."

Despite their attempts to explain, Yuu merely cast a worried and slightly judgmental look toward them.

Yuu didn't believe them at all, and they began to doubt themselves.

This happened to multiple people. Some even said they saw Yuu fall to death, and when they came to check out, Yuu merely sprained their leg or broke a bone or two. Or when Yuu said theh knew how to fake their death when they got squeezed until their lips turned blue and breathed out their last breath as they went limp. The story of how they saw Yuu dead varied in so many ways.

And just like before, when one confronted Yuu about it, Yuu didn't believe them all, dismissing their sick sense of fun in murdering Yuu and told them to see a doctor, not taking their so-called traumatization of getting exposed to Yuu's death into consideration. They're losing their mind at this. They were not even alone in this, so what could be the reason they keep seeing Yuu's 'death'?

Could this be someone else's unique magic, or a disease that slowly affects Twisted Wonderland? Are they really that sick in the head to the point they imagine this?

It must be; there's no explanation to this mystery.

But the twist is this: Yuu got revived almost immediately, and all wounds will be healed, revealing no scars, and therefore, no evidence.

Yuu is fully aware of this, and they don't want to tell someone. So what did Yuu do when people happened to witness their death? They gaslight them all, and goddamn they nailed it. Sure, the others are spiraling into madness, but hey, Yuu's secret is safe.

Extra spice if they got really sick in the head and attempt to murder yuu just to prove something. Yuu either do like they always do or fake being a dead body until they got disposed of and then go far away just in case.

#twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #disney twst #twst #twst yuu #writing prompt #yandere twst #depends since i focus on the idea #yuu is not a therapist #Yuu is gonna give more trauma like candies on halloween

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I’m seriously having a baby fever rn and I need 2010tom x reader fluff😭

lol same 😭😭 crying together

Pregnant?

Thank you 💋💋 love youu

Tags/ warnings: reader taking a pregnancy test, being unsure, mention of abortion.

MDNI ⚠️

Your POV:

"Pregnant?" I repeat, my heart sinking. I'd missed a period, but I was sure it was just stress. Tom and I had been going through a rough patch lately, and I didn't want to make things worse. I stare down at the little pink stick, willing the word to disappear. But it doesn't. "Oh my god." I close my eyes, trying to process the information. "This can't be happening."

I don't know what to do. I can't tell Tom. He'll be furious. He'll leave me. I don't want to ruin our relationship, our family. We've already been through so much. I sink down onto the bathroom floor, wrapping my arms around my knees, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. I don't know how I'm going to get through this.

Maybe I should just get an abortion. It'll be like nothing ever happened. I close my eyes, tears stinging at the back of my throat. I'm scared and confused and heartbroken. I don't want to be a single mother. I don't want to give up on Tom. But what choice do I have?

I hear footsteps outside the bathroom door, and my heart leaps into my throat. Tom. I can't tell him now. I don't have the strength. I need time to figure this out on my own. I take a deep breath, steadying myself, and call out, "Just a minute, okay?" I need to buy myself some time. Some time to decide what I'm going to do.

Time passes slowly as I sit there, listening to the muffled sounds of Tom moving around in the other room. He's probably getting impatient, wondering what's taking me so long. I feel guilty for making him wait, but I can't help it. My mind is awhirl with thoughts and emotions, and I just can't seem to focus on anything else.

Finally, I force myself to stand up and open the door, trying to muster up a smile. "Sorry about that," I say, stepping out of the bathroom. "I wasn't feeling well." Tom frowns, clearly not buying it, but he doesn't press the issue. Instead, he takes my hand and leads me over to the couch.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asks, his voice gentle. I want to tell him, but the words stick in my throat. I can't do this to him right now. I can't burden him with this news. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

I nod, trying to meet his gaze, but I feel guilty for lying to him. "Yeah, I'm just…not feeling well today. That's all." I force a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood. But Tom doesn't seem convinced. He studies me for a moment, and I can see the concern in his eyes.

He leans in, his face close to mine, and brushes a stray hair from my forehead. "If you need anything, just let me know, okay?" he says softly. And in that moment, I realize that maybe I don't have to face this alone. Maybe Tom won't leave me after all.

But I can't tell him yet. Not until I'm sure. Not until I have a plan. So, instead, I force a smile and nod. "Thanks, I will."

The rest of the day passes in a blur. We don't talk about what happened in the bathroom, but there's an awkwardness between us that wasn't there before. I try to push the thoughts of the pregnancy test from my mind, focusing instead on my work and the things we need to do around the house. But it's hard to ignore the weight of my decision hanging over my head.

As the sun begins to set, Tom suggests we order in dinner. We sit on the couch together, watching TV, but I can feel the tension between us growing. I know I need to talk to him, but I'm terrified of what he'll say. Maybe if I just wait until tomorrow, until I'm sure of what I want to do, it'll be easier.

Later, as we're cleaning up the dishes, Tom turns to me, his expression serious. "y/n, we need to talk." My heart sinks, but I steel myself, bracing for the worst. "What's going on?" I ask, trying to sound casual.

Tom takes a deep breath, and then exhales slowly. "I want to make things right between us," he says. "I know I've been distant lately, and I'm sorry for that. But I want us to try and work things out." My heart soars at his words, but I can't help but feel a little cautious. "I love you, y/n," he continues, "and I don't want to lose you."

I look into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception, and find only sincerity. He truly means what he's saying. A wave of relief washes over me, and I realize that maybe, just maybe, there is hope for us after all.

"I love you too," I admit, my voice barely audible. "And I want things to work out between us, too. But we need to talk about what happened in the bathroom today."

Tom's expression clouds over for a moment, and I can see him bracing himself for what I'm about to say. "You found out something, didn't you?" he asks, his voice tight. "You took a pregnancy test, didn't you?"

I nod, feeling a lump forming in my throat. "I'm pregnant," I manage to say. "I don't know how it could have happened, but it did."

Tom takes a step back, his eyes wide with shock. For a moment, I'm afraid he's going to walk away from me, but then he takes a deep breath and slowly exhales. "Oh my God," he whispers. "Are you sure?"

I nod again, feeling tears welling up in my eyes. "I'm positive," I choke out. "I…I don't know what to do."

Tom reaches out to take my hands in his, his grip firm but gentle. "We'll figure it out together," he says, his voice steady. "We don't have to decide anything right now. We can talk to our families, we can see what our options are. We have time."

I look up at him, hope beginning to flicker in my chest. "You mean that?" I ask, my voice trembling. "You're not just saying that to be nice?"

Tom shakes his head, his expression solemn. "I mean it," he says. "I love you, and I'm in this with you, no matter what."

Something inside me breaks free, a weight lifting from my chest. I throw my arms around his neck, burying my face in his shoulder, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Thank you," I whisper. "Thank you for being here for me."

Tom holds me close, stroking my hair and whispering words of comfort and reassurance. "We'll get through this, y/n," he says. "We're in this together."

And for the first time in days, I believe him.

#tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz x reader #itsmealaiah #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel

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just a girl

'you'

last - m.list - next

[march - a lot of writing this chap :)]

everyone watched with shock as the young driver's car flips and crashes into the barrier. "addi? addi are you okay?" nothing. no response. the connection was gone after a couple of seconds.

"red flag, return to pit."

"who is that?"

"is that leblanc?"

"is she okay? please say she's okay"

"no confirmation yet."

the other drivers all return to the pit, all but charles and lando who are seen climbing out of their brightly colored cars. charles runs to the side of the car, speaking to his childhood friend, praying for a response.

it felt like slow motion, watching him run out and crouch down before he turns toward the medics and gives a thumbs up. lando repeats the action, jumping and running over to with the medics

"she's responsive!"

she's helped out of the car before the two other drivers help her toward the ambulance, hopping in with with her and the other medic as the crowd cheers and claps. "she's limping on her right leg, but she's up, giving everyone a thumbs up. she seems like she's going to be okay! leclerc and norris are sticking by her side as well, so she has some support with her."

"this girl has been through a lot recently, certainly one of the strongest driver's i've seen in a long time."

[few days later]

arthurHow are you feeling? How's your ankle? You and Lando are hanging out? I wish you'd talk to me. I was so scared when it happened. I'm sorry I couldn't do more.

pierreI saw Lando's story, I'm glad you're at least with someone I like seeing you smile. I wish you'd talk to me. I know it's probably selfish, it is selfish. But I miss you I texted Norris, I think he'll probably show you, but he said you're holding up goo which makes me happy. Take your time recovering. I hope I see you in the paddock

lewis Lando and Charles said you're holding up well!! That's amazing. Take your time! And thanks for the shout out on your story, I hope to see you in the paddock soon 😊

max Perez is gonna take your seat until you're recovered. I prefer you but you didn't hear it from me. Rest and take your time but also hurry up and heal.

the girl sighed as she looked at the stacked up messages on her phone. she felt bad that she wasn't talking to any of them, especially now that they know she's talking to lando and charles, but she couldn't really escape them all that much.

she has her social media back, well, except twitter. and she has her comments restricted. which is fine, but she hates not being able to interact with her fans.

she had thanked the ferrari and mclaren drivers for risking their race to help her, she wishes they wouldn't have. she would've loved to see either of them potentially get podium after that crash.

at first, the crash didn't seem to affect her much, other than the ankle and bruising. she thought she was okay, at least mentally and emotionally, but she keeps getting these nightmares. Indescribable, blurry, but terrifying nightmares.

"you okay?" lando questioned her, handing her a cup of the mocha iced coffee she lived off of. he finds it pretty gross, personally, but she enjoys it. she smiled at him when she sees the glass cup filled with the cold beverage being handed to her. he never fails to notice how her eyes sparkle, finding so much joy in the smallest of things.

"thank you!" she cheers and takes the drink from him, sipping it up from the pink glass straw, he sits next to her after replacing her old ice pack with a new one. "i'm okay, just would rather be doing anything other than sitting around."

"yeah, well to be active again you gotta be lazy for a little while." he smiled and chuckled at her. she nodded and put the cup on the coaster that was placed on the side table of the couch before returning to her book. "how many books have you read so far?"

"only two." she shrugged, making him chuckle again.

"only two?" she nodded at him, confused why he was asking, "you've been hurt for three days and you've gone through two books?"

"to be fair, the first one i was already almost done with and the second one was a reread, this one might take longer." she shrugged at him.

the two of them sit in silence, she reads, he scrolls through social media. the silence was nice, peaceful. it was something the two of them have gotten used to over these past few days. he's over quite often, checking on her, not giving her the choice to ignore him. and if lando isn't over, then charles is, or at least when they aren't there at the same time.

arthur has surprisingly only stopped by once since the crash. he stopped by when she was sleeping, charles said he told him to only stop by when he had the okay from him. he left some flowers and a teddy bear. pierre hasn't been able to stop by, apparently his trainer has him booked up, but he's sent charles over with some treats and flowers. max has also stopped by, but she was in the bath when he did, her brother let him in and let him leave behind some red bull and get well soon balloons.

the only driver that has stopped by and she talked to was seb, he texted her asking if it was okay if he came by having that he was staying in the same hotel. she needed someone to talk to, dad advice.

"hey kid," he walked in after nolan let him in, he had brought flowers that his amazing wife had bought for her and two stuffed animals that his children picked out, an otter and a bunny. "i can take these and let you two talk." nolan smiled and reached for the gifts, sebastian smiled back and handed them to the girls brother.

he bent over and hugged her, careful not to touch any bruises or her ankle. "how are you feeling?" he asked as he sat in the chair across from her.

she let out a sigh, "could be better," she chuckled, "i wish i could be racing."

"the more you take care of yourself, the sooner you'll be racing again." he stated with seriousness but still wearing a smile, always wearing a smile. "did you ever find out what went wrong?"

"it's under investigation, they said possibly hydraulic and brakes. but they also said that can't gibe me many details about it. i'm surprised i didn't hit anyone honestly"

"so hydraulic and brake issues?"

"more than likely, but they aren't telling me much, horner just told me they're looking into it." she shrugged, she's genuinely confused by what they're not telling her. it's obvious that it's not good though. "i'll probably find out after the fia releases a statement."

"so... your parents have been pissing me off on instagram." he tried joking, but he was dead serious. addi laughed a little, nodding like she was used to hearing that. which in some ways she was. she prided herself on being a family type of person, she does have a relationship with her parents. but ever since formula 4, her parents were very aware of their image. they wanted to be the picture perfect family. but no family is perfect, he dad struggled with some controversy with his business and taxes while she was in formula 3, almost faced jail time. her mom and whole family stuck by his side, even though none of them saw him for nearly three months.

there was also controversy with addi herself, being a girl in racing and all, and at that time, her parents were her managers. they always told her not to speak up about women's issues, don't be controversial, just race. she was never sure what her parents views are politically, they never spoke about it, they never let anyone know about their views. she believed that they didn't even know each others views. she asked only once about her parents view while doing a school project, but they told her that politics should be private.

however, as she's grown and started facing the recent issues with feminism, she started realizing that maybe her parents don't share similar views. the way they reacted to her helmet was not good, and then they stayed mad at her even now. when she crashed they were posting pictures from vacation. her mom did check in and call her, asking if she was okay. she stated that they weren't watching the race when it happened and called as soon as she found out. her dad however, not a word.

she talked to seb a little longer before he had to leave. of course, she couldn't avoid everyone, she has talked to many people from her team. nolan and claire flew out and decided to travel with her and the team to help take care of her, so she has people she's talking to, she just wished she was alone sometimes. but having the support made her happy.

"how's the book?" lando asked after about an hour, he moved from scrolling on social media to playing some type of game on his phone, he must be getting bored. she sighed, putting her bookmark in place and closed the book.

"it's okay, the main character is kinda bland." she said. she loves reading, it's something she tries to find time to do more often in between her busy schedules. she gets very wrapped up in the characters she read about, she sometimes over-analyzes them. "but the love interest is just... perfect." she beamed.

lando's body language naturally leaned in closer, finding adornment in her excitement about the fictional story. she rants on about the sappy romance of the goofy love interest and the depressed main character. she smiles as she speaks about the details she tells him, making him return the smile.

"so what's stopping them from getting together?" he questioned, it didn't make sense, if the usually bland and depressing main character feel happy and exhilarated around the animated love interest.

"oh! that's something that makes me so upset, she's worried her mental health will ruin his." she scoffed, "which is ridiculous because he's clearly so in love with her."

lando finds the sentence quite... familiar. "so... it's about a depressed girl and a happy-go-lucky lover. why are you even reading it?"

"i don't know, it was recommended to me. but i'm too far in to stop."

the brit nodded and looked at her for a second, "can i ask you something?"

"i don't see why not." she shrugged with a grin on her face.

"what happened between you and arthur?"

her smile faded a little, not into a face of anger or frustration, but sadness. "uhm, well... he likes me, and i just... don't think i like him like that? i mean, there's something there but i still don't know what it is. and, i don't know feelings are complicated."

he nods in agreement, he knows the feeling. "why not try it out?"

she laughed at him and gave him a look that screamed 'be so for real right now' "this is 20 years of friendship we're talking about, we've known each other since birth. i can't ruin that with him." he hummed in response with a head nod. "so your kiss with pierre has nothing to do with it?" he teased a little bit making the girl roll her eyes and shove his shoulder.

"there's just so much going on, i have a lot of feelings."

"towards arthur? or pierre?"

"towards... a few people, them included."

lando raised his eyebrows in surprise, "you're just falling in love left and right, eh?" he joked, making addi for a small smile on her face before it fades again.

"i wouldn't say love, maybe more of confusion"

"understandable, especially with our lifestyle, finding and feeling love can be hard." he nodded in agreement, knowing his own struggles in finding a good relationship. "so, pierre, arthur, who else?"

"you can't know all my top secrets norris," she lightly punched his shoulder, more of shoving it, hoping to hide the pink emerging on her cheeks. "pierre and i don't even really have much going either."

lando tilts his head, pulling his eyebrows together, "elaborate?"

"we agreed that the feelings were in the past. but, i'm not too sure anymore."

"why not?"

she looked in his eyes, his eye color confuses everyone, including himself. but she's a strong believer in them being blue with flakes of other colors here and there. they're quite unique, beautiful. "he came to my hotel room that night, when i was avoiding everyone under the sun-"

"you're still doing that, but continue," he chuckled. addi rolls her eyes and continues her explanation, "i yelled at him. and i'm not one to yell to be honest, i mean before everything that's been going on i've always been able to control my emotions fairly well. but i just, yelled at him. and i wasn't even angry at him. but even with my psychotic breakdown, he looked at me the same way he did when we kissed."

lando doesn't necessarily like what he's hearing, but it's addi we're talking about, he's going to listen. this is the most she's talked to him in about a week, and if it wasn't for the fact that she crashed in bahrain, he wouldn't be there with her. it's quite cruel how the world works. "so he has feelings for you too, what's stopping you from getting together?" he repeats the same question he asked about the fictional character earlier.

she takes a second to think about how she should say this, if she should even say it at all…

"you."

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𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝟷𝟻

𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙'𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 »

𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐷. 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝐿𝑎𝑤 ✘ ♀ 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓: マキトシ

Story: The princess of Tanata

[Long Fic]

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Spoiler: nope

Warnings: nope

slowburn with plot

Wordcount: 3057

Text in italics emphasizes the reader’s thoughts

Bold and italic text emphasizes Law's thoughts *~*

Tagging: @slytherinambitious - @sassyyassi - @norasincubi - @cottoncandyloverrrr - @one-piece-frvr7

"Sorry y/n to interrupt your special time with Law…" She approaches you with a mischievous grin on her face and laughs in your ear. You frown at her as you walk side by side down the long hallway. What's up with that remark?

"Special time? Huh? What's up with you?" You roll your eyes and lightly push her away with your shoulder. Nami pouts a little, her eyes glinting at you knowingly.

"Oh come on, I've got you all figured out. Whenever you had your little lessons, you always ran around the palace with a huge grin on your face…." She stands in front of you and forces you to stop. With her hands clasped behind her back, she wiggles her eyebrows up and down like 'come on, tell me something'. You didn't realize how obviously you were behaving, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything.

"Oh, I was just happy because I was learning new things. Everything is a bit exciting at the moment… Besides, I wasn't alone with him… Chopper was also there and together with Law they taught me about your medicine." You talk your way out of it, but you're still unsure whether Nami will buy it. She looks after you with obvious suspicion as you walk past her.

"Nope, I don't believe you! After all, I just saw how close you were sitting to each other!" You suddenly stop in your tracks. A triumphant smile appears on Nami's face.

"I also saw how much you had blushed."

She comes closer to you and grabs you by the shoulders.

"Oh come on, he just looks different from the men who live here, of course I'm interested." You reluctantly admit. When you can't brush Nami off, you try to play it cool.

"Yeah, sure, and what about Zoro?" - "Eww Zoro? He's just like Ambrosios, all muscles and pride." You look arrogantly at your fingernails and ignore Nami's gaze. You don't let yourself get down, even if Nami is pacing around you like a wild cat.

"What about Sanji?" You put your hands on your hips a little appalled.

"Listen, the womanizer might be able to cook, but before anything happens between him and me, he'll already have died of a nosebleed… Besides, Thalia likes him!" - "Okay, okay, I get it. But tell me… how come, there's nothing going on between you and Ambrosios? This guy is hot as hell."

Ahhhh, I guess I figured out Nami's type. You save that info.

"Me and Ambrosios?! No way! I grew up with him, he's like my brother and he's totally annoying." You laugh a little. "He's just like a big brother who likes to get on his sister's nerves." - "Uh huh." She looks at you again with a look that confuses you. Like she knows things you don't.

"All right… On your nerves… You're so blind! That guy has a huuuge crush on you!" Your reaction is almost disgusted and you twitch an eye uncontrollably. Maybe Nami is just crazy, but somehow you really love that about her. Your disturbed face relaxes again and you burst out laughing.

"So what? It doesn't change anything anyway." Your laughter dies down and you shake your head slightly as you start walking again.

"Uh? What does that mean?" She catches up and now you're walking side by side again.

"Well, I'm the priestess and that means I can't get married or have a romantic relationship." Nami's face goes a little pale.

"And what about your womanly needs?"

You weren't expecting such a direct and intimate question and you blush in an instant.

"Heeey! what's this all about? Do you want me to pepper you with questions like that? With how many members have you hooked up with? hmm?" You stick your tongue out at her.

"Yeah, well, I'll leave the subject at that… But I'll stick to my opinion that you really like 'Mr. Surgeon of Death'." - "Oh, think what you want." You know you can't convince Nami anyway, so you just leave it alone.

When you arrive in her and Robin's room, Robin sits on her bed. She looks up from her book and smiles gently at you without saying anything.

You're not sure what Nami has planned, you more or less just followed her without asking. Nami puts down the picnic basket and turns to face you, hands on her hips.

"Okay! You can decide y/n, do you want to talk and eat the pastries or would you rather go shopping to distract yourself?" Her dynamic nature makes you laugh.

"Can I have both?" A little shyly, you make circular movements with your index fingers. Surprised, Nami thinks for a moment.

"Yes, of course!" She opens the picnic basket and takes things out, including a bottle of wine. Meanwhile, Robin had fetched three wine glasses and poured everyone some wine. Together you sat on Nami's huge bed, which had room for at least two more people.

"Do you want to talk about why you… you know… cried?" She starts the conversation a little cautiously. Her voice took on a soft tone and there was no sign of her quirky manner. She was genuinely worried about you.

You take a deep breath and briefly consider how to start the conversation.

"What would you do if you were forced to give up your dreams?" Nami and Robin look at each other knowingly, they both know exactly what it's like to live a life where dreams have no room.

"I wouldn't give a shit what the others say!" Nami laughs as she looks at you again. The answer is perhaps charming but unfortunately not helpful. You groan a little in despair and Nami realizes that she can't comfort you with that.

"You know, I can speak from experience that life doesn't always go the way you want it to. Sometimes you just need a little push in the right direction!" She makes a hand gesture as if she's pushing someone away from her.

"A push huh?" - "Yes, exactly. I was caught in a pretty stupid situation back then, but Luffy got me out of it!" You perk up and a mischievous grin appears on your face.

"Ahh, so you're into Luffy?" You want to get back at her a little, for cornering you like that before. She grabs a pillow and swings at you. You narrowly avoid her attack and you and Robin laugh at the redhead.

"Noooo! Oh my god…! Luffy has inspired me to make my dreams come true… He inspired each and every one of us…" She says proudly as she looks over at Robin, who nods in confirmation.

"Oh that's nice… I've hardly talked to anyone about it, but those who know my wish have tried to talk me out of it…" You look sadly at your wine.

"Well… what is your wish?" She tilts her head slightly to one side and raises an eyebrow.

"I wish to leave the kingdom and relinquish my title as a holy princess…" You don't dare to look into her eyes. You don't want to see her reaction. You wouldn't be able to handle it, if one more person had something against your dreams today.

"Ah okay, and what's wrong with that?" Your face goes up again abruptly and you look at her with widened eyes. She seems so unfazed by your statement, as if you just want to try out a new hobby like drawing.

"Well, I would have to leave everyone behind and I have duties, not only as a priestess but also as a princess. I can't be replaced, but even if I could find a solution, my grandfather wouldn't let me go." The two women nod attentively at you.

"You know, your grandfather is probably just worried. It's a crazy world out there…" You roll your eyes.

"Yes, I'm aware of that, but it's not like I'm weak!" - "That's right, y/n can fight back, she's proven that to us." Robin swings the wine around in her glass as she recalls her memory.

"Yeah that's right…" Nami taps her finger thoughtfully on her lip. "That's just how family is… They always worry, and sometimes too much." She shrugs her shoulders and you begin to understand no matter how strong or what solution you come up with, your grandfather won't be able to let you go with a calm heart.

"Who else advised you against your ideas?" Robin asks you.

"Law." - "Law?" says Nami in surprise.

"Yes, Law. He said it wouldn't be a good idea to sail into the world with pirates." - "Ohh what a gentleman..." She rolls her eyes and lets herself fall a little backwards. She sighs with satisfaction as her back touches the soft pillows.

"Maybe he just wanted to warn you how hard the pirate life is compared to your princess life? No more soft silk cushions, no servants to bring you anything you want with a smile, no expensive wine, no privacy, no carefree life…" Before she can add any more points, you stop her by pressing your hand over her mouth and she looks at you in surprise.

"Yes, yes, I know all that, but it's not something I would miss, for sure." You lean back and let go of her mouth. You groan with frustration as you empty your glass in one go.

"I don't want to be adored or wrapped in cotton. Besides, I want to learn more about my powers and that's something even my grandfather forbids me to do." Nami and Robin look at you questioningly. You tell them as much as you can remember about the big disaster back then. How you unleashed forces that almost caused more destruction than the pirates who attacked you.

They hang eagerly on your lips, their emotions wavering between amazement and sadness as you tell them about it. You talk about how your grandfather sank into a deep hole and a dark year in the history of his reign followed. Until the day you woke up from your coma.

"When I woke up again, I couldn't remember anything. A few memories came back little by little, but most of them are gone. My grandfather then made the decision, to burn all unimportant or dangerous scripts and hid artifacts about the Taimu Taimu fruit, so that I would never be able to unleash my true potential." - "But that only means you can't fully control your power..." Robin interrupts you. You nod at her with a smile.

"Maybe so, but explain that to the king." You shrug your shoulders "And your uncle? Can't he help you?" - "Zelos? He would never go against the king's word. He already gets himself into enough trouble to help me, but he can't do anything about it himself."

Talking to the girls was like balm for your soul. In the palace, you have no one you could talk to so freely about such things. Even though Thalia is always there for you, you can't even tell her certain things. You feel a bit bad because you don't even believe that Thalia would shun you. If anything, she's the 'don't just live your life, love it as well' type of girl.

"Hey, you look so sad again. You should try this!" Nami appears in your field of vision and holds up a pastry to your face. Chuckling, you take the treat and bite into it. It's so fluffy and sweet.

"Hey y/n what do you say? How do I look?" Nami grabs her attire by the sides and turns slightly in front of you so that you can see her from all sides.

The tight fitting of the satin gown emphasizes her figure and the folds of the fabric drape elegantly over her various curves. Colorful accents in soft shades of pink and gold are set into the fabric. The color is definitely hers.

"It looks so good on you! But there's still something missing!" You walk through the store while a few attendants trot after you, with dresses in their arms. You go to a stand where bracelets with silk shawls are hanging, searching for a certain color. Your eyes widen in delight as you find the perfect one.

You walk back happily with the bracelets in your hand.

"Here, you have to attach these to your upper arms. The fabric will blow behind you like a veil." You help her put the hoops on and smile at her as you take a step back to have a look at Nami.

"Aww those are so pretty! That rose gold goes really well with the gown and the veils even glitter slightly in the light!" Enchanted, she looks at herself in the mirror.

" I have to say, Princess, your country has such a romantic taste in fashion." - "If you say so." You laugh into your hand.

"What about you?" - "Me?! No no, I certainly have enough dresses in the palace." You cross your arms in front of you.

"But there's another store I'd like to go to." - "Oh yeah? Where do you want to go?" she calls out as she changes in the fitting room.

"There's a little bookshop here and the owner is an author himself. My favorite author, to be exact, and he's published a new book that I have to buy!" By the end of your sentence, your excitement was hard to ignore, you've been waiting for him to finish it for ages now. It's a sequel to a romance and the first part pretty much ended in a cliffhanger.

Nami steps out of the cabin in her own clothes. One of your servants stepped right up to her and held out his arm.

"Lady Nami, let me carry this for you." He spoke politely.

"I could reaaaally get used to this!" Laughing like a little princess with her nose up, she put her clothes on his arm. This would look arrogant on someone else, but Nami just has such charisma that you can't really be mad at her.

You hook yourself into her arm and walk towards the exit together. The shopkeeper thanks you for your visit and gives you a respectful bow.

"Hey wait!" Nami stops in her tracks and you fall back, a little in surprise.

"I forgot to pay for this!" As she turns back around, you hold her tightly and shake your head.

"Don't worry about it, the owner will just send us the bill and Grandpa will pay it." You gasp a little as Nami jumps into your arms with hearts in her eyes.

"This is a DREAM!" She cries wildly and the servants all rush to help her with tissues.

On the streets, people greet you with happy faces. They love you. They cherish you. They worship you… Of course you like attention but it always feels like they only love what you do and not who you are. With your distinguished manner, you return every wave, smile and chat with anyone who comes your way.

That's part of your job as a princess. You must be kind and generous to your people, because the harmony in Tanata depends on the royal house and the stronger the bond between the people and the royal house, the better.

"Hoowww you haven't finished it yet?!" You rest your arms on the counter in despair and hang your head.

"I'm sorry princess but somehow I'm lacking a bit of inspiration…" The bookshop owner is just as depressed as you are and you both compete in sulking.

"Inspiration?" Nami wonders.

"Yes, somehow everything I have in my head is so dull and nothing new…" The owner grips the back of his neck a little ashamed.

"Oh come on, this book is my only chance of romance." You cry like a waterfall. You've read the first part so many times that you have it all memorized by now. When you heard that he was writing a second part, you immediately rushed to his bookshop to confirm the rumor.

"Sorry princess… I was hoping I could get some inspiration from your guests, after all, today is the party for little Princess Megara!" Hope sparkles in his eyes.

"Shit!" slips out of your mouth and you quickly put your hand over your lips. Your servants and the bookshop owner react in shock.

"Your Highness, please watch your language!" you hold back the eye roll and smile apologetically at them.

"I completely forgot that today is the big banquet for the birth of Megara… we should get back to the palace Nami!" You grab the redhead by the hand and stormed out of the store.

"Hey, why are you in such a hurry!" you look over your shoulder at her "I still have to prepare the present for Megara!"

Back in the palace, you hurry into the dressing room and search through all the drawers until you come across a small chest. You pause for a moment as you hold the small blue chest in your hands. Your fingers run over the engraving and a small stab goes through your heart.

"Did this belong to your mother?" Nami asks when she sees the name on the chest.

"Yes." You say in a low voice. You hesitate slightly before you finally bring yourself to open it.

On a small cushion lies a beautiful laurel crown with unique details. The crown is adorned with fine moonstone dahlias and carefully you hold your mother's crown in your hands.

"It's beautiful." Nami swears.

You carefully place it in a flat gift box and tie a bow around it.

"I think it will look very good on Megara." You both smile at each other and leave the room together.

"Well then, let's get dressed up for the banquet!"

After you and Nami went your separate ways, you went to change your clothes and Nami went back to Hera's palace. You agreed with her that you would pick up the whole gang, when it was time for the banquet, so that you could all go into town together. When the time came, you started to get a little nervous. You're really looking forward to the party.

Arriving at the huge door of the Heras palace, you take a deep breath before stepping inside. As you open it, you are immediately struck by the sight of Law in the hall, talking to Zoro and Ambrosios.

He looks simply incredible in the traditional attire... You try to control your face as the guys notice you.

"Hey hey heeey, Ambrosios… What are you doing here?" You try to make your expression look like you're surprised by his presence. The warrior rubs his eyes as his gaze fell on your cleavage.

"Princess?!" He eyes you up and down. "Is that you? Yes, it's you! I thought I saw an angel…" He runs his fingers through your hair and smiles charmingly at you. You stick a finger down your throat in a symbolic gesture and imitate a gagging sound. You think of Nami's words, but no matter how hot he is, he doesn't trigger anything in you. In your eyes, he's just a typical heartbreaker.

"Distance big man." You turn away from him. Your eyes go around. The hall is large and the nearby fireplace room is always open. A few pirates have gathered there, the only ones you haven't seen yet are the girls Ikkaku, Nami and Robin.

"The girls aren't ready yet?" - "Nope, it'll probably take a little longer. Women…" Zoro answers you somewhat sneeringly. You have to laugh at his comment and playfully nudge him in the side so that his robe, which he must have struggled to put on, gets loose.

"Don't say that so loudly you greenhead, you know how hard it is to get into those clothes. The women's clothing is actually much more complicated than the men's." Ambrosios comes close to you and strokes your shoulders.

"And much nicer." He winks at you. You shake his hands off before he starts to laugh. He whispers 'Don't be like that' but you don't respond. He just wants to play with you.

"Law, did Bepo get my present?" you clap your hands together and get a little closer to him. You asked Law to give Bepo a cloak that you got specially tailored for the mink.

He no longer keeps his distance when you approach him, he's gotten used to it over time. This is good for you, as you no longer have to be ashamed because he always reacted a little awkwardly.

"Yes, he even wears the cloak." He mentions coolly while pointing at the polar bear. Your eyes follow his elegant fingers. For a moment, your gaze lingers on his tattoos. The black color on his knuckles flatters his skin color.

When you catch the sight of the bear, it leaves you flushed and you run into the mink's arms.

"Awww Bepo! That looks so good on you!" You literally jump into his face as you wrap your arms around him. The polar bear returns your hug and rubs his cheek against yours.

"Hehe… you're the one who looks gorgeous!" - "Awww you're so cute!" Gently, the Mink lets you down onto the floor, being very careful not to step on your gown.

You're always fabulously dressed either way, but today's outfit was a little more revealing than usual. After all, it's a party and you wanted to be a little more daring. Not only are you showing a little more skin, but your robe is tinted to match your eyes and it's obvious from a distance that you're wrapped in only the most expensive fabrics. Jewelry on both arms and a long veil is attached to your shoulders which blows slightly in the wind when you walk.

When the girls came into the hall and you were sure that everyone was there, you set off together into the city, to celebrate the birth of the new Princess Megara.

Excited already? I definitely am XD The banquet will surely be a pretty long chapter so I have to finish chapter 15 like this. If I had continued, I would have had a hard time finding a cut. I'm looking forward to writing the banquet chapter for WEEKS, so you can be sure I'll post it this week :D

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dottie im here for the women

can you give us some sweet, loving, hot sex between cirrus and cumulus? im in need of some girl on girl action. im not picky <3

so the outline for this was, in all caps, "cumulus just fucking loves her wife so much"

Cirrus deserves to be pampered, okay?

about 1.7k of Cumulus taking care of Cirrus, oral sex, and mentions of strapons and facesitting

"I went to our favorite store when I was out this afternoon," Cirrus says, voice filtering in past the open bathroom door, where Cumulus is finishing up washing her face, gently smoothing lotion onto her skin.

Cumulus pauses, perking up and sticking her tongue out at her reflection as she realizes how eager she's being. "Yeah?" she asks, priding herself on how even she keeps her tone as her stomach jumps. She knows exactly what store Cirrus is talking about, the toy chest tucked underneath their roost full of all sorts of their wares.

"You wanna try something different tonight, songbird?"

"You always have the best ideas, loon," Cumulus says. "I'm in."

"Cue, you didn't even see what I got," Cirrus whines, but even though Cumulus can't even see her, she can hear her smile on the air. Cumulus flicks the bathroom light off, stepping into the room she shares with her beloved.

Cirrus, as always, is a vision. Dark navy hair pooling over her exposed shoulders, the dusting of light spots on her grey skin that earn her Cumulus's favorite nickname, dressed in soft sweatpants and a tanktop, ready for lounging in bed. But there's an odd expression on her face, a furrow in her brow that Cumulus wants nothing more to smooth out with her kisses. She glances down at the bed, at an open package overflowing with soft blue tissue paper sat on the foot of it.

"Ooh, whatcha get?" Cumulus asks, keeping her tone bright, trying to get her love to smile.

Cirrus just gestures at the box, a foot long on each side, a few inches deep. Cumulus doesn't go immediately to the package, instead cooing as she presses up against Cirrus's side. "Baby," Cumulus whispers, staring up at her with wide eyes. "What's wrong, my little loon?"

"Just thinking," Cirrus blinks, leaning down to nose at Cumulus's curls, making a soft little noise as she breathes in the scent of her shampoo. Cumulus wraps her arms around her waist, just holding her. "I got you something," she whispers into her hair. "You wanna see?"

"I'd like nothing more," Cumulus says, reaching out with one arm to rifle through the tissue paper. The other stays wrapped around Cirrus's waist.

The first thing she feels other than the paper is soft, buttery leather, and then cool, solid silicone. She wraps her hand around it, humming softly as she takes the new harness and strap from the box. It's a much slimmer toy than Cumulus normally prefers, a little shorter too, a white, icy blue marble where it's threaded through the silver o-ring at the front of the harness, gently curving up, and that's when it hits her.

She turns back to Cirrus, a grin dimpling her cheeks. "Oh, baby," she coos. "What a lovely toy you've gotten me. Would you like me to use it on you?"

The grey blush deepens, begins to creep down Cirrus's throat, and she hums uncharacteristically shy.

Cumulus turns, taking her by the biceps. "Baby, I'd be more than happy to." She stands up on her tiptoes, nudging her nose against the line of Cirrus's jaw, pressing fluttering kisses there. Cirrus looks up, meeting her eyes.

"Sorry," she breathes, laughing softly as Cumulus's breath tickles her skin.

"Whatever for?" Cumulus asks, cooing as she presses a kiss just under her ear.

"Can't seem to ask for what I want," she shifts, and Cumulus smooths her hands up and down her biceps. "Have to make you guess."

"Hey," she says, hands moving up to cup Cirrus's cheeks, making the taller ghoulette meet her gaze. "I know you, Cirrus. We crawled out of the Pit together. I know you, and you know me, and I want to give you what you want."

Cirrus huffs, smiling softly. "I want," she breathes. "I want to see you wearing that strap I bought."

Cumulus smiles, a glint of something mischievous in her eye. "Just see me?"

Cirrus rolls her eyes, laughing as she turns her head, pressing a ghost of a kiss against her mate's palm. "Dove," she says. "Don't make me say it."

She laughs, spinning her by the arms so the back of her legs press against the edge of the mattress. "Say what? That you want your mate to take care of you and use this very pretty little toy and make you feel good?"

The noise Cirrus makes is something that Cumulus wishes she could bottle and keep forever. "Oh, that's it, then?" She coos, coaxing her to lay down in their aerie. "You wanna be my princess tonight?"

Cirrus keens, an arm flopping over her eyes, the hem of her tank top riding up, and Cumulus has to fight not to drool at the sight of the soft pad of fat that sits just above her hips. "Oh, princess, don't hide, I wanna see you."

There's a clicking noise as Cirrus swallows, removing her arm from her face as Cumulus straddles her hips. Cirrus stares up at her, her normally pin-like, avian pupils blown out, darkness swallowing the grey of her irises. She reaches up, curling a strand of Cumulus's soft hair around one of her fingers before tucking it behind a feathered ear. "Please, dove."

Cumulus leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her mate's lips. She doesn't need confirmation, knows what Cirrus wants just as well as she knows her own needs. Cumulus helps her sit up just enough to pull her tank top off over her head.

"My prettiest ghoul," she coos, kissing down her chest, hands cupping the swell of her breasts. Cirrus chokes out a whine, carding her long fingers through her mate's hair as she kisses downward.

Cumulus takes her time, even though her patience is already wearing thin and she wants nothing more than to reward her love for offering her that vulnerability. She knows Cirrus, knows how she struggles to open up sometimes. She spends so much taking care of the others that there's not much left for herself.

Cumulus focuses her efforts on the softness of her stomach, just above the waistband of her sweats, sucking and mouthing at the skin, leaving small, violet bruises until Cirrus gasps, reaching down and shoving at her sweats.

"Cue, dove, please," Cirrus breathes, lifting her hips as they both work together to shove her pants and underwear off.

She grins, pushing gently at the lean muscle of Cirrus's thigh, making a little more space for herself as she hooks it over her shoulder. Cumulus turns, watching Cirrus's face out of the corner of her eye as she turns her affections on her inner thigh, kissing and sucking and nipping higher and higher, until Cirrus is whining, fingers tangled in the sheets.

"Grab my hair, princess," she coos, breath hitting where Cirrus is already slick with anticipation, clit jutting out from her folds, dusky and swollen even though it hasn't been touched yet.

Cirrus does as she's told, taking handfuls of Cumulus's curls, pianist's fingers curling against her scalp, but not pulling. Always so gentle.

Cumulus glances up, locking eyes with her before pressing her tongue to her folds, dragging it up over her clit. She doesn't look away, even as the warm pressure rips a quiet moan from her throat. Cumulus hums, shifting Cirrus's thigh on her shoulder and kissing her clit into her mouth, tongue fluttering against the tip.

"Shit, Lus," Cirrus gasps, breaking eye contact as her head tips back against the pillows. Cumulus holds on to her as she works at her, fingers dimpling the flesh of her thigh, her hip. She doesn't look away, knows Cirrus's body like her own, icy blue eyes locked on the way Cirrus's jaw goes slack.

Her world narrows to the points of contact, to watching her mate's expression as she licks at her, drowning in her taste. Cirrus's fingers clench and unclench, never pulling, and Cumulus coos into her cunt.

Cirrus jolts at the vibrations, fists closing as she yelps. "Fuck!"

"Does that feel good, baby?" she asks, pulling back to nose at her dark, slick curls. She presses a kiss to the tip of her clit, nuzzling her cheek against Cirrus's inner thigh.

"Fuck, Lus, please don't stop," Cirrus begs, fingers twitching in her hair.

"Never," She grins, licking a stripe over her clit before sucking gently on it, humming softly. Cirrus nearly squeals, hips jolting off of the bed, and Cumulus just holds her. "My polite little loon."

She smooths her hand up and down Cirrus's flank. One of Cirrus's hands leaves her hair, finds hers, and she squeezes her hand with more confidence than gripping at her curls. Cumulus smiles, redoubling her efforts.

Cirrus squirms, gasping and panting quietly. "Lus, shit, jus' like that, please," she begs, holding tight to her hand.

Cumulus lets her eyes lock onto Cirrus's face, not stopping even for a moment, air magick letting her hold her breath as long as she'd like and not a moment less.

Cirrus cries out wordlessly as she cums, and Cumulus watches her expression, wants to remember the bliss on her face forever. She keeps licking and sucking until Cirrus's hand tightens in her hair for real, panting and writhing beneath her with overstimulation.

She pulls back, licking her lips like the cat that got the cream. "Feeling good, baby?"

Cirrus laughs, chest heaving as she catches her breath. "Is the sky blue?"

Cumulus purrs, self-satisfied. She straddles Cirrus's hips, cupping her cheeks in her hands, leaning in to kiss her languidly. Cirrus moans at the taste of herself on Cumulus's tongue.

When they pull away, Cumulus presses her forehead to Cirrus's, their horns knocking gently together. "Are you ready for the strap, Cir?"

Cirrus grunts, propping herself up for a moment. The wave of heat from her expression nearly makes Cumulus double over. It's the look Cirrus gets when she's about to pounce. "Damn the strap, dove," she says, patting the pillow next to her head, a wicked smirk on her lips. "Changed my mind for right now. I want my turn. Come up here and have a seat."

#wammen #haven't written smut in like two months lol please cut me some slack #(what a wild sentence to me. only started writing smut last year lmao)#cirrus deserves to be pampered and loved on and cumulus is waving her hands in the air to volunteer #dot's writing #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #cirrus ghoul #cumulus ghoul #cirrus x cumulus

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14buddy22 · 5 months

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I’ll Spend the Rest of My Life Making It Up To You Series

I am SO sorry it has taken me this long. I've been working 3-4 jobs between teaching, coaching, and babysitting, so it's been A LOT. I promise I'm going to wrap up this story shortly! Thanks for sticking with me :)

WC: 2.8K // Series Masterlist // Masterlist

Warnings: Attorneys, mother/father-in-law, talk of domestic abuse, talk of court, Aaron comforting you, Jack being amazing.

It had been a few weeks since you met with the attorney. You had been in contact with him, Jake had been served the divorce papers, and after numerous text messages from him and Aaron making you keep your promise that you wouldn’t give into him, you fortunately got your way that he’s going to sign the papers.

What you didn’t expect was to be getting a phone call, at 8am, from your attorney. Aaron was getting ready for work, but he didn’t expect your phone to ring either.

“Hello?”

“Hi Y/n, it’s Brian. Sorry for the morning wake up call, do you have a minute to talk?”

Aaron looked at you, mouthing to you asking who it was.

“Hi Brian, yeah, I have a minute to talk. What’s going on?”

Aaron moved to sit next to you on the bed and you placed your phone on speaker. Neither of you knew what he was going to say, but to be getting a call this early in the morning, you knew it probably couldn’t be good.

“So, we know the divorce is going through, that’s going to be finalized.”

“But?”

“Jake’s pleading not guilty on assault.”

You froze. How could he plead not guilty? You had evidence! You had your letters. How could Brian think he could get off? Yes, his father was a good attorney, but how is he going to defend him?

“I’m so sorry, Y/n, but we have to go to court.”

“What are the next steps?”

You leaned into Aaron and he just held you in his arms. You were trying not to break down from the news. You were trying to show Aaron you can handle it yourself. You didn’t even know if you could, but you tried to convince yourself you could. Fake it til you make it, right?

“We’re going to gather all the evidence, we’ll meet with the judge to set a court date.”

“Is his father representing him?”

“No.”

That should say something. Jake’s own father, a successful D.A. for the county is not representing his own son. That should have a lot of say in the courtroom, right?

“It can and can’t. All Brian has to say is that he requested a different attorney because he didn’t want his father to get caught up in what he’s dealing with.”

You looked up at Aaron and you could tell he was thinking. The gears were physically turning in his head. You glanced at the clock and knew that if you didn’t let Aaron go, he’d never get to work on time.

“If you could just keep me updated, please.”

“Of course, I’m sorry this isn’t the phone call you wanted.”

“Nothing you could do about it, Brian. I just need your help in court.”

“And you’ll have me at my best.”

You hung up after thanking him and you looked at Aaron. You let out a deep breath as he hugged you tighter.

“You need to get going, you’re going to be late.”

“I’ll call in if you don’t want to be alone.”

“I have Mason and Jack here with me. I’m okay. Thank you. Go to work. We’ll see you tonight.”

“You’ll call me if anything changes.”

“Always.”

Making your way into the kitchen, you saw Jack watching his morning cartoons and went to go check on Mason. Mason was starting to wake up, so you grabbed him, got him ready for the day, and then started to prep his bottle for breakfast while making Jack breakfast.

Aaron was moving swiftly around the apartment, grabbing his briefcase, some files, a go-bag, and Jack was following him around, asking him questions about what’s for dinner and what movie they’re going to watch tonight. You then looked at Mason in the bouncer, carefully following Jack and Aaron’s movements.

“I’ll hopefully be back tonight, buddy. Then we’ll hang out all you want. Okay? I love you.”

Aaron hugged Jack and kissed him on the forehead. Then you heard Mason screech and start reaching out towards Aaron.

You began to chuckle and said, “I think Mason thinks he’s missing out, Aar.”

Aaron knelt on the floor and he kissed Mason’s forehead. “See ya tonight, Mas. Be good for your mom. I love you, buddy.”

Your heart melted. Mason needed this. He needed to feel extra love. He needed all the love he could get. It also made you happy to know Jack wasn’t jealous that Mason was here. That Jack wouldn’t be the “only” son anymore, that he’d have to share his dad for a little bit.

Aaron walked over to you and gave you a hug. “I’ll see you tonight, I’ll keep you updated thorughout the day. Let me know if Brian calls with any more information.”

“Of course, now go. Be safe. Have a good day.”

As he walked out the door, Jack started playing with Mason as you finished making their breakfast. You slowly were figuring out the dynamic and routine that Jack and Aaron had and how your routine with Mason was slowly fitting in with theirs. Mason had gotten on a better sleep schedule. Maybe it’s because he was nearly 7 months old. Maybe it was because he just knew he was in a safe place now. You don’t know. You were just glad Aaron was understanding. You were happy you met him way back when, you were happy that you were forgiving of him for breaking your heart, because you knew for some reason he’d be in your life again. You didn’t think he’d be in your life this way, but you were happy you had him. Just as you were told by Penelope that he was happy he had you.

As you fed Mason his bottle and Jack ate breakfast, you talked about what your plans were for the day and Jack started talking about what he wanted to do today. Your conversation was cut short when your phone started ringing. You expected it to be Aaron, but when you saw the caller I.D. of your father-in-law, you didn’t know what to expect.

“Hello?”

“Y/n, oh thank god. Is, is Mason okay? Where are you? I’ll come and get you. You can stay with me.”

“Bob, Bob. Relax. Take a deep breath. Mason’s okay. You don’t need to come get us.”

“Where are you staying? Can-can I come see you? Or we can meet in a public place if you don’t want to go out to my house or want me coming to wherever you’re at.”

“Is Jake with you?”

“No. God no.”

“I can come over there to yours and Carol’s house if you’d like? I’m sure Mason misses his Papa.”

“I’ll cook you lunch and if you need to get out, Carol and I can watch Mason.”

“I just need to get a babysitter for a friend’s son that I’m watching. We can be over in an hour or so?”

You could hear your father-in-law let out a sigh of relief. You knew he loved you like a daughter, you just wish he knew what his son was doing to you behind closed doors.

You weren’t ready for Jack to meet your father-in-law, you also didn’t want to be questioned by them just yet. You were close to your in-laws, but Jake is blood, you married into the family. As you made a call to Jessica, who was already on her way over, you also were in the process of thinking what you were going to tell Aaron. Should you call or text? You didn’t want to worry him with a phone call, but you knew he’d ask questions. Maybe you shouldn’t tell him.

When Jessica showed up at the apartment, she told you to be safe, take as long as you need.

When you hugged Jack goodbye, you got Mason’s diaperbag and made your way into the car. Maybe you should stop by the BAU. It was on your way to your father-in-laws. Maybe that would be better. Yeah, right?

As you walked into the BAU, it was pretty empty for the middle of the work day. You know it’s a different job than the average office job, but still. You saw Aaron’s office and made your way up the stairs, Mason in your arms.

When you opened the door, his head shot up. As he stopped what he was doing, he was profiling you.

“Where’s Jack?”

“Jack’s with Jessica. But, I needed to tell you something that needed to be said in person instead of over the phone.”

Mason started to fuss and point towards Aaron. Aaron stood up and grabbed Mason and he said, “What’s going on?”

“My father-in-law called me today. He asked if Mason and I can come over.”

“And you’re taking him?”

Aaron began to slightly bounce back and forth with Mason in his arms, immediately calming Mason down. It made you want to fall in love with Aaron even more. It’s the little things that you notice.

“Yeah. I’m going to. That’s Mason’s grandfather. He had no idea what Jake was doing to me. I can’t just cut him off from his grandson. He’s been so good to Mason and me, Aaron. You have to understand that.”

“I’m going with you.”

“No, you’re not. You’re staying here.”

“Then I’m keeping Mason while you go.”

“Aaron, he’s my son. Let Mason see his grandfather, he’s not going to see his father. Jake’s dad has no idea where Jake is, nor has he talked to him.”

“Turn on your location.”

You rolled your eyes, already knowing that Aaron knows he already has your location just as you have his. You were annoyed at how protective he was, but you needed that. He was afraid he was going to lose you.

“Aaron. I love you, but let me do this. My location’s already on.”

You hugged Aaron and took Mason from him.

“If you don’t hear from me in two hours, you can call to check in on me. Okay?”

Aaron nodded and he hugged you again, giving Mason a kiss on the cheek as well. When he finally let go, you saw the look of worry on his face. The look of the possibility that he was going to lose two of the three best things in his life right now.

He lost you once, he wasn’t going to lose you again. He made a vow to protect you when he sat down and wrote his wedding vows the day after he got engaged to you. Those words of broken promises he made to you still haunted him. He knew if he ever had a chance, he would make those vows come true, not broked promises again.

“Take my car, okay?”

“Then help me with Mason’s car seat, yeah?”

After a hug goodbye and a goodbye kiss for Mason, you and your son were on your way to your father-in-laws house. You were scared, upset. Bob and Carol loved you, especially Bob. Carol was hesitant at first because Jake was her baby boy, but she loved you when she knew you were going to be with Jake for the long run. It’s just a shame you didn’t leave sooner.

When you pulled up at your in-laws house, you grabbed Mason from the car and knocked on the door. Taking a deep breath, you were then met with Bob and Carol at the door, both of them immediately pulling you into a hug.

As you made their way into the house, you made sure to place your back to the corner of the wall, that way, if Jake miraculously was here, you could see him in front of you, not him coming from behind.

Your in-laws sat on the couch across from you. Bob asked if he could hold Mason. You hated that they had to ask. Mason was their grandson, but they know what their son has done to you. You didn’t want to cause all of this pain, the long road to recovery.

“First off, I’m sorry that you guys are even involved in this at all.”

“No Y/n. Don’t you dare apologize to Carol and I. It is not your fault. Do you understand me? I’m a damn district attorney and I couldn’t even notice the signs from my own daughter-in-law. I defend women who are domestic violence survivors and I coudln’t even realize that my own son was the cause of all this. I understand you’re going to court. You have Carol and I’s support. Whatever you need.”

You felt a weight lifted off your shoulder. To have the most successful district attorney in the county on your side, felt rewarding. Felt like something was going to go right. Bob had your side. Many people respected him.

“Are you and Mason going to move out of state?”

“No, I think we’re going to stick around. I love my job and where I work. I love my coworkers. I want Mason to grow up knowing his grandparents, even if things don’t work with his father, you guys shouldn’t be cut off from seeing him.”

Carol immediately came over to hug you. She was a mother who was grieving. Her world had come crashing down when you went to the police to report Jake. She had a grandson, her first grandchild, you couldn’t cut them out. You were too good of a person to stop them from seeing Mason.

You watched your son over the next few hours play with his grandparents, how they read him stories, how they were trying to teach him the alphabet, and colors, how they danced with him when music came on.

While Jake was an asshole to you, his parents were amazing. They would do anything for Mason. They’d do anything for you. When Carol was feeding your song, Bob walked over and sat across the couch from you.

“You know, the trial is going to start soon. Um, Carol doesn’t want to be there, but would you be upset if I was there?”

“No, not at all. I just don’t want you to look at your son differently. He’s your son, Bob.”

“I will always love Jake, but I didn’t raise him to lay his hand on a women. Especially when my grandchild is around. I don’t know the evidence, I just know that it is bad enough where everyone stops talking about it when I walk into the room.”

“I don’t want you to see me as weak raising your grandson.”

“No, no. You are not weak. Myself, nor Carol see you as week. We think you’re strong. So strong for getting help. Strong for making this a case. We love Jake, but he doesn’t get to win. He has to pay for his actions. His actions are unacceptable.”

You had to break down. You began crying and Bob moved to your side of the couch, comforting you. You didn’t think you’d actually break down. However, you’re upset that this wonderful man has to go through all of this, whatever is going to happen in court, he’s going to lose his son.

After another hour, you knew it was time to get going. It was time for Mason’s nap. As you watched your in-laws say goodbye to their grandson, not a dry eye was left in that room. As you hugged your in laws and got in the car, you drove away, not believing this life you were living.

If you had never given up on Aaron. If you just would have pushed him to open up to you all those years ago, you wouldn’t be in this situation.

Walking through the door of the apartment, you were rushed with a tiny hug at your legs. You looked standing near the couch with his arms crossed and you watched the tension and worry leave from his body when he saw you and Mason.

“Jack, can you put Mason’s diaperbag back in the corner, I’m going to go put him down for a nap and then I’ll be back out.”

Jack nodded and carried the diaper bag. Aaron looked at you, ready to begin questioning you, and you quietly dismissed him saying, “Not now.”

When Mason fell asleep, you walked back out to Jack having fallen asleep on the couch. Jack also loved his nap time when he has had a busy day.

“You ready to talk?”

You walked over to Aaron on the couch and he stood up, wrapping you in a hug. His arms around you, in a loving way, comforting you at your worst. You immediately began crying. He was there to comfort you. Not saying a word until you did. He didn’t want to pressure you. He knew you’d talk when you were ready.

#aaron hotchner x single mom!reader #aaron hotchner angst #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x female reader #restofmylifeseries

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neowinestainedress · 2 years

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can i request a drabble for haechan apparently being shirtless when practicing (i had to sit down when they revealed that in the dream anniv content) any ideas u have about it please just throw them in imfuffhfdghfugkfu//:/:/haechan??1!1!1?1!

w!: practice room sex, public sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex, implied ‘haters’ with benefits (not really just two idiots who bicker a lot and occasionally fuck AND bicker while they fuck)

a/n: he is completely insane for that, good for the dreamies who can see him. also wrote this in a rush of inspiration and horniness instead of going to sleep lmao, hope you’ll like it!! if there are any mistakes it's because I'm tired, I'll fix them tomorrow. (also it’s longer than a drabble I’m sorry I got carried away but haechan’s so %#?!/(& )

After ten years of training at the SM building, and three years as a debuted idol you should know where your girl group is practicing and where you shouldn’t go. But apparently, you don’t. You blame it on the new building, how long has it been? Two years? Still too new for you to know what you were doing. Being too tired after an entire day practicing for your upcoming comeback, and not having at least one of your groupmates guiding you back from the bathroom, led you here.

“Where the hell is my bag?” You murmur to yourself, scratching the back of your head, realizing that your neon purple bag is nowhere to be seen near the door.

“Surely not here.” You hear from behind, a male voice that makes you turn around in surprise. But your mouth falls open even more when your eyes fall on his body. Why the hell is Haechan naked in the practice room?

“Like what you see?” he asks with the same old smug smirk that you know too well. Now, it can be said that you two have history, or something. Two competitive people can only make a flame explode, right? That’s pretty much what happens every time you are left alone.

“And you? Like to show off?”

“So you agree there’s something to show off,” he chuckles, walking closer to you. And you wish you could mock him some more but well, he had something to brag about for sure, also there was something weirdly hot about him after practice, or in the middle…

“Where are the others?” You ask, drifting your gaze from him, seeing their bags but not them.

“Why do you care?” He asks, leaning against the wall. “Want to make sure we can play?”

“Play? Hide and seek?”

“I know you’re trying too hard to keep your eyes off of me,” he huffs. “And don’t act as if this is the first time.”

“I still don’t get why you are naked. Don’t you film this? Do they upload you on youtube like this?”

“Nah, this one is reserved for special people,” he winks, “and you’re one of the lucky ones.”

“I should go.”

“Are you sure?” He says, blocking you, pushing you against him, and you can’t even care that there’s sweat pearling his abs and it’s sticking against you… at the end, it’s not like you are any better.

You look at the clock, seeing that you still have a bit of time left before somebody started screaming at you all over the building. So you give in. You need to unwind, you have no idea when was the last time you had sex; the busy schedule was barely giving you time to try to take care of yourself alone. And sex with Haechan is great. Damn if it is. And you can’t deny that he looks so good right now, the bright red of his hair that would’ve been horrendous on anybody made him look so attractive, and you weirdly found exciting to see the thing layer of sweat on his bronze skin, defining his muscles even more.

In a second, he drags you to the other side, so you’re just a bit more hidden from the others but the mirrors of the practice room still make you reflect over it.

“Fuck, these pants make your ass look good,” he comments, cupping your asscheek from the grey sweatpants you’re wearing.

“Anything makes my ass look good,” you talk back, smirking at him through the mirror.

“Yeah, but I like it better without nothing,” he chuckles, pushing it down so it reaches your ankles, soon followed by your undies.

“Are you sure they won’t come back?” You ask, fearing some of his groupmates might come in.

“They won’t, but even if they did? Is it a problem?”

“Of course, it is,” you mutter. “Just move.”

“You’re always so eager, God,” he huffs, palming your mound before he starts circling your clit. “And you’re already wet.”

“I’m stressed,” you reply, closing your eyes, forehead falling against the mirror, fogging it with heavy breaths when two of his fingers slide easily inside you.

“And you come looking for me,” he snorts, biting your earlobe, your ass pushing back against him and you can feel his hard throbbing cock press against your tailbone. “Because you know nobody fucks you better than me.”

“It was a coincidence,” you mumble, hand flattening against the mirror to hold yourself up. “And it wouldn’t have happened if you – fuck – put some clothes on.”

“Sure, blame me,” Haechan rolls his eyes. “And cry for me when I don’t give you what you want.”

You turn around in shock when he pulls away from you, and you catch him licking his fingers clean. “Lee Donghyuck,” you warn, glaring at him. “It’s not time and place to fuck around.”

“No?” He pouts. “Thought that was what you wanted to do.”

You let out a heavy sigh before giving up your pride because you really can’t risk it. “Please, fuck me?”

“If you ask so nicely,” he jokes, walking toward you, turning you around again but this time lifting your top and your gym bra up, pushing your boobs against the cold surface of the mirror, nipples going hard in an instant.

“You look so pretty like this, you know?” He coos, pushing your body against the mirror more, the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance, watching in awe as your slit is basically begging him to fuck you. And he does, because he knows you don’t have time and also because he needed this.

Your mouth lets out the biggest moan of relief, finally feeling like you have touched the stars again.

You two might bicker every two seconds when you are in the same room but damn if he knew how to give it to you right.

His cock fills you just right, perfect in length and girth and the speed of his thrusts is your favorite. Not that you had sex with so many idols but yeah, some of them just weren’t it.

Haechan knows everything that you liked, so it’s not surprising that one of his hands reaches around to wrap around your throat, pushing you back against his chest and the other plays with your clit.

“Keep your eyes on me, baby,�� he groans against your ears. “I want you to keep in mind who makes you feel this way. I want you to – fuck – crawl back to this practice room every time you want cock because the others just can’t give it to you like I do.”

You hate proving him right, but he is. “Mhh, yes, nobody like you.”

“I know, baby,” he replies. “Look at the mess on the mirror,” he points out, making you notice that your wetness was splashing everywhere. “Your pussy loves my cock that much.”

You’re about to answer when you hear footsteps from outside the door and your body freezes.

“Hae-Haechan there’s somebody,” you warn him but he has no intention of stopping.

“So who cares? Just keep quiet? Or do you have to let the whole building know you’re letting me fuck you while your members are working hard for the comeback?”

“I can’t keep quiet,” you whisper, feeling humiliated at the confession. It’s not your fault he feels that good.

“I’ll make you keep quiet,” Haechan says before pushing two fingers into your mouth. “Suck,” he orders. “I know you love doing it.”

And he knows what he’s doing because your walls squeeze around him harder and you feel your knees buckle.

“You’re so pretty when you don’t talk,” he laughs, making you glare at him for a second before pleasure took over the need to slap his face again. “One day we’ll fuck at my dorms – fuck – need to fuck you naked against a mirror, over and over again. Need to fuck you dumb on my cock.”

“If you can keep up,” you retort as soon as his fingers slip out of your mouth.

“God, you’re insufferable,” he growls, hips snapping faster against your ass, making you smirk as you think that you got exactly what you wanted. And he gets it, he knows you by now, and he hates that he falls for your tricks every single time.

He groans again, turning your face around to kiss you roughly, the hand around your neck slipping down to cup your breasts that are not pressed against the mirror anymore. “You drive me insane.”

“Good,” you smirk against his lips.

“One day I’ll fuck that smirk out of your face.” Is the only thing that he says before pleasure gets too much for any of you to keep going with your bitter remarks. It’s exciting though, probably too much if you minded to care about what’s toxic or not, but you don’t care. It’s just sex at the end of the day and you both need it.

When you feel your orgasm and you know he’s close you speak, “Pull out.”

“No,” he replies. “Come on, we’ll make a mess.”

“I have practice,” you whine, trying to act as if the thought of dancing full of his cum doesn’t turn you on.

“It’s not more than half an hour,” Haechan mumbles, fingers sliding down to play with your clit again. “I know you want it, I know you want to keep a little reminder of me, don’t lie and take it.”

And he’s right once again, so you give in and hum.

“I knew it,” he moans, meeting your gaze through the mirror, making your legs shake at the way he looks at you. There was something so hot about being so exposed, more than all the other times you two sneaked in the bathrooms or empty practice rooms that you were sure nobody was going to use.

“Fuck,” Haechan groans, leaning his head against your shoulder as he comes inside of you, cock rubbing in and out your wet cunt, making you shiver in overstimulation. The first orgasm after God knows how long and it feels like the most liberating feeling ever. It’s so strong that your legs almost collapse when he pulls out of you, but luckily his arms keep you up.

“You good?” He asks, a tender smile on his lips.

“Yeah, thanks I guess,” you mumble, kneeling to pull your panties and pants up before his cum could stain the outside of your sweats. You can survive 30 minutes, right? You hope so.

“You should cover up, by the way,” you tell him, bringing the attention back to his exposed chest, covering your own by fixing your bra and top, hoping you look decent.

“Why? Afraid I might fuck somebody else?”

“Afraid you might catch a cold, dumbass,” you reply pushing him away, freezing when the door slams open.

“Oh, hi,” Jaemin says, walking in, staring at you with a furrow on your face. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, nothing, just asking him for help for a note I can’t reach,” you say, hoping he can’t feel the embarrassment in your voice and hoping your brain won’t betray you making you turn your head toward the part of the mirror that was stained with the mess you made. “You know, those impossible things we have to do to bring money at home,” you joke, hoping he would buy it, and he does.

“Yeah, I regretted all my life choices with the last comeback,” he says, smiling at you before turning his attention to his bag, looking for something. Unbothered by the fact that you and Haechan were in the same room, alone, while he was half naked. And you wonder just how often Haechan didn’t keep his clothes on.

You hear Haechan chuckle before he walks you toward the door. “If you need more singing lessons, you have my number,” he winks, and you glare at him, giving him the finger but he shrugs it off and says, “Next time I’ll bring the microphone.”

#anon answered #haechan smut #lee haechan smut #donghyuck smut #lee donghyuck smut #haechan scenarios #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #nct smut

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bellysoupset · 8 months

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Sicily - Part 6

It's Leo's turn.

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By the time they arrived back to the summer house, everyone else was back already. The sun had set five hours prior, something Leo was very aware of since he didn't speak a drop italian and had been terrified they'd get stranded in the middle of the Sicily just because Jonah really needed to buy Liv a new bucket set and overestimated his high school italian skills.

They had missed dinner, something that Leo found he didn't mind as much as he thought he would. Somehow he was still stuffed from the street food they had during the evening.

Vince was in lying in the living room, seeming to be drifting in and out of sleep, while Wendy watched some soap opera with captions on, sprawled on top of him. Sophia was curled on the opposite side of the couch, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram and occasionally glancing up to the television.

"Hey," Wendy mumbled, sleepily as they crossed the threshold, "we thought you guys were going to sleep out."

"No," Leo shook his head, rolling his eyes, "Jonah just really had to get Liv a gift."

"It's not a gift if I'm the one who ruined her bucket in the first place," Jonah scoffed, as if he wasn't replacing a cheap purple bucket with a whole beach-castle set.

Wendy let out a smile, resting her cheek back on Vince's chest, "there's leftovers in the kitchen, Luke and Bell are out in the yard."

"Where's Livia?" Jonah asked, raising the big gift box. Leo couldn't help but roll his eyes in an amused manner. So much for the tough guy act, one look from Liv and he was melted butter.

"It's eleven PM, Jonah, where do you think she is?" Vince asked in a deep, sleepy voice, "she's fast asleep, give it to her in the morning."

Jon pouted and Leo chuckled, turning his face to catch the pout in a little peck, "that's on you for insisting you knew how to read directions in Italian. We should've been here hours ago."

"Shush it, Leo," Jonah pulled back, but he was smiling, "I'm just gonna put it in our room I guess. You can go ahead to eat."

Leo wasn't even a little bit hungry. He felt exhausted. After a long day of sight seeing, enjoying the beach and shopping, he couldn't wait to crash.

He opened the fridge, pulling the leftover food out and then glared at it. It didn't look appetizing at all. He was still staring at the microwave, watching it turn the pizza around, when Lucas and Bell walked into the kitchen via the backdoor, giggling and breathless.

Leo raised an eyebrow at them. Bella had leaves sticking out of her hair and a bunch of red marks on her chest, the loose pants she worn over her bikini were pulled up wonky. Lucas was in no better state himself, with messy hair and swollen lips.

"You're like rabid teenagers," Leo rolled his eyes, "get out of here."

"Sorry, sorry," Bella squealed, an uncharacteristic blush taking up her face as she tugged on Luke's hand and they quickly rushed out, past Jonah who was just entering the kitchen.

"The hell was that?"

"Nothing," Leo rolled his eyes and Jonah crouched down to grab two plates, putting them on the kitchen island alongside cutlery, before hugging him from behind and sighing.

"Did you have fun today?" Jon asked, his breath tickling Leo's neck and he fought the urge to squirm away. It was so warm and he wasn't enjoying the hug as much as he normally did.

"I did."

"Even with me dragging you to a bunch of stores?" Jonah chuckled, planting a kiss on his neck and Leo nodded again.

"It was fun, I got to see all these other stores while you searched for her gift. Loved that one with the cool button ups."

"Yeah?" Jon kissed his cheek and even with the heat overwhelming him, Leo couldn't help but lean in. He loved when Jonah got all touchy. The microwave beeped and they pulled apart from each other.

Sicilian pizza was closer to bread than to pizza. It's dough was thick and spongy, something Leo actually quite liked on normal days, but tonight it was a struggle to eat. He ate one slice just because he figured he had to eat, then grimaced when Jonah promptly put another one in his plate, halfway through demolishing his third one.

"I wasn't even aware of how hungry I was," Jon groaned, eating while standing, not bothering to sit next to Leo in the breakfast nook. Leo pushed a shred of cheese around, poking it with his fork.

"You should eat, you know how much of a midnight rat Vince is," Jonah advised him, hesitating before cutting himself his fourth slice, before shrugging and going for it.

Leo wrinkled his nose as he felt a wave of disgust, but he did eat the second slice. He grabbed his plate and then Jon's, chuckling as he saw his boyfriend eye the remaining two slices. Unlike the American pizza, the Sicilian one was cut in squares.

"Might as well finish it up so I can wash the tray," Leo said, washing both their plates quickly and putting them to dry. Jonah nodded, piling the two slices one on top of the other and passed him the tray.

He let out a little whine as soon as he was done and leaned back, undoing the button of his linen pants, "...Uhm... That was a lot."

Leo rolled his eyes, putting the sponge away and poking Jon's side, causing him to burp, "I'm heading to bed. I'm dead."

"I'm coming with," Jon agreed, his voice all lazy.

By the time they finished showering, brushing their teeth and changing in their sleep wear, Leo was starting to get cranky from how tired he was.

He fell on the bed with a sigh, turning his back to Jon and closing his eyes.

Jonah was slightly more awake, as he sat against the headboard of the bed waiting for the stuffed feeling to pass and tugged up on the blankets, throwing them around Leo.

"No," the blonde groaned, kicking them off and Jonah frowned.

"Last night you complained about the a/c."

"Today's warmer," Leo grumbled, squirming away when Jon tried to pet his hair, "stop touching me, it's so warm."

Jon let out a scoff, but complied and soon Leo dozed off.

He woke up with Jonah moving around, the sun spilling through the half closed wooden blinds that led to the balcony.

"Where-" Leo blinked, rubbing his eyes and noticing Jonah was dressed for the day, bedhead gone, "where are you going...?"

"Oh hey," Jon smiled, "I thought I'd let you sleep in. Vin and I are going on a tour in Mount Etna, you wanna join?"

"The volcano...?" Leo asked sleepily, turning on the bed and burying his face in Jon's pillow. It was cold, but it still smelt like him.

"Yep."

"I'll pass," he mumbled, feeling more than a little drowsy, "I think I'll just chill here."

"Okay," Jonah lowered his voice, then Leo felt a kiss being pressed to the top of his head. He didn't even hear the bedroom door opening and closing as his boyfriend left, already asleep.

When he woke up again, the room felt like it was freezing. He shivered violently, suddenly very alert... And very aware of how awful he felt.

His head was throbbing and his mouth felt sticky and dry, while his stomach sloshed uncomfortably and his intestines bubbled under his hand when he touched his belly. Leo groaned, sitting up on the bed and kicking off the blankets, gulping convulsively in order not to throw up on them.

He shouldn't have worried, because it was not his stomach that threw in the towel, but his colon. A sharp cramp caused him to let out a whimper and then Leo was scrambling up, rushing to the bathroom.

He pushed his pants down quickly, sitting down and hugging his tummy as his intestines squeezed and cramp, all the food rushing out of him. Leo gagged at the sensation and grabbed the trashcan from the ground, but despite hunching over it and dry heaving, his stomach wasn't ready to give him any relief.

It went on for the longest time and Leo felt lightheaded by the time he figured there was nothing else for him to shit, despite the fierce cramps. He took forever to clean up despite the bathroom having a bidet. His arms felt heavy.

Leo crawled inside the shower straight after, trying to get rid of the horrible clammy feeling. He had no energy to do anything though, so he just sat on the ground and let the lukewarm water wash over him until he had strength enough to get up and turn it off.

What a horrible way to wake up. Leo stumbled back into the room to put on a pair of sweat pants, digging through their bags to find any top part that was long sleeved. There was nothing and he settled for a t-shirt, before making his way out of the room in search for Jonah.

It had been hours since he had left in the morning, Leo knew because the sun was high in the sky, so he wondered if maybe he had come back for lunch.

However, the house was silent. There wasn't Wendy playing music or Livia squealing or Vince's thunderous laughter or Luke's powerful voice. The place was empty.

Leo groaned as he made his way downstairs and towards the backyard, praying Jon was out there in the hammocks or the pool, but nope. The whole place was empty.

"Oh hi sweetheart," Mrs. Monacelli scared the living hell out of him, by walking past him towards the laundry room. She had a little basket to her hip and raised her eyebrows with a chuckle when Leo jerked, startled, "sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's fine," he panted, closing his eyes as his heart raced and leaning against the door threshold that lead to the garden, "I... Where is everyone, Mrs. Monacelli?"

"Ma," she corrected him immediately, voice stern, "you call me Ma, mister," Leo opened his eyes in time to catch her frowning at him.

"Sorry, ma."

The older woman shrugged, "Beppe drove out with Liv to the beach, she was over the moon with the new castle set. Jonah shouldn't have done that, you kids are spoiling her rotten."

Leo smiled, tiredly, "trust me, I think he had more fun picking that thing than doing anything else all weekend," he wrapped an arm around his stomach when it gurgled, reminding him he was still on the verge of throwing up. He wanted his boyfriend, but dammit, he'd settle for Vin or Luke, "and the rest?"

"Wendy and Sophia went to the center of the town to shop, Vincenzo and Jonah went to see that volcano and Lucas and Bella... I have no idea, I think they went sight seeing too," there was an amused note to her voice, which quickly vanished as Ma studied him, "you're not looking too hot yourself, sweetheart."

"I'm fine," Leo lied, despite his lower belly cramping like hell and the fact cold sweat was once again collecting over his lip. His stomach churned, "I guess I'm just gonna go back to b-" hot vomit jumped up his throat, without warning and he slapped a hand over his mouth, hunching with a gag.

"Oh my!" Magda squealed, then quick on her feet like just a mom could be she dumped the contents of her laundry bucket and pushed it in front of him just as Leo gagged again and puke rushed between his fingers.

He crumbled down, the force of vomiting was too much and there was a ringing in his ears, knees weak.

"Alright, alright, you're alright, baby," Ma crouched down next to him too, despite the fact she was half his size, hugging him to her side and cupping his forehead with a hand, the other one rubbing between his shoulder blades, "get it up."

Leo let out a groan, burping another mouthful of gunk and panting for air, "m'sorry, I-"

"Shhhshhh," she patted his back, "don't apologize, you're okay..."

He didn't feel okay. Not remotely okay. He was throwing up in the middle of the kitchen floor, in a laundry basket and his stomach was cramping like hell, his head throbbing. Jon was gone, so were his friends and he was making an absolute ass of himself in front of Vin's mom and- He let out a sob and Magda cooed, pulling him to lie more against her in a makeshift hug as he realized he was crying.

She said something that he didn't understand, too busy hyperventilating and Ma thumped on his back, forcing up the chunky vomit that was choking him.

Leo nearly fell flat on his face and he'd have, wasn't it for the older woman forcing him back and to sit against his heels, despite the dry heaves still wrecking through his frame.

"You're empty, Leo, take a deep breath. You're empty," she said softly, wiping his mouth with her hand, completely unfazed by how disgusting he looked, her other one cupping his cheek.

"I'm so sorry-"

"It's just vomit, baby, I see that monthly," Magda snorted, rolling her eyes, "I have three kids, remember?"

He hiccupped unable to let her reassurances work on him. He was fucking ruining this woman's vacations.

"I'm- I'm sorry, it came over su-"

"Hush you," Ma said sternly, "you're burning up, Leo," she switched to italian then, but he understood clearly that she was still cooing him, whatever it was being said.

"You need to lie down," Magda decided after a second, grabbing his arm.

He eyed the destroyed laundry basket and gagged, "fuck, I'm-"

"Don't swear," she scolded him, still ushering him up, "leave it, I'll deal with it in a minute. You need to lie down."

He couldn't fight her, he was feeling too retched to do so. Magda basically manhandled him back to the living room and Leo let out a groan when lying down was both a relief and misery. Suddenly he could feel just how horrible he felt, every pulse of pain in his head, how freezing cold and sweaty he was, how his stomach was still churning and burbling.

"Ma, I'm not done-"

"Wait just a minute," she said, squeezing his shoulder and then rushed out of the living room, presumably to deal with the vomit filled basket and the clothes all over the kitchen floor. Leo groaned at the thought, curling up on himself.

This was the most humiliating moment of his life.

He knew she was right about the fever, because his mind kept drifting off. Swaying him back and forth between the present and ten years before and... He grabbed on the couch, leaning over it as more sick spit pooled in his mouth and gulping down, trying not to puke on the ground.

"Qui, qui, qui," Madga said in a rushed voice and then there was a big bowl before his mouth. Leo let out a sick, airy burp and his stomach squeezed, shooting up more bitter liquid.

He would've fallen off the couch wasn't it for Ma holding him tightly and Leo let out a whimper, leaning on her touch. He couldn't remember the last time he had a parent take care of him. If ever...

"You're alright, sweetheart," Ma cooed, holding a glass of cold water to his mouth, "take a gulp."

"Not gonna-gon'stay down," he slurred, but Madga stronger than him and unrelenting.

"It's alright if it doesn't, but you still need to drink," she pushed the glass against his lips, "one gulp."

He obeyed her and fell back, his head in her lap. The water helped with the horrible taste in his mouth, but felt horrible in his stomach and he knew he'd be throwing up again soon.

Ma moved slightly under his head and then he felt a humid washcloth be pressed to his forehead, wiping away the sweat. Leo opened his eyes, looking up at her dizzily.

She did look an awful lot like Vince. From this angle he could only see her strong nose and dark hair and Leo let his eyes slip shut again. His own mother had been blonde. It was one of the few things he remembered of her, platinum blonde hair and blue eyes incredibly light. Thin lips pressed in a tight stern line. Angry voice.

Ma started to hum, combing his hair back and he couldn't help but whimper, leaning into the comfort. She had a very sweet voice, gentle and strong hands.

"Had you been sick already, sweetheart?" Ma whispered, thumb stroking his cheek. Leo's heart was squeezing in his chest and he felt dangerously close to crying.

"No," he mumbled, turning on his side so his cheek was pressed to her thigh and he could face the bowl sitting in the coffee table, "no... I'll be fine in a second, I just need... I just need to catch my breath..."

He heard a faint chuckle, "of course, in a second," she agreed in a humorously manner, rubbing his arm up and down.

Leo shuddered, the nausea stopping him from falling asleep, but he was too tired to open his eyes. He knew he should be opening his eyes, getting up, stop pestering the woman...

"No, no, stay put," Ma whispered, holding him down when he attempted to sit up. Leo let out a groan, another cramp causing his belly to complain loudly, a disgusting gurgle rolling through it, loud enough he was sure she heard it too.

Ma's hand moved to his stomach and she pushed his shirt up, not seeming the slightest bit bothered, "shhh," she hushed him when he tried to open his eyes, alarmed, "settle down, you're alright, sweetheart."

She pressed on the side of his stomach, which was distended and terrible and more upset gurgles moved around, liquid sloshing up his throat, then back down. Leo groaned, squeezing her leg, "I'm gonna puke..."

He didn't have any strength, as she leaned forward to grab the sick bowl and held it under his chin, saying a string of comforting words that he doubted were in English.

More vomit fell in the bowl, without any effort from his part and it just kept coming, like he was a broken faucet. Leo whimpered, coughing and Ma patted his back, dislodging another wet belch, that brought with it some chunks... He collapsed back on her lap, shivering violently.

"Aw, Leo," he heard Ma say and then the couch seemed to move back and forth and he was sinking down, deeper and deeper... He was so warm and he had spent the best part of the morning throwing up in the bathroom down the hall. His father had passed out in the couch and he was wasted, Leo could smell the reek of alcohol even through the bitter sickness permeating the bathroom. He had to clean up and get up for school. If he didn't come to class again, they were going to call child services, again, and then his father would be pissed and...

He sat up in a rush, almost hitting Ma's chin with his head and as soon as he was sitting up straight, he was throwing up down his front.

It wasn't much, just hot bitter bile, clinging to his chin and the front of his t-shirt and Leo coughed, starting to cry, "I'm sorry, I- I'm gonna clean it, I'm gonna clean-"

He was so dizzy. Ma's big brown eyes came into focus, not angry, just concerned and she cupped his face. Her hands were calloused, but they were cold against his cheeks.

"Breathe, sweetheart," she said softly, "this is nothing laundry can't fix, just breathe."

Wasn't their washing machine broken? He was so fucked, this was going to take forever to wash by hand and this winter it was meant to snow...

"la lavatrice?" Ma echoed, confused, and then she was pressing her lips to his forehead, "how's your tummy, Leo?"

Fuck, his stomach hurt. He shook his head, sucking in a sob, "hurts..."

"You're empty though?" she pushed him back against the couch's back, "arms up, then."

He was so confused, but he obeyed. It was the least he could do. Magda slowly peeled his ruined shirt, balling it up in her hand and using it to clean the sick still clinging to his chin and neck, "there we go," she whispered, then pulled back, "I'm going to be right back, Leo."

He looked up to the ceiling. It was twirling... His head was so damn heavy.

"It's not that high," Leo argued weakly with the school nurse, as she eyed worriedly the thermometer, "I have an english test tomorrow, I can't go home and miss this class."

"Well, you can't stay here," the nurse was unsympathetic, "we've called your dad. Please just stay put until he comes collect you."

"Dad's not gonna come," Leo scoffed, rubbing a hand over his face. He never did, which was a relief. It was always much worse when he did come.

"Stay- Leo, stop fighting me, stop-" Wendy's voice filtered through his memory and he blinked quickly, realizing he was on a bathroom he did not recognize and that Wendy and Ma were both hovering over him and Sophia was at the door, with the phone pressed to her ear, looking terrified.

"What- Wendy!?"

"Oh thank god," Wendy breathed out and he realized he was in a bathtub and she was covered in water too, "hey."

Leo shivered so much his teeth rattled and he looked at Ma, whose eyes were large with fear, but mostly just concerned.

"You're with us, Leo?"

He nodded, leaning back and taking deep, measured breaths. His stomach was still aching, his whole body sore...

"Really sick and he's talking gibberish, I don't know- Please come home," Sophia's voice echoed in the bathroom and Leo opened his eyes again, even though he didn't remember closing them.

"No," he frowned, "no, don't tell him to come back. I'm fine-"

"Clearly," Wendy said, her voice sharp and he couldn't help but let out a chuckle. Wendy sounding like Wendy, annoyed and sassy, was more comforting than anything else they could say.

"Really," Leo mumbled, "I'm fine now."

"I got him," Ma interjected when it looked like Wendy was about to bite his head off, "thank you for helping, but I got him now. Can you calm down Soph, please? And talk with Jonah."

Wendy bit her lip, not one bit happy to be dismissed, but then she nodded and got up from crouched down position on the floor of the bathroom, grabbing Sophia's arm and tugging her out of the bathroom with a soft, "he's fine, Soph. Give me the phone-" the door shut behind her.

Leo let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and then dared to look up and meet Magda's stern glance. She looked furious.

"I am so sorry," he said, voice raspy, "for this whole mess. For puking in your laundry basket and ruining your day and now this-" he cringed, "I'm so sorry, ma."

"Leo," Ma frowned, "if you apologize again, I'll be very hurt."

His mouth snapped shut and he scrambled for a response that wasn't sorry.

She opened the drain of the bathtub, still looking terribly annoyed and Leo curled up against the cold porcelain, realizing he was still in his sweatpants and shirtless.

"Are you mad...?" he said, unsure if he should apologize for that or not.

Mrs. Monacelli let out a scoff and she crouched back down again, combing her fingers through his hair, "Arrabbiata," she scoffed, then translated it to him when Leo still looked confused, "I'm furious."

"I'm so-"

"Your parents were awful people," she said with a frown, "no parent should do that to a child."

Leo's heart dropped to his stomach. He knew he got rambly when his fever got this high, but at least Jonah, the only one who had seen him in such a shape, knew everything there was to know and rarely brought this things up until much later. Ma Monacelli did not have Jon's bedside manner.

"Ma, he... I don't-"

"You're the sweetest child ever," Ma continued, completely ignoring him, "and any parent should be happy to have you in their lives."

He couldn't breathe, there was a sharp pain in his chest and a tight knot in his throat. Leo opened and closed his mouth, trying to muster up anything, but it didn't matter to Ma what he said or not.

She reached in, pushing his hair back again and kissed his forehead, "I, for one, am so happy to have you in my son's life, Leo," she whispered, "and now in ours too."

He let out a choked up sob and she didn't pull back, instead pulling him into a hug and kissing the side of his face, pressing her lips tightly to his temple.

#mywriting #sickfic #emetophilia #leo wagner #angst #stomach flu #fever #fever dream

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pollyna · 7 months

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Tom is fifty-one when he enters a tattoo parlour for the first time. He says "Hello, I'm here to fix an appointment for a tattoo", showing the girl behind the desk two pictures of a robot. He walks out, ten minutes later, with $100 of deposit left behind and an appointment for two weeks from that moment.

(To be there at that time, he has to reschedule half of the meetings and the hirings that day so that his secretary looks at him like he lost his mind for the rest of the day.)

(At the tattoo patrol, Mindy signs the appointment as "Tom the hot dilf", Caleb laughs, "So you want this one?" and Mindy answers, "If you don't let me tattoo him, I'm going to make sure you're not available that day." All smiles and sunshine

(Mindy can be scary when she wants.)

It's Wednesday, and Tom is early, but what's new about that? Mindy is already waiting for him, a cup of coffee between her hands while she explains her ideas for the tattoos he showed her.

"What's the story behind this?" she asks, while she starts tracing the lines on Tom's body.

"I'm-" Tom starts before stopping once and then a second time.

"Sorry, I'm noisy. Don't feel like you have to share." She smiles, biting the inside of her cheek, trying not to blush too much.

"No, it's not a problem. I'm not very used to talking about this stuff with strangers," he answers a couple of seconds later, making a strange expression when the needles trace over a particularly sensitive area on his skin. "I'm in the Navy, and I'm gay. I thought that the Navy would have been my whole life, with nothing behind it, and if something was not surely the family I wanted, then something happened, and I got the whole package: a husband and baby. We were watching the iron giant when he presented me with the papers to legally become his dad. A little after that, he walked out our door, and I hadn't seen him for ten years. And now I'm in a position comfortable enough to get a tattoo because the only person who's going to ask me to strip when I'm at work is my doctor, and I know him for long enough; he won't rattle me out," he finishes, laughing softly. "I hope—I know getting inked won't solve the situation, but I hope my boy will like it whenever he sees it."

Mindy has to stop working to pick up a couple of tissues for Tom and herself.

"I'm sure he is going to love it."

"I really hope so; I really do."

(Mindy gives a brownie to Tom with all the instructions on how to take care of the tattoo, and she gets to give him a hug too, just before he walks out of the shop. When Tom hugs her back, she thinks the guy, whoever he is, must have been the luckiest son of a bitch because her dad never gave him such a food hug.

Three years later, a tall, curly guy walks in, followed by a man she is sure she has already seen somewhere.

"Tom!" She smiles. "It's unfair how you got even hotter since the last time I saw you," she says, all cheeky and smiley.

A man behind Tom, whom she hadn't noticed before, laughs. "Yeah, Tom, you get unfairly hot for sure," he says, looking at the man, batting his long eyelashes, and smiling all sweetly at him.

"Please, dads, not here too," the taller guy says, a hand already covering his face. "Can you guys stop flirting for two seconds? Please?"

"To be fair, I would flirt with him too, and even more openly, if he were my husband," Mindy answers. "So you're the kid?"

"Yeah," he says, a hand flying to his pocket. "I would like to take an appointment to have this tattooed."

He says this, showing her a drawing of a bolt.

"I have a spot now, if you want. One client cancelled their appointment yesterday."

The guy smiles at her before turning to the two men. "You don't have to stick around; I can take a cab home after."

"Nah, baby goose, we will get cosy on the couch and wait for you," the short man answers before taking Tom's hand in his and turning towards the couch.

"See you later, baby goose," Tom adds, a hand on his cheek. "We're going where you left us."

The guy smiles softly, almost a little lost. "I see you later than, papa."

The last thing Mindy sees before closing the door behind them is Tom kissing the other man's forehead while his hands rest over the place Mindy tattooed Tom years ago.

#it's not specified but the robot in question is the iron giant #because that movie always make me cry a lot and this morning i discovred vin disel was its voice!#if the timeline is linear bradley was 17 when the move got realised so yeah he could have given the papers to ice #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #icemav #bradley rooster bradshaw #tom iceman kazansky is dad shaped #tattoos #found family #a lil disfunctional and still trying to get back on their feet #mav flirts with ice in everyway he can

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kapposuch · 6 months

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It's Raining Outside 🌧️

just some drabble about how certain star wars boys would react to being out in the rain with you

I'm so sorry it's been ages but I've been settling into my new job. I should really start writing these again I do love them

Anakin!

absolutely loves it. better than sand. he hates sand. it's coarse and rough and-

this boy is the type to scoop you up and drag you outside into the rain with absolutely zero hesitation.

if you attempt to escape, nice try, you're out there and he's going to waltz you around like there's no one watching

his soggy hair will stick to his face and it will 100% annoy him, to the point he slicks it back, and that's the type of knees weak shi you feed off

if he makes you laugh, he will be weak, this man absolutely adores your laughter. the way your nose crinkles and your laugh lines just squish your cheeks makes him swoon

sounds like honey tea 🍯

if you're the type to get cold or sick from being out in the rain, he will promise to take care of you until you're in good health

constantly waiting on you when he can, peppering kisses around your cheeks and nose, dotting some along your forehead whenever he pulls your blankets up if you're sleeping

he won't apologise, he'll just coo at how the pair of you needed to just let loose and have fun, and with a grin like that, well

you can't say no to him, really

Obi Wan!

"what in god's name are you doing out here?"

you absolutely started it, because there's no way Obi would actively walk into the rain when his lovely warm room and a hot cup of tea is waiting for him

he was probably watching your antics of frolicking in the rain for a little while before interjecting, but that's standard Kenobi activity right there

he will 100% protest to going out there with you, since he is stood at the door like a stubborn youngling being told to go to their lessons

but he won't stop you from pulling him from the door and into the rain while giggling and calling him a baby

it's slippy

you fell

no you didn't, because Kenobi will just scoop you right up. strong hands firm around your waist, bodies flush with little to no space between you, his dry robes beginning to speckle with raindrops that eventually soaked the fabric through and through

he doesn't mind, of course. sweeping you off your feet is his favourite thing to do, just to be a tease. even if it does cause conflict in his soul. but at the end of the day, he's a Jedi through and through, and he didn't want you falling.

he just adds spice because it's, well, Kenobi :)

you're eventually back inside from the ordeal, with red cheeks. you flustered scoundrel, dragging a Jedi out to get wet. tsk tsk I'm joking honestly it sounds fun

he would absolutely love to do it with you again, he just won't admit to it. you can see it in the smile he had when you were out there, and the fleeting longing in his eyes of taking you back into the rain for more

but he doesn't want you getting sick, of course

Rex!

o captain my captain

he's been outside for a while, stood in the absolutely pouring rain to get a break from the rest of the 501st getting on his last and final nerve

he loves his brothers but kriff they're annoying sometimes

nothing compared to how you could be though

he doesn't exactly hear you sneaking up on him for the tunks of raindrops landing on his helmet, until it's no longer on his head

his first instinct to letting his guard down and having his helmet ripped away would tell him to pull his blaster, which, honestly, correct

but your cheeky laugh hits his ears before he's even turned around. and by god it's absolute music to him.

he listens to his brothers grating complaints, terrible jokes, and incessant ramblings all day, especially when they're bored and annoying him for the sake of it, which, let's face it...

yeah, it's every other day really

not to mention Anakin-

he doesn't particularly bother asking for his helmet back, it's not like he needs it. he's supposed to be off duty anyway. then again here's your PSA that Anakin exists and he is Rex's problem at least 95% of the time

he gives you a somewhat concerned glance as if to tell you off about coming out in the rain, but he's not going to tell you to leave. he could use the company.

and your company is absolutely divine. this tired man is so warmed by your presence, the way your voice is so gentle and distinct, and it just eases his mind from the duties he'll have to pick back up in the morning.

you're his brief moment of bliss and he never fails to let you know that, because he wears such a peaceful smile on his face that you'd be such a fool to miss how smitten he is

sorry if it's a lil short, I thought it'd be nice to get some jedi/jedi-alligned drabble out while I'm in a pretty wholesome mood. might do some sith another day, if y'all have any requests of characters, feel free to submit 'em! love ya!

#obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #captain rex #fluff #captain rex x reader #anakin x reader #obi wan x reader #i should've been in bed smh

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sergeantgoggles · 1 month

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Not sure if you into it but…Thistle + Wrecker x Hunter? 👉👈

Hey there, Anon!

Thanks for the ask! Hunter/Wrecker isn't my usual cup of tea, but it has a lot of potential! I really didn't have any headcanons for them, but I really like the one I came up with for this and I'm sticking to it. I hope you like it, too!

Thistle: What nicknames do they have for one another?

And then there were two.

Crosshair was imprisoned. Tech gave the ultimate sacrifice. Omega was missing. Echo had left to rejoin Rex with the rebellion efforts.

There had been a time when Hunter would have paid them to give him and Wrecker some time alone. Now, they had nothing but time together. Alone.

The feeling ate at Hunter from the inside out, and he hated that it dragged him down, because it meant Wrecker was doing everything in his power to keep him afloat. He had to admit, though, that Wrecker was his rock through this, and Hunter did his best for him, too, when he needed the day to be sad about what had happened, what they’d lost.

Today was a new day, though, and Wrecker woke up from his slumber in the cockpit looking like he could fall back asleep any minute.

“Hey, Big Guy,” Hunter said fondly as he looked up from the reports he’d been running on his datapad. “Sleep okay?”

“You could’ve woken me up,” Wrecker pretended to grumble and sat at the opposite console, “or joined me. It’s been a while since you relaxed.”

“I’m plenty relaxed,” Hunter argued.

“Ha! Yeah right.” Wrecker shook his head and took Hunter’s hands, forcing him to drop the datapad.

“Wrecker—”

“Ugh, enough scolding! Just come ‘ere!” Wrecker groaned and bodily pulled Hunter from the chair and into his lap. “You never used to complain about cuddles before.”

Hunter frowned at that. Maybe he could stand to relax a little more. When was the last time he’d even kissed Wrecker, much less spent a little time with him that didn’t see him completely focused on the mission at hand. He made excuses that they had to find Omega, that they had to finish Tech’s mission and rescue Crosshair, that they needed to rendezvous with Rex and Echo, or Phee, or—

With a sigh, Hunter pressed his forehead to Wrecker’s shoulder and let him caress his sides. Wrecker’s hands felt nice, like remembering how home is supposed to feel, warm, inviting, loving. Slowly, he inhaled, picking up the scent of worry, and maybe a little bit of fear. Guilt struck Hunter in the chest. He knew Wrecker felt like this because of him, because he was afraid that he would run himself ragged looking for Omega, running errands across the galaxy for a scrap of a lead, until it killed him, too.

“Sorry,” Hunter apologized lamely. “I’ll make sure to rest soon.”

Wrecker nodded, kissed the top of his head, hugged him a little tighter. “Good, I miss you, Teddy.”

Hunter barked out a shocked laugh. “You haven’t called me that in a long time.”

“Yeah, well, I still mean it,” Wrecker argued. “Besides, gave Lula to Omega, so I guess you’ll have to do.”

Memories of Wrecker when they were cadets flashed through Hunter’s mind. Wrecker had gone through hell with growing pains, and before 99 had stitched him Lula, Wrecker had nothing that eased him into sleep. As their eventual leader, Hunter had volunteered to sleep in the bunk with him as something to squeeze when the pain became too much, or when he just needed something comforting. At the time, Tech had teasingly called Hunter a ‘teddy bear’ and the nickname ‘Teddy’ had stuck. Eventually, it grew to a point where only Wrecker was allowed to call him that, and it was only to be used in private.

Now…they were as private as they could possibly be.

“I’m…tired,” Hunter relented, then paused as he hugged his arms around Wrecker’s neck. “…take me to bed, Big Guy?”

“Sure thing, Hunter,” Wrecker chuckled, pleased that he had won this battle as easily as he had.

“…Teddy’s fine,” Hunter replied, sleep claiming him much faster than he would have liked. There was still work to be done, but in Wrecker’s arms, the galaxy and their problems seemed far away. For now, that was okay. For now, he could be Teddy.

#cloneshipping #clone shipping #clone/clone #the bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #hunter/wrecker #color prompts: cloneshipping edition

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redstarsandnightmares · 4 months

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Okay. Now that I've gotten some sleep, I can make a proper post.

I know I'm new to the RP side of Tumblr, it was nice to come back to a hobby that I hadn't touched in over a decade. I had forgotten how rewarding and all consuming it is.

In the last several months you guys have put up with me through some super high highs and super low lows and I can't thank all of you enough. Gonna pinpoint some people but if I don't mention you specifically I'm sorry! <3

I'm not going to crosspost this to all of my pages, just on this one, so if you're wondering why you're getting tagged over here I just dont feel like re-posting this a million times.

@brooklynbred/@sheshootsxruns/@wiidowbiit/every single other one of your blogs - My life is better for having you in it, pup. I wasn't expecting a half hearted attempt to keep myself busy to bring me someone that I care so much about but....here you are. I know things have been rough lately in both of our lives...but as long as we've got each other, we'll get though it, y'know? Love you bunches. <3

@ghostofwinter - We've had a weird few months, huh? You were one of the first people to come at me arms wide open when I popped up on this scene not knowing where to start. We've had our ups and downs but I love you dearly regardless. Here's to more threads soon, yeah? It's a new year. Let's embrace that.

@little-blog-of-horrors - The *other* person who as the first on the scene when I showed up. I miss our massive threads, I really do. I know life has done nothing but deal you a shitty hand lately and I wish I could give you all the hugs and take away all the ick. Consider this me givving you the biggest hug on the planet and I'll be here when you're ready to dive back into posting all the posts again. In the meantime, I'll see you in Vallanor.

@hailhydrasheads - Our goofy ass thread has been a saving grace when I needed it, I thank you dearly for putting up with my madness. Sometimes ours was the only thing I felt like answering. Thanks for reminding me of a ship I had only bounced around in the back of my head. It has me in a vice grip now and it's your fault.

@zemothethirteenth - I couldn't ask for a better writing partner AND friend. Seriously. You intimidated the hell out of me when we first started writing with you but I'm *so glad* that we are where we are now. You're amazing and have been there to listen to me when I desperately needed a logical ear to kick me in the ass and I thank you for it. You push me to be a better writer on the daily.

@resignedworkaholics - We have so many threads and I'm so proud of every single one of them. I love that we just keep throwing crazy shit at each other and seeing what sticks. I don't think I have anyone on here that I have as much fun with as our random gremlin chaos. <3

To the rest of my silly ass discord, you guys have gotten me through life this fall and winter and I wouldn't know what to do without you. Seriously. I have never had a "group" that I fit in so well with and I'm so glad ya'll didn't run from me when I threw myself at you. You guys are amazing. (@twxtches, @kissedbymischief, @cyberneticasset, @pleinsdemuses, @iwillbreathe, @itasedhim)

@scarsmasked - <3 I can't give you more hugs than I already have on discord, but consider this one more. Thanks for trusting me. You didn't have to, but you did, and I'm the better for it. I hope I can keep dragging you out of your shell, you deserve to be happy in your own space and on your own blog and I'll be damned if I don't do my best to help you find that safety. I can't wait to indulge this ship with you, truly.

@redxinmyledger - Thank you for putting up with my slow ass. Our thread is amazing!

@abcdefghijklmnopqrstucky - We haven't known each other long, but thank you for keeping me spice-fueled. You're a phenom friend and I'm glad we have gotten to write together.

@blackxskyx - I know our threads have been a little slow going but I enjoy them *so damn much!* I can't wait to dig more into them.

@shieldagentnatasharomanoff - Thanks for not bolting when I told you I've been following you for longer than I have been RPing. You're a brilliant writer, a sweet as hell person, and I can't wait to keep writing with you.

@warsinmyhead - Thank you for trusting me with one of your babies! I know it's been a little slow lately, but our thread is crazy interesting and I cant wait to get more into the meat of it.

To all of the new people who have showed up in my asks and my dms in the recent last little bit, I cant *WAIT* to write more with all of you!

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@prettytm - You deserve your own little space because you're the reason I have these blogs in the first place. I can't thank you enough for pushing me like you did. Youre an amazing friend and an even amazing writer and I sincerely hope I can entice your muses into more threads. You know how much I care about them and you. Getting closer to you recently has been amazing and I'm thankful for your friendship. Your trust means a hell of a lot to me knowing what you have been through lately and you are one of the few people who just *gets* how I feel about my muses and how they speak to me. Thank you. Our chat will *always* be a safe space for you. Always. You mean the world to me.

OKAY NOW THAT IM DONE WRITING AND CRYING.... Heres to another crazy year you crazy kids. I love all of you SO MUCH and couldn't even *imagine* where my life would be without all of you in it. You have changed mine for the better over the last several months (has it really been that short? Really?) and kept me sane. Here's to new stories, stronger friendships, and so much much MUCH more love through 2024.

Thanks to all of you I found a home for my weird self.

#〘⋯✪ooc - who the hell is bucky?⋯〛#i didnt want to cry today but here we are #i love all of you so much

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