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whatitshouldvebeen · 7 months

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Hii! I feel like I’ve been loving angst and smut all being put in one fanfic as of recently, so I thought about heartbreaker Johnny because we all know he’s not the most loyal man 🌚 so I was wondering if like it could be the sort of where the reader was basically taken by the slaughter family and instead of killing her they kept her as bate for more victims like she’s very attractive and they use her whenever they go out to hunt, (I hope that makes sense but I figured that would prob be the only reason they kept someone alive 😭) but ok so one day basically she and sissy are sitting on the couch watching Tv in their free time , and Johnny walks into the house with yet another girl, like the 3rd girl of the week, and like the reader rolls her eyes and sighs a little too loud out of jealousy and I guess Johnny notices, so later on he like teases her about it and she pretends to hate him when in reality he was one of the things she looked forward to when they first kept her alive, so they kind of like hate fuck? Or jealousy fuck idk, but she ends up riding him at some point,

(also I’m sorry this is so long, I had this whole long elaborate idea in my head 😭)

I finished 😈

Johnny Slaughter x reader

MINORS DNI this is fairly fucked up please spare yourselves

Contains: abuse, angst, blood, degradation, humiliation, knifeplay, mentions of self-harm, implied cannibalism, jealousy, fingering, hate-fucking, and breeding

(Sorry for double spacing, I still don't know how to format on mobile)

Eight months ago, Johnny Slaughter brought you home for dinner.

Well, he brought you after a full night of fucking you out of your senses in a seedy hotel room. And it was thanks to your chemistry with him that—when he made clear that you were to be the family's next meal—you were able to talk your way out of it.

"Johnny, you don't have to kill me," you pleaded.

"Well I can't let you go, doll," he said, looking down at you with a predatory gaze. You were in the gruesome basement with the scent of death flooding your nostrils, but nothing felt so visceral as the blade of his Bowie knife at your neck, one wrist flick from ending your life.

"You don't have to. I can help you."

He barked a laugh. "Yeah? How so?"

You'd swallowed hard, then placed your hands on his firm chest. He'd raised an eyebrow but didn't pull away. "I'll do what you did to me: lure people back to the house. I'll bring in five times my weight in the first month, I swear."

"You do have a certain," Johnny's eyes flicked down to your breasts, "charm. But how can I trust you?"

"Come with me. If you see me doing anything against you, you can claim to be my caretaker. Say I'm mentally unwell."

"How exactly are people gonna believe me if I say that?" He asked, his head cocked.

You held out your arm somberly, self-harm scars littering your wrists. "It won't take much convincing, Johnny."

Rather than the usual looks you received when people noticed your scars, Johnny's face lit up.

"You like the pain, huh?" He'd said in a low tone.

"Proves I'm still alive, doesn't it?" You responded, a strange sort of calm flooding you at his reaction. You tried to lower your wrist, but Johnny caught it with his free hand.

He removed the blade from your neck, then brought it to your wrist, making a quick, shallow cut. He then brought the blade to his wrist and made an identical cut. Finally, he brought his wrist to yours and pressed the cuts together, mingling your blood with his.

"Blood oath. If you break my trust, I'll know."

You nodded, adrenaline lighting up every inch of your body, especially the cut.

"Oh, and," his eyes narrowed, and he reached a gloved hand down, cupping you through your shorts, "this pussy is mine. If I hear you slept with another man, I'll kill you both myself."

Once again, you nodded, and watched entranced as he brought your wrist to his lips and licked it, humming contentedly at the back of his throat.

"Let's see how long you can last, sugar."

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Now, you and Sissy sat on the couch, watching the only TV channel available when Johnny kicked the front door open. He had a screaming young woman thrown over his shoulder, pounding his back with her fists.

Johnny locked eyes with you, wearing that same predatory smile he often had. Ever since you'd shown an aptitude for luring people back home for slaughter, you and Johnny had become quite competitive. It didn't take long for him to recognize that you had fully assimilated into the family, and he'd allowed you to hunt on your own.

This month, Johnny had been far more successful than you – three kills to your zero. His cockiness was becoming unbearable, and that smug look on his face stirred up a now-familiar ache in your gut.

You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms as you turned away from Johnny, sinking deeper into the couch. Sissy looked at you and shook her head as Johnny slammed the door to the basement behind him.

"How you feelin', girly?" Sissy asked, patting your forearm.

You shrugged. "I don't like it when he does better than I do at bringing people home."

Sissy stroked your arm as she leaned closer. "Hon, I don't think that's your problem." She smiled, revealing her tooth gap as she caught your eye. "You wishin' Johnny was the type to settle down, hm?"

Your eyes widened, and you shook your head. "No!" You responded a little too quickly. "I just... I wish he wouldn't sleep with them," you added in a low whisper.

"Well, don't you sleep with those guys you bring home sometimes?" Sissy asked with genuine curiosity.

"No, I..." The oath you made to Johnny flashed in your mind. "I don't."

Sissy giggled. "I'll get grandpa to bed and take Bubba out tonight. Sounds like you and Johnny need to talk."

–

You remained on the couch until the door to the basement clanged open. Johnny had been down there for a while, and by this point, your jealousy had you seeing red. You stood up from the couch and turned to face Johnny in the narrow hallway by the stairs. He wiped his blade off on his bloody shirt and locked eyes with you.

"We need to talk."

"Yeah, you haven't been pullin' nearly as many people as I have. Losin' your touch, sugar?" He taunted, leaning against the staircase and toying with his knife.

You put your hands on your hips. "Some months I got more than you did!"

"Yeah, like that month you brought in those slimy truckers. I couldn't even stomach their rancid, fatty meat." He spat in the corner by the door. "But it figures. You have lower standards than I do."

"'Cause I'm not sleeping with them!" You yelled, your fists trembling at your side.

Johnny's smile grew so wide it reminded you of a great white shark.

"Jealous?" He purred.

Your face heated, and you sputtered. "No, I fucking hate your guts, you piece of shit! Why would I be jealous?"

He pushed off the staircase and approached you slowly, a dangerous sway to his step.

"Needin' some attention? Has mean ole Johnny been denying you?" His tone was sickeningly sweet as he stopped in front of you, making your rage feel small and insignificant in his overwhelming presence.

It was true. When you were first brought home, Johnny had fucked you and only you daily for two straight months. He was the only thing you ever looked forward to in this hellhole, but in the last few months, Johnny had been using you less and less.

And you couldn't deny the anger that swirled in your gut whenever he brought a girl home. You knew how he was; you remembered how he'd hooked you that first night, and some of those girls he brought home had that same cock-drunk look in their eyes, some even willingly descending into the basement before realizing their fate.

It ate you up inside. Johnny had sworn you to him, but he took whoever he pleased, and the jealousy was making you more irritable than usual. You probably would have brought at least two men home this past month if it weren't for your overly-aggressive demeanor scaring them off.

But you couldn't help yourself. When you got horny, you were straightforward about it. Johnny had gotten you used to being with him, and without him to satisfy your urges, you were becoming more unhinged.

So now that Johnny was inches from you, admitting he was neglecting your needs with that cocky grin on his face, you couldn't believe the surge of desire that coursed through you. You hated how your body reacted, despised the urge to close the gap between your bodies, and grab him by his slicked-back hair, mashing your lips onto his. Damn it.

Johnny leaned even closer, whispering against your ear. "I can smell your cunt, you little slut."

Your face flushed deep red, and you pushed Johnny away as hard as you could. He took two staggered steps back, which gave you an odd sense of satisfaction.

That was until his predatory eyes narrowed, sending a shiver down your spine. He closed the distance between you two in one stride and crashed his lips against yours. You stumbled against the wall, cracking the drywall under the force of his kiss. Johnny couldn't care less.

His hands found your shorts, practically tearing them off your body to plunge his thick fingers into your needy core. You gasped and blushed harder as you heard the sound of your wetness squelching around his digits.

"You fucking brat," he growled low in his throat, biting your lip. You whimpered in response as he withdrew from you, bringing his fingers to your lips. You parted them, sucking yourself off him greedily, your eyelids fluttering shut.

When he removed his fingers, he harshly grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. "You've been a real bitch lately. Are you in heat or something?" He asked mockingly.

"Shut up, Johnny," you panted.

He ignored you entirely, turning your chin from side to side. "You need fucked, don't cha?" A slow grin formed on his handsome face. "Beg me for it."

Blood flooded to your core at his words, but you tore your chin from his grip. The words 'I'd rather die' welled up in your throat, but you realized Johnny might take you up on that offer, so instead, you glared at him.

"I'm waiting, darlin'," he drawled.

Your eyes unwillingly traversed his body, and you thought about how good that muscular form under his bloodied clothes felt against you. The thirst was truly getting to you, and he looked like a tall glass of red-tinted water.

Shame flooded you, and you squeezed your eyes shut. "Please, Johnny," you mumbled.

"What's that, doll? Please, what?" He asked, looking entirely too satisfied with himself.

You gave him a spiteful look, hoping that your hate might set him on fire. "Please, fuck me," you said through gritted teeth.

"Ahh, there's my little kitten. You'll need to do something for me first, though," he said.

"Oh, come on!" You spat. "What could you need from me that you don't already get from your sluts? I'm the one who isn't getting any!"

Johnny couldn't have looked more pleased. "Jealous AND possessive. How pathetic."

Your anger grew white-hot, and you slapped him. Hard.

The instant your hand made contact with his chiseled jaw, you knew you'd made a grave mistake. His eyes narrowed to slits, and he slammed you against the wall by the throat. You felt his blade against your collarbone, digging in, rivulets of blood rapidly staining your shirt.

"I'm sorry!" You squeaked out from between already-bruised lips, memories of the first time you'd begged for your life flooding your senses. He tightened his grip.

"Remember who you owe your life to, dollface," he snarled, pressing the knife deeper. "I like that bitchy mouth of yours, but if you ever try to hit me again, I'll end you. Understand?"

You nodded as tears ran down your cheeks, unable to muster more than the tiniest of breaths. Yet, even as your life balanced on a knife's edge, your desire dripped down your thighs.

Johnny loved a fight, but when he fought, he always had to win. In Johnny's mind, the only true victory was taking his opponent's life. His demand meant he didn't want to kill you, you realized. He was holding himself back because... some part of him wanted you around.

Johnny's eyes moved from yours to your cheeks where tears formed salty streams that raced down to your chin, slipping down your neck and pooling against his grip.

You always knew Johnny loved tears; be they from fear or ecstasy. As light began to prick at the corners of your vision, you wondered if you'd pushed him too far.

All at once, he released you, and you fell to your knees, choking on air.

"Suck my fucking cock," he commanded. He gave you next to no time to recover before his thick length was in your face, stiff and upward-curved.

Your throat was already aching, and you could barely breathe, but you complied, taking his flushed tip into your warm mouth.

His cock was salty and musky, and your envy flared. Johnny was never yours, was never going to be yours, but you had grown to crave him, and the fact you were likely tasting another woman on his cock made you livid.

There was no woman in the world who wanted to please him more than you did, and you were going to show him that he needed you at least half as badly as you needed him.

You poured all your hate, anger, and devotion to him into sucking his cock. Johnny was a narcissist through and through, and for some fucking reason, you reveled in it. The higher you put him, the higher he brought you with him, and the harder you fell when he spurned you.

Tears continued to pour down your cheeks as you forced yourself to deep-throat all of him. He let out a delicious groan. "Fuck yeah baby, take it!"

You gagged and sputtered, saliva gushing from your lips when he grabbed the sides of your head and pulled you as far as you possibly could go. He held you there, choking on spit and pre-cum, until you couldn't take it anymore and pushed off his muscular thighs, stumbling backward onto your ass.

Johnny took this as an open invitation. He knelt down in front of you and grabbed your knees, pushing them apart and slotting himself between them.

"You need this cock, don't you?" He said, using one hand to tease your clit with the slick head.

"I need it," you respond, your voice raspy.

Johnny grinned wickedly before he plunged into you, making your back arch off the floor and your legs tremble.

"Knew you were too proud to ask me on your own," he said as he gripped your hair and thrust so deeply into you that you saw stars, "so I wanted to see how long you could hold out. After all, it ain't like I wasn't getting any."

Jealousy bubbled up yet again from your core, and turned those stars in your eyes green. You needed him to know those sluts had nothing on you. They weren't form-fitted to his cock, they weren't so rabidly in…

Your mind drew a blank. In love?

No! You hate Johnny. He's your captor. Your judge, jury, and executioner.

You love him?

You really were pathetic. Tears bloomed in your eyes again, and as Johnny sunk his teeth into your already-bleeding collarbone, you sobbed out loud.

He ground his hips against yours, his cock completely filling you. "There's my girl," he rumbled against your bloody skin. You practically melted. His girl. His. But he wasn't yours. Even though the two of you were clearly sexually compatible, and you couldn't do much more in his personal life for him than you already were, he still remained out of reach.

Then, it hit you.

"Cum inside me, Johnny," you begged.

His harsh thrusts slowed. "What?" He pulled back and looked down at your tear-swollen eyes gazing back up at him so desperately. "You're joking."

You shook your head.

"Then you're a fucking idiot," he muttered, returning his attention to your neck and rocking his hips so that you felt him at every angle.

"No, I'm not!" You protested, and you felt his smirk against your neck before he gripped your hips and pulled you closer.

"You are, but I'll humor you. Why?"

He wasn't moving, he was just holding you impossibly close, planting small, bruising bites up and down your neck. You felt every inch of him viscerally, and lust clouded your mind as you struggled to articulate your thoughts.

"I- I want-" you moaned, writhing in his grasp.

"Speak up, sugar," he chided, digging his fingernails into your hips.

Fuck. Your vision was spinning, and you let your head fall back and hit the hardwood floor. Johnny didn't allow you to rest long; he took one powerful hand and gripped the back of your hair, pulling you to face him.

"I already know, so why don't ya just admit it?" He whispered, his lips inches from yours.

Your eyelids fluttered shut, and you squeezed your thighs around his hips. "I want your baby, alright?" You admitted, humiliation mixing ice with the fire in your core.

"Honey, there've been more women than you who've wanted that. What makes you think you're so special?"

Shame and desire in equal measure painted your cheeks, but you finally knew what to say.

"I'm the only one you kept."

He hummed against your pulse point. "You already kinda act like a mama; cleaning the house and makin' my favorites for dinner." Johnny's lips, which had traced a path along your neck, paused for a moment. He lifted his head slightly, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. "But I thought you hated me."

"Hate you so much it reached the end and flipped to the other side, I guess," you conceded.

Johnny rewarded you by slowly resuming his thrusts, giving you the cock you craved so primally. "I hate you too, baby. I hate how every damn thing you do drives me crazy, how you make me lose control then force me to keep you safe from me."

He leaned close, fire burning in his gaze. "I hate that I can't kill you 'cause I can't imagine my life without you in it."

In that moment, as your lips met again, it was a collision of contradictions—the fierce passion that had grown in the midst of hate and chaos.

Johnny was on a mission now, and you felt it in every fiber of your being. He sat up on his knees and pulled you into his lap without breaking the kiss, pistoning his cock so deeply you felt the head bruising your cervix.

But you didn't care, you reveled in the pain. Johnny was claiming you, finally. All those women, and none had him like this—breeding them like the bitch in heat that you were. You moaned so loud Johnny broke the kiss with a cruel laugh.

"You hopeless little slut," he chided as he moved one hand to your back and bent toward your chest. He licked at the still fresh blood before reaching your nipple, rolling it between his teeth and sending shockwaves through you.

You gripped his shoulders and rode him harder. A low groan escaped his lips, and you felt his length somehow become even more hard before a warmth spread through your core as his cum shot deep inside you. The sensation was too much to bear and you came as well, holding onto him for dear life as you rode out your orgasms together.

When he was done, he laid you back down on the floor and stood, leaning against the wall and gazing down at you, the girl he'd chosen to claim entirely.

You laid spread-eagle on the floor, your chest caked in blood, wanting to meet his eyes but unable to move as his precious cum seeped from your abused pussy.

"Get used to this," Johnny said, as he grabbed a cigarette from his pants pocket and lit up, "you want my baby, you're gonna get it."

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skzhua · 7 months

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BESTIE SJSJSJ FIRST IMMA SAY YOUR ANGST WITH THE HAPPY ENDS? ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL LIKE IVE READ PLENTY AND NEVER COULD FIND ONE THAT SCRATCHED MY ITCH (or whatever they say)😭 SOOOO I SAW UOUR REQUESTS WERE OPENED AND I RAN HERE😭😭😭 i don't have a very ... Particular request like idk the exact word but it's basically just a smol thought you can write if you like💀

So basically stumbled upon a video of Binnie talking about how memebers are when angry and him sayin all it takes for him to calm down IS ANY SORT IF PHYSICAL TOUCH

Simply shakes me to the core every time I think about him being putty in my hands 🫦🫦 (no calling me out for being delusional i will police and jail)

Idek know how to base an entire one shot around just this tiny thing so let's just pretend i was gushing if you can't either 💀💀💀

The Three Times Changbin Got Mad, and the One Time He Didn't

MASTERLIST

Pairing Seo Changbin x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff.

Word Count: 1,777

Warnings: Swearing. (not proofread yet!)

A/N: Like you said, extremely hard to base off an entire imagine just from this so I'm sorry if this is shitty. I tried real hard for inspiration to come but Changbin is such a soft person in my mind that I genuinely can't wrap my head around him getting angry lmao. I hope this does the trick!

In the few years you had been dating the man, Changbin liked to consider himself as a calm person. In fact, he only got angry a few times. But those few times were intense.

one.

JYP criticized his song. By then, it was no surprise to anyone that Changbin had some dislike towards his big boss. However, it was not the first time he got some harsh reviews on a demo. So why did this one in particular made him especially pissed? Because he wrote it about his lover, you.

When he wrote it, he hadn't seen you in days and missed you terribly. He gave his all to this song as he arranged and composed it only a few days after writing it. Once you finally found the time to see each other, he was so proud to show it to you. Of course you loved it and almost cried because, come on, how sweet is it that your boyfriend loves you so much that he makes a song about you?

Apparently, it was not enough to be released as an SKZ-RECORD.

"Is it the melody? I could change the hook for-" Changbin started, but Chan put his hand on his shoulder as to stop him from speaking any more.

"It's not just the melody. The lyrics are very explicitly directed to a significant other and some fans might react poorly to it. Plus, it doesn't sound like the kind of music you'd release. Your tone is too soft unlike usually."

Changbin was baffled. "Too soft? What about it? Do you expect me to sing about the love of my life while growling?"

Chan felt the tension growing. "Bin, it's not-"

"You think it's bad too?" he scoffed.

"I didn't say that but-"

"No, I get it." he cut him off again. "Thank you both for the feedback."

And just like that, he stormed out of the room, heading straight to the gym. It was the only he thought of letting out the build up rage his coworkers had caused. Music blasting in his headphones, doing his nth squat, he still couldn't calm down. As he dropped his dumbbell in front of him, his attention was drifted to the door opening to his left. Jisung stood there with a small smile. Changbin removed turned off his music and greeted the younger man with a wave. Jisung dropped his things in the corner of the room where the lockers were located before he joined him.

"You started without me?"

Changbin nodded, sweat dripping on his face. "I left the company early."

"Chan told me."

Not wanting to discuss about what had happened, he turned his music back on and went on with his workout. Jisung got the message and didn't bother him any further. They exercised together in silence.

An hour later, they left to go back home. It was no surprise for anyone when Changbin didn't take the time to greet Chan when he walked in the dorm as he went straight to his room. He pulled out a bag and then dialed your number.

On your side, you were doing nothing but watching a movie. Not having gotten the proper sleep for a while, you were dozing off easily. The ring coming from your phone woke you up immediately. Recognizing the contact picture of your boyfriend, you wasted no time to answer.

"Hey." you answered with a yawn.

"Hey." Changbin said softly. "Did I wake you up?"

"No." you chuckled. "What's up?"

He sighed in hesitation. "Can I come sleep at your place tonight? Something happened at work and I can't seem to calm down."

"Of course you can, but I might be already asleep when you come."

"It's fine with me, I just need a break from the guys for a bit."

Although he couldn't see, you smiled sadly. If he needed a break from the boys, it meant something really bad happened. Otherwise, he would try to fix things instead.

"Alright. If I don't answer the door, just come in, okay?!

And that's what he did. He did argue a bit with Chan whether it was a good idea sleeping at your place when they had an early practice the next day. Still, he left harshly and went to your apartment.

As you had predicted, you had fallen asleep already. His heart did get lighter at the sight of you, but he still had this knot inside of his stomach. In silence, he slipped under the covers and closed his eyes.

two.

Changbin was already having a bad day. Not having slept much the night before, he was most definitely exhausted. So when Minho pointed out that he did not do a move the right way, it only fed his anger.

"We've been doing this choreography enough times, you should be able to do it properly." Minho sighed. "Can I see it again?"

Changbin suppressed any sign of annoyance and did as told. And he made the same mistake again.

Minho shook his head. "Try again."

And again, same thing.

"I'm sorry." he apologized in a small voice.

"We have a showcase tomorrow, you are supposed to master the choreography." Minho exhaled. "Again."

And it was the same. Maybe having called you until late at night was not a good idea after all.

"What is it with you today? Stop think about Y/N and focus."

That reached Changbin's limit. He would take any criticism or even insults, but he would never accept someone bringing you up for no reason.

"You know I can do this move normally, can't we just move on?"

"I'm just saying if you weren't so distracted with her-"

Changbin scoffed. "Don't go there, Minho."

"Am I wrong, though? I get you have your own little adventure with her, but I still expect you to be doing this properly."

"We're only practicing."

"And we visibly need practicing here."

Chan walked to stand between the two men. "Alright, I think this is enough."

"Tell that to him." Changbin nodded his head at Minho.

"I'm sorry for wanting us to be at our best."

"So the best would be for me to break up with Y/N and miserably work non-stop here?"

Minho's jaw clenched, Changbin could see it. The lack of answer was his cue that he had enough of the day. With a decided walk, he took his belongings and didn't forget to slam the door behind him.

He would have called you, but you had gone back to your parents' home for the weekend and he knew how much you missed them. So he went to the studio and drowned himself in his music. Oddly enough, he had enough inspiration to write a song. It was mostly spiteful so he would never actually put it out, but it did help. Still, even after hours submerged in sound mixing and some recordings here and there, he could get rid of the anger Minho had grown in his core.

He really wished you were there.

three.

Jeongin stole his protein shake. For anyone else, this was not an issue at all. However, Changbin took his workout very seriously. So much so that it was almost to the point he'd pass it before the members. In this case, it was definitely that.

"It's half empty." he said through the phone.

The younger man having left to start his day already, he tried his best to justify his action from afar. "I stayed over last night and woke up late, this was the only thing I could digest quickly for the day. Anyway, you told me you'd make me one at some point."

Changbin scoffed. "I told you I'd make you one on the day you stop being a little shit."

"Hey, I have been nice for quite a while now."

"Congrats? What do you want me to say? Jeongin, this was perfectly mesured for me to get through the day and I was running out of protein powder so I was kind of counting on this one for my diet."

"Sorry, I didn't know."

"You could've asked at the very least."

"I said I'm sorry, really."

"Yeah right."

And he hung up, steam coming out of his ears as he stared at the shaker.

four.

The slam of the hotel room's door made your heart stop for a second. When your eyes laid on your boyfriend coming in, you calmed down immediately. Still, the look on his face didn't scream happiness and that perked some worry in you.

"Hey, baby." you said softly while he was taking his shoes off.

"Hi."

He didn't speak any more and dropped down on the chair opposite to where you were. You knew him better than anybody else but the expression on his face was unreadable. It was negative for sure but you couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly.

"How was the concert?" you finally broke the silence.

"The usual." he answered boringly.

"The fans?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "The usual."

Something was off and it annoyed the shit out of you. "Alright, what happened?"

"Nothing."

"I'm not taking this as an answer."

He sighed, already feeling defeated. He couldn't hide anything from you, even the slightest thing. He went up to you and sat on the bed.

"It's not that big of a deal but my mic was cut and I missed a whole rap verse."

You let out a breath. "That's a shame... They fixed it at least?"

"Yeah but I got nervous after and messed everything up. Chan was on my back for the rest of the night and it pissed me off. Like, I don't know, I was trying."

You shushed him quick by stroking his hand with your thumb. Instantly, you could see his whole body relax a little. You didn't need to ask for him to crawl next to you, allowing you to engulf him in a cuddle. Rubbing the sides of his body, you kept quiet as your sole goal was to comfort him.

Changbin felt his heart pound less and less as he melted under your touch. Affection has always worked on him as a way to relax but you were a special one. Your presence could be enough for him to forget about anything remotely frustrating. You were his safe space and he felt so much love for you, no shit he would calm down so fast.

"Thank you." he whispered with a smile.

"It's nothing. Now, how about I order us some food and we go to bed?"

He moved around so he could see your face and smirked. "Are you paying?"

"Don't push your luck, Seo."

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #stray kids changbin #seo changbin #seo changbin x reader #seo changbin fluff #seo changbin imagines #seo changbin fanfic

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kwnnys · 1 year

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— main 4 fasting for the first time!

hcs : g/n reader a/n : for my muslim brothers nd sisters 🙏🙏 reader is muslim and asks the boys to try fasting w them for ramadan :D

— stan marsh

quite intrigued when you first bring it up, also pretty hesitant to try it

"wait so like- no food or water? for a whole day? are you sure I wont die..."

but with a little bit convincing, stan will eventually agree!

he starts off strong and confident 💪 bragging to the group and telling them all about fasting

but that confidence slowly dies as the hours pass... and poor boy gets so tired

he knows you said that while fasting that you should be as productive as possible, but hes just so tired and drowsy he cant help it 😭

he tries to play basketball with his friends, or even doing his homework. but he just can't focus on anything

he ends up sleeping the rest of the day till iftar

he apologizes and feels so bad 😓, but you tell him its fine since its his first time

I dont' think he'd do it again the next day or anytime soon, but maybe give it a few years and he might be able to fast all 30 days :D

— kyle broflovski

like stan also very intrigued and curious

he'll ask you alot of questions and take a few notes, before ultimately agreeing

hes a little nervous at first, but you manage to ease him with some words of affirmation!

tries to just distract himself for the whole day. studying, chores, video games, etc.

he doesn't make a big deal about it, but is definitely suffering on the inside

tbh the hardest part for him isn't the actual fasting, but not being able to swear or be mad (especially considering kyle has a short temper) 💀

cartman definitley takes advantage of this and calls him every name in the book. also purposely eats infront of him.

"hey stupid jew. look what I've got, a chocolate cake. you want some? oh wait, YOU CANT!" "...I swear to god cartman."

almost broke his fast cause of him. 😭

but anyways, he manages to successfully finish his fast!

he would do it again, maybe in a few days if you asked.

— eric cartman

when you first tell him about fasting and ramadan, he'll literally be SO flabberghasted.

"wait wait wait, so you're telling me you can't EAT or even drink WATER for 30 days? you trying to get me killed or something?"

it'll take alot of convincing to get him to fast with you

alooot of convincing.

but when he eventually agrees, he will be SO dramatic about it and overexaggerates everything

"oh my god, I think Im dying. tell kyel.. I hope he gets cancer.."

refuses to go to school or even get out his room

liane gets very concerned about him, and'll constantly ask you if he'll be okay and won't die

you assure her that its completely fine, especially considering he ate almost half the fridge during suhoor.

he talks to his stuffed animals to try and cope.

tried to secretly eat a piece of candy while you weren't looking 💀you'll have to keep a close eye on him if you want him to actually finish his fast.

he'll definitely hold a grudge against you the whole day and refuse to talk to you.

but don't worry, you make it up to him by taking him to kfc for iftar 😋

bro literally ordered half the menu and gobbled everything up in a matter of minutes.

safe to say he won't be fasting again anytime soon. or ever again,

— kenny mccormick

the only one in the group who manages to fast with little to no problem

kenny doesn't usually eat much food anyway, so hes all down

the hardest part for him is not being able to have 'dirty' thoughts or look at porno magazines 💀

the guys probably don't even notice that kennys fasting since they know kenny usually eat till you or he brings it up

cartman also takes advantage of this and tries to get him to break his fast with money. (which fails cause you're there to shut him off)

doesn't really have a change in his routine or life, he just does what he normally does

you're surprised by how easy hes taking it tbh

when its time for iftar, you decide to invite him over your house to eat :D

hes shocked at all the food you had prepared by you and your parents, and extremely grateful too

that day he had the biggest meal for the first time in probably a few years 😭

definitely took home some leftovers after for his family.

overall he'd definitely wouldn't mind doing it again! especially if it means being able to go to your house to eat again.

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my experience at am's show (3arena, dublin, 15/10/2023)

starting to write this post while stuck waiting at the airport, after somehow managing to get rid of my sleep deprivation headache through an overpriced orange juice. (edit: it's been two days and i'm stuck at home with a cold and it's all their fault) (jk) (i mean i guess that's giving me an incentive to finish writing this post so yknow. silver linings)

i'm sorry in advance because i know this is gonna be super long (and probably less cheerful than my other recap posts because i'm opinionated) but i swear i'm gonna try and not be insufferable (said as i obviously lie)

• SO let's start off by saying that we made it right in time for the start of miles' set (we were looking for our seats as he came on stage) and thank god because i was shitting myself and almost throwing up thinking we were gonna be late bc the bus we were supposed to take never showed up and we had to take another one. we literally SPRINTED up the stairs once we were in and heard he was coming up

• seeing miles open for them was moral compensation for his milan concert that i wasn't able to attend despite having tickets in 2022

• he had a very short time slot as usual with opening bands :/ and unfortunately that led to everything feeling a bit rushed :( like i'm not sure how he's been playing songs like cry on my guitar or the wonder at his latest gigs but they were SO DAMN FAST like please slow down i want to let my fav omb song sink in 😭

• still i absolutely LOVED his set, especially colour of the trap (which was AMAZING live), rearrange, come closer and inhaler. his energy was through the roof, he was literally buzzing and if you can already see how much he loves performing via video, it absolutely shines through when you see it live like. bro's literally a ball of light and energy and like. the sun personified l??? he's got so much charisma and a great stage presence. he was all smiles and really really tried to get the crowd hyped. loved him loved his set

• speaking of the crowd. it was absolute bullshit they had ZERO idea how lucky they were to have tickets to one of those four dates and how iconic it was that mk was opening for am after all these years. or maybe they just didn't care idk but i swear to god it wasn't even the usual "crowd who's not interested in the opening act" which. again. do you know how lucky you are you're seeing them both on the same night. don't let yourself be fooled by that cott video with the phonelights on, that was the only thing they did to show miles at least the tiniest bit of support - they were fucking dead otherwise, which is so weird because if you know am at more than a surface level you most likely know who miles is, and you probably know at the very least some of his songs... and yet they were so fucking quiet it was honestly painful to witness. most people there really had no idea how much lore was behind those gigs and it shows

• but again, it wasn't even that they weren't interested in the opening act. because they were fucking dead even during the main set. my section was full of drunk guys who were kinda hyped but very annoying (we'll come back to this later) but even in the pit which is supposed to be the most active area it looked like everyone was asleep and woke up at random times remembering they were at a concert and they were supposed to cheer and sing and just act accordingly ??¿¿??

• not even dancefloor or diwk managed to wake them up......DIWK. that's like. the song that's guaranteed to make the ground shake. i've seen am three times this year and in both paris and rome the crowd was usually only dead during the car songs (and tbhc depending on the song) - but they were INSANELY active during other songs, both oldies and classics. but this crowd was so disappointing literally snork mimimi-ing their way through the show

• anyway. miles should have played wrong side of life just for me and he also had the opportunity to do the funniest shit ever and play killing the joke or see ya when i see ya but alas one cannot have everything

• he did do something very......interesting during cry on my guitar (and i think also during one man band? but i'm not sure). my guy pointed at the mirrorball while singing "late night, all night, miss your kiss" which was kinda insane and i lost my mind a little but anyway

• as we all know there was no tlsp because he removed aviation first and then sntm which particularly hurt because he did it just a couple of hours before the show and when i saw that i just Knew. i knew shit was rapidly going downhill but still i was holding out my hope!!! i thought well there's still 505 or maybe they're saving sntm for later!!! i chose to keep being delusional!!! and boy was i about to get slapped in the face!!!

• now before we talk about am's set allow me to tell you a funny story. as i said my section was full of men who were very hyped (especially for wpsia/fwn/am songs) and the guy right next to me in particular (who was there with some other male friends) was, to put it shortly, a fucking annoyance. i was there with my brother and as we were waiting for the start of am's set he went to get us some water; so i was there alone minding my own business when the guy next to me immediately started hitting on me (he literally waited for my brother to leave bc he probably thought he was my bf lmao real smooth man). he was trying to make conversation asking me where i came from or things about the band, if it was my first time seeing them and what song did i think they were gonna open with and internally i was like BITCH who do you think i am. i literally know their setlist by heart. you and me are not the same

when i told him sculptures was gonna be the opener he was like 'mmmm idk' and i was like shut the fuck up. he was so condescending and patronizing about it and mentally i was like honey trust me we're not the same kind of fans i know much more than you do. anyway spoiler: of course they opened with sculptures

(he was also from england and told me he saw them in london at emirates stadium and when i asked him if he saw them on THE night when miles joined them he was like 'haha no' at which i was mentally like bro you didn't even see them on the right night why are you pestering me with your lame ass attempts at hitting on me. and he was so close too and already tipsy and basically just a stereotypical english dudebro and i swear the whole scene literally looked like this

but anyway then my brother came back and he finally shut up

• the problem is. this guy and his friends then started chugging on their beers and getting really drunk and the whole show this fucking idiot had no idea what personal space was because he kept invading my section and kept moving around drunkenly and i couldn't even fully enjoy the concert because i was so fucking scared i was gonna get elbowed in the face sooner or later, and i even tried to push him off because he kept bumping into me with his clumsy ass drunk moves but he just kept fucking being a nuisance the whole show and i really really wanted him gone from planet earth <3

• this went on to the point that i was dreading the fast and more active songs because this guy would just start being really frantic and overexcited and i literally feared for my life but even during the calmer songs he was fucking annoying like bruh. i appreciate the enthusiasm but i promise you don't have to throw it back to cornerstone like calm the fuck down or at least back off and stay in your fucking lane or i swear i'm gonna bite your head off

• anyway now let's talk about the actual show

• let me start by saying that yes i may have some complaints but regardless of everything it was (as always) a fucking great show. no doubt about that. i very much enjoyed it and i'm also very happy we were the first crowd to experience the strings live. i definitely got some better setlists (rome's lives in my head rent free), but it is what it is. beautiful show but well, it's always a beautiful show with them and we all know that. i may have mixed feelings about some things but these are just my opinions so please don't come at me lmao

• about the setlist: i definitely would've appreciated if we got a bit more tbhc (we only got the title track and that was it... i mean at least i got to hear it live, for the first time if i remember correctly, but still..... i'm mourning the loss of 4/5 and star treatment) (we didn't even get the iwby x star treatment x jet skis mashup which i was really sad about because i LOVE that mashup and i would've loved to hear it again); for the car, i'm so happy i got to hear hello you (we'll talk about this more later) but i also would've loved to hear perfect sense again because </3 sir that's my emotional support favourite the car song </3

• i was also thinking we'd get a bit more wpsia since originally it was the uk&ireland tour and back in june they played some more songs from that album, also because usually the closer they get to home, the more they go back to the origins... i was so hoping for mardy bum, a certain romance or ritz but instead we only got the view from the afternoon (not complaining about that tho) and dancefloor (please for the love of god remove that song from the setlist forever thank you very much)

• also if you want to give us sias (good) then why would you choose to give us don't sit down.........give us hellcat.......give us the title track........anything but That One...................

• however i got my beloved cornerstone (<3), 505 with the new string outro (but at what cost) and also all the car songs with the orchestra so that's a win

• as usual the crowd was kinda dead during the car and tbhc songs but again. they were already dead so they only became more dead during those songs

• they didn't really interact that much with the crowd, nor with each other; alex limited himself to the usual ("good evening dublin", "how you feeling/are you enjoying us dublin", "thank you", a couple of "terrific" here and there but that was it) + he did a shout out to jamie during cornerstone ("it's jamie cook here on his electric guitar!") and i think they scissored at some point during the body paint outro

• the transition from teddy picker into crying lightning was absolute FIRE my ass was shaking

• now for some silly antics

• after the piano interlude before high he said "why'd you only call me when you're high........" in the lowest saddest way ever as he usually does. okay man 😃👍

• he introduced arabella by going "i'll tell you about a girl that i made up......real character......arabella" like bruh we got it we understand you totally made her up and she's 100% not real like i promise we Get It we really do. why do you always feel the need to reinforce that why are you so adamant about it ESPECIALLY when in the presence of a certain someone......you're so sus

• "and it sounds like..........THIS" before the arabella guitar solo. literal chills

• "let's bring this party down to the cornerstone.........woah 😯"

• he always adds this thing during cornerstone i remember he also did it in rome and then i forgot to post the clip but i swear i never understand what he's saying i've seen some people transcribe it as 'ken barlow' but to me it sounds more like 'jenny ballow' or smth like that which doesn't make sense either way but still. does anyone know what i'm talking about and wtf he's on about

• nothing to say about cornerstone. beautiful beautiful beautiful as always <3 he also did the "squeezed me very tightly" bit that he always does and it was the cutest thing

• he sang the last line of the song so cuntily it was like. 'yes 😗 you can call me anything 😏 you want 💅' if it slayed

• after the song ended there was a moment of silence after which he went "......they kept in touch" and i felt the need to put him in a blender and drink him whole

• "from our first LP wpsiatwin, the view from the afternoon......."

• he got on his knees during pretty visitors. where he belongs

• we also got knee socks but there was something wrong because his voice cracked multiple times on the higher notes, he didn't even finish singing some lines - he just stopped, shook his head and then tried the next one... idk what was happening but he really looked like he was struggling during that song :(

• at the end of fluorescent adolescent he sang "remember when you used to be a rascal....... ~do you remember?~" which i saw he also did at last night's show and idk man that was kinda sus

• the strings were absolutely amazing showstopping spectacular and really put a nice ribbon on the songs they were used for (especially 505 and hello you) but that just makes things even more infuriating because why did they only get the whole orchestra there for the last four shows which weren't even originally supposed to happen.......... are you telling me if alex hadn't caught laryngitis we never would've have got them or what. like what's up with that

• anyway up until this point despite the lack of sntm i was still a sweet naive summer child who had some hopes left for 505. but the moment the music started playing without miles having been introduced to join them i knew. i knew we wouldn't get shit

• the 505 outro with strings was amazing tho......so melancholy and beautiful and just sososo pretty i loved it. would've loved it even more if miles and alex smooched right there and then

• as i said the crowd was dead even during diwk which was absolutely embarrassing lmao like wtf. not only was i the only one popping my pussy to the car and tbhc songs i also was the only one doing it to the most basic ahh song (still a banger tho it's always so powerful live 10/10)

• i can't believe the biggest milex interaction we got was alex saying "let's hear it for miles kane" right before body paint... i nearly lose my mind there and he literally just said his name (not a dedication like some people said) but i mean. that was at least acknowledging each other so i'll take that (said as i rip my hair out and bite my tongue and roll on the floor hitting myself)

• i was so delusional at that point when i heard he said his name i thought well maybe they're gonna be random and he's gonna join for body paint!!!!! which in hindsight i'm like. girl do you have any idea how insane you sound rn

• "thank you for having us dublin, it's been lovely" said with the most 'i'd rather be anywhere else than here rn' face and tone ever :/

• btw his little HA! was very <3<3<3 and at some point he was like scratching his head in such a cute way i almost forgot how mad at him i was (emphasis on almost)

• "just a trace....... just a trace....... just a traaaaaaceeeeeee....... just. a. trace. on your legs~ and on your arms~ and on your face........ your faceeeeee"

• when they left the stage before the encore the crowd was shouting "one more song" but all i wanted to hear was "miles, miles, miles fucking kane" because who knows maybe that would've shook them up and they'd spontaneously decide to call him on for the encore (incredibly delusional)

• hello you as the encore opener was fire, i'm so glad i got to hear it live AND with the strings too, it sounded just like the recorded version and you could hear the improvement in the live version so clearly compared to when they first debuted it; the mirrorball still hadn't dropped and since i haven't been watching many videos from the north american tour i was like ??? i thought it was maybe malfunctioning bc only the little one at the back was shining before but them BOOM the main girl dropped during hello you and it was crazy beautiful!!!!!

• "i bet that YOU look good on the dancefloor, dublin"

• at the end of the show he was blowing and catching kisses, they were bowing and waving to the crowd and that's when i realised it was my last time seeing them this tour and you could see the exact moment my heart cracked i was desperately hoping they'd never leave that stage </3

• it was an amazing night but it very much left me with a bittersweet taste in my mouth - because, as i've been saying, the vibes felt so off and i don't even know why. i can't exactly point out what was wrong, because really we have no idea what goes on behind the scenes; and i'm not even talking about it through a milex lens or smth like that. i mean, i was absolutely disappointed that nothing happened - no sntm, no 505, nothing -, but when i say the vibes were off i don't mean it in a demon way. i'm talking about the band. they really looked like they didn't want to be there, probably because they're tired and burnt out and can't wait for the tour to be over so that they can have a much-needed break. they must be exhausted and i get that, i really do; but still. it was a bit disappointing and i hate that i can't fully put my finger on why it felt that way, what was wrong, why did everything feel so rushed and why the well-oiled machine feeling translated into 'we're gonna play this show so soullessly it's gonna fly by more quickly' but it really felt that way. also mind you, i'm not even saying this as the 'tumblr fan who follows every show they play and knows all their antics by heart so that's why she notices perfectly normal things no one else notices' (like i remember the discourse back when they played glastonbury, and that really made sense because ofc casual fans are not gonna notice everything we notice) - but no, i'm not doing this that way. because my brother, who's very much a casual fan who knows nothing about the lore or the usual way they play shows (he saw them with me in paris so he had some kind of basic for comparison but that's it) said THE EXACT SAME THING. he agreed that the vibes felt very off, he also had to listen to me angrily ranting about it all the way back to the hotel and once again he agreed that the show felt, to put it very simply, kinda weird.

• now speaking of miles not joining them... the fact that he removed sntm at the very last minute was one of the sussiest thing he's ever done because why would he even add it to the initial setlist only to remove it just before the first show. it literally doesn't make any sense but i'm choosing to believe there were some technical problems out of their control, no time to rehearse or something like that... they're still best friends and if they weren't okay they wouldn't even have asked miles to open for them. i do find it weird and stupid that they'd miss this opportunity and i'm so angry at them for being dumb and not doing anything with it (unless something happens tomorrow), i'm very much heartbroken and my mind was and still is wandering trying to find more or less rational or delusional reasons why they didn't do it. i was drowning in grief after the show and the day after because i simply couldn't wrap my head around it all, but that's on me for having expectations i guess. i know they're still best friends. they're also never beating the divorce allegations. the two things can and should coexist when you're in an obsessive codependent homoerotic friendship and you're constantly having filthy telepathic sex with each other

• someone please get them to therapy or lock them in a room and throw away the key until they talk and sort their shit out and it stinks of sloppy nasty make-up sex in there because at this point it feels like we're fucking intruding on their fucked up psychosexual games and i'm SO TIRED of being a child of divorce. please we know you know everyone knows you're obsessed with each other just stop being insane (barely acknowledging each other) and start being insane (having crazy gay sex again). i promise all your problems would be solved if you just fucked each other into oblivion like the good old days

• ANYWAYS. i'm still kinda sad and angry over the way the show unfolded and it's not really helping that it's dawning on me that there's only one show left and then they're gonna disappear for god knows how long. i still loved the show, don't get me wrong, and i'm very grateful i got to see them again before the end of the tour and also to see miles for the first time during the same night. i do feel very lucky and despite the fact that we got no tlsp reunion or 505, the fact that miles was opening for them after YEARS of this not happening is still very much history in the making. iconic in and of itself. i'm also happy i got to visit and fall in love with a new city, i'm missing dublin so much and i miss THEM so much and i'm feeling so sad and bittersweet and heartbroken and ugh. i swear i can't even explain it to the full and i can't believe the tour is almost over </3 but that's a thought for another post..........

• for now i just want to see what happens at the last show and enjoy it to the full because yes we might have complained about some stuff along the way (i know i just did it myself lmao) but it's been such an amazing and memorable tour i just wish it'd never end </3

#i don't even know what to say in the tags like. they got me speechless this time i guess i can only shut up #i'm gonna add some more thoughts if i manage to get them in a coherent written form but that's it for now #they're such fucking idiots but they're MY idiots and i'm afraid i love them too dearly #(is also still pissed at them and can't bear thinking about them too deply rn)#arctic monkeys #alex turner #miles kane #the car tour #dublin night 1 #my show

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Astro observations pt. 4 🕷

Am I the only Capricorn mercury who loses breath while reading or talking fast or in like a fast pace?? Like when I used to do music class in elementary and middle school I used to be put to sing but I would go out of breath rlly quickly and that’s y I hated it.

Why do Sagittarius placements or fire sign placements always forget things quickly somehow? (Including me😕)

People with strong Leo placements usually have issues w their eyes a lot of times

Some people with major pisces,cancer, air sign and Aries placements tend to have adhd sometimes (don’t self diagnose yourself w this pls)

Cancers with Gemini and pisces in personal planets tend to gaslight, manipulate, and bring up things that bother ppl

I’ve dated someone that’s a cancer with a mix of air signs in their chart, and they’ve dated someone else while hitting me up saying “I wanna break up with her but I don’t wanna hurt her feelings” because he wanted to date me again??? Makes no sense at all

Idk but Earth suns, earth moon and a mix of Sagittarius placements ppl are very private and barely date anyone even if they like them, if they let u date them your probably very lucky!

Sagittarius sometimes have issues with their stomachs, for example I know many Sagittarius risings with fast metabolisms and tend to be insecure about being skinny sometimes.

People with Uranus stelliums are always labeled as “weird” or “odd” from their own family members sometimes 😕

Aquarius chirons and Liliths need hugs like actually the way they’ve been treated by their own peers or family is sad

Aries rising are always seem to be very masculine and sometimes labeled as a homosexual because of their masculinity sometimes unless they have strong feminine placements tho

I barely have any water placements and I hide my emotions easily and can numb my emotions rlly randomly. But when I’m mad that shit shows so easily in my facial expressions.

It’s so weird how astrology is so accurate..

Mercury-Saturn or Pluto-saturn aspects tend to have a rlly controlling family towards their career sometimes especially their mother

Leo moons either hate or love eating a lot of sweets

Pisces in neverland people tend to sleep to escape from their real life problems they don’t wanna deal with or just sleep as an escape to things in general

If u look more identical to your parents and have a lot of their facial features sometimes u can have their rising sign

Water moon people HATE changing their music taste sometimes

Sagittarius’s and Aquarius’s tend to love different music taste and have a very random music taste with a bunch of genres in it especially leos too

Sagittarius’s suns with water moons and Sagittarius rising probably get their music taste from TikTok or would lie abt their music taste for someone they like ☠️☠️ (don’t take tjis to offense pls)

WHY ARE SCORPIO MOONS SO OBESSED WITY CATS BRO I SWEAR THEM MFS WILL LITERALLY FOLLOW EVERY CAT THEY SPOT DAWG😭😭

Scorpio Lilith people with Capricorn placements are so funny when they try to manipulate someone sometimes like I be watching them manipulate someoen so obviously and the person they manipulate be so clueless sometimes..

Gemini mars men are the type of people who fantasize having public sex ☠️

the way my mom has gemini Venus and my dad has gemini mars+ my bestfriend has gemini mars 2 is crazy bro 😭😭

The stereotype that Aries risings have big forheads is true and not and the same time

Aries placements probably have a fear of drowning because they’ve probably drowned once. Y’all Aries placements should be careful w water sometimes.

people be surprised that earth mercurys are funny bc they always have some dry ass humor sometimes I swear 😭😭

Ik this has nothing to do with astrology but why is migos always have the best verses on the songs he features in??

#spotify #art #astrology #mf doom #music #playlist #playboi carti #aries rising #rap #hiphop #katy perry #migos

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I would like to know your headcanons for Splendor and Fen 👀 Basic stuff like personality and hobbies. I have my own versions of them that I’m in love with, but I love seeing other people’s stuff too. -🎀

OMG I HAVE MY OWN VERSIONS TOO!!! I'm so happy you asked because Fen is one of my favs ever !!!

To start things off it is my version of them used to be humans that died and came back, same with the rest of their family!! I'm not quiet exactly sure how Splendor but I know that Fen's death was a murder that happened due to a series of unfortunate events that happened in his life.. Don't make deals with a man claiming to be the devil, kids.

Personality:

Splendor - to be honest his personality is about what you'd expect. Very much up beat and happy go lucky optimist type deal that has definitely been influenced by past traumas in his life 😃 He's especially peppy around kids and REFUSES to swear cuz yk... but around other adults he kindaaa loosens up a bit but he can still be a bit uptight. Even then, he still has a chaotic side that RARLEY peeks out. Sometimes he gets so wound up that he just eventually breaks down and starts freaking out but he usually finds a way to survive 👍🏻 fighting the urge to call him a prude cuz thats mean but its so truuuuuuuuuue

Offender - Okay so like imagine if Deadpool was more cut off and distant. Flirty, witty, kind of a prick but secretly has a heart of...silver. If you wanna get to know him, and I mean REALLY get to know him, it's pretty much impossible unless you were quite literally hand picked and/or forced upon him (i.e. his proxies *wearing a t-shirt that says ask about my fen proxy ocs*) Bro doesn't even trust his own fucking family, so he tends to be stand-off-ish if that makes sense 😭

I should see what personality types they have 🤔

Hobbies:

Splendor -

Cooking - OKAY BUT YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS MAN WOULD NOT MAKE THEEEE BEST COMFORT FOOD YOU'VE EVER FUCKING TASTED. You eat one of his dishes and suddenly you have fat puppy syndrome. Fat, full, and tired. I like to think him and his family was from Germany and that he specializes in German dishes :D

Baking - Same with cooking, you CANNOT disagree that he'd make the most delicious goodies. He also definitely makes weed brownies, though he may deny it.

Music - Splendorman may not play an instrument like some of his other family members, but boy does he love listening to music. Him and Trenderman both LOOOVE to collect vinyls together <3. Splendor definitely has a record player that he uses RELIGIOUSLY and a phonograph somewhere around his big ass cottage teehee

Tea - OH yeah, ya boys a tea conisour. He has like every tea you can think of AND THEN SOME. he probably has an entire room just for storing all that damn tea.

Offender -

Gardening - Since Fen was a kid he's been absolutely in love with nature, especially flowers specifically. Sometimes he'll spend hours, even entire days, messing around out front of his broken down mansion and about his forest, tending to the flowers and other floura.

Violin - Another hobby Offender has had since he was a small lad!! Over the many years of his existence he has had plenty of time to master the craft of violin playing. Though since his death he stopped playing as often as he used to but he still does every now and then!!

Singing - Fen may not sing often but when he does, he has the voice of an arch fucking angel. He likes singing just fine but if he's being completely honest with himself, he enjoys playing the violin more. Though he does occasionally use his hypnotic voice to lure people in so he can steal their souls but that's business, not a hobby.

Painting - Yet another activity Fen is incredibly skilled in, but does not often indulge in. But since Fen has access to so many different flowers with many varying colors, sometimes he'll make paint to make something insanely beautiful.

Random Fun Fen Fact: After his death, Fen has this snake tattoo implanted on him by the devil that is slowly moving and slithering around his body!!

#curdled headcanons #OMG FIRST ANON???/j?#🎀#I'm so happy you asked me about my vers of Fen I almost puked./hj #offenderman #splendorman #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #slender family headcanons #slender family #Did I talk to much????

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stawpny · 6 months

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GUYS I AM BEGGING YOU

SOMEONE DRAW NEW YORK IN THE 1989 ERAS TOUR OUTFIT OR THE REPUTATION ONE

PLEASE I WOULD LITERALLY COMBUST AT THE SEAMS

AUGHHH

🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

anyways, ik a lot of ppl go on here and see when I post, hoping it’s headcannons and I just disappoint them

so here’s some hc’s for u children

ny and the south edition! (pls I don’t know much about the south so don’t kill me 😭 I’m a new yorker)

(the quotes with names on it are southerners communicating with NY or whoever else u want, but more specifically NY)

- NC and SC always force NY or any other state who would hate it to sing and/or play the banjo when singing a song at a campfire. Even if they suck at singing or playing the banjo!!!

-speaking of campfires, I believe that the states usually have fires every Summer and Autumn. most get together and sing songs and stuff (u can use this idea if u want)

-New York was forced by Gov to make sure a southern party didn’t go terribly. He stood by the door while Texas wouldn’t leave him alone. He stole Texas’ hat when they all passed out, drunk and still has it to date.

-as (maybe) stated before, York plays a lot of instruments, and sometimes they force him to play the acoustic guitar, harmonica, banjo, electric guitar, etc. The NE makes fun of him for it.

-acts gay especially in front of the south just to make them pissed. he’ll flirt with them and make them uncomfortable with the high amount of gay in the room with them. Florida just goes along with it, laughing and pointing at all the southerners that turn away out of embarrassment.

-made fun of Texas and California when they were outlaws and they just joined the union. “I’m tha toughest cowboy ya will ever meet!” “Mhm.” “DONT JUS’ HUM AT ME!!” >:( -Texas

-They know better than to mess with a northerner. Texas doesn’t though, he’s just stupid. York punched him once and he swore he saw him crying to Virginia after.

-has bit many southerners, does not regret it

-“Gimme yer best ‘yeehaw’” “yeehaw..” “Ya can do better than that! I’ve heard ya yell at Jersey.” “yeehaw.” “York, I swear-“ “YEE- FUCKIN’ HAW!”-Texas

-“just add some ol’ bay, it’ll make it taste better.” “No it fuckin’ won’t. Keep that shit away from my brownies.”- Maryland

-played poker against Texas, won and almost got shot by him. (Sore loser)

-“what are yous gonna start growlin’?” “GRRRRR-” -Kentucky

-“nah yer good ‘ere.” “Yous are ontop of me. I dunno if I should feel turned on or uncomfortable..” -Georgia

-“off-brand me.” “southerner you, which makes better.” -also Georgia (Empire State and Empire State of the south)

- “who made you this way..?” “The man yer datin’, Y’know, Mass’.” “He would never-“ “Gin, yous even know the answer to this question, it’s an obvious yes.” -Virginia

-“get rid’a the car at this point.” “Hey! I spent my life savin’s on ol’ reliable ‘ere! I ain’t gettin’ rid o’ her if she jus’ has a leak!” “Life savin’s? Jesus, what’s wrong wit’ yous?” - Tennessee

-“ that’s ‘cause Sippi’ wants a sip of that dick.” “WHAT. I ain’t gay!” *crickets* “GUYS PLEASE-“ -Mississippi

-“are yous happy to live in this shithole?” “Hey! I work hard to make this house a home!” “Work harder next time. This looks like if a hillbilly came in ‘ere trashed the place. Y’know, that makes sense knowin’ that yous idiots live ‘ere.” *walks away* “HEY! YOU TAKE THAT BACK!” -Alabama

- “I HATE YOU!” “NUH UH! I HATE YOU MORE!” “‘nuh uh’ really proves yer point, north.” -NC & SC

- “Mais sha, ya really know how shade the south, huh?” “I’ve had enough of all of yous and I’ve seen ya at yer highest and lowest, so I know what will make yous cry later.” “Uh huh, do me then.” “Nah. Don’ get me wrong, yer barely tolerable, but ya don’ get one.” - Louisiana

(loui was upset later bc he didn’t get one 😭)

-“I swear, ya say anythin’ about me bein’ in ‘misery’ then I’m gonna-“ “Nah, I don’ care ‘bout that. What I do care about is why you like mules better than horses. Isn’t that like the whole southerner thing? Horses and idiots with hats?” -Missouri

-“are yous even apart of the south, or are you like the West Virginia of Kansas?” “JESUS IS GONNA NEED TO BLESS YER ASS SOON, WHAT THE HELL DID YA JUS’ SAY TO ME?!” “I’m Jewish.” -Arkansas

-“yer mid-atlantic, but I understand why ya don’ go to family dinnahs wit’ the Northeast. If I had an excuse, I would use it too.” “You guys are scary up there, I’m shocked you still go to those things. In the ‘contract’ they said they were optional.” “FUCKIN’ OPTIONAL?!” -Delaware

-“I will eat your face.” “Uh huh.” “PAY ATTENTION TO ME OR IM GOING TO DO SOMETHING DRASTIC!” “Uh huh.” “AAAAAAAAA-“- Florida

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could u tell I got lazy at the end?

anyway, I hope you liked

I spent so long on the quotes, trying to come up with a good one was the hardest part.

and I know half of them are reaaally bad 😭

augh

I have no clue what to do for the next chapter of a fic

but anyways, ily guys

#wttt #welcome to the statehouse #wttsh #wttt new york #wttsh headcanons #wttsh new york #wttt headcanons #wttt southern states #wttt south #ARG #please 🙏#draw him I beg of you #(jk) u don’t have to #I just think he would look hot

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lady-of-endless · 2 months

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hello hello~ just wondering if I can request for a matchup (preferably with a male)!

🌷 she/her, INTP, aries, straight

🌷personality: i'm a very introverted person and prefers not to interact with strangers most of the time, however if it's a topic i'm interested in i would still try and gather the courage to strike up a conversation. once i'm comfortable with someone, i wouldn't stop talking and enjoy telling them about the little unimportant details of my day.

i'm also a very very sensitive person. i care (too much) about what people think of me and most of the time it drains the life out of me from worrying about embarrassing myself whenever i interact with people. and it's also a struggle for me as i enjoy interacting with people but i hold myself back a lot because of the fear of creating a new embarrassing moment for myself to overthink about when i'm going to bed.

I also act spontaneously on almost everything, which leads to lots of regrets afterwards after my decisions backfired on me 😭

🌷i prefer to stay at home most of the time as i work from home as an illustrator. i focus on colorful children illustrations and there's nothing i love more than conveying messages through my artwork 💖

🌷love language: act of service & gift giving. as an introvert myself i am not good with words so i prefer to show my affection for my loved ones by giving them things that made me thought of them and doing whatever i can to help them!

🌷style: i unconsciously wear a lot of business casual outfit as i attend college, but I'd say my usual style is closer to cottage core!

🌷hobby: i love baking and cooking! although i'm weaker when it comes to baking, i just crave that satisfaction when the baked goods come out perfect!

other than that i enjoy doing my makeup (i'm OBSESSED with collecting makeups I don't really need) and reading books (preferably mystery/thriller, romance, fantasy)!

🌷likes: green and pink, rain, crunchy veggies, drawing, coffee, fluffy blankets

🌷dislikes: sweets (except for chocolate), hot weather, loud sounds

thank you so much in advance! so sorry if this is too long 😖

Author's Note: Thank you so much for your request, dear! I swear all of the people from this fandom are so damn nice. Hope you'll enjoy it!

I ship you with...Shanks!

(Lovely gif is not mine, please show appreciation to the OP)

- Something about your whole personality seems so sweet it's hard for him to just stand and admire.

- I think his heart might go weak when he hears about your occupation. Your dedication to illustrating important messages for children through your artwork reminds him of how protective he was with Luffy in the past.

- Aries is a strong and passionate zodiac sign (from what I know and observed). Both of these traits are so very attractive to Shanks.

- He takes getting you to feel comfortable around him as a challenge. Shanks craves those rare private moments in which you're the one to open up and tell him about anything that comes to your mind.

- Shanks notices when you're overthinking before going to sleep but he won't point it out. He'll just pull you closer and try to get your mind off it by telling you something funny and embarrassing from one of his drunken adventures.

- He also acts spontaneously from time to time. I can see you two coming up with a deal to watch each other's backs when it happens.

- Shanks is a passionate man who isn't afraid of showing it when it comes to his loved one. So if you're more introverted when it comes to showing affection, let him take the lead.

- However, those acts of service and gift-giving always get him blushing and grateful.

- Once he sees you in a business casual outfit, he's a dead man but once he sees you in a cottage core-inspired outfit, he's ready to propose to you.

- Baking and cooking? They say it's the fastest way to someone's heart. It works for Shanks too. Sure, if you bake something especially for him, he'll be impressed but if you bake something for the whole crew, he's whipped. He'll praise you all day long for that.

- Pro: It's good that you like fluffy blankets because he's going to act like one, being all over you with his arms around you in private.

- Con: He's all about loud sounds when he's drunk with his crewmates and you and when you two are sleeping and he's snoring like a dad.

#one piece #one piece shanks #red haired shanks #akagami no shanks #shanks x reader #shanks x you #one piece matchup #one piece matchups #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n

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epickiya722 · 1 year

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REACTIONS TO EPISODE 21 - THE LOVELY LADY NAGANT

Oh, you know the usual by now!

LAST EPISODE'S REACTIONS

Oh, here we go! My favorite green boy facing this pink and blue haired lady!

The assassin going "All... All Might?" Yeah, same.

I love how All Might is still a badass even after he becomes quirkless. Like I don't know if they'll show it, but spoiler alert, he shows up back later after the assassins without injuries. Like... what happened?!

Okay, that man talking mad heavy for someone who is about to get his shit rocked. LOOK AT THAT STANCE!!!

OKAY, ALL MIGHT!!! ON HIS PROTECTIVE DAD SCHEDULE!!! OKAY!!! WE LOVE TO SEE IT!!!

Can't believe she is walking on sunshine... in the rain.

AFO is like one of the biggest cheaters in anime, I swear.

Air Walk is just Float and Anti-Gravity, let's be honest. AFO, dude, so unoriginal! 😆

Love those little icons. Especially, Izuku's.

En's "hey, hey, kid". That is cute!

The little bounces!!! OMG, even when he's badass, he is still too adorable! Izuku, you are such a rabbit for real!

Hey, Third!! 😊

Okay, that's right, the bouncing was necessary! About to use the 3rd's quirk! Fa Jin, if I remember correctly!

I was correct!

Look how she is standing...

"Only if I was hiding in it!" Deku coming in with the boasting?! Yessss!!!

JUST TELL HIM WHERE AFO IS!! HE SAID PLEASE!

Did she just gut check my guy?!

Third looks so mad here...

Aaaaw, the kids wanted a handshake from her!! SO ADORABLE!!! 😭😭😭

Then of course, trauma...

"Everything is fake." Hey, I'm real, thank you very much! Air is real!

She was asking good questions though! Some parts of society is sketchy and the Commission is no different. When you think about it, the heroes are their puppets and victims. I mean, Hawks is an example!

She sure did kill the President of the Commission! He kinda had it coming...

"I bet you didn't know..." whatever you're about to say and what you said before is something Izuku wouldn't know. He is 16, lady. 16. He barely has had a life and all he knows is heroes.

In fact, I don't get that! When the villain talks to their KID opponent like they know everything about the bad side and whatnot. Sometimes, angry at the KID as if they had any hand, you know. Like the KID wasn't raised to believe such facades, like they're victims in this situation, too.

"What's good in restoring this illusion?" You're right, but... consider changes are coming and that working with AFO who is the WORST CHOICE FOR SOCIETY is STUPID.

Ma'am President was kinda pretty, I won't lie.

Aaaww, look at that smile!

So you rather have a society controlled by a madman who will run everything by fear all because, get this, his motivation to be the "Demon Lord" came from COMIC BOOKS HE READ AS A CHILD WITH HIS LITTLE BROTHER.

ALSO HE IS A MANIPULATOR!! WOW!!! Seems he got you, Nagant!!

"The entire world is gray." THANK YOU!!! Everyone is like this is black and this is white and here is Izuku like done with people. I don't blame him.

Education has nothing to do with that moral, honey. Izuku has always been like that and he has experience.

Ew...

Oh, her card!

I almost forgot about Chisaki.

"Let me see my boss again." Aaaah, feeling that guilt, ain't you? Put the man in a coma and then experimented on his little, defenseless granddaughter so you can create bullets to take away people's quirks. Shame, shame, shame.

OKAY, IZUKU!!!! YEEEESSSS!!

"We'll talk later, Chisaki." That means nothing good maybe.

Not only did he use the quirks in an effective way, but at the same time caught on to Lady Nagant's act. He really be analyzing everything and it's unreal just how much he is a threat.

AFO really just made this lady blow up... oooh, you are gonna get what's coming to you!!

Pitiful and pathetic?! PITIFUL AND PATHETIC?! SAYS YOU, AFO!

"A successor? In the Commission?" I know, crazy ain't it?

Yes, he probably has some unspeakable things. They picked him up when he was way younger than you! 😃

She's not gonna die...

That's the face of someone who has carried so much weight, he is done with folks, he is hungry, he is tired, he got shot multiple times, he dirty... he's not even vibrant green anymore!

Chisaki, don't interrupt him.

He's right, if there is someone you should be apologizing to it's Eri! That sweet precious child! You took his grandpa away and experimented on her!

Oooohh... that feral look in his eyes... this isn't good...

The preview didn't even end on a "PLUS ULTRA"!! "I'll be fine." NO YOU WILL NOT BE!! I AM WORRIED FOR YOU!! 😭💔

Always am... but still!!

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tippett-in-a-robe · 1 year

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Ok senario I've been rereading it turned good au lately and....

Ok so what if a child were to live with them

Maybe they have a shinning and like the others and don't find them scarry how would everyone react?

(btw you're art is looking gorgeous as per usual and I love matruins design!)

@xvx-lucifer-is-a-cat

Hello!^^ 👋 I am so sorry I didn’t see this earlier! 😭😭😭

OMG I LOVE THAT AU SO MUCH! 😭❤️❤️❤️

And I have actually thought about what could happen if Penny and/or his friends were to come across some lonely shining child who needed some joy in their life! XD

If a child were to live with them, it would probably start out like this:

Penny would most likely be the one to find the child since he’s the only one who lives part-time on Earth. Said child (whatever age, gender, situation, etc. they may be), would obviously be more aware than other kids since they got the shining powers, and that is what would catch Penny’s attention.

In my AU, Penny is not a child-eater! XD (He still eats people, but only the ones who deserve it lol). So, he really would not ever have eating the child on his mind. He would simply observe the kid for a few years possibly, and try to refrain from helping the child out through hard times. Penny doesn’t usually “help” humans out, so being a sort of guardian Angel to the kid would not have been on his agenda… not at first, at least.

But, over a period of time, he would start to become intrigued by the kid. He would start to “help out” here and there by scaring off some bullies, killing off any intruding creatures who may feed on shining kids, or invisibly make sure they don’t fall when they trip over something.

The kid would start to suspect greater forces at play, and could sense them. Eventually the kid would become sure they were being observed, especially after they would swear they saw a clown’s face staring at them through the sewer drain. The kid would not have been afraid though, and that actually would intrigue Penny even more.

I don’t wanna make this post too long, but let’s just say that Penny eventually decides to talk face-to-face with them and eventually makes good friends with them. Penny almost becomes a parental figure to them, and would probably start to doubt himself a lot. Though, he ultimately would decide to truly “take the kid in,” and that doesn’t mean to live in the cavern under the sewers. It means “to the Dark Tower.”

Penny: “Hey, Bessa! Say, what would y’all say if I kinda just… brought a shinin’ kid here to live with us?”

Bessa: “What’s behind you, Penny?”

Penny: “…”

Bessa: “Penny, what’s behind you?!”

Penny: “… I think you know.”

His friends would obviously need major explanations, and probably wouldn’t be all that willing to take care of a mortal child. Eventually though, they will see that Penny has finally gained some sort of friendship with this kid, and they will eventually warm up to the idea as well.

Soon, they all consider themselves the guardians of the kid. Gan and Bessa would probably be like the parental figures, Maturin would be the soft and kind uncle who has life lessons for days, and Penny would be the chaotic, fun Uncle/older sibling who would let them curse! XD

Thank you, @xvx-lucifer-is-a-cat for the ask! This was seriously a whole lot of fun to come up with ideas for!^^ And I am so glad that you enjoy my art and designs, it means a whole lot for me to hear! 😭❤️❤️❤️

I hope you have an amazing day, and thanks again!^^ 👋❤️

#answered ask #asks #my commentary #the dark tower au #it turned good au #ask #the dark tower au headcannons #pennywise #good Pennywise #gan #maturinturtle #maturin #Bessa

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peaceisadirtyword · 2 years

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Enchanted (Ubbe/Reader)

A/N: Hello! This is the first fic I wrote for my project Summer in Kattegat based on the song Enchanted by Taylor Swift💕. It should have been posted yesterday but I had therapy and I finished way later than I thought and today I had a doctors appointment😭 But here it is! It’s maybe the worst one of the fics I’ve already written for this project, but it was the first one and I’m not very used to write for Ubbe so I’m sorry! It was nice to write for him though! It’s been a long time since I did it.

Enjoy! Next one is with Hvitserk🥰 Thanks for reading!

Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of cheating, heavy make out, mentions of alcohol, swearing.

Words: +5k. (sorry)

Late evening shifts were your favourites. It was strange, as everyone preferred to have dinner at home and stay there with their partners, pets or children, watching movies, reading books… But you just moved to Kattegat and didn’t have a partner to stay with, being home alone every day was a bit boring after a while, and the evening shifts were better paid. Besides, he always came in during the evenings.

He’d just get out of work, you guessed, by the formal clothes he always wore. Sometimes he’d come accompanied by other people, other times he’d be all alone frowning over papers and making phone calls. Sometimes he’d order a cold beer, other times a strong coffee, once he ordered a tea.

Ubbe Lothbrok. Your coworker updated you on his entire life. The eldest of a dysfunctional family with an absent father and a mother that sometimes was absent too, with an older half-brother that barely acted like it and three younger brothers which he practically raised. That was probably why he had such a comforting and nurturing aura around him.

He had the sweetest smile, always polite and nice even when he obviously wasn’t having the best of days, and stunning, big blue eyes that left you breathless. It wasn’t healthy to have such a crush on a regular customer, you said to yourself every night after closing and coming back home, but you couldn’t help sighing as you remembered how beautiful was the smile he shot you when you gave him his coffee that day.

But every night he’d come in, and every night you’d spend hours sneaking glances at him, until he left. That night, though, it was a bit different.

You had just poured another glass of whisky to another one of your regulars. He was a nice man but perhaps abused alcohol a bit too much, especially during Friday evenings. He always tried to make you laugh so he could compliment you afterwards, and even if you had to fake all of your laughs, you did it anyway.

Ubbe didn’t look good when he crossed the door. Your smile faded slowly when he entered without saying a word, a stern expression on his face and clearly with something on his mind that bothered him. He sat on his usual table, near the big window from where you could see the fjord. It looked gorgeous, especially during the evenings when the sun would be a bit lower.

But he didn’t pay attention to the view nor looked at the bar to catch your attention. Biting your lip, you grabbed a plate and one of the kanelboller you had baked earlier that day. Before you could think about it twice, you approached his table, taking a deep breath for a bit of courage. The look on his face when you offered it to him with a small, shy smile on your face was priceless.

“I didn’t order this” he said with a small frown.

“I know, I just thought you look like you need it, I always eat one when I’m having a bad day and it gets much better” you replied with a giggle “Can I get you anything else?”

He looked taken aback, blinked a couple of times before nodding slowly. He cleared his throat.

“Um… A coffee perhaps? With milk, please, and a lot of sugar”

“Sure, just a moment” you smiled, nodding and quickly making your way back to the bar to prepare it. You could feel his eyes on you while you worked, and didn’t dare to look back at him until you left the coffee on his table.

The customers started to leave. Sometimes you’d glance at his table only to discover he had eaten the kanelboll and drank the coffee. Other times you’d caught him looking at you. Until you heard someone sitting on one of the stools at the bar, making you look up from the glasses you were drying and nearly gasping when you saw his big blue eyes looking right at you.

“Have we met?” he said softly, his voice suddenly sounding much more rough and intimate than when he ordered. The faint curve of a smile on his lips made him look even better.

“I… Don’t think so” you cleared your throat “I’d remember it, um… I’m Y/N” you smiled softly, clearing your throat and wondering if you’d look as bad as you thought after hours running up and down the local.

“I’m Ubbe” he nodded “You’re new in Kattegat, aren’t you?”

“Yes, kind of” you chuckled nervously “Just moved here, looking for a change of scenery, I guess…”

“Anyone would think that a young, pretty woman would prefer a change of scenery in Sicily or the south of France or Spain” he smiled, and you smiled back at him. How could you not?

“I’d say the south of Norway has its charm too” you replied, shrugging and trying to ignore the fact that he just called you pretty “It has handsome men, at least”

Was that as terrible as it sounded?

He chuckled then, and looked down before shaking his head.

“I’d say you might be too good for the men around here” he shrugged.

“How can you say it? You don’t know me yet” you smirked.

“You just gave me one of the best kanelboller I’ve ever tried. And I’ve tried a lot, my mother is Swedish” he said “And just because you thought I needed it”

“They always manage to put me in a good mood, I figured it could work with you too…”

“It did work” he nodded “Thank you, I’ve been having a very long day, family shit…” he rubbed his neck with a sigh “Sorry, I don’t mean to bore you with my problems…”

“No” you shook your head “You’re not boring me, it’s way better than cleaning this place” you frowned looking around “Want a beer?”

“Sure” he smiled again “In any case, I’d prefer to talk to you over dinner, if you feel like it”

“Oh” you chuckled “I’d love that… Um… I finish my shift in an hour or so…”

“Perfect” he shot you the biggest, most beautiful smile you had ever seen “I’ll wait for you, then”

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You didn’t think Ubbe could be even more handsome, but the low light of the sunset made him look like a Norse God. His clear eyes narrowed slightly, bothered by the light, but he only had a big smile for you as soon as you turned to him. You wished you had put a bit more effort on dressing up that morning, but at least you wore a cute top and jeans. The denim jacket, which you realised with a sigh that matched Ubbe’s eyes, was a must in Scandinavia, even during summer.

“I know a place where we can grab some dinner” he cleared his throat as soon as you turned to him, biting your lip nervously “Would you prefer eating there or going to the beach to have a late picnic?”

Even if every single brain cell capable of reasoning in that moment screamed at you that it wasn’t smart or safe to go to a deserted beach while it was dark all alone with a man you didn’t even know, you ended up smiling and nodding at his plan, convincing yourself that he didn’t look like a serial killer and that even if you had to die you preferred doing it while looking at those eyes.

Ubbe apologised for the simplicity of the dinner he got you. A pair of burgers, and a paper bag full of chips that the waitress (who also battled her eyelashes way more than necessary while he ordered) had given to him for free. He explained he used to work there when he was younger, and you listened to him with widened eyes, barely paying attention to the food even if you were starving.

“My dad left home when I was a kid” he muttered, the sand was still a bit warm under you and the soft sea breeze hitting your face while you listened to his voice almost made you disassociate “I still saw him sometimes, but he spent most of his time in England, my mother had four kids to raise and one of them with a disease… She still ran the family business with the help of my half-brother, so she barely had time for us. I had to take the role of a father to my younger brothers when I was still a kid myself, so… This is going to sound selfish maybe, but I got that job to be out of that house for a few hours” he sighed “We didn’t need the money, but it felt good to stay away and make my own money, meet new people and go out…”

“I don’t think it’s selfish” you shrugged “I suppose all of us need some space, especially a teenager boy”

“Sometimes I felt bad, almost like I abandoned my brothers too” he shrugged “Hvitserk usually tagged along when I went out with friends, but Sigurd and Ivar were too young, and Ivar had his… Shit going on, too”

“It wasn’t your place to act like a father” you said softly “It wasn’t your responsibility and you still did it, that says a lot”

“I couldn’t just leave them like my father did” he sighed “They barely got to know him, at least I spent some good years with him, but they were very little when he left”

“Is this the family shit you talked about?” you said with a smile.

“No” he chuckled “Well, I do have some fights with my youngest brother, Ivar is very… Stubborn” he frowned softly “And Hvitserk used to be my partner in crime, now he’s closer to Ivar, and Sigurd… He doesn’t really care, left this place a long time ago… But no, it’s not them the ones making my days a living hell lately”

“I’m sorry” you replied with a sad smile “I hope I could help”

Ubbe turned then to smile widely at you.

“You did, you fixed my entire day, Gods, you fixed my entire month”

You giggled, shaking your head before taking another bite of your burger.

“That’s the effect of kanelboller” you smiled “I’m glad you feel better”

“It wasn’t the kanelboller” he said softly “It was you, I don’t think someone has noticed I don’t look happy in my entire life” he muttered “I was always okay, helping others, I didn’t… I wasn’t given the chance to not be okay, but you just came and gave it to me, like it was normal”

“It is normal” you reached to take his hand, hoping he wouldn’t put it away “I see every kind of people every day, some of them are very happy, others not so much, others start crying when they tell me they’ve been fired, others come very happy and leave sad, people feel things, and it’s okay to feel, it’s much better than not feeling anything”

“I guess no one paid attention to what I felt in my entire life” he shrugged, shaking his head before drinking from the beer he had bought for dinner “So thank you”

“You don’t have to thank me” you giggled “I do want something in return though” you bit your lip, glancing at an amused Ubbe, who raised an eyebrow.

“Me buying dinner wasn’t enough?” he laughed.

“Baking those kanelboller took me a long time, you know…”

He hummed, nodding slowly almost like he was thinking.

“And… What about this?” he said, and before you could react he grabbed your neck, pushing you closer to him and capturing your lips with his softly. You gasped against his mouth, surprised, but your hands went to his arms immediately, trying to keep balance without breaking what was possibly the best kiss you ever had. He tasted like the beer he was drinking, he was warm and soft, and completely matched the vibe of a sweet and nurturing man that always took care of others. You kissed him back, closing your eyes and moving closer until he grabbed your waist to pull you into his lap. The food was already forgotten as you straddled his hips and his hands travelled down your back and waist until your hips.

He only broke the kiss when the both of you couldn’t breathe. After opening your eyes and seeing his ocean blues looking right back at you you knew that would be what you saw when you died.

“Maybe I should have asked first” he whispered, his voice even more hoarse and deep.

“No, I’m…” you cleared your throat, touching your lips absentmindedly while holding back a stupid smile “I’m fine, more than fine”

“Good” he muttered before leaning in again to keep kissing you. With a sigh, you let him do, running your hands down his strong chest and shoulders, enjoying the way his arms tightened around your waist, or how his hands would wander further down and touch your thighs over your jeans. Once his hands came closer to that place between your legs and you whimpered against his lips. He kissed down your jaw and neck, even giving some small kisses over your collarbone and chest, only to bite softly on your neck, finding your sweet spot with no effort.

You could feel his member already hard against your sex, and grinded against it absentmindedly, Ubbe gasped and grabbed your hips to press you down, groaning when he made you moan softly against his ear. When you finally opened your eyes it was already completely dark around you, the moon being the only source of light around you. His eyes under the moonlight were amazing.

Without saying a word, he grabbed your waist again only to push you down onto the sand, it was already cold and it made you shiver when you laid down with your eyes still fixed on his.

“Don’t you want to watch the stars?” he chuckled, even if he didn’t take his eyes off of you either.

“Only if you’re the one making me see them” you raised an eyebrow, making him laugh again. He hid his face into your neck to laugh, and his warm breath hitting your skin made you tremble again. As soon as he raised his head you grabbed his neck to kiss him again. This time he had enough space to touch and caress every single part of your body.

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“Well… This is me” you said with a giggle when you stopped in front of your building. Ubbe nodded slowly, the cute smile that hadn’t abandoned him all night curving his lips “Want to come in?”

A part of you was begging for him to say yes, but another part was panicking because that day you had forgotten to make the bed and you were sure there were clothes all around your bedroom.

And, you were wearing very ugly underwear.

“I would love to, but…” he sighed “It’s late, I need to work tomorrow and… Yeah, I have an appointment very early, and I don’t know if I’d be strong enough to leave your bed once I’m in” he muttered, leaning even closer before stealing another kiss. You had to hold back a very excited and unsexy giggle.

“Yeah, I… We better leave that for the weekend” you whispered, biting your lip as soon as he broke the kiss.

“I’m all yours for the weekend” he raised his hands with a chuckle.

“I’ll call you” you nodded slowly, already missing his touch “Thank you for this night, it was… Quite a welcome to Kattegat”

“It was my pleasure” he bowed his head and winked at you playfully “Good night, gorgeous”

“Good night” you said back, smiling like an idiot before turning around to open the door.

“Oh, and Y/N” he called out, making you turn around again to look at him “It was amazing to meet you”

Before you could react, he took your hand, kissing it softly before winking and walking away.

As soon as you were inside, you giggled, shrieked and laughed in pure joy, feeling those butterflies in your stomach when you remembered just how his lips felt against yours.

Opening your window to let the chill night air into your room, you looked up at the sky you had been neglecting for the entire night.

Was it you or the stars looked more bright?

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“You look too happy today, don’t you?” your coworker raised an eyebrow. She had been looking at you the entire evening, giggling in amusement when you smiled at the customers maybe more than needed.

“Yeah, well, it’s Friday, the sun is up and it’s warm, perfect to go to the beach”

“Will you be joining someone?” she laughed “It’s the first time since you moved here that you’re actually looking forward to do something after work”

“Maybe” you winked at her “I don’t kiss and tell, who knows?”

“Oh my god you are!” she shrieked, almost groaning in impatience when you scurried off to serve a coffee to a customer “Who? Is he hot? Or she? Or they? I don’t really know your sexual preferences”

“It’s a he” you giggled “And yes he’s very hot, we’re just getting to know each other for now, though” you shrugged, trying to hold the excited smile back, still feeling like an idiot whenever you caught yourself thinking about the kiss(es) and smiling all alone.

“Finally! Is he a customer?” she widened her eyes “There’s a lot of guys that flirt with you, should I guess?”

“Yes, he is a customer” you winked at her “And I’m saying no more! If I talk too much about it and it doesn’t work out…”

Ignoring her protests, you went back to smiling widely to the customers, glancing at the clock approximately every five minutes.

Once you were out, this time having put more effort on your outfit and having brought some of your makeup to work, you immediately called him. After a few days thinking when you should call, you decided to just give him a spontaneous call when you got off of work. He did mention he was free every evening after work, so you thought it would make you look a bit more laid-off and less desperate. Not that you were desperate, but you honestly didn’t really know how long you’d survive without one of his kisses.

Ubbe didn’t pick up. Your smile faded a bit, but you soon shook your head and shrugged it off. Maybe he was busy at work, maybe he had a call… He would surely call you back as soon as he saw it, so you decided to go to the centre and relax a bit. You had been wanting to take a look at some shops you saw when you first moved there, but never had time to actually do it.

What you loved the most about Kattegat was how it seemed to blend in with the nature that surrounded it. There were trees everywhere, and all of the buildings were made of wood, imitating the style of the ancient vikings towns. It was cosy and delightful, the little lightbulbs that adorned the main streets every night from May to September gave it a warm vibe that contrasted with the chilly air.

Glancing at your phone every few minutes, you let yourself relax and enjoy your walk around the shops, frowning occasionally when you saw the prices. Everyone had said Norway was expensive, but you really felt like buying yourself something.

Entering a small shop that had big sale posters on the window, you looked around, smiling politely to the workers and immediately heading for the sale section.

Until a deep, rough voice made you freeze, turning your head with a small smile on your lips until you saw him.

Ubbe. That voice was unmistakable, but your smile faded slowly when you saw he wasn’t talking to you. Instead, he had a little girl in his arms, and carried her as he talked to another man, taller and with blonde hair. Next to them two women talked cheerfully, one of them, with blonde hair, had a little boy grabbing her hand, her other hand over her belly, where you could guess a big bump. You felt like someone just poured a cube of ice water over your head while you watched them walk to the door. Suddenly Ubbe turned to the blonde woman, tending his hand so she would give him the bag she carried, she did it, smiling softly at him and putting her hand on his arm after he caught it, turning her head around to keep talking to the other woman. It wasn’t until they left the shop that you reacted, clearing your throat and looking around to make sure no one saw how you wiped the tears that welled on your eyes before leaving too, suddenly not in the mood to go shopping.

On your way home, you couldn’t stop thinking about how much of an idiot you felt. You had been stupid, letting your stupid crush dictate your every move and thought about that man, who looked too handsome to be single. And you didn’t even think about asking him? Well, it’s not something that crosses your mind after someone kisses you like that, right?. Groaning as soon as you closed the door, taking off your shoes and letting yourself fall onto your couch, you took a deep breath before wiping your tears again. The worst part was the disappointment. Had he really taken advantage of you being new there and not knowing anyone?

Gods, he’s fucking married, you thought. And with kids! The excitement and illusion you had nurtured during those last few days came back as disappointment and sadness. Had that night been magical just for you? You groaned again, deciding to go right to bed even if it was too early.

Your phone vibrated, glancing at it you immediately tossed it onto the bed before entering the bathroom for a shower before bed, ignoring the fact that his name on your screen made your heart clench once again.

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You changed your shifts. Your boss looked a bit bothered but you didn’t care, you preferred to spend your days at home curled up on your couch watching the news before humiliating yourself by seeing him every day. No matter how many times you had thought to yourself it maybe wasn’t what it seemed, that maybe all of it was a misunderstanding and you had gotten things wrong. Because Ubbe didn’t look like the cheating type, right?.

But if you had learnt something about men in all of your years of life, it was that most of them weren’t as innocent and nice as they looked.

A week had passed since that night, the best night of your life you’d dare to say, and you found yourself on your couch like every other day, eating some dinner you had ordered and watching a very boring documentary film. All of this while trying to ignore the downgrade that supposed to go from making out with a very hot man on a deserted beach during sunset to watching two lions fighting hyenas on TV in just a week.

You were about to switch channels when your phone vibrated. Looking at the caller ID, you sighed and left it again. He hadn’t called very often, just a couple of times, and even if you really wanted to pick up and let him explain, you also still had enough self-esteem to know that the wisest thing to do was to ignore it.

Until your doorbell rang.

Startled, you looked at the clock. You weren’t expecting anyone, could it be one of your neighbours? Two weeks ago you had to help an older lady that lived next to you to turn the TV on because she had accidentally unplugged it while cleaning, so after thinking about it for a couple of seconds, you stood up and walked over to the door, opening it and ready to fake a smile.

But you didn’t expect to see two piercing blue eyes looking right at you. He had a shy smile on his lips.

“Ubbe?” you frowned, immediately clearing your throat and shaking your head “What…?”

“I… You didn’t answer your phone” he said, shrugging “And I didn’t see you working these days either… I just… Thought maybe something had happened, is everything okay?” his eyes narrowed, and for a moment you believed he was genuinely worried “You said you’d call and…”

“Yeah” you crossed your arms over your chest “Everything is okay, now you can…” you tried closing the door, but his arm blocked it. When you opened it again with an annoyed sigh, his smile had faded, and he looked confused now. You looked away as soon as you started thinking he looked very good.

“I don’t understand” he licked his lips “Have I done something? I…”

“Are you serious?” you scoffed.

“I’m lost, Y/N” he shot you a confused smile “I’m sorry I didn’t pick up the phone, I…”

“It’s not that, it’s…” you frowned, looking at the closed doors of your neighbours, grabbing his arm and pulling him inside your flat before closing the door. Your neighbours were as adorable as they were nosy “I saw you”

“You saw me?” he frowned again, shaking his head “I’m sorry, I…”

“You’re married” you rubbed your eyes. You had promised you wouldn’t cry again “You have kids! You’re lucky I didn’t go to your wife and told her what we did on that beach last week”

“Oh” he let out a breath, smiling in relief and shaking his head “It’s that”

“That?” you scoffed “Are you serious? I’m no one’s side chick, don’t you think it’s a piece of information I should know before you kiss me?”

“Look, it has an explanation” he shook his head slowly “If you let me explain, I…”

“Go ahead” you narrowed your eyes at him as you sat down on the couch again “Explain”

“I’m divorced, Y/N” he smiled apologetically “I just divorced Torvi, that’s why I’m not wearing a ring”

He raised his hand, and you looked at his naked fingers, biting your lip in confusion.

“Torvi is my brother’s ex-wife, we started dating when they divorced, and I practically raised their kids” he shrugged and smiled shyly when you tilted your head “I know, it’s weird, it’s a long story because I was with someone else when I started dating her, which I’m not proud of” he sighed “I love Torvi, but it’s not the kind of love that maintains a marriage”

“But… You were together, with your kids and two other people, that’s not what a divorced couple usually do”

“We were with Björn and Gunhild, his actual wife” he shook his head “He’s the kids’ father, and the educator at the school said it’s good for the children to see all of us together, so we usually go out with them once a week… I do consider myself their father, but biologically I’m only Ragnar’s father, and he hasn’t been born yet” he smiled softly, looking excited “So no, I’m not married, but it’s not really a conversation for a first date, is it?”

“I… You could have mentioned it” you sighed, rubbing your eyes again “Are you sure I’m not destroying a marriage?”

Ubbe laughed for the first time since he entered your flat.

“No, my marriage didn’t have a future since way before I met you. I had a shitty day because my mother was giving me a hard time about the divorce, she is scared because she says I will never settle down, she thinks I should just hold on, no matter how unhappy my marriage is, for the kids’ sake… She believes we all should do what my father and her did, but their example was actually what made me decide to divorce” he shot you a sad smile then “So no, I’m not married nor you’re anyone’s side chick, I do have a family though, and I won’t leave them. I really like you, Y/N, but if you’re not comfortable with this or are unable of accepting this, just tell me and I will leave and won’t ever contact you again”

You groaned again, covering your face and feeling, once again, the stupidest person on Earth.

“So I just spent a week feeling like an idiot, believing you were playing me and changing my shifts at work for no reason?”

Ubbe smiled softly, reaching to put your hair out of your face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t really get the chance to tell you, I preferred to wait… To avoid scaring you off, maybe”

“I… God, I don’t know what to say” you giggled nervously “Sorry, I… Maybe I should have picked up the phone, let you explain before jumping to conclusions”

“Hey, it’s completely normal you reacted like this, I would probably react the same if I saw you with a random guy on the street”

“Yes but I…” you sighed again “Are you sure you’re not going home to anyone?”

“No” he muttered “In fact, I just rented a flat to where I go back all alone every night, another reason why I spend my evenings out, so no, I’m not going home to anyone”

You nodded slowly, relieved but mortified at the same time.

“And just to make sure you know I’m not lying, I did say the truth when I said I loved meeting you the other day” he added, his voice softened while he grabbed your hand “I had one of the best nights of my entire life with you, and I’d hate to have to walk away from you but I’ll respect your decision”

“I believe you” you bit your lip to hold back a smile, your heart started beating faster and faster when he leaned in, your eyes travelling from his eyes to his lips “I suppose I was scared, you made me go insane in just one night… I was afraid you were playing me, going home to someone else and flirting with me for fun, I just…”

“I understand” he nodded, a smile curving his lips again “I would love if you gave me another chance”

Finally relaxing, you took a deep breath and nodded, a mischievous smile curving your lips.

“Sure, but… Do you think it’s too late to go to the beach? I always loved bathing in the sea at night”

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I’m sorry if I messed up the tags again😭 it’s 2am please forgive me lol

Also! Sorry if the ending to this is too weak, I had to cut it a bit shorter because it was too long😅 anyway, the next one will be better❤️ thank you so much for reading!

#vikings #vikings imagine #ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe imagine #modern vikings #modern ubbe #summer in kattegat

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kalpasio · 1 year

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Yo hey!

New reader here, but I was confused as to why you described kalpas in your fic, “The Chef in the Shitty Kitchen”, as OOC? I might be biased because I love exploring how other sides of characters surface in different scenarios. I feel like it’s our job as a fandom to expand on our blorbos! I’d just like to know your thought process (that was actually my favorite fic, I love domestic kalpas. Imo it’s much better to be a carb addict than an alcoholic—)

On the other hand, thank you for single-handedly keeping the kalpas fan club afloat. I scraped Danbooru for some kalpas content, but in 60% of the pictures he was like 6 pixels in the background.

Moving from genshin to honkai where there’s a severe lack of content almost made me implode, so I’ll try my best to help out! Although I’ve only written two fics, and both times my wrists hurt so bad I had to stop.

They were only 1k words. 💀

Fellow kalpas lovers, rise up!!! (Sorry for being wordy but I didn’t want to clog up your ask box, you’re probably already in really high demand 😭 )

I think I say he's ooc in all my fics because I'm nervous lmao but that one especially I wrote before the golden courtyard anime came out and it was like entirely made up from brainrot? so I was like this is NOT real kalpas, and I can say it but if someone else said he was ooc I would definitely start arguing lol

I feel like flame chaser kalpas 1) has seen Some Shit, 2) been through Some Shit, and 3) does not have access to a kitchen so his personality is very different than it would have been if honkai hadn't destroyed his life. Golden courtyard kalpas is what I guess he would be like if he had actually gotten a chance to live his life I guess? idk he deserves a little happiness ya know? also domestic kalpas is a bean, change my mind

tbh moving from genshin to honkai and seeing so little content was part of what made me start writing for kalpas? I was like "oh Thoma has no content" because he only had like a couple hundred fics and then kalpas had like. two. and I was SO Mad I swear even if I write for something else if I ever get a chance holy shit I will always come back to Kalpas

my wrist HATES me which is problematic so I completely understand lol I usually end up taking breaks and writing things down on notes so I can come back and elaborate when my hand isn't about to fall off? still makes me sad tho. also 1k words is 1k more words than we had before!!! if you feel comfortable with it I'd love to read your works 🧡!!

asks are unfortunately all I've been doing lately because of school so you don't have to worry about sending any in! tbh my request list is so long because I have some that are literally over 100 days old and I am just dying rn 💀

#hiiiiiiii 👋👋👋#extremely long response #my b lol #you have no idea how happy i am to meet another writer!#like the community is small but i am bad at interacting lol #so I'm glad there's someone else writing and I'm like super honored that you reached out to me even though ive been dead for months 😭😭#I'm gonna get a fic out this week if it kills me #because not writing S U C K S

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vroomvroommbtch · 2 years

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So it goes: Part 27- MI x OC

Masterlist

Summary: If it was Daniel's birthday, then there was gonna be alcohol. If there was alcohol, then Maggie was going to drink. And if Maggie was going to drink, then she would open her mouth and say a few things that she always wanted to say to Michael.

Pairing: Michael Italiano x fem!OC

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, Maggie being a drunk mess, mentions of Z*K Br*wn and the orange tractor.

Word count: 8.7k

A/N: If this thing is up it’s because miracles do exist and I wanna thank Grammarly for making it possible with their app 😭♥️ Okay, this can be a mess because I normally edit it WAY more than I did but I’m an anxious bitch so bare with me 🫶🏻 Also if the format its fucked up I apologize bc my phone shows me a different shit than my computer and I won’t be able to fix it till I have a new charger for my goddamn computer🥲 BUT HI! Okay we’re back to the usual schedule of me taking forever to post bc vacations are over but I’m trying my best istg 😭 So, hope you like it, enjoy, thanks for the likes and let me know what you think! See ya! 🫶🏻

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Part 27 - Let me down easy.

They couldn’t catch a goddamn break. None of them could get more than a week of peace. It was like life was laughing at their faces all over again because every single time they thought things were fine, something shitty had to happen. But the ultimate shitty thing on this occasion was the British Grand Prix and how it completely ruined Daniel’s birthday weekend.

It started okay. It started more than okay because they were in the UK so it mean their families and friends coming for the race and especially for Daniel’s birthday. It also meant Olivia spending time with her grandparents because Joe and Grace flew to the UK too, so they were all kisses, hugs, and smiles.

That’s actually how things have been for the last month. First, it was Maggie’s birthday and all the happiness it brought her. A week later Jas' birthday came, which was just a little happy celebration with just the six of them in Canada, where Jas insisted that she would have loved to have her family and friends over, but she was happy to have her little family with her and that they could all celebrate later when they get together for Daniel’s birthday. But then Montana came and that was Maggie’s little piece of heaven.

Montana wasn’t in Maggie’s plan. She wasn’t planning to go there after Canada. Instead, she was planning to fly back to Dublin, stay some days there, and then go to the UK in time for the Silverstone race, but none of that happened. The second Daniel hear the words ‘Dublin’ and ‘Flight’ coming from her, he insisted that she couldn’t miss their trip. Besides, Daniel insisted that they didn’t want to handle Michael and his lovesick puppy face because he missed her, so she needed to go. On the other side, there was Jas, Blake, and Michael telling Maggie to do whatever she wanted to do, but deep down she could see how Michael wanted her to go with them, so she didn’t have many options. It took half an hour, a soft ‘I’d love you to come with us’ from Michael and one very much insisting Daniel for her to say yes, but she didn’t regret it.

Montana was somehow a gift to all of them. It was like the breeze of fresh air they needed desperately. Maybe it was the fresh air or the fact that they didn’t have to think about planes and flights and all that for a week, but Maggie was happy. She had been drawing more than she had been doing in months, she had been learning how to play the ukulele that Daniel gave her for her birthday, and she had been laughing her ass off constantly thanks to their friends, so it was good.

What made everything better was how happy her family was. Daniel was all happy to be able to be a full-time dad the whole week without having to worry about interviews, publicity, racing, or going to the MTC. Jas was happy to spend time with her fiancée and her daughter and Olivia were just over the moon about everything. She was everybody’s toy and the little spoiled tiny queen of the group, and even if Olivia was just a five-month-old baby, she loved it. Just like her dad, Olivia loved people, she loved to play with people and they knew it would be a different story if she could walk because she would be everywhere. They also knew she wouldn’t stop talking if she already knew how to do it, but meanwhile, she was a happy, giggly, babbling thing who loved to play peekaboo with whoever was available and ready to be her play date.

And to add to all that, things with Michael were better than ever. Even if they had a still pendent talk for the summer break, they were almost back together. They were sharing a room without silly excuses and without sneaking into each other’s room, they were waking up and going to bed together, they would go hand in hand everywhere like they used to, and Michael would tell to everyone who would listen that Maggie was his girlfriend. He was a happy man saying she was his girl and Maggie was over the goddamn moon.

Everything about that damn trip has her over the moon, but especially those little stolen moments with Michael. From riding a horse like she always wanted to and finally doing it with him because she was too scared to do it alone the first time, laughing so uncontrollably that her tears were streaming down her face, snuggling on his lap by the fire at night and sharing beers while they watched a rodeo, it was all a dream. Even trying to warm him up with a towel and wrapping her arms around his body after he and the boys jumped into the goddamn cold river was a damn delight. It was just one memory behind another and all of them were with her family and friends, but especially with Michael, so it was one of the best trips of her life.

But just like it came, it went away. Their little week was over and they had to go back to reality, flight to London and they all went back to their regular schedules and normal lives, which sucked. But the thing that London brought back and that did not suck at all was Maggie’s return to her favorite place in the UK -and in the whole world- and that was Michael’s apartment. After months of coming and going from Lily’s to Jas and Daniel’s apartment, Maggie wasn’t thinking about where she was going to stay when they landed in London. Even if she had the keys and she could go whenever she wanted, Maggie was too tired to go all the way to Lily’s, so she figured the best thing was to stay with Daniel and Jas. She didn’t even ask simply because she didn’t have to, but the one who asked was Michel.

She wasn’t expecting the question, not when they were in a plane flighting over the middle of the ocean. She wasn’t expecting it while she was trying to get some sleep against his shoulder while Michael was reading a book on his Kindle. She wasn’t expecting it, but suddenly another kiss on her head and a whisper brought her back to reality, making her look up at him. Not even the grumpy mood she was in for yet again not being able to sleep on a plane stopped her from smiling at him. And out of nowhere, Michael asked where she was planning to stay when they get to London. She was too sleepy to answer, so she just whispered a little ‘Dunno’ as she shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. She wasn’t looking for anything with that answer, she was just being honest because she had a slight idea but she wanted to lay down on the first bed she could find. And since she wasn’t looking for anything, it took her by surprise when Michael asked if she wanted to stay with him those couple of days until they went to Silverstone. She could see the expectation in his eyes when he asked. She could see how he was worried about a negative because she hasn’t stayed there in too long. She could see how Michael wanted her to say yes.

Her answer was an absolute yes. There was no doubt she was going to say yes to such a proposal when she missed that place more than any other. But before Maggie said yes, she moved her hand up to cup his cheek as she gave him the softest and smallest kiss, whispering against his lips that she missed his bed. That was the shortest way she could find to say she missed every single thing about that apartment, but Michael didn’t need explanations.

But what finally made her say yes with both her words and her head was his answer. The second he whispered ‘Then come home’, Maggie could have sworn her heart jumped out of happiness. It took all from her to not cry right there in the middle of the plane, so to calm herself she nodded while she whispered ‘Okay’ against his lips, stealing one kiss and then another. That made the trick finally made her fall asleep. Knowing that in just a couple of hours she was gonna be in bed right there at his place was like a magical solution to her problems.

But the real solution to almost all of her problems was finally walking inside the apartment. It was coming home after a terrible trip that lasted months, all to find her things still there where she left them. Her books were still on one of the shelves in the living room, her favorite blanket perfectly folded and resting on the back of the cream couch, her favorite cup in the kitchen, her shampoo and all her things were still in the bathroom, and the drawers were her things used to be were still empty waiting for her things to be back.

But what made her heart melt was the picture on his nightstand. For years the last three years it has been the same picture of Maggie smiling at the camera. He took it in Abu Dhabi, the first time Maggie spend his birthday with him even if they were surrounded by people and even if they were nothing serious. She was smiling because the one behind the camera was Michael, but also because he was telling her how happy he was that she did everything in her power to fly in time and spend the day with him. She was smiling because Michael was telling her that she looked beautiful even when she knew she was a little disaster fucked, with her hair all messy after being against the pillow and lips all swollen and red after spending so much time making out. She was a mess but how happy she was to be sitting in the middle of that bed, wearing nothing but his shirt and her panties and not caring if someone could find them.

Maggie knew perfectly fine how Michael had every single picture of her and them together hiding on his phone. She wasn’t surprised because she did the same thing. Every single piece of evidence about what they had was hidden on their phone and that’s how things were until everybody found out about them. The same thing happened with that picture on his nightstand. Maggie knew that Michael used to hide it in the drawer of his nightstand every time someone went to his place. He hated to do it but nobody could know about it. It was their little secret so nobody could know, but that picture was a vivid memory of those days. Every single time she got into the bedroom and saw that picture, Maggie couldn’t help but look at that little happy twenty-five years old version of herself and think of how everything changed. All that twenty-five years old kid wanted was to be able to sneak and steal a couple of stolen hours with the boy who she liked, the one she was convinced she could never have for more than some stolen nights.

But the twenty-eight years old actual version of herself kept wanting the same thing. In the middle of all the mess and the rollercoasters and everything that happened in between, all she wanted was the same guy she liked so much, the one that she finally got, the one that she thought she lost and that finally now she was feeling that she was finally getting back. The one that was making dinner reservations so they could go with Jas, Daniel, and Olivia that night.

It was the same guy that found her looking at the new picture on his nightstand because he changed it for one with Maggie and Olivia. They were in Perth and everyone was happy because the youngest Ricciardo was finally in his father’s hometown. In the middle of the mess of things and suitcases, there was Maggie, holding Olivia in her arms as she showed her around the place. Maggie knew perfectly fine a two and a half months baby would never understand what she was saying, but she knew talking to babies was good for the development of the brain, so she did it. She went around showing her the house and where everything was and then she went outside and did the same thing. That’s exactly when Michael took the picture. Maggie joked about how much he loved to take pictures of her in her worse moments because she was a disaster again, just out of a plane after an insanely long plane, barefoot wearing one of his shirts, messy ponytail, and no makeup, but the smile on her face was huge. She looked happy because she was in one of her favorite places in the world with her whole family and it was all good.

And just like that afternoon in Perth but months later, everything was good in London too. She was with her back against Michael’s body as she looked at the picture on his nightstand, all while he held her close with both arms around her waist, and it was good. It was all good. And it felt good.

Everything was incredibly good all week, but then the race happened and it was a disaster. And since it was a disaster and grandparents were in town to look after Olivia, they decided to drink. It took them five minutes to decide where, but then they agreed the low-key place to go was Lily’s apartment because the neighbors in front of her were her friends and the neighbors downstairs were on vacation, so there was gonna be zero complaints. Once the location was all settled and done and Daniel was done with media and debriefing, they all drove back to London and before they all knew it, there were bottles and pizza boxes everywhere. From tequila to wine and bottles the champagne, there was everything because Lily was always a wonderful hostess and she said that her Aussie brother deserved nothing but the best for that celebration. Besides, it was a double celebration considering that none of their friends were around for Jas’ birthday, so double the celebration, double the bottles.

And like Cam used to say ‘Double the bottle, double the trouble’

“Okay, okay c’mere to me, y’all!” Lily yelled, standing in the chair where she was sitting before, hitting the glass of champagne in her hand with one of her rings so they would pay attention to her.

“Lil you’re already drunk, babe” Jas laughed, as they all turned to look at Lily.

“Shush! I wanna make a toast!” Lily exclaimed, finally making Jas stay in silence so she could start talking. “First, thank you for coming to my humble residency, make yourself at home, and please don’t puke in my plans or my vases” she joked, making everyone in the room laugh with her. “No, but for real this time, I wanna make a toast, first to the beautiful Jas, the woman who treated me like nothing but a sister since I can remember. I love you and I’m nothing but proud of you and to see the wonderful woman you became and especially to see the wonderful and cool mom you are. And to the birthday boy. My mate, you’re the coolest friend and dad out there, D. Also you’re the best and fastest racing driver in the whole goddamn world, no matter what results or your goddamn team says. This is my flat and I make the rules so fuck em all. I think I talk for all of us when I say you both are the glue that keeps this crazy family together. And I think I also talk for all of us when I say we all love you with all our hearts, so happy birthday to you both. Cheers!” Lily yelled all happy, but before she raised her glass, she was talking again. “Sorry, no! I mean Enchanté! But hey also a toast in honor for dear Mr. Zak Brown and his team with his shitty orange tractor!”

That last part had everyone laughing after a general Enchanté from the group as they raised their glasses and bottles. Of course, they all were laughing because after the disaster of a race there was nothing else they could do, especially Daniel. But between all the laughs and smiles, there was Michael. “Don’t be mean, Lil” he smiled as he shook his head.

Of course, he was the one who said that. Maggie wasn’t surprised he was the one who said that. There was nobody in the world as good as comprehensive as the man by her side resting his free hand on her waist. Every single day Maggie wished she could be half as comprehensive as her boyfriend was; she wanted to be half of the good person he also was, but that night it wasn’t gonna happen.

“Mean? I am mean? Shut up, mate! You’re too good” Lily asked, getting down from the chair as she laughed.

“Are you serious saying she’s mean? Really babe?” Maggie also wondered, looking up to her boyfriend with a tiny smile on her face. “Okay listen to me because I’m gonna say something too” she stated, walking to the chair where Lily was standing before so she could give another speech to her friends.

“You tell 'em kiddo!” Ben yelled from the couch as Cam on his side applauded, both with big smiles on their faces.

“Listen to me, you flutered bastards! I wanna make a toast for this mate right here” Maggie pointed to Daniel, who automatically raised his beer as everyone cheered for him. “My boyfriend here is the most wonderful person in the whole universe and he says we’re mean for calling the orange car a tractor, but hey! Maybe you’re right, love, I mean tractors are faster”. And there was again, everyone in the drunk laughing because of a stupid comment. But the good thing was that even Daniel was laughing. Even with all the shit he was going through he was laughing and Maggie couldn’t love her brother-in-law more. “But for real, I wanna make a toast for our Danny boy, because this man right here gets his ass in that bloody car almost every single weekend to drive at 300 hundred and something kilometers per hour. He goes and works his ass off all damn day every single day to be the best of the best and not only does he do that, but he’s also the coolest dad and friend and he’s always there for us. We don’t appreciate you enough, bro. You have a daughter and a wife and a mom and dad and a family and friends who love you so damn much and there you go risking your life every single fucking weekend to do your job and what does your team do? Give you a shitty strategy and an even shitty car, goddamn it! They fuck you up every single time and you go and put on a smile like the good guy you are! They don’t deserve you, mate. They don’t deserve you and you deserve way better” she finally breathed, blowing Daniel a kiss as all the room cheered again before she continued, all while looking back at Michael. “So, mon amour, my girl Lilian might be mean, and I might be mean. Damn, I might be a mythic bitch, but I can assure you, the CEO who promised Danny everything and more is meaner than us. So happy birthday, Enchanté, and cheers to you Dan, and that orange tractor. May life bring you nothing but happiness and a winning car because you deserve a championship more than any other human being out there”

Maggie didn’t need to get down from the chair because Daniel did the job. With the biggest hug that possibly existed, Daniel held her as tightly as possible and then stayed there for a bit more after Maggie finally put her feet on the ground. She knew perfectly final after that terrible day he needed all the love, hugs, and affection he could get, so she didn’t let him go. She didn’t let him go until he did, but before that happened, Daniel kissed her on the head. “Thanks for having my back, kiddo”

“I’ll always have your back, mate. That’s what family does. Besides I somehow still have to pay you back for introducing me to that handsome friend of yours” Maggie shrugged, slapping his chest as carefully as possible, knowing perfectly fine that even when they were partying, Daniel must be destroyed after the race.

“He’s a cunt but he’s alright I guess” Daniel shrugged too, looking back for a second to where Michael was standing and then back to Maggie. “I love you, y’know that?”

“I know, D. I love you too” she winked.

But before Maggie could do anything, she felt two hands on her shoulders and there was no need to turn around to know who those hands belonged. She knew those rings and those always black nails too well to not recognize her sister’s hands, so she leaned on the side so Jas would stroke her cheek.

“You’re right and they’re cunts” Jas pointed out, letting her sister go to be able to hug Daniel’s side. “We all know they’re cunts”

“See? Your wife says so! They’re an absolute geebag” Maggie insisted, pointing to her sister, trying to somehow show Daniel that she was right about what she said in her speech.

To say things between McLaren and the Irish sisters weren’t nice was nothing but an understatement. To say things between any of their friends and family members and McLaren weren’t nice was more likely. They were all pissed. David, the all-time McLaren fan was in the middle of a breakup situation with the team, not believing how they were treating his son-in-law. On the other side was André, the French grandfather with the biggest ‘I knew he shouldn’t have left Renault’ speech buried deep inside his heart but without telling anything to Daniel because he didn’t need more pressure than what he already had. Then there were their friends who refused to go to the race with Mclaren’s shirts even if they had a 3 on them and instead they all went with Daniel shirts because Jas designed them and because they felt represented Daniel way more than with the team shirt. Then was Esme and Aoife and both of them wanted to go and give Zak and Andreas a piece of their mind because they were overprotective mothers and grandmothers and they hated when someone messed with their family.

Then there was Maggie who was pissed. She was absolutely pissed when she heard Zak talking about Daniel, but she had Michael calming her down like always. He was there telling her that’s how the sport was and how he understood why she was mad, but that there was nothing they could really do except support Daniel.

But if Maggie was pissed then Jas was furious. When the declarations before Monaco surfaced, Jas wanted to take the first flight to wherever Zak Brown was and give him more than a piece of her mind. She wanted to have a long talk with him, but Daniel calmed her down which was probably worse.

Maggie and Jas were almost like twins but the difference was that, when Maggie bottled something up, it ended up running wild in her mind until she let it go. But with Jas, there was no letting it go. When Jas bottled something inside her and especially when someone messed with her family, all that grew inside her and that fire ended up turning into a bomb. She was like that when someone messed with any of her friends or family, but it was a hundred times worse when someone messed up with Daniel.

From day one Jas needed to protect him. She had the feeling inside her and it just grew bigger and bigger as the time with Daniel passed. She knew it was impossible all things considered, but she needed to try and, at least, protect him as much as possible. So when her husband’s boss said the things he said and when Jas couldn’t take it out, it turned into a bomb. Everyone was expecting it to be a mass destruction kind of bomb, but instead, it was like a silent one that would kill slowly.

Jas used to like Zak, he looked like a friendly guy and she decided to believe him when he promised to give Daniel a fast car to win races, but one day all of it changed. From chatting at the paddock and the garage and even at the MTC, Jas went from that to refuse to go with Daniel to having dinner with Zak simply because she didn’t want to fake a smile the whole dinner. She begged her future husband to forgive her for not going with him and invent some excuse as to why she wasn’t going, knowing perfectly fine that wherever Daniel was going, Jas was going too. That’s how things always were no matter the team he was in. It didn’t matter where or when, Jas was always his plus one, always by his side with a smile on her face, always trying to rise to the occasion. For four years Jas never refused an invitation and she was always ready to go, but she refused to be at the same table as her fiancée’s boss. So from a friendly talk, she went to a serious and deadly ‘Morning’ the first time she ran into him that first morning at Silverstone. Maggie did exactly the same thing and then both the sisters went to their business talking about whatever topic they were talking about.

Maggie knew Jas wasn’t planning to talk to him that weekend. It was Daniel’s birthday weekend so she wasn’t planning to ruin it, but it all went to hell on Saturday. Jas was joking with Dom and Maggie at the paddock, right in front of the Mclaren building when apparently someone heard their jokes. It was right after FP3 and before quali that Blake went to find Jas and she didn’t need him to say a thing to know something was happening. Maggie was right with her when it happened and she also knew there was something wrong, but her first thought was Daniel. What none of them were expecting was Blake saying that Zak was looking for Jas to talk to her. Blake offered to go to her but all Jas said was a simple and short ‘Thanks B, but I can deal with this shit on my own’ before she went straight to Zak’s office.

Ten minutes later Jas came out, just as serious as when she went in. To say everyone was expecting her to say what the hell happened inside that office was not enough. They were too curious and too worried, but Jas didn’t say a thing. She just whispered that it was all fine and settled. It wasn’t until she went with Maggie to Daniel’s driver's room before quali that she told Daniel, Blake, and Michael what she and Zak talked about. It wasn’t pretty at all. It was civilized but it wasn’t nice. Maggie was surprised they would let Jas get inside the Mclaren garage and hospitality again, but she was absolutely proud of her sister. And by far her favorite part of the talk was the last thing Jas said to Zak. ‘He’s Daniel Ricciardo, the Gran Prix winner, the man who people love and the man who gave you your first victory in a decade. He’s the only driver who gave you a win since you have been in charge of the team. But you? You’re just some CEO who failed during his time at Mclaren and the man who’s trying to ruin one of his driver’s career and reputation to justify the incompetence of his team. But let me tell you one little thing, Zak. You picked the wrong guy to fuck it with so good luck doing it’.

Everyone’s jaw dropped when they heard those words coming from Jas. Maggie knew perfectly fine her sister was capable of that and much more. Damn, the boys knew it too, but they were in a mix of surprise and disbelief. But then they were all trying to figure out what the hell to do. Daniel was all proud of his wife, Maggie proud of her sister all while Michael and Blake were trying to convince Jas to apologize before everything became worse. But Jas didn’t apologize. She stood tall in the garage the rest of the Saturday and then all Sunday. But the one who talked with his boss was Daniel. They talked that same Saturday after the quali, but for what Michael told Maggie, Daniel didn’t go to apologize about his future wife’s words, he just went to make clear he was gonna put his family first in any kind of a dispute.

But the detail that Jas forgot to tell them and that she remembered later was nothing but the fact that she disinvited Zak to the wedding, which made Maggie laugh her ass off as soon as she heard it. So after all, it wasn’t weird to hear Jas saying they were a bunch of cunts.

“And my wife is always right” Daniel affirmed, kissing Jas’ forehead.

And just like she didn’t need to know Jas was the one placing her hands on Maggie’s shoulders, this time Maggie didn’t need to know the one placing his arms around her waist and hugging her from behind was Michael. She could recognize his hands and arms anywhere, but most importantly, she could recognize his touch anywhere. “Talking about wives, here’s mine” he smiled, bending down enough to be able to kiss her left cheek and then her neck.

‘Here’s mine’. If he was trying to kill her that night he wasn’t that far from getting it.

“Hey you pretty boy, when are you gonna put a ring on my baby sis’ hand? And not that cute little one you gave her. I mean a real stone” Jas asked, making Maggie choke with her beer as Daniel laughed his ass off.

“Wow, no pressure” Maggie coughed, trying to breathe normally again so she could keep talking. “This is the part of our lives where everyone around us starts to get married and have babies and I’m kind of scared so chill, for fuck’s sake” she practically begged, leaning her back against Michael’s chest.

Maggie wasn’t joking when she said people around them were starting to get married and have babies. Jas and Daniel were getting married in a month, Dom proposed to Sara one week ago and they were getting married at the end of the year and she knew Ben was looking for a ring to finally propose to Cam after a lifetime together, so that left just Lily who was single and Maggie and Michael who were in their little word. That plus Olivia bringing the baby fever to the group was making Maggie feel nothing but pressure. But there was Michael, kissing her head, holding her closer with his arms around her waist and his hands resting on her stomach, making Maggie forget about all the problems and worries.

“Listen, I’m not planning to run away and I’m especially not planning to let her run away, so don’t worry. The rings and the kneeling will come eventually” he explained, kissing her cheek again, tickling her with his stubble.

But before Maggie could say anything, Lily was dragging Maggie to the kitchen without giving her time to kiss Michael. And maybe Maggie shouldn’t have followed her friend, because two hour later she was drunk. She tried to convince herself she wasn’t drunk drunk, but she was definitely not sober. And when Maggie wasn’t sober, she would always look for Michael because if he was around, she would automatically turn into an affectionate and clingy kind of drunk, needing nothing but love from the man of her dreams.

“Heyyy that’s my Mikey! I was looking for you!” Maggie exclaimed as soon as she saw Michael in the living room, opening her arms to hug him and resting her head on his chest.

It was an automatic response for him to hug her. It was automatic for him to place his arms around her waist and kiss her head, and she loved to feel his smile against her skin, almost as much as she loved the way he smelled. “I was just talking with Ben and Dom at the balcony, sweetheart”

“I missed you. I really, really missed you” she spoke against his shirt and she had no idea if he hear over the music, but her brain was yelling that she needed to tell him. He needed to know, so she just went with it.

“I missed you too, baby girl” Michael affirmed, kissing her once again as he moved his hands over her back, stroking her slowly.

“Listen to me. I had a bloody brilliant idea!” Maggie suddenly said, moving away enough to look up at his eyes, but never leaving the warmth and comfort of his arms and his body. But before she could say whatever she was gonna say, she decided to change the subject even if for a second. “Did I tell you that you look quiet tidy tonight? You look so cute with this shirt” she wondered, moving her fingers over his chest, touching the white material of his shirt.

“How much did you drink, babe? Because the British in you is showing up and for it to happen you need to be very drunk. First comes Irish drunk and then British drunk. Then if you reach the Aussie drunk is cause you’re smashed”

Maggie could see his efforts to not smile. She could see how he was really trying to stay serious because clearly someone had to be responsible and look after her drunk ass, but it only made Maggie melt even more. That tiny little smile on his face and those wrinkles on his eyes just made her go feral, losing the point for a second as she kissed his chest and hugged his waist tighter.

“Doesn’t matter, but listen to me! I wanna take you on a date!” she suddenly exclaimed, moving her hands up and placing them on his neck.

Maggie wanted to act like she wasn’t that drunk, but she realized that maybe she was very much drunk when she didn’t realize that Michael made them move to one of the chairs on the small balcony. At least she didn’t realize it until she was sitting there on his lap, which made her smile more because she loved to sit on his lap and snuggle there as long as she could.

“You wanna take me on a date? There’s no need to do that, sweetheart” Michael smiled, moving her hair out of her neck and shoulders and then stroking her cheeks with one hand, all as he held her waist with the other one, making sure she wasn’t gonna fall anywhere.

“But I want to! I wanna doll up and dress all nice for you and pick a cute place to go! We never do that. We never go out alone. We can count with both hands how many times we actually went alone on dates. I mean, I can’t count right now 'cause I’m kind of sloshed but you get it” she insisted, looking at him with the bigger pout trying to convince him.

And Maggie knew it worked as soon as Michael traced the pad of his thumb over her lower lip, so she made it more difficult for him as she kissed his thumb, all while a little smile appeared on her face. “Yeah, I get it. And you’re kind of right about it. We didn’t get that lucky with timing for dates”

“See? I’m right. Besides, I gotta win my baby boy back. I gotta show my favorite Aussie man how much I love him” she murmured, closing her eyes as she let Michael stroke her cheek with his thumb. “I gotta win my boy’s heart back”

Since her eyes were closed, Maggie had no idea what to expect, but it was more than a happy surprise when she suddenly felt Michael’s lips over hers. It wasn’t a deep, passionate kiss, it was the contrary. He was so soft, so sweet, so gentle and so loving that Maggie wanted to stay there forever. It was just slow and so full of love, just sharing peck after peck like there was nobody else around. There was no hurry and pressure, so it made it all better.

“Sweetie, you don’t have to do any of that to win me because I’m all yours, you hear me? I’m all yours” Michael whispered against her lips, almost like a secret between them. Everyone there knew it, but she loved that little secrecy. “But we’re gonna go on a date. I promise that we’re going somewhere nice this week before we go to Austria”

“We can go next week. We have a free week. Or we can wait for France and you take me on a date in Paris. That’s romantic shit” she giggled like a little girl, pecking his lips like it was the biggest secret in the world and then hiding her face against Michael’s neck after that short kiss.

“I thought you were taking me on a date”

“I take you to one here, you take me on one next week, and then we decide one together in Paris. J'aime Paris mais je t'aime plus” she giggled, all proud of herself for being able to talk in French when she was so drunk.

“I love that deal. But I love you the most” Michael affirmed, kissing her forehead as Maggie snuggled even closer to him because there was no proximity enough for her at that moment. She needed to feel him as closely as possible, so she hugged him tightly as possible, even in her drunken state.

“I love you the most” she repeated, opening her eyes to look at his face and kiss his cheek. But what caught her attention was another scene. There was Jas and Daniel, right in the middle of their mess of drunk friends, dancing like there was nobody else in the apartment. They were just holding each other, moving at their own rhythm and smiling while they kept talking about who knew what. Maggie couldn’t be happier for her sister. Jas waited for so long for someone to share her life with and she waited even more for someone like Daniel and now she finally got that. Jas got her fairytale with the man of her dreams and the most beautiful baby in the world, just like Maggie always knew her sister deserved. “You think we’ll be like that one day?? The kids, the dogs, the white picket fence with the pie at the windows?” she asked, pointing with her head to Daniel and Jas.

“You want all that? The minivan to take the kids to football practice too?”

But even in a drunk state, Maggie could notice that under that little joke there was part of truth. She knew those brown eyes too much, so she knew that little sparkle mean something and it made her stomach twist and her heart skip a beat.

“God no, I hate minivans. I could never be that kind of mom. But you? You’re totally that kind of dad. Taking the kids to football practice and being the team coach” she joked too, moving her hands to his neck, letting her fingers run through the short hair on the back of his head.

“You can bet your pretty ass, sweetheart. I mean it's my job after all” he stated, looking down at her with the biggest smile on his face. “Do you wanna have kids someday?”

To say that question took her by surprise was an understatement. It took the air out of her lungs completely. Maybe the shock was bigger because she was drunk, but whatever the reason was, it hit her differently. They have always joked about it, they did it more than once but Michael never asked if she really wanted kids. It was always teasing about assumptions of how things would be if they had kids one day, but nothing more than that. She never dared to ask either, too scared to ruin it with the question, too afraid to hear the answer, and even more terrified of what could happen if they were on different pages.

“What kind of question is that? Of course I want, but just with you. Wouldn’t have a baby with anyone else than with my baby” Maggie admitted, looking up into his eyes again. That was her chance to do it. That was her chance to find the answer to her very simple and yet so complicated question, so she took a deep breath and let it go before she finally threw it. “What about you?”

It was another whisper that she wasn’t sure Michael could hear over the music. It was just another murmur carried by the breeze, not really knowing if it was gonna be answered. But then Michael smiled at her. He smiled like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Like it was easy to answer and even easier to make it happen. He smiled like that was the most logical thing in the world and like it was something that was gonna happen soon.

“I want everything with you” Michael wondered, kissing her forehead a couple of times, all while her heart jumped with happiness thanks to his answer. “How many do you want?”

“Two. I have two hands so that’s it. That’s all I can control considering I can barely take care of myself” she giggled, kissing his cheek and jaw.

“Hey, I’m here to help take care of yourself, beautiful” he affirmed like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And meanwhile, Maggie thought it was going to be a way better idea to get up and sit again on his lap, but this time facing Michael and placing her legs on both sides of his. “Also two it's good. I like it. And I could always convince you to have another one”

It was ridiculous, but as soon as Michael said that she was giggling like a little kid, hiding her face on his neck as he placed his hands protectively around her waist once again, holding her close and making sure she wouldn’t fall at any second.

“I don’t think so, stallion. Three it's like too much, especially if they’ve your energy. But hey, c’mere to me, you going to S and Dom’s wedding? S told me you’re invited”

Sara and Dom’s engagement were pretty much the subject of the weekend. That, the Ricciardos’ wedding and Daniel’s birthday, and everyone’s hate against McLaren were the four subjects. Sara and Dom were trying to keep the news of their engagement and tell everyone after Daniel’s birthday because they didn’t want to steal the spotlight on his weekend, but they were two sillies. Between Sara forgetting to take off her engagement ring and Dom not being able to keep his mouth closed, they blew it and ended up admitting and telling everyone about it. So now all the talks were about weddings and invitations and preparations for it, which was nothing but fun.

“Do you want me to be your plus one?”

“You’re the only plus one I want” Maggie confessed, even if it wasn’t a secret. But instead of answering, Michael smiled. It seemed like the answer to every single question they had was gonna be a smile. But Maggie was more than okay with that. They knew each other like the back of their hands, so there was no need to say it to know what was on his mind. The happiness of hearing her say those words was all around him, showing up not only in his smile but also in the way his eyes were shining. “Besides it's gonna be during winter so I’ll need someone keeping me warm”. Not that there was any need of convincing him, but she could try.

“Just tell me when and I’ll be there” Michael agreed, kissing her temple, her cheek, and then her lips. “Besides, I’d never miss the chance to get under your skirt after the wedding”

“Or during the wedding. We do love toilets. You putting a baby inside me during a wedding would be a hell of a story”

Just like Maggie knew Michael enough to know the jokes were hiding part of truth in them, she also knew Michael was trying to calm himself as they talked. She could feel the shifting in the chair, the way he was trying to keep his breathing calm and steady, and especially the way his arms squeezed her body against his a bit tighter. She knew perfectly fine all that drunk talk was doing things to Michael, and how she loved it, even if she was probably going to die of embarrassment the next morning. “I think we should plan that a bit more. Timing is not really on our side right now, baby”

“But think of how fun it would be to make it, Mikey. All the practice so you can finally be my baby daddy” she whispered against his ear, kissing the spot on his neck that Maggie knew would make him tremble. “We can even start practicing today”

But again, Michael did nothing. He and his composure made him stay still, taking deep breaths as his head leaned against hers. “One day, sweetheart. I promise you one day it will happen, but not tonight. We’ve to go home and we’re gonna give you a warm bath, a warm tea, and then straight to bed. And no complaining. You gotta let me take care of you”

Maggie knew perfectly fine it wasn’t a question. She knew perfectly there was no way that she would convince him to do anything because she was drunk and he was a sunshine in form of a handsome Aussie man. There was no way anything was gonna happen that night and, even when she was dying to get inside his jeans, she couldn’t be more grateful to have to sweetest, most caring, and a wonderful boyfriend in the world who was ready to carry her drunk all the way home, make her a tea and then give her a bath to fight her deplorable state. Plus, Maggie knew he was also gonna look after her hangover ass the next morning, so she needed to make a mental note to thank him in some way.

“Just cause I fancy you” she stated, kissing his cheek and then moving just enough to look at his face once again. “You’re gonna miss me when I leave to go to Dublin?” she wondered out of nothing.

“You’ll be away one week” Michael pointed out, resting their foreheads together, sharing the same air as their noses brushed slightly, moving his hands under her shirt and resting them again on her lower back.

Michael wasn’t joking when he said Maggie was going to be away one week. Instead of going to Hungary with them, she was going to fly to Dublin to help her mom and the girls with the last-minute organization and preparation for Jas and Daniel’s wedding. Better said, with the first or their two weddings. The first was going to be in Dublin and it was gonna be way more intimate, just close family and friends, and then the big one was gonna be at winter break during the Australian summer. That meant Maggie and Michael being away from each other for a whole week, which haven’t happened in months, so it was starting to make Maggie feel a bit anxious even if it was illogical.

But the most illogical thing was the fact that she didn’t get the joke the first time she heard it, all thanks to the alcohol inside her body. “And? That means you won’t miss me?”

And there was again, the soft smile on his face, the shiny eyes looking at her and his left hand going from her back to her face, stroking her cheek with the pad of his thumb, being so careful about it that it looked like Maggie was going to break at any second. “I’m gonna miss you every second of every single day till I see you again, Margaret”

“That’s what I wanted to hear” she murmured as she kissed the palm of his hand and leaned her head against it, closing her eyes for a second that felt like a century. “Babe, I want fairy cakes. Or better, your banana muffins. But with chocolate chips and nuts. Can we have some of those?”

“I’m making you some tomorrow morning. Otherwise, you’ll get all grumpy” Michael joked, which made Maggie tickle his sides to make him laugh, making her feel all happy and warm inside thanks to that sound.

“Hey, I’m not grumpy. Not with you”

“You’re grumpy when you’re hangover and when you’re sleepy. And sometimes when you’re tired. But I also know you get grumpy with everyone else except with me” he clarified.

Michael was right when he said Maggie was never grumpy with him. In fact, he was the only solution for her grumpiness. That or a nap or sometimes ice cream was what would get her out of that state. But Michael was the most efficient solution for it, fixing everything with some hugs, some kisses, or even just being there by her side. Sometimes something as simple as holding her hand or placing one of his hands on any part of her body would make her feel at ease. It worked because the grumpiness would turn into clinginess as she wouldn’t let him go from her side, focusing on nothing but the way he would move his fingers over her skin as he promised that everything was going to be okay.

“Cause you’re my baby. You’re my sunshine and my love and all my dreams come true and you’re the prettiest” she explained, cupping his face between her hands as she spoke. “Like you have the prettiest face in the world. Did I tell you before how much I like your face? I love your freckles and your pretty brown eyes. I really hope all our babies look like you cause then they’ll be the prettiest babies in the world”

“I love your face too, sweetheart. But I insist, I love you more” he insisted, giving her a soft, little kiss on her lips, making her smile again. “Let's get you some water and then I’m calling us an Uber so we go home, yeah? You need to get some rest”

“You’re taking me home?” Maggie wondered, as her shiny eyes looked up at him with nothing but expectation for his answer. For a second Maggie forgot she was staying with Michael again. She was so used to going from one to another and not staying with him and she was so drunk that her messed-up brain was nothing but confused. She needed to know if they were going home. She needed to know if they were going together back to his place. She needed to know if she wasn’t imagining things and if she was finally going back home with the man she loved.

“Yeah, princess, I’m taking us home” Michael answered, and with that Maggie let go of a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

That’s when Maggie finally got to catch a break.

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