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Love and Deepspace men x fem!reader slightly unhinged HCs
I started Love and Deepspace yesterday so please have my slightly unhinged HCs for the men so far. And minors don’t you dare interact
Part 2
Rafayel
He’s a biter. Leaves you covered in marks from your neck all the way down your thighs.
Plans a date where he’s laid out a huge canvas on the floor of his studio, puts your fave color paint on your hands and his favorite color on his hands, plus several globs of the two colors across the canvas, and then proceeds to have the wildest three rounds of sex on that canvas as it gets progressively more covered in paint. Sells the painting for 6 figures a few weeks later and uses it as an excuse that you need to make more of them.
Tells you his best masterpiece is painting your body with his cum—got really into it once and dipped the paint brush into your cunt to collect his cum and then painted it across your breasts
Has a secret sketch book that’s nothing but pictures of you. Lots of them are of you sleeping when he can study your features but there’s still quite a few he drew from memory.
Made you lay down naked with your legs spread and be still so he could draw the most detailed image of your pussy you could possibly imagine. It’s his personal fave that no one besides him will ever see.
Sees shibari as a beautiful art form and likes to practice with you—has a whole album in his phone just of pics of you tied up all pretty for him
Rarely gets soft in a serious way, he much prefers the teasing back and forth you two usually have.
Xavier
He’s definitely broken into your room Edward Cullen style and watched you sleep
His favorite dates are taking you into the forest at night to watch the stars and moon together. Bonus points if you come across a wanderer and get to fight together.
Clingy after you become his, always wants to be touching you and doesn’t let you out of his sight (and yes that means sometimes he’s following you but it’s just because you’re brave and reckless and he worries)
When he eats you out, he holds both your hands in his for you to hold on to and does it with no hands—makes you cum more times on his tongue than you could fathom (and yes, he’s eating you for his pleasure)
Downloaded a tracker into your watch so he can know where you are at all times
Gets horny when he watches you fight and has def pulled you aside during a mission for a quickie in which you end up having your cunt stuffed with cum for the remainder of the mission
Such a cuddler but like a cat where he only wants to cuddle if he wants to—falls asleep nearly instantly in your arms like the cute sleepyhead he is
Zayne
Finds it so cute the first time he comes to your apartment and sees all the little snow creatures he’d made you sitting in a windowsill together. Makes you so many more after that. Sends you a bouquet of flowers made from his ice too (#Elsa)
Has food delivered to you at lunch on days he knows you’re super busy so you don’t forget to eat since you often forget to take care of yourself (he doesn’t mind too much since he likes that you let him take care of you)
Prefers kisses over hugs, except when he’s sad because of a patient (then he likes the warm comfort of your hugs)
Moves his glasses to the top of his head and rubs the bridge of his nose when he gets really stressed
Brings you a mild painkiller after blowing your back out, a smug but tiny smile on his lips, and tells you, “I was a bit rough so humor me and take this medicine. I don’t want you in excess pain because of me.”
Loves when you want to lay on his chest when he’s reading through cases and medical journals at night. He’ll read them out loud until you fall asleep and then finish them quietly as you snore softly into his chest
Calls you before a difficult surgery because your voice instantly calms him down
Into bondage—specifically he likes to tie you up so you can’t escape when he starts to overstimulate you. He really can’t help it, you just make such pretty noises for him when he gets you to that point that he has to keep going
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Unlearn the dumb idea that inflicted pain justifies your reaction to it. It doesn't. Ladies elite women make it because we have a level of stoicism that borders on sociopathic apathy, exhibit A: we don't react to triggers we mimosa, sleep, see if it's worth it then logically make decisions. The idea that when someone does you dirty you have the right to react based on emotions so you're angry mad throwing names & hands sending texts talking sheet & other loser girl things is dumb dumb. You're not justified to react. 'They did me wrong' . So? Sit down, watch Netflix, wait for the emotions to pass then use the head God so generously gave you + that pretty face bonus.
When you react to people doing you wrong you give them the permission to bypass their actions & focus on your reaction so if your bf cheats on you & you start screaming sending 1b texts making titktoks he can bypass his cheating & focus on you're immature you're abusive why did you hit me you're mentally unstable you throw things around bla bla & will never face what he did. When we say be non reactive we aren't asking you to be a stone we are asking you to be smart. Do you want to get manipulated? Abused? Sit down get a manicure & go for brunch. Run to your room scream cry anhiliate your pillow but when they're watching its Elsa Lite, froooozen ice queen don't let them in don't let them see, ever.
One tactic m3n use in divorce court is to get the lady so triggered she loses her cool then it's look at her could you live with that? I'm taking my child this is an abusive woman & men don't leave relationships they just trigger you into irrational behavior and use that as an excuse & crying is worse what did we say about public vulnerability? Go cry to your bestie and God in your house out here tears are a sign to bully you. When you're not reactive you throw THEM out of balance and you hold the cards, once you go 'right to my opinion I'm the victim' we'll find you a grave bc that's called social suicideeee.
Two friends. Real life story here, ladies. Ah high-school back in the good old days.
We call them Allie and Sara. High school circles were tight so you're friends with someone you're also friends with their bfs, right? Alice & Sara both got cheated on (by m3n looking like area 9 failed experiment Shrek cosplayers but that's not thepoint). The bfs know that they were discovered. Allie, Allie is that girl. Drama girl. Find him in cafeteria & make a scene girl. How could you cheat on me you suck your pp is short anyway bla bla watch me devalue myself. Allie feels good in the moment, her bf leaves and tell his friends of course i cheated that girl is crazy. Would you date someone like her? So immature. Women are so ovarical I can't handle it. Evening the story is- she was abusive. She hit him & threw words in public imagine in private? He's been protecting her in silence, you know women can be abusive too.
Sara, Sara my love. Sara sits next to her Shrek Lite boy and says hey so that girl you kissed, Jane was it? She's pretty. You have taste. End of story. After lunch her Human experiment failure boy says let's talk she says sure abd listens with 'mhm' and nods. She meant nothing babe she seduced me I'm an adolescent what can I do bla bla. She nods says okay and goes to class. Days goes as usual. Evening we get dinner , Weekend we do research for our papers & talk college. Is she talking to him? Yes. Painfully polite, painfully. No emojis no nothing just shallow dry polite texts. Let's talk about this babe- is left on blue ticks. Monday morning her factory reject lookalike is losing his mind, she's being painfully polite, in a shallow way, so he resorts to triggering. It's because you're like this you are like a man and I'm straight I need a woman bla bla. She says OK then turns to the next person & did you hear about the trip to the beach? Of course I'm going. Boy realizes that's not working & resorts to Allie behavior- throw a tantrum in public make yourself the victim why won't you give me the pleasure of being the one to push you to your edge? Sara says babe pull yourself together you're embarrassing your family. Do you need your anxiety meds? My therapist is good she can treat hysteria are you okay? No this isn't like you, this is hysteria babe do you need psychological help? No this isn't normal , hey do you guys think it's normal to do this? I'm calling your mom babe we are getting you a mental check hold up-
Heres a little secret. In private? In our dorms? Sara was BAWLING her eyes out. Chocolates & Styrofoam cups. We are talking 3am on the bathroom floor. In public?
Guess who won.
Unlearn the idea that you're entitled to reacting to others actions to you, you're not. Learn to hold your tongue and tears and smile and Elsa don't let then in don't let them see then call mom and spend the rest of the week in her arms crying. The amount of women I've seen triggered out of their jobs, marriages, houses, parenting &c when they were 10000% the victim from lack of emotional intelligence is unforgivable.
Dont, be dumb. Don't let yourself think you have the freedom of expression, you don't. Not in the way you want to. Go write a poem but remember everything you say can and will, in fact, be used against you.
Non reaction is the highest level of power in existence. Mind over body. Logic over emotion.
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Lucas: oh-- god. oh my god-
Lucas: i bet she's okay. yeah-! okay! she's okay she's okay she's--
Lucas: PIERCE!
Pierce: hey, where have you been, dude? I've been trying to call you
Pierce: they put Strawberry in the shame cone. she hates it
Lucas: ah! she really IS okay!!
Pierce: she ate a freaking stick man, who even eats a stick at her age?
Lucas: why the shamey then?
Pierce: she was a little itchy. nothing serious.
Lucas: my baby is okay!!!
Lucas' stomach growls
Lucas: oh.
Pierce: yeah we should eat our freezing cold lunch already
Pierce: what was all that about?
Lucas: oh- Maira. She's the delivery girl
Lucas: she brought me some lemons… and I kinda forgot to pay her now that i think about it
Pierce: is she cool?
Lucas: yeah!
Lucas: you know… i was thinking, the last friend i made was you!
Lucas: and that was SO long ago i don't even remember how old we were
Pierce: uh, yeah. we were 12 i think?
Lucas: well we are 20 years old now
Lucas: this is so scary
Pierce: making friends as an adult? for sure. we're all miserable.
Pierce: that's why i was going to ask if you wanted to tag along. I'm heading to Britechester next week, i need to see my girl. Well, girls. If we count Max and Elsa
Lucas: i'm not… sure.
Pierce: ''too much work'' again?
Lucas: not really, i don't know. I just don't know if i- want… to…
Pierce: hey, it's okay. No need for explanations. Maybe next time.
Lucas: yeah…
Lucas: …
Lucas: you know, the last time i spoke to him, Max had some big one sided beef towards this girl in one of his classes.
Pierce: Rochelle.
Lucas: yeah! oh man, how'd you know??
Pierce: Billie doesn't let a single detail slip, ever. She's a menace.
#munch#ts4 story#well we are reaching the part were lucas' big big fear becomes more and more evident#lucas munch#pierce delgato#strawberry the dog
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we need a dad Jessie fic please 🫶🏼
I am a D.I.L.F
Dangerously In Love with Fleming
father to be j.f
plot: You and Jessie are preparing for your baby but Jessie is somehow picking up dad traits?
warnings: fluff, prime Chelsea team, little blurb
“It’s a girl”
The words were magic to your ears as you laid down on the chair, Jessie’s hand entertained with yours as she took a great look at the monitor.
You would love your baby if it was a boy or a girl but you secretly hoped it would be a girl, especially if you planned to have another kid, an older sister would be great for them.
The doctor excused herself from the room before Jessie lowered her body to hug you from behind “we’re having a baby girl” she hummed and you nodded “we’re having a baby girl”.
It was at your private home when you started decorating your daughter’s bedrooms that you noticed the signs of Jessie’s new persona.
“If anyone touches her before she’s eighteen” she grumbled, folding clothes “you touched me before I was eighteen” you smirked and the Canadian glared at you
“That’s different”
You laughed at her expression “what?” She asks “I’m just very impressed at your protectiveness over our unborn child”
The next time was when she came home from training late with target bags.
“Could you not have called to say you went shopping” you stated from the kitchen where you were cooking “sorry baby” Jessie quickly said before kissing your cheek, walking to the table before laying the bags down.
“But there was this sale on kids stuff and-“
“You went shopping for our child without me?”
Jessie’s eyes widened under her cap as she realised her small mistake “the sale was ending tonight, Pernille came as well of that helps”
You cocked your head over “that helps”.
“Okay so I got her some clothes and then I thought cause she’ll be my little princess I got her these”
You tried to ignore the horrendous Elsa dress, not bothering to tell her that Elsa was actually a queen and instead focused on her words “your little princess?”
Jessie ignored you “and then I got books aswelll, some for education and some for entertainment and then I also got little footy boots”
You stared at your wife “This baby will be waiting a couple of years before going on the field Jess” you told her sternly and she slowly nodded.
“I just got excited” she admitted and you smiled, walking towards her “I know, and I love it” you said, wrapping your arms around her “I love you”.
Then came the building of the crib, your belly had grown a lot more and Jessie refused to let you help in the build, claiming that she didn’t want any chance of harm.
“Jessie my father taught me how to use a drill” you told her from the door but she had her fists on her hips and crossed her head “no you’re not doing it” she said before grabbing the drill again.
“You’re so stubborn” you grumbled from you space “Give me twenty minutes, then I’ll start the pram”
You watched her for the next fourty minutes as she completed the crib, many YouTube videos and calls to her family helped her along the way.
But you smiled in awe at your proud girlfriend who stared at her creation, hands on her hips with her training gear still on, she was so excited to start making it as soon as she got home.
In all honesty early she reminded you of your own father and the pictures you had of him when waiting for your little siblings.
“Onto the pram” she said walking out of the room, only to see that you had already assembled it.
You had finally realised what part of the parenting trope Jessie had picked about a month before you were due when she kept checking her phone.
Jessie was not a social person, let alone a social media type person but she never told you what she was looking at.
Until she started using them on you.
them as in dad jokes…
“Hey babe, did you hear about that Actor who broke his leg, turns out he’s still in the cast”
You rolled your head back with a groan as you had heard the eighth joke that night “How many times have you told that one?” You ask, sitting down next to her.
“Erin and Adam loved it when I told it at training”
“Of course they did.”
Though throughout the traits that Jessie had picked up you still loved her more than anything in the world, you would even go out to say you learned to love her even more but you didn’t want to enlarge her ego any more.
Instead you cuddled up into her side “You’re going to be such a good mum” you told her and you felt her relax “yeah?” She asked and you nodded.
“I can’t wait.”
#woso#woso x reader#woso soccer#woso community#matildas#jessie fleming#chelsea women x reader#portland thorns
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gossip girl · pt. ix
based on the tv series gossip girl
max verstappen / charles leclerc x socialité!reader
fc: elsa hosk (y/n) · taylor hill (léa) · barbara palvin (jolie) · jasmine tookes (lily)
a/n: hi!! thank you once again for the feedback, i really appreciate it!!!! here's a new part for you! it took me such a long time to figure out what i wanted to write in this part. it's definitely the one i've rewritten the most times so far, i just wasn't satisfied of how it was turning out, but it's finally here. i hope you enojoy it!!!! 🤍
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the mediterranean weather was a blessing. the sun shone so brightly it felt like it was a spring day although it already was mid october. lily and jolie, who were sitting in front of you, were talking about baby nora while you stared out the window. you could not focus on your sister and your friend's conversation. max's name echoed on your mind for the hundredth time today as you imagined what could've happened the day before in charles' apartment.
"y/n". lily called. "you seem distracted".
"thinking about max again?". jolie teased you.
"no, well- yeah". you confessed and jolie squealed, but lily, who always had been good at reading you, seemed intrigued by your answer.
"what's wrong?".
"nothing. it's just- yesterday charles and i were about to kiss when you arrived". you explained and jolie soundly gasped. "and i feel terrible about it. things with max were- are going great. he's such a nice guy and he makes me feel comfortable and safe".
"but?".
"but charles- fuck- he's messing with my head". you replied. "and i know i should ignore these old feelings, but god i can't if he's acting the way he is".
"look". lily said. "i understand the way you feel about charles. you two dated for years, had a beautiful and healthy relationship and broke up because you both had very different plans for the years ahead. now you're back in monaco and it just makes perfect sense for you two to go and try to be back together. but y/n- i hate saying this, but he was dating léa two seconds ago".
"yeah, can't defend him from that, can i?". you chuckled.
"no. i just- you know i love charles to bits, but god he doesn't know how to be alone. don't get me wrong, i do think he cares about you a lot and he feels affection for you, but i don't think you can take him seriously right now. plus, from what you have told us, max seems like a lovely guy".
"he is". jolie added.
"i think you should give him a chance". lily added. "charles has already had his".
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three weeks, that's how long you would have to wait to see max again. firstly, he would be travelling to austin, then mexico and, lastly, brasil. three gps in three weeks was insane and, although you wished you had the time to travel around the world to watch your friends race, you would have to stay in monaco.
the sun was setting when you passed by max's apartment. for the past days, you could not stop thinking about him. somehow you felt guilty. what if charles ignored the doorbell? would you have kissed him? would you have pushed him away? your mind was a mess.
for the past few days, max had been texting you. you had been busier than ever and he knew that, so when you rejected a restaurant date a couple of days ago he knew it was nothing personal. but you felt bad. so today, after having a long day at work, you decided to call him to ask him if he was home and he gladly invited you to come over to his place.
"hey". he said as he opened the door. "come in".
after hearing the sound of the door closing, you felt max's arms hug tightly your body as he kissed softly your neck. subconsciously you smiled widely feeling the warmth of his body against yours.
"i'm sorry i came over unannounced".
"it's okay". he said. "i'm glad you did".
his apartment was cozy, white furniture stood out against the wooden floor. it was tidy, more than you had imagined. quickly you spotted two beautiful cats lying on the couch, who were starring at you with their guard up.
"have you had dinner yet?". he asked and you gently shook your head. "i was about to cook something-".
"i'll help you".
max helped you take off your coat and placed it on the couch before softly stroking the two heads of the cats as he asked them to behave. the felines meowed loudly in response and it almost seemed like they had understood what their owner had told them.
max was a decent cook, not as skilled as you were, but definitely better than your ex (at least he was helpful in the kitchen). he carefully cut the tomatoes, following your instructions precisely.
"i have been invited to las vegas gp". you said and his blue eyes looked into yours. "and, well, abu dhabi too".
"oh, that's nice". he said. "are you going?".
"well, my father has been trying to convince me for days, he thinks it will be great to impress the shareholders, but i wanted to ask you first if you were okay with it".
"y/n". he said as he carefully dried his hands with a dish towel. "you don't even need to ask me that".
"i know, but it's your work, so i wanted to make sure first. i don't want to overstep".
"i'd love to have you around". he replied as he grabbed your waist with both of his hands to pull you closer. "you'll make that vegas shitshow way more interesting".
"maybe you should ditch the gp so we can go party all night".
"i'll crash the car in turn one and wish checo the best". max said and you softly chuckled.
"and the team debrief?".
"i'll find a way to skip it". max replied. "i'll make up any excuse to leave earlier".
"good". you said as you rested your arms on his shoulders. "that sounds great".
"it's a plan, then".
max slowly leaned in and instinctively you closed your eyes waiting for his lips to touch yours. he was always careful with you, kissing you softly as he tried to ignore his primal urges, but the way you pulled him closer as you deepened the kiss was driving him insane. feeling how your body pressed against his was making him easily lose control.
"why don't you stay here tonight?".
"i will".
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Insatiable Madness (10)
|Sagau Yandere Fatui Harbingers x Reader|
You need to start planning an escape.
Reader is Gender Neutral!
It wasn't the most flattering picture of you they decided to use. At least you could find some humour in that fact.
"...Why are you just staring at 'the television'?" Sandrone raised an eyebrow, looking distraught.
"Oh, hey, you're on there!" Childe pointed out. "You famous?"
"Something like that..." You mumbled in return, trying to hide the smug smile on your face.
This is perfect. They couldn't read the roman alphabet! Not only can you use this against them to plan an escape, but you can also insult them later for it!
Illiterate bitches You snickered to yourself.
"Yesterday afternoon, a local fast food restaurant in '_____ ___ _______' was attacked by an unknown group. Police officers found in the area of the crime were frozen solid in strong ice, scientists all across the country have come to try and understand how such a phenomenon could happen."
The screen changed to the McDonald's you were taken from yesterday, to a hospital ward with remnants of ice all over the floor. The camera panned upwards to a man laying on one of the hospital beds. His face looked awful, like he'd been revived from the dead. His nose red and lips blue, he was shivering as nurses rushed to get heatpacks for him.
"When the first officer was thawed, he had no memories after he'd been turned to ice. From what our journalist's gathered from him, the group whom attacked the restaurant kidnapped a civilian inside the facility, killing all who remained inside and allowing children to run away from the scene."
The screen then cut to a zoomed in clip of him sitting up, visibly in a better condition than before.
"Could you tell us what happened?" A cameraman from behind the screen asked him, the police officer looking directly into the lens of the device.
"It was... traumatising." He answered in a low tone. "I had ran from the station after being called to an emergency downtown. Something about an answer to a 999 call expressing worries of there being a hostage. My co-workers ran out of the police car first, and shouted from outside the building."
"And?" The cameraman pushed him, noticing the officer's hesitation.
The officer sighed, his breath shaky, then continued.
"A woman calmy walked outside, at least I think it was a woman. I remember my friends shouting for 'a lady' to stop walking towards them and put her hands in the air. Last thing I remember is seeing something blue and shiny heading right for my co-workers and the police car I was in."
"Bah!" The cameraman laughed out loud. "You're saying she was the one who almost froze you to death? Don't be ridiculous, unless you dreamt Elsa." He mocked.
"But, that's what happened!" The police officer shouted at him, the footage of the hospital suddenly going black.
"The Police Station checked all officer's body cameras. However, from the external ice interference, all footage was damaged and therefore unable to be investigated."
Another picture of you, different from the first one displayed earlier, transitioned next to the lady reading from her script. Her face showed one of concern.
"The missing person is Mx Y/N L/N, a college student who was kidnapped at the location. They were the one whom called 999 and first alerted authorities to the situation in the building. Our heart goes out to them, in hopes of them being safe." She said sympathetically. Her face soon changed to an interested one, forgetting about all the death's in the first place.
"Just who could this group and 'lady' be? Where did they get the power to turn others into ice? Perhaps the lady is their leader! Let's hope an update on the situation comes soon. To find out more, go to our websi--"
You turned the television off with a disgusted expression on your face.
Fake. Arse. Bitch.
"Her??? 'The Leader'? Fuck that shit." Childe scoffed, arms crossed with a glare sent towards the woman.
"Enough, Childe." Signora scoffed back, rolling her eyes at the child clearly fuming.
"So, everyone knows you've gone missing?" The Regrator whistled, fiddling with a mora coin and sitting on the only armchair which hadn't been torn to pieces.
Ugh, you forgot they could still understand the English language.
"Yup." You sighed.
"Even though I already know the answer," Scaramouche huffed. "Do you have friends who could have seen that and immediately thought to check up on you at your house?"
Oh yeah, if only you had friends who actually cared about you! Then, maybe someone would come looking for you. Also, was Scaramouche implying you had no friends!?
For his information, you knew plenty of people and had a lot of 'friends'! ... Unfortunately, you don't think they care enough to drop by your house.
"Pshh!" You shoved his shoulder lightly, slightly hurt. The puppet scowled and rolled his eyes. "Of course I do. They just... aren't available right now." You lied with a shrug.
Scaramouche simply stared back at you. "Uh-huh, I believe you." He shook his head, walking away.
"Hey, don't walk away from me. You need to- HEY, THAT DOESN'T MEAN EVERYONE ELSE CAN TOO! CLEAN THIS GOD DAMN MESS YOU LOT MADE OR I SWEAR TO-"
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Everyone walked off to do their own thing around the house after that... cleaning session. You spied on what the harbingers were doing, a notepad in your hands with scribbled writing full of potential ideas to get away from the house.
You'd crossed out many plans:
Use phone, call someone?
Definitely not, you'd be heard and questioned by the harbingers then lose your phone to their control. There's no doubt in your mind Pierro would let Sandrone and Dottore get their hands on it.
Run out house, when everyone is sleeping?
Wouldn't work. They said it themselves, some of them don't sleep. Plus, most of them probably have supersonic hearing.
Suggest to go out together then secretly pass someone a note?
Too dangerous. The harbingers would quickly catch on to what you were planning, and would potentially kill the person whom you asked for help.
Ugh! This is terrible. Your dumb brain has thought of every possible way to escape, and they all end up in failure! They're too risky, the phone one is the most ideal but you'd never risk your phone being taken away too early! It could be detrimental later down the line.
"Decider. If I may have your attention," The old sounding voice of Pulcinella coughed from in front of you. "I would like to ask a question."
"A question? I mean, it's not like I can stop you from asking it." You hid your notepad from his view.
You didn't want to make the harbingers suspicious. Even if they couldn't read what you were writing.
"Insolent child." Pulcinella sighed to himself, shaking his head. "What exactly do you plan to do about the food?"
"Huh? Whaddya mean 'the food'?"
"While your meal from last night was delicious, I noticed from how it tasted it isn't the... healthiest option. Feeding 12 people, including yourself, is quite a task so I understand why you prepared something like it. But, aren't you worried about eventually running out?" He scratched his mustache, sitting on the sofa next to you.
"You're right." You sighed back to him with a nod. "I'll need to go shopping soon to get more food for everyone. But if I start doing that, I'll eventually run out of money."
"The Regrator can lend you some Mora---"
"Fuck that." You scoffed. "First of all, I know just how harsh the Fatui are with debt. Second of all, Mora isn't even the currency used here."
"You mean to say The Regrator is worth nothing in this world?" The old man's face grew amused.
"I mean, he wasn't worth anything to begin with..." You grumbled, trying to be as quiet as possible. "Anyway, I'll need to go to the cornershop and grab us some food."
"You won't be going anywhere." Pierro walked into the room, a small yawn erupting from his lips.
"Welcome back from my office." You glared slightly, Pierro glaring in return.
Well, technically it's not your office. Buuuut, your father did always joke how it would be yours when he dies... so yeah, it's yours now.
"I see no reason why it must belong to you when you are so concerned of your bedroom." He put a piece of paper in front of you.
"What does this say?" He dropped the paper on your lap, you giving him an eye roll before taking a closer look.
It seemed to be a... private file addressed to your dad. Something about house bills being paid at a certain date,. Wow, that's not interesting at all.
"Don't you know privacy is the only thing I have left now?" You scoffed, pushing the paper away from you.
"Now, Now...." Pulcinella scolded you, his walking stick digging into your foot. "Treat The Jester politely."
"Fine. I don't want to read it to you since they're my father's personal affairs, got it?" You winced, sighing in relief when feeling the pressure on your foot fade.
"Understandable." Pierros sighed to himself. "It looked important, with this script being written in thicker ink."
I could have sworn Teyvat has made something equivalent to a printing press... How else would 'The Legend of the Sword' gotten so popular? You thought, scratching your cheek with a confused face.
Well, Pierro was right either way. What he didn't know, was the bold text he deemed important was just the money paid, and the next date due.
Not like the house bills mattered anymore, you were assumed missing and it's probably not going to be visited for at least a year due to the janky government.
Besides, you were missing, not dead. According to the law, you have seven years until you need to worry about the police barging down the door. You probably won't live that long, so yay for legalities sake!
"Well, it would have been important for my mother and father before you ripped their carcass' in half. Now it's meaningless, ...for the next seven years or whatever." You gave a sassy reply, handing the paper back to him.
"Could you put it back where you found it? You'll probably not let me back in the office."
"Very well." He took the paper from you, leaving the room without another word.
"You, Mx Decider, need to work on your manners." Pulcinella gave you a side-eye.
"I have manners, but I won't give them to people who killed at least 30 people because they couldn't 'find the person they were looking for'. And then proceeded to kidnap them and--"
"I am getting tired of your blathering." He cut you off, a vein very clear on his head.
"One would say you act worse than Tonia back in Snezhnaya, but that would be a compliment. The situation is over and done now, I don't think you realise how much trouble you're actually in at this moment."
"Well, old man, everyone has a different coping method for traumatic situations. It just so happens that one of mine is joking and yapping on and on and on--"
"Understood. Just, shut up for the sake of my headache." He rubbed his head with his fingers, effectively shushing you.
Ahh, being annoying truly has its perks no matter who you annoy. From a scolding mother, to a bloodthirsty harbinger.
Anyway, you have an idea. You may look like an idiot trying, but you have evidence it could work.
All the Harbingers called you 'The Decider', meaning they recognised you before you even met them. This must mean they were aware of your existence before they left the game and entered your world.
Arlecchino in particular, she commented on Aether's existence being involved with your title. This means you're tied to him in some way. Perhaps.. If you were to log in to Genshin again you could ask him what in the fuck was going on.
You're not the smartest person, but this seems like the most obvious choice right now. You wish you could say the same for it being the easiest choice.
You hadn't logged into Genshin since you were forcefully taken out of the bathroom's in the restaurant. Were you really ready to go back to Genshin? The game which started all of this?
This is definitely not two (technically three) weeks late or anything... ahahah....
I, 100%, purposefully uploaded this on Valentine's Day.
Yup.
Anyway, I'm very unsatisfied with this. But I really wanted to post it. I'll try to make the next one as long as possible since I'd like to personally not make too many views...
One day, I'll most likely combine some shorter ones into one whole view if that makes sense :3 (I think I've mentioned this before...)
Please don't expect too many happy, nice and generally fluffy scenes.
This is Yandere, a genre which should never, under any circumstance be considered normal. It's abusive, unhealthy and leads to a lot of victims facing awful conditions which they never should or ever have to endure no matter who they are.
This is fiction that I'm writing, meaning it's all taken light-heartedly IN A FICTIONAL SENSE.
If anyone, by chance, is currently in conditions where a loved-one or yourself has suddenly become distant and/or being hurt when away from eyes please get help. Talk to them, or if it's you, talk to someone you know you can trust.
If you can't talk to anyone, find authorities who can help you. Call 999, as it is in the U.K, or your local emergency service. They will always help you, and will never deny your rights or freedom.
Thanks for reading this, I hope all who's reading knows this information already, but I thought I'd include it since who knows when it comes to where you are in the world and whether your education programs taught critical information like this.
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Queen Elsa Headcanons
Might write a full story on my Quotev [Both a Genderbend version and Normal]
Reader is Genderneutral
She was very mean to you at first
Say you were a guard or worked for the royal palace
You were mistaken as a guest during Elsa's coronation and were dragged off a lot from your work
Even Elsa mistook you for a guest
^She caught you alone and it was so awkward
^ You both looked at each other and you were holding some food on platters
^ "Hungry yeah?"
^ You were confused at first, until you realized she didn't know you were a worker and thought you were a guest eating all the food. "Oh no, I'm not-"
^ "I'm not going to judge you, I don't care."
^ You tried correcting her, but she just kept misunderstanding and then she started revealing stuff to you. You felt bad, because it seemed like she was in a vulnerable place
^ "This whole thing is dumb. None of these people cared when my parents died, yet here they are now. I guess it's easier to be there for the good times than the bad." She remarked, not looking at you
^ You were taken aback, though you didn't necessarily disagree.
^ She looked at you, before apologizing, saying that was rude of her. You shook your head, telling her it was okay, you didn't mind.
^ "I like you. You're nice." She laughed, blushing
^ "You have a nice laugh. I like it."
^ She blushes, before thanking you
When it was revealed she had ice powers you were just as surprised as everyone else, but in hind sight it made sense why she was so on edge
You were forced to go with Anna by Hans, because he saw you chatting up with Elsa [You were a risk to his misson]
You tried convincing Anna that maybe Elsa needed time alone
^But she wasn't listening to you
When you did make it to Elsa, she was very angry
She was yelling and telling you to leave and take her sister with you
^ "She can be the queen, I don't care"
^ "This isn't about her being queen. She loves you Elsa and she wants you safe-"
^ "You need to leave. I don't want to hurt you-"
^ "Then don't!" You yell, but Elsa was furious and she accidentally hit you
She didn't mean to, but it was bad
Thankfully, Anna had found a guy, Kristoff, and he brought you to the trolls
^ But they couldn't help you
Anna felt bad and confronted her sister about it or at least she tried. Elsa knew she had gotten you and she didn't need her sister making her feel worse
You just wanted to go back to Arendelle, especially if you were going to die
Elsa tried to talk to the trolls and they told her that Anna and Kristoff took you back to Arendelle
Though, before she could get back, she was captured and imprisoned
Anna tried helping you, but Hans turned on you both and locked you in a room
"He's going to kill your sister." You told her and while Anna tries to stop you, you go looking for her sister
Anna calls your name and ends up finding Kristoff to tell him what happened
You find Hans holding a sword, about to swing at Elsa, calling her a murder
But you freeze just in time and you defend her, breaking Hans sword
Luckily though, Elsa does end up bringing you back, though without even realizing she was in love
She hugs you tightly, profusely apologizing for everything, before realizing how to get Arendell out of winter
Hans was exiled, instead of imprisoned, because Elsa didn't want him anywhere in Arendelle
You become part of the royalty, because Elsa makes sure to include you in everything
After you saved her life, she saw you in a whole new light
Granted, she already kind of liked you, but now she was scared to lose you again
She gets so nervous around you and her sister notices and confronts her, but Elsa alimentally denies it
But Anna just needs one slip up and she eventually gets it
Elsa was watching you all lovingly and didn't realize her sister was behind her
"Staring at Y/n?"
Elsa was embarrassed that she had gotten caught and instead of fighting it, she decided to ask her sister for help
Cue Anna playing Match maker
You and Elsa have become very close, so it won't be hard to get you two together
And when you both do together, Anna is so happy because she's never seen her sister so happy and extroverted before
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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OFC (Reader)
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: Roleplay, power differential, cum play, p in v, oral (m&f receiving), dom/sub elements, edging, orgasm denial, masturbation, slight shoe kink
My small contribution to Kinktober.
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Measure of Man
You are seated at your dining table, waiting for Jake to arrive home and to find the sticky note you left on the front door,
"Lt. Seresin,
Report to my office immediately.
-Dr. Matthews"
This idea has been floating in your head for awhile, an opportunity to have a little different kind of fun with Jake. Frankly after the shitty day you had at work, the appeal of getting outside of your own head and piss poor mood sounded good and hopefully you'd get a good orgasm or two out of it.
Jake steps into the house holding the sticky note in his hand, a quizzical look on his face as he holds it up. You talk before he can.
"Take a seat, Lieutenant Seresin," you direct Jake to sit in the kitchen chair pulled out from the table. You've staged your dining room table to be a "desk" including an old name plate that reads, "Dr. Elsa Matthews, PhD."
Jake gives you a slightly raised eyebrow as he sits down.
Picking up a file folder you ask Jake,
"Do you know why you're here?"
"No, El,--" he responds tentatively before you cut him off.
"I thought you Navy guys were good with titles, please address me as Dr. or Ma'am. I've been called here to evaluate your ability to go on a very important mission."
"Okay, Ma'am," he responds, his Texan accent coming out, he nods to complete the act of deference.
"We have two options, one, I ask you questions and you give me answers you think I want to hear," you say walking around the kitchen table to sit on the edge, crossing your legs. Jake's gaze at your legs tucked into a tight pencil skirt and the high black heels you're wearing does not go unnoticed.
"Or two, we employ a more hands-on method," you finish.
Jake smirks that cocky grin of his and sits up a little straighter, his brain having caught on to your game.
"I'd be interested in hearing more about this hands-on approach, Ma'am."
"It's a little unorthodox, but trust me when I say you'll be satisfied with the results. So, what will it be, Lieutenant?"
You uncross your legs and recross them as he ponders your words, your movement distracting him slightly,
"Uhh, the second one," he answers as he clears his throat.
"Excellent, let's get started," you say hopping off the table, "Take your clothes off, we'll start with the physical examination first."
Jake looks at you not sure exactly where this is going,
"I thought this was a psych evaluation, Ma'am."
"Is a comprehensive exam to evaluate a few characteristics like your overall fitness for the mission, physical stamina, impulse control, your ability to follow orders, and most of all my satisfaction that you're up to the mission requirements. If you don't want to do this, Lieutenant Seresin, I can just move on to my next appointment,"
you glance down at the file folder on the desk,
"A Lieutenant Bradshaw? Maybe he'll be more cooperative and eager to please me?"
Jake scowls and stands up and starts to strip, starting with his uniform shirt.
"Oh, I think you'll find me very eager to please and definitely will satisfy all your requirements, Dr. Matthews,"
he says, stripping off his uniform shirt and undershirt draping them across the back of the chair. He kneels down to untie his boots, pulling them off along with his socks that he neatly tucks under the chair. Jake stands up in a parade rest waiting for your next command.
"Everything, Lieutenant. You'll find I'm very thorough in my exam," you say, as sternly as you can as you reach forward and cup Jake through his khakis. His hips buck forward reflexively and his cock starts to harden under your hand.
Jake hides a small grin as he slowly moves his hands to his belt buckle unlatching the gold metal. After undoing the button and zipper he pushes down his pants and underwear in one smooth motion before standing back up. His cock proud and erect in front of him.
You pick up a fabric tape measure and a clipboard from your "desk" and step over to Jake.
The tape measure slides easily over one of Jake's biceps; you pretend to write down a measurement on your clipboard. You let the tape measure trail around Jake's body as your hands smooth over his hard muscle and golden skin and you "accidentally" bump your body into his, like when you step away after measuring his waist you let your fabric covered ass graze his erection. All the while you're marking down "measurements" on the notepad and occasionally humming small words of praise. Jake is standing perfectly still and the only way he lets on how he is affected by your touch is the occasional sharp inhale when you graze his cock. Your last move is to wrap your hand around his cock and hold it out to be measured. You hold the tape measure end to the base of his cock, the cold of the metal tip causing him to startle. Your other hand lifts his member up and you pull the tape measure along length, earning a light grunt from Jake. You let the tape measure fall away and keep fisting his cock. Jake looks down at you trying to read your face.
You maintain a disinterested, professional look as you continue to jerk him off, enjoying the muted moans and grunts as he keeps up the facade. Just as he starts to thrust his hips in time to your motions you pull your hand away, pulling an anguished whine from Jake.
Satisfied with your teasing you step back and lean against the table.
"Impressive Lieutenant," you say,
"Peak physical condition."
Jake is lightly glaring at you while his dick drips precum, his green eyes locked onto yours as he awaits your next direction. The power and tension in the air along with Jake's naked body on display has wetness pooling between your legs. You sit back down on the desk and open your legs as much as you can in the tight pencil skirt. Jake's eyes automatically drop to your apex as the skirt starts to slide up. You can tell the moment he locks onto the lacey thong you're wearing; you have no doubt that there is a darker patch visible on the delicate fabric betraying your arousal. Jake smirks a little at that revelation.
"Next is the oral exam," you say, trying to maintain a professional tone. Jake nods and raises an eyebrow.
"Kneel lieutenant," you order and Jake slowly lowers himself to the floor, still a few feet away from the table.
"Your next task is to make me come with, what I've been told, is quite the mouth on you," Jake breaks into a smile and starts to shuffle forward on his knees to get closer to you,
"As timing is everything you've got five minutes to make me come, starting now."
You hit a timer on your phone laying on the table to emphasize your point.
You had expected Jake to dive in, frenzied to get you off, but he starts at a slower pace kissing up your legs and between your thighs. His confidence in his ability to make you cum translating to a leisurely pace. When he reaches your lace covered mound he breathes your scent in deeply. He drops a sweet kiss over the dark spot and slides his hands up to pull your thong off dropping it to the floor. Jake picks up your feet where they are dangling and places them on the table so you are butterflied completely open for him. The anticipation and just how close he is to your pussy makes you squirm with need. He is kissing all around you, except where you need him most. Finally, he runs his tongue down through your folds into your slit and back up around your clit. A loud sigh mixed with a moan escapes you as you try to hold yourself up so you watch Jake's every move. Jake lets out a muffled moan as he licks your clit. Two of his thick fingers circle around your slit, he gently slides one in quickly followed by the other. The stretch just the right side of intense and you feel yourself gush more arousal around his fingers. He moves his fingers in time with his assault on your clit. That burning need inside you starts to build deep in your belly. Jake curls his fingers in a come hither motion as he speeds up his efforts on your clit. The change in sensation ratchets you up another notch closer to your peak. Jake recognizes the flutter of your soft walls and your breathy moans and speeds up even more, determined to push you over the edge. All it takes is one furious suck on your clit and you are soaring a loud scream bursting forth from you.
You lay down against the table catching your breath as Jake continues to leave gentle kisses around your mound and your thighs.
Leaning up on your elbows, you take in the sight of Jake as he wipes his chin on his arm. Grabbing the clipboard you turn the timer off and inform him,
"You have successfully passed the oral portion of the evaluation, with some time to spare."
Jake smugly grins from between your legs awaiting your next request.
"Take a seat, Lieutenant," you order and Jake complies quickly.
"One characteristic we look for in a mission leader is the ability to control your base impulses, to put others first," you state, walking around his chair, your fingers trailing across his broad shoulders.
"I can assure you that I'm very in control and everyone comes before me," Jake says, earnestly.
You have to bite your cheek not to laugh at the double entendre Jake is laying down.
"This next exercise is designed to test that theory exactly."
Jake watches you with his intense green eyes as you stand in front of him and start to unbutton your very professional white blouse revealing the matching bra to your thong on the floor.
You turn your back to Jake and unzip your skirt letting it fall. Your bra follows soon after till you are completely naked save for your heels in front of Jake. He greedily eyes you up from head to toe, a subconscious lick of his lips betraying his lust along with his obvious erection.
Walking confidently to where Jake sits you straddle one of his legs and pull his chin up so your eyes meet.
"I'm going to ride your cock, but you are not allowed to come. If you feel close say, "parachute." I might ease up or just keep fucking you, see how far I can push you. Say "Red" if it's too much and we stop, understood, Lieutenant?"
Jake swallows hard and responds,
"Yes Ma'am."
You bend down and quickly take Jake's hard cock in your mouth as far as it can go, the action punches out a surprised moan from Jake. You pull off and keep a hold of his cock as you guide it inside of you, a long moan of satisfaction boiling up from Jake's throat. You enjoy the feeling of connection and see that Jake is doing everything in his power not to start thrusting up into you. He waits patiently for you to move. Feeling a bit generous you grab the short hair at the back of his neck and pull, forcing his lips up for you to greedily kiss. You start a slow roll of your hips up and down his cock. Jake's hands hang at his sides.
"Hands behind your head," you order and Jake complies.
You lick your fingers and reach down to rub your sensitive clit as you move up and down.
"Quite the impressive performance so far, Lieutenant Seresin. I look forward to the rest of your evaluation," you say, your pace of your hips steadily increasing along with your rhythm on your clit. You watch every twitch and look of pleasure on Jake's face as you ride him. Jake grips at his own hair and tenses his arm muscles as he tries to stave off his impending release. You put as much muscle as you can into your movements up and down which pushes you closer to the edge.
"Mmm, I know I'm close to another. How are you doing? You're not going to disappoint me and come, are you?" you tease.
"No, Ma'am. Want to be good for you," Jake grits out, eyes rolling back as you climax on his cock, squeezing hard as you peak. You're relentless as you keep riding him, bracing your feet on the chair by his thighs to give you even more leverage. The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, your moans of pleasure, and Jake's grunts through gritted teeth. You manage to squeeze out another orgasm before Jake grunts out,
"Parachute."
You still your hips, but stay perched on his cock. You dismount and turn around so you can guide him in from behind.
"Good control, Lieutenant. Let's resume," you say as you start to ride him again. You repeat this game several more times, driving Jake to the edge and then stopping short. Abruptly you stand up disconnecting from Jake.
Jake looks lost as you look down at him, his dick hard, red, and pulsing.
"Please, El, need you, need to come," he pleads, breaking his character.
"Lieutenant Seresin, I will not tolerate your insubordination and lack of respect. Stand up," you order, your voice a bit hard.
Jake nearly stumbles as he follows your order, he stands before you in a parade rest, chest slightly heaving. You lean up and kiss just below his ear as you lazily stroke down his chest, just ghosting over his cock.
"I was going to let you come, Lieutenant, but now I'm not so sure. Your impulse control and ability to follow orders leaves something to be desired. You're going to have to do a good job of convincing me why you should come." You sit back down on the desk.
"Yes Ma'am. I understand and I apologize for disrespecting you," Jake replies, the building desperation apparent in his voice.
"Come closer," you bark and Jake steps closer.
You trail the toe of your shoe up Jake's inner thigh and just barely lift his balls with the shiny patent leather; the ecstasy on his face betrays how much even this little touch is pushing him closer to the edge.
"Why should I let you come, Seresin?"
you ask, mockingly, as you run your shoe on the underside of his dick. Jake lets out a ragged sob of a moan, grateful for some touch. He slowly starts to thrust at your foot, obviously desperate for something.
"Please Ma'am, please let me come. I'll eat you out for the rest of the day, the rest of the week. I'll live under your desk and give you head during all your appointments," Jake pleads, eyes screwing shut as he continues to thrust at your shoe and the air.
"Negotiating, good tactic. Glad to see you can think on your feet. Touch yourself, Lieutenant."
You drop your foot away as Jake starts to fist his cock. He opens his eyes, the desperation to come heavy in his eyes.
"May I come, Ma'am?" he rasps out.
You pretend to ponder it for a moment watching the panic start to build on Jake's face which quickly turns to pure need as you slide off the table and to your knees in front of him. You take his cock in your hand and continue to stroke him.
"I think you've passed my evaluation today. I'm satisfied with the results, are you Lieutenant Seresin?" you coo.
You finish your sentence by taking in his length into your mouth, relishing in the sounds you are pulling out of Jake at this needy moment. You start to bob your head along his cock, determined to push him over the edge.
"Yes, fuck…ahh, yes, I'm satisfied with the result, Dr….ahhh, shit, Dr. Matthews. Please, may I come?" he asks, voice strained.
You pop him out your mouth and continue to jerk him off,
"Yes, you can come."
Jake lets out a loud low moan as he climaxes, spurts of hot cum landing on your face and tongue. His jaw agape and muscles tensed as he watches his release puddle on your face.
"Holy fuck, fuck, El," he stutters a long with the last thrusts of his hips to eek out the last drops of pleasure.
Jake reaches out to gently cup your face as he catches his breath, his thumb catching some of his come and pushing it onto your tongue. You suck lightly on his thumb earning a small moan from him. He turns around and hands you his discarded T-shirt to clean up.
Mostly cleaned up, you wrap your arms around Jake's neck and pull him down for a sweet kiss. Jake wraps his arms around you, returning the gesture.
"Was that okay?" you ask, suddenly feeling a little off. Roleplay was something you had discussed before but today was probably a bit of a surprise for him.
"That was very okay, and you did a good job of checking in. Trust me to know my limits, El. Also it was hot as fuck and I may have cummed my brains out. Shower?" he says, soothingly to you.
Your doubt quelled, you lead Jake to the shower and sit him on the bench, washing his hair first. He leans into your touch, letting you take care of him.
"Anything in particular bring that on, El?" Jake asks, after a few minutes, as you scrub his back.
"Very shitty day at work, some asshat vendor kept talking over me and mansplaining something I had to remind him that I have a god damn patent on and my boss didn't seem to care. Just felt so frustrated and…small," you say.
Jake turns around,
"So you wanted to be the powerful goddess that you are by ordering around your very manly, virile, burly, extremely handsome, peak of maleness, strong aviator boyfriend?" he asks, getting to the heart of the matter.
You smile at his self praise and duck your head into his chest,
"Well, yes, when you put it that way I feel a little embarrassed."
Jake cups your chin and pulls your face out to meet his gaze, he sweetly kisses you on the forehead,
"Don't be, El. It was hot as fuck and I'm glad I'm here for you in a way that was very mutually pleasurable. It really turns me on when you take what you want, what you need."
"Thank you, Jake."
"Anytime, El. Anytime. Plus it gave me a couple of ideas for the future."
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keith called lilah a mistake??
it was during lilah and brady's tea party
"uncle brady, the belle cape is too small for you," lilah sighed, unclipping it from around his neck. "your head is too big."
brady made an offended sound, "you know... i don't have to wear the hood. and my head's not big, that's made for a three year old."
"i'm four."
brady opened his mouth, but closed it as delilah began humming the bluey theme song. he laughed to himself, shaking his head. that girl and her bluey.
delilah continued rummaging through her chest of costumes, finally finding the cape she was looking for.
"here, uncle brady, try this one!" she waved the elsa cape in the air.
"okay, fine."
brady clipped the cape to his t-shirt, standing up and showing off the new cape to her.
"nice, huh?" he asked her.
"you're a stud!" she gave him two thumbs up. "now let me put my ladybug costume on and we can have a tea party."
she grabbed her costume and ran out of the playroom, towards the living room where her dad and grandparents were.
"ladybug costume?" brady repeated. "that doesn't fit the theme."
delilah giggled at his comment, choosing not to respond and let him wait in confusion instead. she found her dad in conversation with her grandpa on the couch, probably something about hockey.
holding her costume in her hands, she waited patiently by the door of the living room for her dad to finish his conversation. but of course, it was as if he had a sixth sense to anything she wanted.
he turned around, catching her standing with her costume in her hands.
"come here, my del," he called her over. "let me help you with that."
"thank you daddy," she smiled happily, putting her arms up so he could slip the top over her head.
matthew slipped the wings on her next, and then tied up the hood that had her antennas.
"all good?" he asked her.
"all good," she agreed. "oh, and, and, uncle brady's wearing the elsa cape you like, the belle one didn't fit his head. so you might want to wash it after today."
"the blue and white elsa one?" matthew groaned. "ugh, okay, yeah i'll have to wash that. uncle brady's probably going to stink it all up, isn't he?"
delilah giggled, "i'm not answering that!"
keith watched the two of them, surprised that matthew was this gentle... this loving towards her. a year ago, he wanted nothing to do with her.
"wow, i didn't realize how much can change in a year," he muttered, more to himself, but just loud enough for matthew to hear.
he tilted his head to look at his dad, a clear message in eyes - 'not right now.'
"yeah, i grew a lot," delilah agreed. "daddy says i'm gonna be taller than him if i keep eating my veggies. i don't want to be taller than him, so i don't eat them."
"yeah, i see how that backfired," matthew muttered.
"it's good to be taller than your dad," keith told delilah, flicking the antennas on her cap playfully. "that way, you get to boss him around."
"really?"
"why don't you go back to your tea party with uncle brady?" matthew suggested. "otherwise he might start chomping on your table."
"oh no," delilah muttered, realizing what a big mistake she'd made, leaving brady alone in there. she ran back to the playroom, silently hoping brady didn't eat any of her toys.
once she was gone, matthew turned back to his dad.
"seriously?" he asked him.
"what?" keith asked.
"were you seriously going to bring up her mom right now?" matthew asked. "the whole 'so much changes in a year' comment? there's a reason we don't talk about her time there, she doesn't like it."
"woah, hey, i wasn't about to bring up her mom," keith defended himself. "i wouldn't hurt lilah like that, i know she doesn't like it. i was talking about you."
"me?"
"how much you started caring for her," he clarified. "a year ago you saw her as a mis-"
"boys, lunch!" chantelle called from matthew's kitchen.
"she's my daughter," matthew said firmly. "a year ago, i was an idiot who didn't like thinking about his kid. but she was the greatest thing to come to this world, she always has been."
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Can you please do our dear Jimmy Darling being insecure and so the reader gets freaky maybe sucks his fingers and tells him how much she loves him his hands and what they can do that leads into some smut? i rlly love ur style and would love to see how you play this out. ofc again its okay if not and its fine if you wanna change some things idm
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MAGIC HANDS - jimmy darling x fem!reader (smut)
CW: sex scene, explicit sexual speaking, fingering, dick riding, dirty talk, p in v penetration, cumming
STORY/PROLOGUE: you worked and lived at the freak show, in the circus. you weren’t a freak actually, you were a very great singer and used to sing with elsa at shows. when you walked into the circus for the very first time, it was love at first sight for you and jimmy. you started dating but jimmy was still very insecure about his hands.
SUMMARY: jimmy confessed you about his weaknesses and told you how much he hated having those hands. but you loved him so much and made him understand that in one of your usual ways.
“hey” you greeted your boyfriend as soon as you walked into your trailer (you and jimmy shared it).
the show was just awesome, they sold out all the tickets and you were very happy of that but your smile disappeared as soon as you noticed that jimmy was not on earth.
“hello? jimmy?? earth to jimmy!”
“oh sorry babe, when did ya come in?” he said.
“just a few seconds ago, are you doing good?” you asked while getting changed into more comfy clothes.
“yeah” he replied but you were sure that he wasn’t actually there - he was too lost in thought.
“mmh, are you tired? go to bed, come with me. it’s almost midnight” you suggested but jimmy kept being quiet which made you a bit worried.
“jimmy, what’s going on?” you sat next to him caressing his shoulder.
“it’s… nothing, love” he weakly smiled. jimmy has always been a lively guy, full of joy and good energy. he went through a lot but he never appeared vulnerable in front of you, jimmy never gave up in front of you.
“I know you well, tell me what’s going on please” you said getting your face closer to his.
“it’s just… ugh! everybody’s afraid of me! all the people make fun of me and my fucking hands! they call me the lobster boy… I’m sick of this” jimmy shouted angry, you got scared for a second but you knew that he wasn’t angry at you, he was angry at himself.
“I’m not enough… I hate my hands! I hate me!” he screamed again.
you took jimmy’s cheeks making him turning towards you, then you spoke - “you know, some people don’t appreciate the real art of the world. you are not a scary or disgusting freak! you are the best freak! the strongest, the bravest, the coolest!” you noticed jimmy raising his head and forcing himself to smile at you.
“…and the sexiest” you whispered into his ear and jimmy immediately got goosebumps. this time he smirked for real and lowered is head in embarrassment.
you softly kissed his lips, then you did it rougher, hungrier. jimmy twisted his arms around your waist and pushed you backwards making you lay on the couch. he put himself above you and continued to kiss you.
“people don’t know what your hands can do” you said sexily and grabbed his lobster hands.
"baby, what are ya doing?" he smiled.
“touch me” you said and sucked his fingers. jimmy was completely turning on. he pulled up your dress and inserted a pair of fingers inside you. you gasped and started to move your pelvis in sync with his thrusts.
“god I love you” you moaned. “and your magic hands” you continued.
jimmy pushed hard into you, until he suddenly took his fingers off and put the whole hand inside.
“oh my god!” you cried out. it was hurting a little bit but the pleasure was much more than the pain.
"jimmy! don't stop... please..." you whimpered. he kept pumping his big hand inside your vagina.
the whole trailer was full of your moans, jimmy was smirking proud of what he was making you feel.
"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" you orgasmed and cummed onto jimmy's hands. "look how special you are" you said still catching your breath and pointing at his fingers. jimmy looked at them and put them into his mouth, sucking off all of your juices.
"I want you inside me, jimmy" you said while sitting on his lap. "baby, I just put my whole hand inside of ya" he smiled and you smiled back. "I mean, I want your dick inside me" you explained while cupping his cheeks with your soft hands.
jimmy smirked and quickly unzipped his pants, then he took his boxer off freeing his erection and you saw how fingering you made him get horny. you sat on him again and quickly inserted his hard cock into your entrace.
"babydoll you feel so good" jimmy mumbled as you started to jump violently on his dick. "fuck baby, fuck..." jimmy grabbed your hips and guided you in riding it.
"I love you much jimmy" you moaned. "you're making mommy feeling so good..." you whispered into his ear as sexiest as possible. this action made him just cum within a few seconds, filling the whole caravan with both of your moans.
"oh god baby, you're the best girlfriend in the world..." he confessed staring at the ceiling, exhausted.
you kissed him and his hands sweetly.
“I love ya” he said and kissed you again.
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Winter [Snow] Falls | 8 Days of SKZcember
Prompt: sharing a warm kiss during the first snow of the season
❣ Summary: An impromptu cafe date with an unexpected snowy surprise. ❣
❣ Word Count: 789
❣ Warnings: Fluff, romance, slight humor, a singular kiss, Hyunjin is a romantic lover and I mean that with my whole chest ❣
❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣
❣ Additional Tags: Hyunjin is referred to as Hyune, and Baby, Reader is referred to as My Love, Darling, and Muse
❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣ SKZcember 2023
“Hyune, are you on your way here?”
“Yes, my love - sorry, I didn’t think recording would take that long.”
You huffed out a short laugh, shaking your head as you held your phone closer to your ear, “Don’t apologize! I was just making sure you were still free to meet up - I knew you weren’t gonna be here when I got here.”
The here in question was a cute cafe you managed to find on your daily commutes, promising yourself to visit in your free time once you got the chance; and what visit would be complete without a certain dancer accompanying you?
Warm cups of hot chocolate and adorably decorated sweets were just on the horizon, you just needed your darling prince to show up to share in the experience.
“You don’t have to wait for me, darling! Go inside, it’s freezing out here.”
“Ah, who says I’m waiting for you outside?”
“I can hear the wind through the phone, silly.” You could practically hear the smile in his voice, slightly out of breath and muffled.
A chill ran down your spine as another gust of wind blew, attempting to break its way through your puffer jacket and scarf combo, “Ah, well you know what Elsa says; the cold never bothered me anyways, and all that.”
Your name vibrated past his lips in a scolding manner, though you ignored him with an indignant hum, tucking yourself further into your scarf.
“I’m fine, baby, I swear; I’ve got a hat and everything, besides, it’s just the wind chill, it’s not like its-”
“-snowing.”
“Yeah, exactly! So just hurry up-”
“-no, no, muse - it’s snowing!”
“What?”
Bringing your gaze up from the pattern of your scarf, you saw a collection of flurries drifting down from the gray clouds above, a rush of excitement running through you as the snow fell.
The first snow of the season.
“Oh, wow…” You reached out your hand, letting a few snowflakes fall into your palm and watching as they melted from your body heat, “It’s beautiful - they didn’t say anything about it snowing today!”
You expected a response from your boyfriend on the other end of the line, but all you received was the ruffling sound of his coat and panted breaths.
“Hyunjin?”
“I’m almost there - crossing the street- Ah, sorry! Excuse me-”
“Yeah, okay,” stepping away from the front of the cafe, you stood in the swarm of snowflakes to keep an eye out for him, “why’s it sound like you’re-”
“-running? Cause I am - oh, I think I see you.”
The call ended before you could get another word out, leaving you to look out ahead of you in hopes of finally spotting him until you heard his voice call out your name; leading you to turn on your heel to see him jogging toward you wrapped in a bright red scarf and matching hat.
Your lips pulled into a smile as he grew closer, stuffing your phone into your pocket for safe keeping, “Hey, you! What were you running for? I told you, you don’t have to feel bad about running late.”
“I know, I know,” he huffed, taking a deep breath to calm himself, “I wasn’t running because of that, I was running because of this.”
Before you had the chance to react, his right hand slid around your waist while his left cupped your cold cheek, tilting your head up as he bent down to catch your lips in a slow, soft kiss.
You stood frozen in shock for a heartbeat before your brain kickstarted itself back to life and allowed for you to return his kiss with a delighted hum, your own hands gripping the front of his jacket to pull him impossibly closer.
Though it felt like hours, the embrace merely lasted a few minutes as he pulled away with a breathless laugh, a shy smile playing on his pink lips.
“First snow of the year while on a date with the love of my life,” he sighed happily, eyes sparkling with adoration, “I couldn’t miss the chance to do that.”
Your heart skipped a beat, your body heating up to the point where you no longer felt the cold bite of the wind or the seconds-long touch of snow on your face; all you could feel was the overwhelming wave of love for the man in front of you growing exponentially.
“You romantic soul,” you murmured dreamily, the moment feeling all too much like a scene from a movie. “Let’s get on with our date, hm?”
Nodding, he shifted from the hold he had you in to offer his arm instead, despite the door to the cafe being mere steps away.
“As you wish, my love.”
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STOLITZØ - TWENTY EIGHT
Stolas sat in a private waiting room, his head in his hands.
He’d called the others and now he heard everyone down the hallway; long before any of them arrived in the room.
“You! The f*ck is Blitzø’s room?!” Loona shouted at some poor nurse.
“Loona, quiet. We’re in a hospital.” Moxxie snapped.
“Don’t you f*cking tell me…”
“Hun. What did I tell you?” Millie laid a hand on Loona’s arm. “Honey and vinegar?”
“Ugh… Yeah…” Loona looked at Millie, took a deep breath and grit her teeth. “You. We’re looking for Blitzø’s room. You know where that is?”
Stolas considered getting up to retrieve them, but he couldn’t make his body move. He was bone tired. He needed more time. They’d find him eventually.
“Excuse me?”
Asmodeus?
“F*ck… Not you two…” Moxxie muttered, angrily.
“Ah ha... Yeeeeeah…” Asmodeus laughed awkwardly. “Sorry about that… Whole thing…”
“In fairness though. You DID bring a love song to a lust lounge…” Fizzarolli said quietly. He popped around from behind Asmodeus.
Moxxie growled. Millie glared.
“But that’s neither here nor there.” Fizzarolli mumbled sheepishly and hid back behind Asmodeus.
“What is it you want?” Millie snapped.
“You’re looking for Blitzø?” Asmodeus said.
“Where is he?” Loona jumped in, frantically.
“A nurse said we should go to the waiting room down the hall and a doctor would be by with an update soon.” Asmodeus responded.
“Well? What the f*ck are we waiting for?” Loona barked.
Stolas sighed. He could hear the group approaching.
Time to put on a brave face. What was it Elsa said? ‘Conceal. Don’t feel’?
“This the room?” Loona shoved her face in the doorway, startling Stolas. He stood.
Loona noticed Stolas and smiled apologetically before disappearing out the door again.
“Yo! F*ckheads! In here! I got Stolas!”
“Have. Some. RESPECT” Moxxie snarled quietly out the door as he walked in the room. “We. Are in. A HOSPITAL.”
“Mox.” Millie followed close behind. “Let it go hunny. We’re all stressed.”
Moxxie grumbled as he stomped across the room and threw himself into a chair near to Stolas. A quick nodded acknowledgment at Stolas, then Moxxie crossed his arms, sunk in his chair and proceeded to pout.
Millie smiled awkwardly at Stolas and crossed to sit beside Moxxie.
Octavia and Loona came in shortly afterwards.
“Dad!” Octavia rushed over and threw her arms around Stolas. “Are you ok?”
Conceal.
“Yes, Via, dear.” He hugged her close. “I’m alright.”
Don’t feel.
“How… How is he?” Loona asked Stolas nervously. She clung to her hair nervously and wrapped her tail around herself.
Asmodeus and Fizzarolli quietly slid in the room behind Loona. Asmodeus nodded to Stolas.
Stolas felt the weight of all their eyes.
I wonder if I could just disappear through a portal into space… Would that be rude?
Stolas sighed.
“He was taken into surgery not too long ago.”
The room broke out in a cacophony of voices. Stolas was bombarded by questions all around.
“I wish I knew more.” Stolas fought back tears. He swallowed hard. “I’ve been waiting on an update myself. I’m sorry my knowledge is so limited.“
“We understand,” Millie took his hand and squeezed it, smiling at him kindly. “We’re all here now. We’ll find out together.”
Stolas smiled meekly.
Asmodeus cleared his throat.
“I’ll make myself useful and get some food for everyone. It’s been a long day.” Asmodeus leaned down and kissed Fizzarolli on the cheek before leaving the room.
Fizzarolli blushed.
You could almost see the smoke coming out of Moxxie’s ears.
“You hypocritical little…” Moxxie pointed accusingly at Fizzarolli and stomped across the room.
Stolas’s heart clenched, remembering the night at Ozzie’s.
Fizzarolli cringed, coiling his tail around himself, trying to make himself small.
“Hun,” Millie stepped in front of Moxxie with her hands up to stop him. “Not now.”
Moxxie growled, glaring over Millie’s shoulder at Fizzarolli.
“Not. Now…” Millie held Moxxie’s shoulders. “Please…”
Moxxie looked at Millie. Saw the tears in her eyes, and he deflated like a balloon. One final glare at Fizzarolli and Moxxie took Millie back to their seats and held her in his lap. He rocked her softly in his arms.
Fizzarolli slumped where he stood. He looked exhausted and ashamed. Stolas watched as Fizzarolli awkwardly looked around the room for a place to sit. He settled on hopping up onto the room’s little kitchenette’s counter and staring at the floor morosely.
I can’t do anything… First Blitzø… Now his family…
Loona stood in the middle of the room looking beaten and lost. Stolas whispered to Octavia and told her to take the paralyzed pup to sit down. Via nodded, carefully took Loona’s hand and led her to a seat by Millie. Loona climbed onto it and curled into as tight a ball as she could. Octavia sat beside her and leaned against her, trying to be reassuring.
Stolas was truly the lost one. He felt disassociated from himself and everyone around him. Disembodied. He’d watched in horror as they’d wheeled Blitzø off into surgery. Barely registered the words they’d thrown at him describing what they were off to do. ‘Brain bleed’. That’s all he’d absorbed. And his brain gears were grinding and burning through the pages of every text in his memory for any helpful answers he could find. Of course he didn’t find any. Medicine had never been his true passion. So now he was just spinning his wheels and spiraling, truly losing his mind.
Stolas barely registered when a doctor arrived with an update on Blitzø. Heard only white noise as they laid out his condition and likelihood of recovery, and didn’t even notice when they had left.
Stolas shocked everyone when he stood in the midst of everyone’s frantic discussion after the doctor’s departure. They all looked at him expectantly. He said nothing, simply looked up, opened a portal, and disappeared.
*****
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The Tie Which Linked My Soul To Thee
Summary: A well deserved hunt with Charles, met with an unexpected surprise back at camp...
Ao3
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Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8 Ch.9 Ch.10
Tags: Arthur Morgan/Original Female Character, Widowed, Original Character, Mutual Pining, Slow Build, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, High Honor Arthur Morgan, Friends to Lovers, Child Loss, Trauma, Canon-Typical Violence, Arthur Morgan Does Not Have Tuberculosis, Arthur Morgan Deserves Happiness, Chubby Arthur Morgan, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
CH 5 - My Heart Beats On As Warmly Now
“What began as a journey had become a retreat into the unknown. We were backing into the abyss; so worried our sins would follow us we didn’t bother watching where we walked. And behind us was a cliff.” ~ Elsa Dutton 1883
Arthur’s anger dissolved with the storm, replaced by a heavy sense of regret as he trudged back to camp that evening. All he wanted was to drown his shame in a few bottles of liquor, away from prying eyes, away from the disappointment he felt in himself. He hadn’t intended for Kate to see that side of him, not yet at least. And certainly not against a sickly innocent man. He let his anger and frustrations get the better of him. Like he switched on auto-pilot and let the outlaw in him take control. He worried now that Kate might actually leave, and he blamed himself for that.
Swiftly, he made his way to the crate of beer bottles behind the chuck wagon, grabbing a few before retreating to his tent. He craved solitude, a respite from the demands of camp life, from the weight of his own mistakes.
Seated on his cot, a beer wedged between his legs, Arthur opened his journal, the one constant in his life since Dutch and Hosea taught him to read and write. It was his confidant, his sanctuary in a world of chaos. John always gave him shit for it growing up, calling him a pansy and constantly trying to snoop in his personal entries.
Despite being in a gang for most of his life, he still felt incredibly lonely. There weren't many people he would truly open up to. So his journal became that person. It was the one thing that did not judge him, ever. But even as he poured his thoughts onto the page, he longed for a human connection, someone to truly understand him.
Hosea and Dutch had been like parents to him, raising him from a young age in the ways of the outlaw. They had their flaws, but they had also shown him kindness and guidance when he needed it most. He always saw Hosea as his father, he would consider Dutch his father too, although he was more like an older brother at times. Hosea was probably the only person who truly knew Arthur, and saw the things he wished not to speak about. Neither parent was perfect by any means, and Arthur could recognize that. But even as an adult, there is still a child inside that longs for the comfort of a father.
It was that fatherly instinct that drove Hosea to Arthurs tent that night.
“Evening Arthur,” he greeted, holding open the tent flap, “may I come in?”
He put down his journal and nodded. Gesturing for Hosea to join him on his cot.
“I noticed Kate didn’t ride back with you, is she okay out in this storm?” He inquired.
Arthur smiled with a slight shake of his head, that's Hosea for you. Always worried about others, here he was checking on his son but was more concerned about the lady he left behind.
“I’m sure she’s fine, saw her heading into Valentine,” he answered, taking a sip of his beer. He handed one of the full bottles to Hosea as the older gentleman sat down.
“I take it things didn't go well then,” he said with a hint of sympathy.
Arthur sighed, “when do they ever.”
As they sat together in the dim light, the rain drumming softly on the canvas roof, Arthur felt a sense of comfort in Hosea’s presence. He didn’t need to explain himself, didn’t need to justify his actions. Hosea simply listened, offering silent support.
“I don’t know why I do it,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “The man was sick and weak, I should've just given him a warning.” Arthur concluded with a shake of his head.
Hosea sighed knowingly. “I think you can blame your fathers for that son,” taking a sip to clear his throat, “Dutch and I did what we thought was best at the time and well, you were quite impressionable when you were young. We used that to our advantage to turn you into a grade A outlaw.” He said gently with honesty.
Arthur chuckled at the memories of his youth, before John came along he was the golden child. He used to love it when Dutch would teach him how to pick locks, or when Hosea taught him a whole book of curse words. Had he not been the son of outlaws, his life would’ve looked very differently.
“We’ll always be thieves,” he mused with a hint of nostalgia, “only difference now is that the world don't want us no more.”
Hosea nodded, silently agreeing, “We're doomed just like every other creature on this rock Arthur,” he remarked with a wry smile. “I just wish I had acquired that wisdom at less of a price.”
After a moment of contemplative silence, Arthur spoke, his voice heavy with regret. "I just wish I’d done things differently," he admitted, his gaze fixed on the floor. His remorse mixed with his actions at the Downes ranch, and for every mistake he’s made in the past that led him here.
Hosea laid a comforting hand on Arthur's shoulder, a silent gesture of understanding. "We can't change the past, son," he said gently. "All we can do is learn from it and strive to do better in the future."
Arthur nodded, the weight of Hosea's words settling over him like a blanket of reassurance. "I don't want to be the kind of man who hurts others for no good reason," he confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I want to be better, for Kate, for everyone."
Hosea squeezed Arthur's shoulder affectionately before rising to his feet. “She’ll come around, son.” He offered a parting reminder, “underneath it all, you have a good heart.”
Before he disappeared into the night, Hosea turned back with a final piece of news. “By the way, your brother wants to speak with you about using that oil cart you found to rob the train tomorrow night.”
Arthur scoffed, shaking his head. “He ain’t my brother,” he muttered disdainfully.
Hosea chuckled. “Well, you two sure argue like brothers. G’night, Arthur.”
He tipped his head to the old man as he left, “night Pa.”
Arthur laid back on his cot, tucking his journal into his satchel when something small and round fell out and made a soft pitter on the ground. When he looked down he saw the peach pit, the one Kate gave him on her first night. He reached to pick up the small seed. His thumb ran over its hard wrinkles.
He held it tight to his chest, and silently promised he would make things right with Kate. If he ever saw her again.
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Kate took in a deep breath of the crisp morning air, reveling in the freshness that lingered after the storm had passed in the night. The scent of newly sprouted grass and moist earth filled her senses, while dew-kissed leaves sparkled under the gentle caress of the rising sun. A light breeze danced around her, carrying the promise of spring on its wings. It felt like the start of something new as if the world itself was awakening alongside her. It was the perfect day for a ride.
She met Charles in the early morning, exactly where he said he’d be. Waiting for her to begin their journey into the wild lands in hopes of finding a fresh hunt. They were a few hours into their journey now, heading north into Ambarino to hunt cow elk. Just one 200 pound elk is enough to feed the entire camp for a month. Maybe more. It was a day's ride there and back, short enough to keep the meat fresh in time.
With a satisfied sigh, Kate exhaled the tension from her shoulders, “this is exactly what I needed Charles, thank you.”
Charles smiled warmly, guiding his horse closer to hers. "Thanks for joining me, Kate," he replied, his own gratitude evident in his tone.
With her face tilted to the sun, she savored the moment. Allowing Lorena to guide her. A silent trust shared between them, that her mare will take her where she needs to go. “You know, I always thought you preferred hunting alone. I never see anyone go with you.” Kate remarked, eyes still closed in bliss.
Charles nodded thoughtfully. "Arthur and I have gone together a few times, but other than that, I don't seek much company from the others," he admitted, his words tinged with honesty. It was clear that while he valued his fellow gang members, solitude was his preferred companion in the wild.
“That why you’re always so quiet?” She inquired, innocently.
Charles chuckled softly. "If the choice is folks thinking I'm dumb but not knowing for sure, and folks knowing I'm dumb because I sound like them, I think I'd rather keep them wondering," he explained with a grin. The confidence in his voice a testament to his strength.
Kate chuckled, her eyes reflecting understanding. "I get that. Sometimes it's better to keep people guessing," she replied. Under her breath she added, “I know some of those men can be pretty dumb,” loud enough for Charles to hear.
Charles exclaimed in frustration, “tell me about it! All this death and for what? Just so we can have enough money to be able to run from what we've done?”
Kate pondered for a moment, she still didn't know what happened all those weeks ago that drove the gang of outlaws here. It was the one piece of information they didn’t talk about around her. Perhaps Charles would share the missing pieces. “What happened to everyone to cause you to run?” Her tone colored with genuine curiosity.
As Charles recounted the events of that fateful day, Kate couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for what they must have been through. The gang did not like to talk about Blackwater, and the consequences must have been devastating.
"It was a fucking execution," he began, his voice tinged with regret. "We thought it would a simple job robbing a ferry, carrying payroll. But there were civilians too." Kate could already imagine where this led. $5000 for his head alone, the words echoed in her mind.
“We raised a lot of hell that day, and things got out of control. Next thing we know, the Pinkertons are on us along with the law. And everyone just starts shooting. I don't know which one of us shot first but that's all it took. There were passengers caught in the crossfire.” He shook his head with disappointment. She couldn't imagine the terror those innocent people must have felt as they found themselves caught in the chaos.
“Dutch he,” Charles hesitated, “he killed a young girl. Just to get the law off him. And no one batted an eye.” His voice heavy with emotion. Her stomach churned at the thought of such senseless violence. “We lost three good people, and John barely made it out alive.”
He turned, facing her, "I don't kill for fun Kate; I kill when I need to," he urged, his tone pleading. It was clear that he was grappling with the moral implications of their actions, and Kate couldn't help but admire his integrity in the face of such darkness. One so hauntingly familiar.
“Arthur came out different after Blackwater,” he added with a sigh.
“Being an outlaw can’t be easy,” Kate added, trying to lighten the mood. She understood the hardships and turmoil that came with senseless violence.
Charles huffed and shook his head at the memory, “easy certainly wasn't in the job description.”
As they rode on, the weight of their conversation hung heavy between them. She couldn't shake the feeling that they were all running from something far greater than the law. A feeling she was not immune to.
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Their hunt had been successful, tracking and swiftly killing a massive elk. They settled in for a fire and camped near a lake for the night. Enjoying fresh fish for dinner. In the morning they tied their game to the back of Taima, and began their journey back to camp. Kate’s spirit felt lightened in a way, the two of them spent most of the night sharing stories. And she realized she and Charles had a lot in common. A gentle reminder that she is not entirely alone in her struggles.
The ride home went by quickly, and with the sun tickling the horizon, they arrived at the great plains of New Hanover, and eventually, the familiar overlook.
As they rode into camp, the air was thick with urgency, Miss Grimshaw's voice cutting through the chaos. "Alright girls, everything into the wagons, now!" she barked, her tone sharp.
Charles swiftly brought their kill to the chuck wagon, while Kate hurriedly dismounted and rushed to join the flurry of activity. The girls worked frantically, packing crates with blankets and clothing, fear etched on their faces.
"What's happening?" Kate asked, her voice tinged with concern.
Mary-Beth paused in her task, her expression grim. "Arthur and John got into trouble with the law in Valentine," she explained, her hands moving quickly. "Dutch says we need to leave, fast."
A surge of panic swept over Kate at the thought of Arthur and John in danger. "Did they get caught?" she asked, her heart pounding.
Mary-Beth shook her head. "I don't know," she admitted, sympathy in her eyes. "But we have to go."
As Kate’s mind began to spiral with the worst outcomes imaginable, a voice rose above the commotion. Speaking of the man himself.
Dutch's voice cut through the chaos. "Charles!" he called out, his tone urgent. "Find Arthur at Dewberry Creek, we need a new hideout." Charles turned on his heel with a nod, mounting Taima and taking off back down the trail they came in on only a moment ago.
With his words she felt a sudden sense of relief, Arthur is okay. Their last conversation weighed heavy on her heart. And she would be damned if that was the last time they spoke.
Dutch's voice commanded attention once more. "When they give us the all clear, we move out! Let's get to work, people!" he shouted.
Mary-Beth and Tilly went back to their work and left Kate alone with her thoughts. She returned to her belongings, packing quickly. But her moment of respite was short-lived as a sickeningly familiar voice cut through the air like a bullet.
“Well hello Kate,” Micah said with disdain and arrogance.
“I don’t have time for your bullshit Micah,” Kate retorted, her patience wearing thin.
Micah advanced, his eyes blazing with hostility. "Funny how you show up right when trouble finds us," he taunted.
Kate scoffed, the idea completely absurd, “you idiots robbed a fucking train, did you seriously expect a welcome home party?” She shot back, her voice filled with sarcasm.
Micah's gaze narrowed. "We were set up in Valentine, someone ratted us out," he growled, his words dripping with bitterness.
“I was just hunting with Charles,” she explained, not bothering to hide the bite in her voice, she refused to play his game.
Micah approached with malice, his fist twitched at his side, ready to pull his pistol any moment. "Well Charles ain't here now,” he gestured around the camp, “and we think it was you," he hissed, the accusation cutting through the chaos.
Realization dawned on her that he was setting her up, but the reason why was still unclear. “And when Charles comes back he can testify to that,” she spat, turning to continue her packing.
He closed the distance between them with predatory grace. In one swift motion, he raised his pistol. Before Kate could react, the butt of the gun connected with her temple, sending a searing pain shooting through her skull. Stars exploded behind her eyelids as she stumbled backward, the world spinning dizzily around her. Darkness threatened to engulf her.
As she struggled to regain her bearings, Micah loomed over her, a twisted smirk playing across his lips, “we’ll be long gone by the time they come back princess.”
With a sickening thud, Kate's head hit the ground, the impact reverberating through her skull. As the world faded into blackness, she felt herself being pulled into an abyss of darkness. The last sound echoing in her ears was the distant whinny of Lorena, a mournful cry that seemed to fade into the void.
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The commotion of the camp kept her drifting in and out of consciousness for the next hour. She heard Abigail's voice call out to Kate in concern, and Micah snapped back warning her to keep her distance. She also realized her wrists had been bound along with her ankles, with Micah standing guard over her like a dog. Like she could run away in this state anyways.
The darkness began to creep in again, and in a moment she awoke and Micah was gone. It was almost dark and she was in a different spot now, away from the center of camp and behind the tree line. That fucking bastard tried to leave me here. She thought with bitterness.
In the midst of the chaos, a familiar voice pierced through the camp, but Kate's mind was still swimming in a fog of confusion. Wagons rattled as they hurriedly departed the overlook, leaving Kate struggling to make sense of the commotion. Summoning all her strength, she pushed herself up onto her knees, squinting through the haze.
Then, like a beacon in the night, Arthur's horse appeared, Belle’s white coat gleaming amidst the darkness. With a surge of relief, Kate locked eyes with Arthur, who rushed over to her side, his expression etched with concern.
Her consciousness flickered like a dim candle in the wind as she slowly regained awareness. The throbbing pain in her head was a harsh reminder of what had just transpired. Blinking away the haze, her vision blurry.
"Kate? Are you alright?" Arthur's voice cut through the fog, filled with concern as he took in the sight of her bound wrists and ankles. Swiftly dismounting Belle and pulling a knife from his belt to cut her free.
Her head throbbed as she recounted what happened and she felt sick in the stomach. She couldn’t stay with them anymore, not after this. Micah was a real problem, and if what Charles told her about Blackwater is true, then Dutch is likely the same.
“I’m okay,” she answered wearily, “Micah set me up,” a hint of fear mixed with rage creeped into her voice. Arthur helped her rise to her feet, just as the last wagons were leaving the overlook. Without missing a beat she turned to find her horse.
Arthur was slightly taken aback, unsure if she was still upset with him from the nights before, all while trying to make sense as to why Micah had set her up.
“I-I’m sorry Kate,” he pleaded, “I shoulda been here,” his voice was laced with remorse. His strides quickened as he closed the distance between them. Kate's heart clenched at the sincerity in his voice, but she knew she couldn't stay.
“It’s not your fault,” she reassured, “but I have to leave.” She decided in the moment, ripping the bandaid clean off. She longed to stay with Arthur and the gang, but she no longer wanted part in this trouble. “Goodbye Arthur,” she bid him a solemn farewell.
“Kate,” he called out, desperation filling the air. He wanted to stop her, to grab her and beg her to explain what happened with Micah. But the look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know, she had made up her mind. So all he could do was stand and watch as she rode off.
She clutched at Lorena’s reins, taking off in the same direction as the wagons, intending to ride past them and make her way to Rhodes, hopefully putting enough distance between them so she could get her bearings and be on the move again. Her heart raced with adrenaline and disappointment. Things could not have taken a turn for the worst.
She used the darkness to her advantage, slipping away from the wagons as they took a path down following the railroad tracks, while Kate veered off towards the twin stacks. As she climbed altitude she watched the wagons below, specifically watching Arthur take off behind them, his mare flying through the train of carts and horses like a butterfly dancing between flowers.
She paused for a moment, letting herself consider that perhaps she wasn't just running away out of fear, but something else as well. She thought about the girls, and Charles, who had just become a dear friend after their hunting trip. She thought about Abigail, who must be clutching little Jack close to her heart at this moment, praying John will see his family out of this alive. Her last conversation with Arthur still ate at her heart, so many words went unspoken that she wished she had said that night.
Memories of her past came back in waves along with the painful throb of where she had been hit with Micah’s gun. Her fear, mixed with her disappointment and anger. A reminder of her own weakness.
Yet, she decided long ago that she would never live in that kind of world again, where the weak would rather guilt the strong than become strong themselves. This world doesn’t care what the weak want. This world eats the weak. Therefore, she became strong.
The sudden sound of gun fire dragged her from her thoughts, she rode farther up the slope looking for the source of the noise. She saw in the distance the tiny images of wagons and horses, and a group of raiders descending to their location..
Gripping the reins with such ferocity, Lorena reared on her hind legs as Kate spun her around and took off back down the slope. She would not let death sink its venomous teeth into the belly of another.
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Max: Billie
Billie: shhh Michel Cera is about to say he’s gotta pee on her
Michael Cera: I gotta pee on her
Billie: aahaha!
Max: I suggested Scott Pilgrim once and now it’s all we watch
Billie: you should’ve suggested something less good then
Billie: oh this reminds me! What did Elsa say that left you so emotionally distraught the other night
Max: …how did ‘’I gotta pee on her’’ lead to that
Max: sigh She made an excel sheet to help me pick a guy to date. Because she thinks that’s what I should do instead of whatever I’m doing right now
Billie: oh my gosh
Max: I know, she’s sick
Billie: she’s a GENIUS!
Max: what
Billie: Max! you NEED to get a boyfriend!
Max: I said DATES I- Is it that bad to prefer one night stands??
Billie: it’s not about the one night stands, it’s about you!
Max: that makes it even worse.
Billie: I mean, there has to be a reason you don’t contact those guys after fucking around, right? Right?? Do you GET it!!!
Max: …I’m not letting an e-dater question my love life??
Billie: I’m just saying, Max! if I was you I would totally think about it. and do it. Because it could help me out. Just go on some dates and experience something different from what you’re used to
Michel Cera: You once were a ve-gone, but now you will begone.
Max: christ.
Ale: Maximiliano! I was just wondering ''what could that gorgeous little imp be up to tonight'' so WHAT have you been up to?!
Ale: it’s rhetoric, I really don’t wanna know haha!
Max: hey uh… yeah, it’s been a while. Sorry about that. I swear I really wanted to text you
Ale: you don’t say
Max: I’m trying to be honest you moron
Ale: ooh. oh. can we leave it for some other time? Over some brunch maybe? My girlfriend is here
Max: excuse me
Jackie: hi Max! I’m Jackie. Big fan!
Ale: she means that
Max: I’m sorry when did you get one of those?
Jackie: he’s so funny
Ale: like a week ago. Ain’t she adorable?
Max: oh yes she’s a sweetie. Totes.
Ale: i think you two would adore each other, for real
Ale: anyways! What have you been up to? Hangin’ there?
Billie: he’s with child
Max: he’s with WOMAN
Max: how- WHY didn’t he tell me?! We were JUST seeing each other a a couple months ago
Billie: BABE babe calm down. Why did you call him anyways?
Max: because he was head first on Elsa’s sheet, now I’ll need to phone this OTHER dickhead that meets most of my standards and I kinda have a thing for. Stupid fucking Jackie I hope you die
Billie: hey… let’s detox. Take my word, no more men for the rest of the week.
Max: no more men. You.
Billie: If there’s something I love more than Pierce, is my hunger for sistership
Max: you know I’m not a woman right
Billie: No boys, only us. And Michael Cera.
Max: …
Billie: trust me, I’m your girl.
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satellite ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc)
“i’m here, right here. wishing i could be there for you.”
summary: when the news of the downfall of her racing journey broke out, max verstappen promised to never let her down like that ever again. (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)
content warning: confrontation and good crying sesh with max and ofc, panic attack, alludes to smut (not graphic), use of explicit language, angst, set in vs fashion show 2016
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Her standard was Max, and god, did that ever ruin her chance to have a rebound. Whenever she got the chance to go on dates, she seemed to cower from the thought. As if she was worried about not getting along with the said dates.
Speaking of anxiety.
The Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show was on the go, and to say that it was nerve wracking would be quite a shame. You would think that she would be alright with walking down the runway now— but to know that some of her peers were here to support her, three days after the last race? Yeah, she might as well shit on her pants.
She had everyone else to be nervous about; Lady Gaga was there for fucks sake. She was in the same room as Adriana Lima and Elsa Hosk. Hell, even Abel would be performing during her segment— why was she nervous about seeing her driver friends while she walked down the runway?
She supposed that no one had seen her pose in her underwear before. That, and that they all grew up with her— it was weird to see your childhood friend all grown up, dressed in lingerie and nothing else.
Not that Max Verstappen hadn’t seen that months ago.
Fuck, Max was going to be there!
She knew she was nervous. She just didn’t realize that it was because of him. Why would she be nervous? After all, working together had a major effect on their relationship. And… sleeping together once.
Because he didn’t bring it up anymore after their conversation that day. He was friendly with her, but not once did he mention that he wanted to do it again. She wasn’t sure if it was because of their workplace relationship or their general friendship, but she was sure as hell that it hurt. Not that she would ever tell him that. Not especially after she found a woman clinging to him at their next race’s afterparty.
So it did hurt. But as a prideful daughter of a miserable mother, she kept a straight face and smiled at everyone.
After seeing him that night, she kept their relationship as civil as it could be— only listening to him “Maxplain” everything he could speak about, and offering him advice whenever he needed it. She failed to mention a lot of things in her life— like how Abel was performing tonight. Max only found out through their friends hours prior to the event and while it pissed him off to no end, he couldn’t afford to upset Sylvie on her special day. This was her day after all. She was debuting as a VS model.
Tilly and Aimee had managed to see Sylvie and Stevie before the show as they prepared. They had mostly spoken about how they were able to get to the location easily and how Soren fussed when Tilly left him at Toto’s watch.
“The boys are there,” Aimee pointed her head towards the direction of the audience, “I told them not to be foolish this time around.”
“Did you tell them to behave and not bark?” Stevie giggled, making Sylvie cackle. Sylvie’s makeup artist shot her a warning to not ruin her makeup by crying in laughter.
“They know not to,” Tilly rolled her eyes, “those men have PR managers to answer to otherwise.”
“I think George and Alex were only there chilling,” Aimee said, “I didn’t think someone could have anxiety even if they’re just an audience— not until I saw Max.”
“Max? Why?” Now that piqued Sylvie’s curiosity.
Tilly answered, “I dunno. It must’ve been the adrenaline from Abu Dhabi, if you were to ask me. He’ll be fine once the show starts.”
The beating of her heart slowed down when her segment started, only focusing on the front and had only given Abel a look of indifference before making her way through the middle, posing with her head tilting slightly to the right. Walking back, she glanced on her right and watched Max’s eyes stare at hers.
She kept her head in his direction for a moment, not even realizing that she walked past Abel as her ears muted his song and voice, only paying attention to Max before looking back in front of her and walking off.
Max knew that she had seen him with his not-really-girlfriend in each race, and it was extremely stupid of him. Rebounds shouldn’t be a thing at all, he told himself. He knew how he felt about her, yet after spending some time with her in a bedroom, he seemed to chicken out and not tell her about the love he had for her.
He always wondered how she went from insulting him jokingly to having a civil conversation and agreeing to everything he said. It was wrong. Why didn’t she say something about it? They agreed not to lie to each other, did they not?
He seemed to feel like a hypocrite just saying that. But he was more than willing to admit that she was just as beautiful as she was before. He only started to feel different when they shared an intimate moment with each other, one that he’d like to relive for as long as he could breathe.
But they weren’t even aware that admitting would have to take time. After all, there were more problems to solve.
Partying had never been a priority for her, if you were to ask, but Kendall insisted that Sylvie come along before the younger girl could even dive headfirst into her work throughout their break. The third Hearth daughter only nodded and dressed up as nicely as she could, only deciding that she would only drink one glass of daiquiri. What she didn’t know, however, was that Kendall had invited her guy friends to join them at the party. She had never felt so annoyed— why wouldn’t Kendall tell her in the first place that she’d invite them? Not that she wasn’t enthralled at the thought. Some warning would have sufficed.
But it wasn’t their presence that made her want to go home.
Everyone was too busy dancing to even sit in their booth, leaving Sylvie behind while she scrolled through her Twitter. She liked the peaceful atmosphere that the club could offer in a booth. And her blocking Abel was definitely something.
Her eyes found a tweet that left her blood running cold. No.
“Sylvie’s Failed F1 Career: Explained”
From top to bottom, the story of her discontinued journey in Formula One was splayed out in a gossip website— a rather accredited one, while you’re at it. People would normally say not to believe what you see on the internet, but the truth was published and spread in the Formula One community and show business.
Nobody knew what had happened before. Not until now. Whoever the fuck were these anonymous sources, they were nothing but assholes. Everything in the article was detailed from head to toe. Some stuff that people didn’t know were put up for everyone to see and shame her with.
Then panic started to spread across her body, her feet stumbling up as she marched down towards the dance floor, her hand gripping on Max’s shirt as she dragged him to a seedy area of the club no one had ever stepped foot on.
“Mustang, what—“
“Cut the bullshit, Max,” she spewed out venomously before she shoved her phone in his hand. “Did you do this?”
His eyes peered down on the article on screen as they widened. He looked up to see her teary eyes appearing once more.
“No,” he answered honestly, but she wasn’t having it.
“You knew what happened, you’re the one who reported me, Max,” she cried out, her body shaking in anger and panic as she continued, “you saw that. You told the officials—“
“But that doesn’t mean I would fuck your career over!” Max exclaimed in frustration. “I told you that if you had somehow given me a heads up that they were kicking you out, I would have gone back and made them review it. Me not being there when you were being questioned was the biggest mistake I’ve made, because I know you. You’re honest. I would’ve known. I would’ve admitted that I was wrong if I heard you speak for yourself.”
“Then why do this? If you respect me then why do this now?”
“Sylvie, schatje,” he took a deep breath before looking at her again, “I would not— for the life of me— treat you like that. God, I would never forgive myself if I did. So I swear that isn’t me.”
He didn’t even realize how bad their situation was until she started crying and crumbling in his arms, the music still tampering with the hysterical sound of her sobs. He tried to comfort her right there, but the loudness of the club only messed with both of their emotions and anxiety as he picked up their stuff and hailed for a cab.
It didn’t take him long to find his room as she continued to cry in his arms. She spoke about her worries about her career as she sobbed, not wanting to lose her job in Red Bull and as a model because of this disaster they both called a lie. How was she going to explain all of this to her family? She asked herself as she sniffled, wiping her tears away. She hadn’t even realized that Max was crying too.
All of this happened because he believed his friends who couldn’t give anymore shit about him. All of this happened to her because of him. All he could do now was apologize with tears.
“I- I- I’ll do my best to fix this,” Max stammered, wiping his tears away to hide it away from her as she looked up. “Let me please help you fix this. This was my doing and I- I can’t hurt you like this, Sylv. I can’t afford to have you lose your career because of me. Just… please, forgive me and let me help.”
“Please, Max,” she whispered. “I can’t be silenced anymore, Max. I- I need someone to speak for me.”
“We’ll be speaking for you,” Max promised, leaning his forehead against hers. “I’ll… I don’t care if it ruins my own career, I just know yours cannot be ruined because of me. I’ll be here for you, schatje. Just have me.”
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gossip girl · pt. viii
based on the tv series gossip girl
max verstappen / charles leclerc x socialité!reader
fc: elsa hosk (y/n) · taylor hill (léa) · barbara palvin (jolie)
a/n: hello!! i am back! sorry for not updating earlier, the uni has been killing me and i felt way too tired to stop and write for a while. hope you like this a lot! and once again thank you so much for the comments and the support on the last part🤍
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autumn seemed to be the season of birthday celebrations: firstly was jolie's, then max's and now charles'. he had called yesterday, around dinner time, to ask you if you wanted to come to his birthday gathering. it was supposed to be a simple lunch with his childhood friends, who you knew from years ago, and he wanted you to be there. so now you stood in front of his apartment door with a cake you had baked the night before, following the recipe he had once told you it was his favorite.
"hurry up, you idiot". you whispered underneath your breath, feeling the weight of your purse threatening to fall from your left shoulder anytime soon.
charles opened the door a couple of seconds later. from his rosy cheeks, his damp hair and the fresh smell of gel you could tell he had recently gotten out of the shower. he wore a soft beige sweater and wide dark trousers. he had always been attractive, but god he looked good. his sincere smile widened and his green eyes lit up when he saw the cake you were holding.
"no way! you baked this for me?".
"of course, i didn't want to come empty-handed".
"you're the best, y/n". he said as he extended his hands to grab the cake. "let me help you".
you followed charles inside the apartment. quickly you noticed how tidy everything was. charles had never been a messy person, but it was obvious he had made sure everything was perfect today. he went inside the kitchen and he carefully placed the cake on the counter. afterwards, he had opened his arms to give you the warmest hug.
"thank you y/n".
"it's nothing". you replied. "happy birthday charles".
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while you waited for your friends to arrive, you looked at charles who gracefully played a song on the piano. you sat by his side watching how his fingers pressed the right keys without a single mistake.
"i don't remember this part". he said before stopping and quickly glanced at you.
"right, i'll show you".
clair de lune was the first proper song you had taught charles to play on the piano. one night during lockdown you had been re-watching twilight together and when you said how much you loved this song he suggested that you could teach it to him. charles was a fast learner and a hard-worker, the kind of pupil every teacher wishes they had. and you were patient and tender, the kind of teacher every pupil adored. most days, after he had finished his training, you would sit with him and teach him another part. some days, when he got tired of learning, he would sneak his hands underneath your shirt and with a soft kiss on your shoulder he would suggest that maybe it was time to do something different. and sometimes, when you watched him play, you would lean your head on his shoulder and wait for him to stop playing just to place his lips on yours.
"i think i might need you to start teaching me again". he said once you finished playing debussy's song.
"i will gladly do it for some karting classes in exchange".
"are you still that bad at it?".
"absolutely terrible. my sister beat my ass the other day". you replied and he chuckled.
"it's a deal then". he said. "but i still won't let you win if we compete against each other".
"oh, you were the worst. i remember the last time we went karting and i felt so humiliated. what kind of boyfriend does that to his girlfriend? you should've let me win".
"was i really?". he said. "i'm pretty sure the first thing told me when we were alone was-".
"oh, shut up". you interrupted him and he laughed loudly.
"what was it? baby, that was so hot-?". he said mocking your voice and you hit his arm softly.
"you're an idiot".
"i am, but you adore it".
i do. your cheeks hurt from smiling widely and now you could feel the blood rushing into them. charles was starring at you, his smile had faded away and his eyes dropped from yours to your red lips. your heartbeat was so loud you thought he could hear it. he placed his right hand on your chin and his face slowly came closer to yours. but sound of the doorbell made you him freeze in place.
"fuck". he swore under his breath as he quickly dropped his hand.
he sighed and nervously ran his fingers trough his hair while starring at you. when the doorbell rang for the second time, he stood up and left the living room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. shit, max. the questions in your head were so loud you almost couldn't listen the voices of your friends in the background.
"y/n is here". you heard charles say.
"god, i hope we weren't interrupting anything". a familiar female voice replied.
"don't worry, you weren't". charles lied. "please, come in".
the sound of giggles caught your attention. was that a baby? and before you could figure out who was it, your old friend lily fleury walked into the room. a few seconds later, her husband marc appared holding their baby in his arms.
"oh my god". you said the moment you saw her face.
"you didn't tell her?". lily asked charles and he shook his head.
"it was a surprise".
lily and marc had been living in barcelona for the last four years. marc, who was born in spain, got a job opportunity there and they decided to leave monaco. lily had been one of your closest friends when you were younger and you kept in contact even though you haven't seen each other since they left.
"i haven't seen you since forever". lily said as she gave you a hug.
"what are you guys doing here? are you visiting your family?". you asked.
"no, actually we moving back". marc explained. "barcelona is great, but, you know, we want nora to grow up here in monaco".
"i thought you knew everything, charles has been trying for days to gather all of us since we told him we were moving, i thought he told you". lily commented.
"i just thought it would be a nice surprise". charles said.
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the night had arrived and it was time to leave. your heart felt full after spending the day with your old friends. lily and marc were getting nora ready to leave as charles held you tightly in his arms as you said your goodbyes.
"thank you, y/n". he said. "for being here today".
"honestly, it's me who should be thanking you". you replied. "i feel like you're helping me build the life i had here in monaco before i left".
"you don't need to thank me". he responded and left the softest kiss on your forehead. "i want you to feel at home once again, so you don't run away anymore".
"you don't have to worry, i'm here to stay".
"good, because i'm not letting you go once again".
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