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agendabymooner · 8 months

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here comes the sun ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member!ofc)

“little darling, the smile’s returning to their faces.”

summary: daniel and their fans (altogether) made sure that lorelei ‘lester’ ricciardo’s weeks of return in both the paddock and stage are bearable as their son, beau, made his presence known to the public a year after being born.

OR lester continues to prove that she'll always be with the tifosi first and be a red bull driver's wife after.

content warning: dad!daniel x mom!ofc content, red bull and ferrari admins being themselves (again), baby ric/little parmesan’s paddock debut, fluff fluff fluff, grid uncles and måneskin uncles, arthur leclerc being a piece of shit on twitter but i love him or sumn like that

note: i’m back from a lecture mwehehehe. check out the prequel for the rush series, own my mind!! enjoy xx

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danielricciardo posted a story !!

tagged loricciardo, maneskinofficial, _thomasraggi, ethaneskin, ykaaar

liked by ethaneskin, charles_leclerc, scuderiaferrari

user1 MOOOOOMMY 😍🥵

user2 do y'all ever wonder if charles had a crush on her?

user3 where did that even come from?

user2 idk he's been listening to them for as long as he knew them lmfaooooo it's just a question

user4 drivers in the attendance were charles, lando, max and pierre (with danny ofc) btw

user5 oh bless 🙏

charles_leclerc watching the concert was one thing but to experience it firsthand with the little parmesan was incredibly priceless liked by danielricciardo

landonorris in the end, little par is THE VIBE. no exceptions liked by danielricciardo

oscarpiastri saw little par kick a football in monza 👌 he can still make it to the socceroos team liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo he's bout to be australia's pride

colabebe you're half italian, danny. if you're half and lester's full, bambino beau is 3/4 😽

oscarpiastri i refuse to accept these ideals, cola. i'm sorry. once an aussie, always an aussie

scuderiaferrari she's so back, welcome her 😭😍

redbullracing she is the moment your honour 🤭

ykaaar nice to see you again dan! not that i don't see your insufferable ass every other week 🤔 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo you're making me really sad with these claims, damiano 🥲

ykaaar do u want me to kiss it better 🤕

loricciardo omg my biggest fans 🥺 liked by danielricciardo

loricciardo i love you and the little bear soooo much 🥰 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo my favourite musician 🤩

tagged loricciardo

liked by charles_leclerc, lewishamilton, maxverstappen1

landonorris slee🅱️y boys liked by danielricciardo

colabebe LOOK AT MY LITTLE NEPHEW !!!! beau beaaaaar!!! 🐻 liked by danielricciardo

nora_alessandro such handsome boys!!! 😍 liked by danielricciardo

georgerussell63 excuse me, ma'am? 🤨

danielricciardo go back to your tea, my dear brother-in-law georgerussell63

georgerussell63 🙄

user1 DADDY RIC!!!!

maxverstappen1 daddy ric ^^ liked by danielricciardo

user2 this is the kind of shit that we do NOT say aloud alright max 😭

user3 us maxiel enjoyers cannot take it 🥲 stop keeping our hopes up

oscarpiastri me and colabebe would babysit him if you'd allow it 🙌

landonorris i think you and i would have to talk about the babysitting privileges first, oscar.

user4 THE PERIOD IN THE END IM-

user5 bro really said "watch yo mouth" 😭

lewishamilton it wouldn't be a surprise if beau's just as energetic as you are 🤣 liked by danielricciardo

ethaneskin the next time i see him, i will spoil the f out of him 🤧 liked by danielricciardo

_thomasraggi uncle tommy's otw to get him everything he wants 😍 liked by danielricciardo

ykaaar he is so uncle dami-coded 😊 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo he doesn't look like you but ok 🙄

ykaaar just wait.

loricciardo my loveeeeees 😩😍 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo is it bad that i'm trying to outdo the little bear when it comes to your love? 🤔

loricciardo you will not need to try that hard, mio tasso. beau will always have the first place in my heart. you're a close second though 😽

danielricciardo aw it's all good, i guess. he is number one in mine too 🥰

loricciardo i'm glad we can come to an agreement then, my love 🤝

danielricciardo 🤝

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leezlelatch · 1 year

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Copia x Female Reader: A Conversation with Papa Emeritus Terzo

After the latch on the door clicks, Terzo drops heavily in the seat before Copia's desk. He moves to wearily scrub a hand down his face before remembering his papal paint with a quiet, "Ah," and a frustrated wave. The current reigning Papa, dressed opulently in his robes of purple and gold, looks very much his age as he sits bone-weary in the leather chair that appears to swallow him.

"That was unnecessary, you know?" Copia says, sitting down in his own chair behind his desk as he eyes Terzo warily. It is not uncommon to find his old friend in such a mood.

"Yes, yes, I know," Terzo sighs. "I apologize, Cardinale, but my flock expect it, do they not? Papa, the womanizer? Papa, the tease?"

Copia steeples his hands on the desktop, already shaking his head, "She does not."

Terzo merely scoffs, and the two men fall into silence. There is hardly a soul who knows the real Papa Emeritus Terzo. There is hardly a soul who remembers his actual name. It was a defense mechanism, in the beginning. Growing up an Emeritus, there is expectation, constant plotting, and just not being goddamn good enough. When you hate everything and everyone around you, be bolder, louder, encourage their ire, prove to them that you are the disappointment they think you are.

Until that is all you are.

"It's getting bad again, isn't it?" Copia asks gently. "You know you can talk-."

"I am fine, amico mio," Terzo said, staring blankly at his hands. "I am always fine. I am Papa."

"You don't have to pretend here," Copia sighs.

"And if I do not? What will they do? They already took the Ghost Project from me, perhaps it will be the papacy next. A fitting end to il fottuto terzo. And isn't that all I am good for?"

"You know I did not have a choice."

"Yes, but you wanted it. You cannot deny that Copia, I know you. You have ambition, and I cannot fault you that," Terzo's voice trails off as the two men stare at each other before he quietly adds, "And I do not blame you."

"You mean so much to this congregation than you think, caro amico." Copia says softly.

Terzo huffs a laugh, then sighs, "Perhaps I should listen to you more often, huh? You are smarter than me."

"Terzo-"

"No, no, I joke." Terzo waves his hands dismissively. "You tell me about your bella ragazza! I truly did not mean to interrupt il mio cardinale getting some action." He wiggles his eyebrows.

Copia's cheeks instantly erupt in a blush, his hands pulling his biretta off his head to nervously twist at the edges. His mouth opens, then closes, and then opens again to emit an anxious twitter.

"Copia, you sound like a car trying to start," Terzo laughs.

"She is," Copia swallows. "Very special to me."

"Uh-huh...?"

"We are friends."

Terzo leans back in his chair and rolls his eyes, "Friends do not almost kiss. Do I need to demonstrate? Show her how it is done?"

Copia's palm slams down on the wood of his desk, his eyes wide as he stares at the antipope before him, "You will do no such thing. You...you...le labbra del mio amato non sono le tue!"

"And they are yours? 'Friends' do not say such things, Cardinal."

Copia sighs and drops his head into his hands, breathing deeply a few moments before peeking at his friend through his fingers.

"I love her. I am in love with her. Oh, Papa...I am so in love with her," Copia raises his hands and they are shaking. "What do I do?"

"You tell her," Terzo says.

"It is not so simple!"

"Yes, it is."

Copia groans and lays his forehead on his desk, closing his eyes tightly. It isn't easy. You have so quickly become the only thing in his world that he so achingly yearns for. You are so important. He thinks about you before bed, and when he wakes. He thinks about what sweet would make your eyes light up, or what book he could read aloud to you during a quiet evening in the library. He thinks of you smiling at him, a secret one just for him, that makes him feel like he could be just as important.

You have consumed him.

"I can't mess this up," he whispers. "Losing her would destroy me, Terzo."

"Why do you think telling her would make you lose her?" Terzo asks, genuinely confused.

"Because!" Copia sits up, his eyes a little wild. "Look at me. Sono un vecchio patetico. Every time she walks into this office, I am...I am astounded that she wishes to spend time with me. That is all I can ask for."

Terzo leans forward, reaching across the desk to grab his friend's worried hands.

"You need to give her that choice, Copia. Do not take that from her, or you really will lose her."

Copia closes his eyes as they begin to shine with emotion, letting out a sigh that seems to come from deep within his bones. Could his heart break before it has a chance to be rejected? But Terzo is right. You sat on this very desk merely an hour before, gazing at him with what his foolish heart could only assume was affection. Your lips had nearly touched before Papa's unexpected arrival, and what after? He shivers remembering the way your body felt so close to his. Would you have...? Do you want him as desperately as he wants you?

"Maybe...I could use your advice, Papa. How do you tell a woman that she is your everything? The light of your life?"

Terzo makes a face, mumbling something about 'dramatic cardinals' before saying, "How about you ask her on a date first, si?"

#the band ghost #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #terzo emeritus #papa emeritus iii #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #cardinal copia x female reader #papa iv x female reader #female reader #reader insert #the band ghost fanfiction #slightly suggestive if you squint #leezlelatch #copia #copia headcanon #copia fanfiction #cardinal copia headcanons #poorly translated italian

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ggsworldstory · 9 months

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Chapter 2 Act 5: Hotel Havoc

With GG’s latest plan having been a success (somewhat), the search for the rest of the rogue’s gallery and to clear Terry’s name was on harder than ever and with a simple description of their next target, He knew just where to go

“Well, I’ll hand it to you” Terry said “this is the most obvious choice” as the duo stepped into the borders of Guatemala city,

"Now, let’s get going!" GG shouted aloud as the duo began to wander about the place

Unfortunately, they didn't notice a row skulls lined up on one of the shop's display, most were decorative, but one was listening, it's eyes glowed as it hopped to a walkie-talkie and relayed the information it heard to the person on the other side

atop a high building,the sombrero and mask wearing Bounty hunter, Emelia Esqueleto was staking out the city, when she suddenly heard a chattering of teeth over her walkie-talkie

"Dios mio!" She responded to the Skull's warning "Wally was right, and that's a first, they really are after us!" With another bout of chatter, the skull responded "not to worry, I have a plan…"

"How will they understand you? Just keep your walkie talkie discreet and I'll do the talking"

"No, Hierba won't recognize my voice, i'll make sure to use a filter"

"How I can understand you? por el amor de Dios, you're always such a nitpicker, Jeremy"

Meanwhile, they duo searched and searched hard

They searched the streets, the parks, on the bridges, below the bridges, in the restaurants (after eating in them), they left not one stone, rock, or pebble unturned!

By the end of their search, night had fallen

"Geez, we must've looked through at least half this country" GG remarked in exhaustion

"What?" Terry replied "no, we've only done this one city"

"Oh, well we'd best get going with the rest"

"You're joking, look at you, you're clearly exhausted!"

"Nonsense, I could do this all day!"

"You did!"

"AND I'LL DO IT AGAIN!"

"No, we’re gonna get a hotel before you nod off on the concrete” Terry said as he began dragging GG around, trying to find someplace to stay, when suddenly the duo were approached by a hooded figure

“Hola! I couldn’t help but overhear you on the lookout for a place to stay, why not check in to ‘No es una trampa casa’?” they enthusiastically announced “We’re sure you’ll enjoy our luxuries, especially considering we’re the only hotel open for miles!”

The figure said this while giving a deathly glare to another hotel manager across the street, prompting them to back away from turning the ‘closed’ sign over

“So what d’ya say?”

“Sure” Terry said without hesitation as the figure led the two inside, they walked through the resort’s many corridors, it was packed with various restaurants, gift shops, even an exotic chocolate shop

Soon enough, they found themselves to their room, “well, sleep tight!” the figure said, closing the door

With a yawn, GG announced “Y’know, I said I wanted to keep searching, but seeing that soft bed simply calling my name, I gotta admit-”

“We can’t sleep” Terry retorted

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE CAN’T”

“C’mon, you think I didn’t see through that crappy disguise? I could easily see the skull through that hood”

“Oh, right, disguise… that means they're here somewhere! Ugh, I’m so tired though, lemme just get some- where’s the coffee? DID THEY TAKE THE COFFEE POT!?”

“Don’t worry, there’s gotta be some more somewhere, you pick yourself up, then we’ll meet up”

“Alright, sounds like a plan”

“Oh and be careful, Emelia’s Skeletons are bound to be all over”

“Yeah, sure, skeletons… WAIT, WHAT!?”

GG’s shock wouldn’t be answered as Terry left the room, to begin his search

Meanwhile, watching through the eyes of the room’s painting, Emelia saw the two leave the room “They’re still on to us, but they’ve split up, it’s now or never” she said as she strummed her guitar, prompting one of her skeletal allies to hand her her signature weapon, a shining, sharp rapier

GG, meanwhile groggily meandered about the resort, looking for something to wake him up, until he remembered something that made his eyes light up

“S’pose I got time to check out that chocolate shop” he thought out loud, rubbing his hands together, excitedly

A few of Emelia’s skeletons caught wind of the boy’s remarks and snuck out to the back of the shop to prepare for an ambush, just as GG entered through the front

The boy begun to parooze the shelves, marveling at the sheer variety of chocolate in one place, one in particular caught his eye

“Chocolate covered coffee beans? Sweet, kill two birds with one stone!”

The skeletons tried to sneak up from around the corner, only to quickly hide back as GG looked over his shoulder, though he only did so to check if any staff were watching him, “hmm, seems pretty empty… guess I could sneak a quick taste test” GG said as he licked his lips and peeled back the candy’s wrapper, seeing as he was distracted, the skeletons once more continued their pursuit, one taking his left and the other his right, they got close enough and readied themselves to strike!

Then GG took a bite, any grogginess in his eyes vanished instantly, he had such a spike in energy, he couldn’t help but throw back his arms with a loud “Woo!” unknowingly knocking out the skeletons behind him, turning his head and seeing the boney foes he’d just taken out, he suddenly remembered, “Right, Terry!” he then froze, having heard yet more skeletal clatter, turning around to see the skeletons had reassembled themselves, “hey…” GG fearfully murmured as he attempted to back away, “why don’t we settle this over some… Pocket ash!” as he threw out his hand and launched a blast of smoke and ash, right into the skeleton’s eyes!

Or, lack thereof, seeing as how neither so much as flinched at GG’s attack

GG saw his plan wasn’t going to work, quickly pocketed a handful of beans and dashed off to look for his partner

Terry meanwhile, was vigilant as ever as he searched the resort, “Emelia! Emelia, where are you!?” he cried out, constantly checking over his shoulder, soon he heard a subtle strum of a guitar, suddenly a horde of skeletons surrounded Terry and rushed to ambush him! But Terry quickly jet-packed high up, the skeletons all crashed into one another with their remains scattered all over the floor

“Show yourself, I know all your tricks!” Terry exclaimed

“Well that’s the thing, hierba” Emelia announced before quickly descending from her hiding spot on the ceiling and puncturing his fuel tank with her sword and with a few quick strums of her guitar, the scattered bones on the floor came together, forming a skeletal cage around the cowboy, “I’m always getting new ones” Terry tried to reach into his pack’s storage, but it was empty!

“Looking for this?” Emelia asked mockingly, holding a second guitar from the music shop, before she smashed it on the ground

“I’m telling you, I’m innocent!”

“And why should I believe you?”

“Why do you believe him!?”

“The Director may be a mierda leader, but what happened that day was undeniable,and if you think you or your little accomplice are going to walk out scott-free, you’re dead wrong. Speaking of which, where is- ”

“Terry!” GG yelped as he stood at the end of the corridor

“Ah, how convenient, you must be the sidekick I’ve heard so much about”

“Sidekick?! Oh, you’re lucky I can’t kill you”

“Well unfortunately I can’t either, will you be doing this the easy way or the hard way?”

“Yeah, are you gonna tell me what you know about Terry’s framing, or am I gonna have to pound you into a tamale?”

“Hmmph, the hard way it is…” Emelia proceeded to grab her extra sword and toss it right by GG’s feet, “pick it up” she said

“You’re… giving me a weapon?”

“I’m not above a fair fight, pequeño”

“Huh, well I am!” GG shouted as he charged quickly with a lightning dash, intending to catch her by surprise by running and slashing her as quick as possible, but to his shock, Emelia’s sword instantly blocked GG’s attempted blow “no, I don’t think you are” she retorted as she knocked GG back onto the ground, GG quickly jumped back up and wildly flailed his sword at Emelia, but she clashed back at every last slash with little effort, no matter what he tried, until GG started feeling winded

“Had enough, little toppat?” Emelia snickered, approaching the boy

“No…” GG said between tired breaths, “I got one more trick up my sleeve…" he announced before taking a pause, much to Emelia’s anticipation

Then he proceeded to run away, but the skeleton’s quickly reacted and swarmed the boy, he tried to fight back with his flames, but no matter what, they would always quickly reform

“GG!” Terry yelled, “You just need a g-” he tried to speak was interrupted as one of the skeleton’s arms covered his mouth

With this knowledge (or lack thereof), GG ran as fast as he could, as he broke out of the swarm “ok, ok” he thought to himself “what was he gonna say? g… g…” he continually tried to figure it out as the horde of skeletons chased him,while they couldn’t quite keep up with him, they’d toss their various limbs at the boy with shocking accuracy, until he passed by the resort’s bakery and read one of the signs “galletas, that’s it!” he yelped as he ran in and grabbed every galleta his arms could carry before jumping out and throwing them at the army like ninja stars!

He kept throwing and throwing until he realized, this wasn’t working and the only reason Emelia and her army were not charging was because they were in shock at his sheer stupidity

And with a few strums at her guitar, the chase was back on track as GG would repeatedly make pit stops to throw whatever he could think of at them, globes, guacamole, gatos (well porcelain ones anyway) but nothing worked

Soon enough, the chase lead the two parties inside a music store “nowhere to run now!” Emelia arrogantly cried as GG was backed into a corner, his hands thrown back in fear, the skeletons stepping steadily forward, his back against the wall, his arms flailing rapidly in fear

Until, by accident, he strummed one of the guitars hung on the wall, the skeletons lurched back at the sound, GG stood, confused as to what just happened, quickly, Emelia gave a couple more strums and they charged again

GG once more took a pluck of the instrument’s strings and they flinched backwards once more, he figured it out, a smile spread across his face as he grabbed the guitar off the wall and strummed like no tomorrow! It didn’t sound anything like what a sane person would call music, but that didn’t matter as the skeletons were repelled by the sounds, Emelia saw this and jumped into action, rushing at GG with her sword, the boy quickly dashed away, hopping to and fro as he plucked and strummed all across the shop, soon Emelia stopped and once more began to play her guitar, her strums getting stronger, tempo faster, music louder and slowly the skeletons had begun to overpower the influence of GG’s relentless plucking, it seemed he was placed back in the same position he was before

But then, he reached into his pockets, and chowed down on the chocolate covered coffee beans he had been saving, instantly his energy spiked as he used his electricity to amp up his guitar playing,but Emelia was not ready to give up, holding and playing her guitar in one hand and grabbing her sword in the other, she once more charged at the toppat, GG followed suit and they slashed once more

Emelia was shocked to find her guitar’s strings were all slashed and her sword was reduced to just a hilt! She turned back to GG to find him with a smug face, still strumming as he blew out the flame at his fingertip, and unleashing another round of pocket ash into her eyes!

At this moment, she couldn’t see, she could only hear the music get closer and closer as GG approached, then her sight returned and she found GG, standing in front of her and then he hit her over the head with his guitar!

By the time Emelia came to, she was tied up, Terry was free and her army was gone “have a good sleep?” GG asked “now, answers”

“Fine, you want the truth? I’ll tell you, on that day, I was walking down the hall when I heard a loud bang, it still rings in my ears to this day and when I went to check, our leader’s body was lifeless on the floor, next to HIS smoking revolver!”

“That could’ve been anyone using it!” GG retorted

“Hmmph, a likely story,” Emelia scowled,turning to Terry “you snapped, didn’t you, got tired of being the little runt and decided to take to the top by force? Well guess what, you can kill all you want, you can try to run from every last one of your problems, but you’ll always be nothing more than a pequeño hierba!”

At that moment, she reached from behind, giving a little strum to a guitar behind her. All of a sudden a cavalcade of skeletal hands reached from the ground, dragging her through the dirt to make her mistake. GG ran and tried to grab her, but it was too late…

“Dammit!” GG yelled before sighing in disappointment and turning to the cowboy “Terry, be honest with me?”

“About what?”

“Are you sure the rogues ever really cared about you…?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know, all this talk of them hating you, barely hesitating to put the blame on you with barely any evidence, it’s just all a buncha bad signs to me…”

“Look, I know it’s a lot, but there were… some good times, if I could just clear my name… look, it’ll be fine, alright? For now, let’s get some sleep, you must be real tired”

“yeah…I guess”

And so, the duo returned to the room to doze off, in GG’s mind, doubts may have floated about his brain, but for the sake of Terry, he’d stay optimistic to the very end!

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[Epilogue]

“Yes yes, I couldn’t ask for a better backstage!” The director shouted as he shoved the trio of Lights, Camera, and action out of their meeting hall

Seeing another of their ideas be dismissed without hesitation, Lights started to droop their head down

“Hey, hey!” Action intervened “What we’ve gots is great! So what if that bozo doesn’t wanna listen, once it’s done they’re gonna have their socks rocked off!”

At that moment, both Lights and Camera instantly perked up, much to Action’s delight

“Yeah, that's what I loves to see! Now, what’s the next step? Action announced, turning back to Lights, who responded simply by holding a finger up

“Ah, need some time to think? Take ya time, buddy!” Lights gave a thumbs up as they retreated to their room and opened their laptop, opening their email and sent out a message, within minutes they received a reply

“Sounds to me, you’ve got all your materials in order, you just gotta put 'em’ together, trust me, you stick with it and you and your little menagerie will be on top in no time!”

After reading this, Lights closed his Laptop and returned to the group

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#thsc fandom #thsc oc #toppat oc #fanfic

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santa--mozzarella · 2 months

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O luna mio || One-Shot

swynrptask: how i met your parent cw: shark attacks!, blood

The sky over the Adriatic was growing dark, the orange sun slipping below the horizon. If he squinted, Massimo could just make out the twinkle of the stars overhead, though it was still somewhat too bright. Another half an hour or so and they would be his only friends out here.

Which meant that it was time to turn back. Massimo knew he shouldn't really have been out without Vincenzo anyway, but seeing as his wife had just had a baby Massimo thought that his shipmate ought to spend a little time on dry land. All he was really doing was double-checking all of the nets anyhow, so that when they came back tomorrow, they might actually have caught something.

He checked the last net and then hauled up the anchor, the small fishing boat rocking with the weight. The sea had been calm all day, which was perhaps why he had let his guard down, and also why he was so surprised when the boat lurched dangerously, rocked by something thudding hard against the keel. Massimo tumbled, landing on his back on the floor. He grumbled, rubbing the back of his head; that would smart tomorrow. He tried to get to his feet when the boat lurched a second time-- this time he grabbed onto the wheel, using it to steady himself so he could stagger to the side.

It was hard to see with all the commotion, the waves turned to foam and froth by the thrashing, but the blood that lingered in the ater was easy to spot. All was quiet. Perhaps whatever it was, the predator and the prey, had taken their chase to deeper waters. Massimo was about to return to the wheel and get out of there when a seal, silver-skinned and shining in the sunset, lept out of the water, landing half on the side. Massimo had never seen anything like it; seals were rare in the Adriatic nowadays, and he had certainly never seen one jump right into a boat before.

And then he saw the fin. It was too dark to tell the species, or else Massimo was just too pre-occupied -- he grabbed his knife, hauling the seal into the boat with one hand, slashing down with the other, carving a gouge into the shark's back.

The shark retreated, taking the knife with him. Massimo turned to look at the seal. Its fin was cut, blood soaking the wood panel of the floor.

"Bene," He murmured. The seal lay on its side, looking at him with those wide, dark eyes. "It's alright. I'm going to get... something."

He had no idea why he was talking. The seal couldn't understand him. But the talking aloud helped to calm the hammering of his heart, and hopefully it would help to calm the seal, too.

Though the seal did seem rather calm. Massimo hunted around in the boat's cabin for the first aid kit, producing a roll of bandages that he thought he could maybe get to work, at least to stem the bloodflow until he could reach a vet on the mainland.

With the roll of bandage in hand he returned, climbing the steps up out of the cabin onto the platform. But the seal was gone. In its place, huddled against the side of the boat and using an old bit of tarpaulin for modesty, was a woman.

A beautiful woman, at that. Her dark hair was wet, dripping at the ends, onto the olive skin of her shoulders. Her eyes were just as dark as the seal's had been, seemingly all black, and her long lashes fanned her cheeks as she looked away from him.

"Grazie, Signore," She said. Her voice was melodic but coarse, as though it had been a long time since she had used it. Slowly she turned hr gaze back to him. He mde a conscious effort to keep his mouth from gaping. "You saved my life."

Massimo stared. What else could he do?

"My name is Luna." She continued. "I'm very grateful to you."

Luna. Massimo looked towards the town, where the moon was beginning to rise. He looked down at the woman, at Luna, and finally found his voice.

"Mas- Massimo. My name is Massimo. And you're very welcome."

He had been resolutely staring at her face, but now he saw the blood still leaking, staining the floor.

"I've got bandages," he said. "For your leg."

Luna only nodded, saying no more. The fisherman cleared his throat and crouched down, blood and seawater staining his knees as he began to patch her up.

With the bandage applied, Massimo went to stand, when his eye caught something behind her. It looked like a blanket, or perhaps a cloak, made of silvery thread. When she caught him looking Luna hurried to push it further behind her back, staring at him again with those round, dark eyes.

It was her seal-skin. A selkie, Massimo thought. He had heard the tales, of course. He never thought he would come face to face with one, though.

He didn't want to frighten her. He blinked, shaking his head a little, and stood.

"I have a spare room," He said. "You can-- you can come back to the Mainland, if you wish. To rest until it heals. The blood..."

Luna looked at her leg, where the white bandage bloomed red. If that shark was still lurking, then no doubt it would smell the blood and come right back, he thought.

Evidently, she thought the same. "Bene." She agreed.

Massimo nodded and went to the bulkhead, glad for the distraction. He powered on the engine, and began the journey back to shore.

#swyntask #( journal. )

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moonrisecalamityretreat · 1 year

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Because I Love You | Yuriko | Event Reaction

“If we can't find our own families… then what if we became each other's family instead?”

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For Yuriko, family is everything.

Rather, it was the only thing they ever had. Yuriko didn’t grow up rich. They didn’t grow up with anyone else. No, the only thing they had was their dad, and their tiny apartment in Tokyo. They didn’t get to go to big parties or go on long beach trips, but they were still happy with what they had— smaller memories of an evening meal spent together, of prank wars, and playing pretend.

But, they saw things differently then. They didn’t see those memories for what they were. Instead, they pushed it all away— further and further, until one day they woke up and there was nothing left for them to return to.

Since then, Yuriko would pray the same thing:

I’m sorry.

Please, come back.

I’ll never push anyone away again.

But her prayers were never answered, and she was all alone.

No matter how many people she surrounds herself with, Yuriko never stops being lonely. She could attract the biggest crowd of the busiest streets in Tokyo, but it was no different than pouring water into the cracks of a vase. Each day comes and goes with the crack getting bigger and bigger as their search leads to nowhere, and eventually they end up on an airship in a bigger mess than they could get themselves out of.

But it’s not all so terrible, because there she meets Yvette.

At first, Yuriko finds her intimidating. Not so much that she is afraid, but because she is in awe. She is sharp, and everything she does feels purposeful and never wasted, plus she was also very pretty (She even calls her a pretty lady on their first meeting). However, none of it compares to the gentleness she shows around them. She checks on them, bandages their wounds, treats them with care that’s so familiar that it hurts.

With Yvette, or rather Mio Nomura, Yuriko regains something that they thought they would never have again.

They both spent years searching for loved ones they never got to say goodbye to, and it’s…something that they’ve never actually gotten to talk about with anyone aloud. It’s frightening, almost, but Yuriko learns, and she mourns, and she confides. She learns other things too: how to fish, how to cook— how to cherish a meal. And she feels warmth, so much warmth,

And Yuriko is loved,

And with all her heart, she loves her back.

“When you love someone, you would do anything to protect them...even if it wasn't what they wanted."

So, why…why couldn’t it have been enough to make her stay?

In some ways, it's their fault, isn't it?

Why couldn't they have convinced her just how important her life was to her?

The scream that erupts from Yuriko is raw, and jagged. It cuts through the air— a cry of pure agony, as if something had torn itself inside of them.

“Bring her back!”

She demands out loud to Whoever is listening.

“Bring her back to me!”

They curl over Mio’s lifeless hand, as if somehow it would bring the warmth back into her.

“Yvette— Mio—”

“Don’t leave. Please.”

Yuriko prays, and prays,

but no one ever answers.

#reaction #yuriko #submission

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ducky-died-inside · 2 years

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Thoughts Part 2: Camilo x Fem reader (platonic), Carlos x Fem reader (platonic)

Summary: You get to hear the aftermath of you running away, and decide to keep going....

Genre: Angst to Fluff

Notes: Your power is to hear thoughts! This is a sequel to my fic Thoughts. Read it here! In my last one, I said it was a month before the movie, but that was supposed to be a year. One more thing! I am not trying to villianize Alma! I am just writing what I think might've happened in this situation.

Warnings: Happy birthday may be translated incorrectly,

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You looked to your brothers after pulling out of the hug. Relief was on their faces, and their eyes were filled with happy tears.

"Let's camp here for the day, catch our breath and head back in the afternoon."

"Ok Cami."

There was a hitch in your voice, but they didn't notice. They couldn't tell what you were planning.

While they slept, relaxed now that they found you, you wrote them a note.

Dear Camilo and Carlos,

As you saw when you woke up, I'm not here. I'm still running. I love you both, but I'm not ready to go back yet. I don't know when I will be, or if I ever will be. All I know is that I can't go back to Abuela and everything else yet. Please, don’t come for me. I will come back when I am ready to face everyone. Please just go back home and help Mami. I'm sorry I can't say this to your face, but if I did, I would never be able to leave.

Love your hermana,

Y/N

You placed the note down where they thought you were going to be sleeping and got ready to run. Before you ran you whispered something to the wind.

"I'm sorry. I love you both. I'll try to come back someday."

After you said this, you ran.

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Dolores dropped her plate, tears streaming down her face.

"MAMI!"

"What is it, Dolores? Did they find her? Is she alright?"

Dolores just knelt on the floor, her shoulders shaking. She took a few minutes to calm down enough to talk. With tears in her eyes, she broke the news to her mami.

"Lo siento, Mami, but she's not coming back. She's fine and they found her, but she's not coming back."

Pepa burst into tears, the hopeful sun that was above her head turning into the biggest cloud of rain the Encanto had seen since her own wedding.

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Camilo and Carlos woke up, and looked around for you. As he looked, Camilo's eyes fell on the letter. He pointed it out to Carlos who was still looking around for you

"Carlos. What is that?"

"What is what?"

"That paper on the ground. What does it say?" Camilo's voice was shaky, guessing what the note said, but not wanting to believe it.

Carlos picked it up and read it aloud. By the time he was done, he was in tears along with Camilo. You could hear what was going through their heads, and it made you sob as you run.

So, that's it then? Our trio becomes a duo until she comes back and that might be never? We become Camilo and Carlos, the infamous duo of Encanto instead of the infamous trio?.....

Camilo's thoughts were sad and filled with hurt as he clutched his arms, giving himself a hug.

No, no, no, no, no, no! I can't lose her like this! I can't live without a third of me, can I? If she goes it's just me and Camilo, without her.....

Camilo looked over at his brother to see him pacing and muttering under his breath. He was running his fingers through his hair, pulling it out of his face.

"Everything will be just fine. We will be ok. We will just go back and tell Mami and Papi that their hija isn't coming back..."

His voice trailed off as he started to believe himself less and less.

"Dios mio, Camilo! What will we tell Mami and Papi? How do you tell someone that their daughter isn't coming home?"

"Dolores probably already did. She can hear us right now."

"What should we do? I don't know if I can go home without her."

Carlos rarely cried and you cried even less, so the past few days had been strange for Camilo to see both of you guys cry so much.

"I don't know, Carlos. We go home? That's kind of the only option she gave us, but I don't know if I have the strength to face everyone without her."

They sat there debating, and finally got up to leave. They were going to go home. They decided that they should go be there for their Mami, and everyone else. They were Camilo and Carlos, the sun and moon of Encanto, and they were coming home without their star.

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You were running hard and fast until you came across a clearing. You sat down and sobbed, tears running down your face. You were exhausted, this being the most you had ever cried in your life. You cried for their thoughts and their thoughts answered.

Why are we going back? We still need her. We still need Y/N. How will we go on without her?.....

We need Y/N, but we also need to go back. We need to be there for Mami. But we also need Y/N. I know but we can't. We have to leave her alone. That's what she wants.....

You collapsed on the ground from exhaustion, everyone's thoughts giving you a headache.

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Camilo and Carlos appeared in town a few days after finding you. They were on their way to the Casita, tears in their eyes as they walked through the town. They saw their family outside waiting for them, remorse on their faces. Pepa ran up to greet her sons, a rainy cloud over her head. She enveloped them in a big hug, the rest of the family joining them.

No one said anything, they just hugged and sobbed. Pepa stroked her son's heads and tried to calm down, as she was getting everything wet. Abuela didn't join the hug, feeling ashamed at being the cause of this, but not wanting to admit it was her fault. She slowly walked over to Pepa and touched her shoulder.

"Pepi? I understand losing a child like this, but you need to calm down. You're getting everyone all wet."

Pepa nodded and pulled away from the hug. Carlos glared at Abuela, but she thought nothing of it, as Carlos glared at her regularly. Anger was in his voice as he started to talk.

"Really, Abuela?! We can't enjoy a hug for one minute without you getting mad at us for something?!"

She stepped back, surprised by the venom in Carlos' voice.

"We have emotions for a reason, Abuela. I don't know what that reason is, but it sure as heck isn't to suppress them until you can't anymore!"

Abuela didn't say anything and just turned away to go inside the house.

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Time skip

It was your Fifteenth birthday. You had run away about six months ago. Camilo and Carlos celebrated with everyone else at the Casita while you lit your own candle and sung to yourself.

Feliz cumpleaños a nosotros, feliz cumpleaños a nosotros, feliz cumpleaños a los trillizos, feliz cumpleaños a nosotros. (translation) Happy Birthday to us, Happy birthday to us, Happy birthday to the triplets, Happy birthday to us.

You fell asleep that night, crying to the sound of your brother's thoughts.

Happy birthday, Y/N. I hope you're alright out there.....

Happy birthday. We're finally 15. Are you going to come back now?.....

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Time skip

It had been about a year since you'd left the Casita. The tension between Abuela and Carlos never left, but it never got addressed. Camilo called out to you with his thoughts every night before he went to bed.

Buenos noches, Y/N. Be safe out there, and come back soon....

For most people, life went back to normal and in one case got better after the shock of you leaving wore off. They figured it was just going to be like Bruno again, so why fret over it? For most of the family, their lives weren't changed too much, because you often spent your time in your room, or with your brothers.

For Camilo and Carlos? It made their lives way worse. They found themselves calling your name when they had a question, only to remember that you weren't there. They would make sure that Mirabel still set you a spot at the table, right in between them, only for it to stay empty night after night.

Camilo in particular had nightmares that you had died out there by yourself. He didn't tell that to anyone except for you and Carlos though. He constantly had one-sided conversations with you in his head. Sometimes the only thing that could give him hope was the fact that your door was still glowing. On the outside, to the townspeople, he acted the way he did before you left. All happy, funny and helpful. If they asked about you, his facade would drop and his smile would fall.

Carlos didn't change much on the outside, except he became even worse to the townspeople. Gone were the pranks and out came the fists. He got into more fights than he could count that first month you were gone. People would say that you were just being dramatic and that you would get over it and he just couldn’t hold back. On the inside, he was just going through the basic systems he needed to live.

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Today was the day of Antonio's gift ceremony and you could hear all the thoughts going through your family's heads.

My Tonito's night has to be perfect, it can't turn out a horrible disaster. If it turns out a disaster, I might lose another child and I can't handle that.....

Pepa's thoughts pierced you in the heart. She was still hurting from so long ago.

I wonder how Y/N is doing. Will she come back for the gift ceremony? Will she come back...Oh frigg, the flowers! The flowers......

Your Papi's thoughts were filled with worry for you and Tonito's ceremony.

Ok Camilo, you got this. You can make it without any breakdowns today. You are Camilo Madrigal, not Jose, not Mami, not anyone except for yourself.....

Camilo started going through some identity issues once you had left, no longer knowing who he was supposed to be without you. There were times that he forgot what he looked like and needed help from Carlos to remember.

Alright, Carlos. Time to start the day. Time to spend another day without her. Time to go spend the say with Tonito, make sure he's alright.....

Carlos marked off days on his calendar, counting the days since you'd left. 362. Almost a full year.

Dolores' thoughts were filed with sounds from everywhere, giving you an even bigger headache.

I'm getting my gift today! I wonder what it will be! I wonder if Y/N will come back today! That would be the best present.....

You stood up after hearing Antonio's thoughts. You needed to go back. They needed you. You almost went back after your birthday, but decided against it. You thought that Abuela might not let you in if you went back, but now, you didn't care anymore. You were going to go home and there was nothing Abuela could say or think to change your mind.

You grabbed the ruana you made a bit of time after your birthday. You had gone to a neighboring town and gotten supplies to make one that matched your brothers. It was orange and had stripes running up and down it. You threw it on over your head and set off, determined to actually make it home.

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You'd been traveling for a day when you reached the river. The thoughts from your family were frantic from the proposal dinner and Mirabel being in Bruno's vision. You'd somehow been faster coming back than when you'd left. Maybe your legs had just gotten longer. It's not like you would've noticed anyway. It just then occurred to you that you'd grown up since you left. Your muscles were bigger and you were taller. Would they even recognize you?

You shook off your doubts and crossed the river. As you came around the mountain, you heard Carlos and Camilo's thoughts. They were a little mopey, and were walking around town. As you passed Casita, you decided to surprise them in the square. You spot a red ruana and a yellow one. You run to scare them from behind, your orange ruana flapping behind you.

"Boo."

You whispered in their ears and they turned around, startled. They look at you and tears start to well up in their eyes.

"Y/N? Is it actually you?"

You nodded at them and hugged them both.

"Dios mio, I missed you guys."

"You came back."

Carlos' voice was soft as he hugged you.

"Of course I did. I couldn't spend another second away from you guys."

After a few seconds, you all pulled out of the hug. Camilo looked you up and down, letting out a low whistle.

"Look at you! You're so tall! And muscular! What happened to you? Also, what's this? We are all matching now!"

"A year of physical exercise to keep my mind off of the mental exercise. It became a good escape from everyone's thoughts. And I made this shortly after our 15th birthday. I figured I needed something new after my quinceañera since I missed it."

Carlos noticed something while you were standing next to Camilo.

"Wait... Camilo, stand back to back with Y/N. I want to check something."

"You actually think...."

You guys stood back to back while Carlos measured. He sighed and looked at Camilo.

"Sorry, hermano. You are tallest no longer."

"NOOOOOOO! My title! I fought to keep it for so long!"

When you guys were younger, you and Camilo had a "who is the tallest" contest and Camilo was usually the taller of you two, but now you had snuck ahead. Carlos didn't join in on the contest, but he did watch and was very amused.

"Yes! The crown is mine! I am the tallest triplet!"

Camilo groaned and took a paper crown out of his pocket.

"Wait you still have that?! We made that so long ago!"

"Yes, he still has it after all these years, but no longer. He must relinquish the crown to you, Queen Y/N, the tallest of them all."

You laughed at your brothers antics and hugged them both again.

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The three of you walked back to the Casita, talking about what you did for the last year. You were going to go say hello to your Mami, but realized you were walking into the middle of a confrontation between Abuela and Mirabel.

"What is going on in here?!"

Abuela's voice rang through the Casita.

"Abuela! It's alright! We're going to save the miracle!"

"What are you talking about? Look at the Casita, your sister!"

"No, no. Isabela wasn't happy-"

"Of course she wasn't happy! You just ruined her proposal!"

"No she needed me to ruin her proposal, cause than we hugged and made the Candle glow brighter!"

"Mirabel.."

"That's why I'm in the vision! I'm saving the miracle."

"This has to stop, Mirabel!"

You stepped back into your brothers arms, Abuela's voice bringing back memories of when you had first left.

"The cracks started with you. Bruno left because of you. Luisa's losing her gift, Isabela's out of control, because of you! I don't know why you weren't given a gift, but it is not an excuse to hurt this family!"

You tried to hear Abuela's thoughts, but her head was in a panic, not thinking about her words before she said them.

"I will never be good enough for you, will I?"

Mirabel's words brought you back and you looked at her.

"Luisa won't be strong enough, Isabela won't be perfect enough, Bruno and Y/N left because you only saw the worst in them!"

"Bruno and Y/N don't care about this family-"

You shrinked back further into your brothers, not wanting to hear Abuela's words.

"They love this family. I love this family. We all love this family! You're the one who doesn't care! You're the one breaking our home!"

"Don’t you ever-"

"The miracle is dying because of you!"

Everyone gasped, shocked.

"The Candle!"

Your Papi's voice brought you out of your stupor, and you looked at the candle.

"Casita, get me up there!"

You saw Mirabel rush towards the direction of the candle as Casita let down a banister for Mirabel to use as a ladder. Camilo immediately went for the second level, trying to get Mirabel. Isabela swung on one of her vines, trying to help her sister.

As you ran out to help them, your powers gave out. You were confused at why your mind was so quiet, and froze. While you were frozen in place, Casita was trying to get people out of itself. The floors were rolling and they knocked you down. The impact of hitting the ground made you pass out, and Casita rolled you against the wall to avoid any debris.

Carlos saw this and called out your name. He tried to go inside the Casita, but it wouldn't let him.

"Let me in! I just got her back, and I can't lose her again! I can't live through that again!"

He knelt on the ground and cried. Camilo joined him once he realized that you were still in there.

I just got her back, I can't lose her again....(you can't hear this BTW. You have no powers also you're unconscious)

Pepa went over to comfort her sons, but stopped herself. She went through something similar with Bruno and thought it was best to just let them cry.

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Once all the dust settled, Camilo and Carlos were the first ones searching the rubble. It wasn't hard to find you, as Carlos had seen where you rolled to. Luckily, there was nothing on top of you, a piece of wall making a ramp over your body.

"Y/N?"

You stirred at the sound of Camilo's voice as he and Carlos pulled you out of the rubble.

"Hey, hermanos. I'm still here. I'm not leaving anytime soon. We missed so much time together and I'm not wasting any more of it."

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This one is done! This might be the fastest I have ever written one of these!

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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Full Service {Maurizio Gucci x Reader}

author’s notes: hellooo! this idea was rolling around in my brain for a while, but it took a bit for me to get it just right. so, here’s the final finished product!

**I used a translation app for all of the Italian in this story, so I apologize for any mistakes or grammatical errors. all Italian will be in italics, with the translations following the dialogue in parenthesis.

**This is MY OWN INTERPRETATION of Maurizio Gucci’s character, as portrayed by Adam Driver in the upcoming film, House Of Gucci.

warnings: smut. maurizio calling reader “tesoro”™️. a tiny bit of fluff at the very end. maid/boss roleplay (lowkey?? except reader’s actually a maid lol). oral. no aftercare. dirty talk and name-calling/degradation, but in italian ;)

(possible) tw’s: indifelity/extramarital affair. implied age gap (reader is over 21, no more than 10 years difference).

word count: 2.7k

“Tesoro” means “Treasure” in Italian (an affectionate nickname).

You’d just begun cleaning the marbled kitchen when Mr. Gucci arrives home. You turn around and offer him a small smile, which he ignores, shrugging the briefcase off his shoulder.

He immediately walks into his office and shuts the door without a single word or glance, and you probably wouldn’t see him again for the rest of the evening. That’s usually how it went. Patrizia wasn’t home yet, a surprise considering she’s usually home all day when you come to clean.

You’ve developed quite the crush for Mr. Gucci as of late, although you’d never admit it aloud. He was a bit older than you, not to mention married. But, you couldn’t help it, he was unbelievably handsome, successful, and quick-witted when he wanted to be. Usually after a drink or two.

But, he was a man very dedicated to his work, which often left him with a stern demeanor and a harsh tone of voice. He barely paid you mind, especially not when work was waiting for him in his office.

You continued to clean for another hour or so; it was a mansion, after all, and the kitchen was at least three times the size of your bedroom. Plus, the extensive marble surfaces and stainless steel appliances require your full service. You were so immersed in your work that you didn’t even notice Mr. Gucci’s presence behind you.

Only when you turned around did you realize not only him, but the close proximity between your bodies. You gasp, backing up against the cabinetry.

“Oh! Signore Gucci, mi scuso. Non sapevo che ci fossi.” (Oh! Mr. Gucci, my apologies. I didn’t know you were there.)

His eyes look you up and down for a brief moment before returning to meet yours, a soft smile pulling at his lips.

“Va bene, piccoletto. Non volevo farti da parte.” (It’s alright, little one. I didn’t mean to startle you.)

He sighs, looking away.

“Volevo informarvi che Patrizia non tornera stasera. Ha deciso di restare la notte in una casa di amici.” (I wanted to inform you that Patrizia won’t be coming back this evening. She’s decided to stay the night at a friends house.)

You could sense that there was something else going on, but you didn’t prod further, deciding that it was none of your business. You nod up at him, a bit confused as to why he’s telling you this. And why he has to be standing so damn close to tell you.

“Grazie per avermi informato, signore. Ho quasi finito di pulire la giornata, quindi saro via tra un’ora circa.” (Thank you for letting me know, sir. I am almost done cleaning for the day, so I’ll be gone in an hour or so.)

Maurizio reaches his hand up to hold the side of your face, thumb swiping across your bottom lip. You freeze, tensing beneath his touch.

“Da quando hai iniziato a lavorare qui, ho trovato sempre piu difficile concentrarsi sul mio lavoro. Sai perche, piccoletto?” (You know, ever since you began working here, I’ve found it more and more difficult to focus on my work. Do you know why that is, little one?)

“No, signore, non lo so.” (No, sir, I don’t know.)

He runs a single finger down from my lips, tracing a straight line over my throat before it toys with the collar of my uniform.

“La tua uniforme...mi sta distrando.” (Your uniform is...distracting for me.)

The breath hitches in your throat as his fingers rub the material of the smoothed-down collar. His gaze flicks down to where his thumb and forefinger are.

“Quando ti vedo,” (Whenever I see you,)

He begins, leaning in a little closer.

“Trovo che i miei pantaloni cominciino a sentirsi stretti, il che e strano perche ho sistemato tutto il mio costume.” (I find that my pants begin to feel tight, which is strange because I have all of my suits custom fitted.)

You nearly choke on your breath as his hand travels down the curves of your body, traversing the scoop of your hip before resting just above the hem of your uniform dress.

“E strano, sig. Gucci.” (That is odd, Mr. Gucci.)

His hand begins massaging the side of your thigh gently, and he leans down just a bit further, mouth now right in front of your ear. His hot breath sends a chill down your spine.

“Sta succedendo adesso, in effetti. Pensi di potermi aiutare con questo problema, Y/N?” (It’s happening right now, in fact. Do you think you could help me with this problem, Y/N?)

He presses you up against the cabinets, bodies flush together. A small groan escapes his lips when his obvious erection slides on your lower stomach.

You’ve never been as perplexed and aroused as you are in this moment. The burn between your thighs is nearly unbearable, and as much as you hate to admit it, you wanted this.

“Sono al suo servizio, signore.” (I am at your service, sir.)

Maurizio smirks, hooking a finger under the hem and pulling the stretchable fabric of your uniform dress out, then releasing it, allowing it to snap back into place on your outer thigh.

“In ginocchio, piccoletto.” (On your knees then, little one.)

Without hesitation, you slide down onto your knees, mouth watering as you look up at him, awaiting his next command. He cups your cheek, gently swiping his thumb across your cheekbone.

“Bellissima e obbediente, capisco. Bene, bene.” (Beautiful and obedient, I see. Good, good.)

You bite your lip as he pats your cheek, then runs a hand over the bulge in his pants, sighing softly at the contact. His fingers curl up underneath, cupping and squeezing his balls while his thumb presses down on the head, rubbing it. He groans, letting out a shaky breath afterwards.

“Vedi cosa mi fai fare, Y/N? Devo scendere e massaggiarmi cosi, togliendo tempo di lavoro prezioso.” (Do you see what you make me do, Y/N? I have to reach down and rub myself like this, taking away precious work time.)

You’re soaked already, clit throbbing, begging for attention. You whine softly, chewing your lip as you resist the urge to lunge forward and run your face over his clothed length.

He smirks.

“Questo ti eccita, piccolo? Ti piace immaginarmi di toccarmi cosi nel mio ufficio?” (Does that thought excite you, little one? Do you like imagining me touching myself like this in my office?)

Your eager nod only spurs him on, hips pushing forward into his palm. He quickly takes his hand away, taking a small step closer so that the bulge is mere centimeters from your lips. Your jaw slacks and your breath becomes hot and heavy, mouth eager to worship him.

His large hand gently wraps around the back of your head, pushing your head forward, encouraging you to touch him. You don’t require any further invitation, mouthing at his length while your nose drags against it.

He widens his stance, spreading his legs apart as his hips start to grind against your mouth.

“Oh, e cosi entusiasta. Mi piace, merda.” (Oh, she’s so eager. I love it, shit.)

The back of your head begins to hurt as it’s pressed further and further against the cabinet handles, but you don’t care, reaching around to grab his ass to pull him further into you. Even he seems surprised by this, asscheeks clenching as he suddenly thrusts forward with a low grunt.

Maurizio wraps his hands in your hair, keeping you still as he pulls back, chest heaving slightly. His pupils are blown wide and he grabs your chin, thumb pressing down into the flesh.

“Apri bene.” (Open wide.)

He says, grinning down at you as he begins pulling his belt buckle loose.

Soon, he undoes his pants and pulls himself out from beneath the restrictive material, humming in satisfaction as his length bobs in front of you. His hands rest on either side of your head as he guides his weeping head towards your mouth. You open for him, and he leans forward, pushing into your mouth.

You immediately begin choking and gagging, but he just keeps going, pushing inch after inch inside. His abdomen tenses and his back curls when he’s shoved all of himself in your mouth, letting out a shaky exhale.

“Cosi, oh bella ragazza, e cosi bella la bocca.” (That’s it, oh good girl, such a good mouth.)

You’re forced to remain still as your throat constricts, head pinned against the cabinets with his hands on either side. Once you adjust to the new intrusion, Maurizio pulls back before thrusting forward again, growling under his breath.

“Cazzo, e una cosa buona per me.” (Fuck, that’s good, so good for me.)

All you can do is moan as your boss begins fucking your mouth, eyelids brimming with tears at the constant touch of his tip on your uvula. He bends over, supporting himself on the counter with an arm while his hand tightens in your hair, thrusts getting faster.

“Guarda questa bocca che mi allunga per il cazzo. Che brava ragazza, prendendo il cazzo dei capi come se fosse troia.” (Look at this little mouth stretching out for my cock. What a good girl, taking her bosses cock like the slut she is.)

You moan loudly, hand swiftly snaking down between your legs, fingertips pressing on the throbbing nub to provide relief. When he sees you do this, it only seems to encourage him further, one foot scooting forward so that he’s now almost completely bent over you.

His hips are becoming desperate, now, losing their rhythm as his inevitable release builds.

“Ah, sapevo che avresti avuto una bella bocca, Y/N. Ho sempre saputo che saresti ansioso di prendere il mio uccello, disposto a lasciarti usare cosi.” (Ah, I knew you’d have a good little mouth, Y/N. I always knew you’d be eager to take my cock, willing to let me use you like this.)

You’re sobbing around him now, tears streaming down your cheeks at the sheer intensity of the arousal you’re experiencing. He looked so good like this: hair a mess, glasses fogged, panting and grunting with each thrust, all while he slams his cock into your mouth without relent.

Suddenly, he pulls out and stumbles back, hands gripping the edge of the countertop as he catches his breath. He stares down at you with a look of pure hunger, of carnal lust, and it makes you shudder.

“Alzati e piegati al bancone. Subito.” (Stand up and bend yourself over the counter. Now.)

He strokes himself rapidly as you stand up on shaky legs and bend over, spreading your legs. He’s quick to come up behind you, grabbing your hips to pull you back a bit so that your hips were off the edge.

You gasp when he yanks the skirt up over your hips, revealing your creamy globes and the red lace thong nestled between them. He growls, making quick work of your panties, shoving them down off your hips before running his fingers along your folds delicately, just barely brushing them.

Maurizio smirks when your hips try to grind down on him, seeking the friction you so desperately needed. He smacks your ass promptly, causing a choked cry to leave your throat.

“Stai fermo, Y/N.” (Stay still, Y/N.)

Two of his digits suddenly breach your soaked entrance, pushing up into you. You gasp softly, hips jerking slightly as he begins fucking his thick fingers up into you. His hand spreads across your lower back, keeping you still as he curls his digits up to rub and tease that spongy spot on your walls.

“C-Cazzo, sig. Gucci, ti prego. Scopami, la voglio cosi male.” (F-Fuck, Mr. Gucci, please. Please fuck me, I want it so badly.)

He grins, giving your g-spot a few more rubs before pulling his fingers out, smearing the slick over your lips.

“Succhiali, piccoletto. Assaggiati sulle dita.” (Suck them, little one. Taste yourself on my fingers.)

You open your mouth and moan around his digits as you suck them clean, tongue swirling around them before he takes them out. His tip pokes at your entrance and he runs himself over your folds to collect some lubricant before positioning himself behind you.

“Pronta?” (Ready?)

You don’t even have time to respond before he shoves his hips forward, sheathing himself fully inside you. Your eyes almost bug out of your skull before squeezing shut, a loud gasp coming from your lips. He isn’t necessarily hung, but he’s certainly the biggest and thickest you’ve ever taken.

His fingers dig into your hips as he remains still, allowing you to adjust to his size. After a moment, he draws back before thrusting forward again, building a steady rhythm with his hips. Small noises come from his lips as he fucks you into the countertop.

“Si, cazzo. Cosi stretto e piccolo, sapevi di sentirti bene circondato dal mio uccello.” (Yes, fuck yes. So tight and little, knew you’d feel good wrapped around my cock.)

Your insides clench at his whispered words.

“Quante volte ci ha pensato, signore?” (How many times have you thought of this, sir?)

“Troppi per contare.” (Too many to count.)

He growls, hips suddenly bucking forward out-of-rhythm.

“Ogni volta che mi sono toccata, ho pensato a te, a questa stronzetta. Mi chiedevo se fossi stretto e ho pensato che sarebbe bello dividerla a meta con il mio cazzo.” (Every time I touched myself, I thought of you, of this little cunt. I wondered if you’d be tight, and I thought of how good it’d feel to split you in half with my cock.)

Maurizio puts his hand under your thigh and puts it up on the counter, bending down so his chin rests on your shoulder.

“Te lo sei immaginato anche questo, piccolo? Hai pensato a me quando ti sei toccata?” (Did you imagine this too, little one? Did you think about me when you touched yourself?)

You nod.

“Si, signore. Ti pensavo cosi, immaginavo che fossero le tue dita dentro di mi invece che le mie.” (I did, sir. I thought of you like this, imagined it was your fingers inside me instead of my own.)

“Ragazza sporca.” (Dirty girl.)

He snarls, pounding into you harder, hips spurred on by your words.

You’re close, now, walls beginning to pulse around him. He feels this, one hand wrapping around your throat while the other trails down around your front, fingers seeking your clit.

His hand tightens around your neck, fingers gripping your jaw.

“Lo sento, tu sei vicino, piccolo. Forze, sborra intorno al mio uccello. Copri il tuo capo nella sporca fiaca e mostragli che porchetta sei.” (I can feel it, you’re close, little one. Come on, cum around my cock. Cover your boss in your filthy slick, show him what a little slut you are.)

With only a few circles over your erect clit, coupled with his cock stroking your walls rapidly and the dirty manner in which he was speaking to you, your release comes within seconds. You moan hoarsely, lungs depleted of some oxygen as his hand tightens around your throat.

“Cazzo, arrivo!” (Fuck, I’m cumming!)

He ruts desperately into you, chasing his climax as he fucks you through yours. At the last minute, he pulls out, furiously jerking his cock before thick hot ropes of cum shoot from his tip, painting your bare ass. He grunts and groans through the whole thing, stroking himself through it before squeezing the head, letting the final drop land on your skin.

Both of you take a moment to catch your breaths and re-center yourselves in reality. Maurizio tucks himself back into his pants before walking over to grab a paper towel, wetting it slightly. He wipes all the drying seed off of your skin for you, bending down to pull your panties back up and your dress back down.

Your legs are shaky as you stand back up, smoothing out the front of your uniform. Much to your surprise, Mr. Gucci didn’t leave right away, instead turning you around and bending down for a kiss.

The kiss was gentle and tender, a stark contrast to everything that's happened up until this point. His large hand cupped your cheek and his thumb ran along your cheekbone before he pulled away, offering you a small smile.

“Grazie, piccolo.” (Thank you, little one.)

You return the smile.

“Certo, signore.” (Of course, sir.)

Turns out, the marble and stainless steel weren’t the only things that required your full service today.

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(Y/N) finally came out of his room, with the baby turtle chirping happily on top of his head. He watched as his older sister gave a forced smile to their Abuela as she sang praises to her. "Such a perfect match." "So perfect." Isabela agreed. "And so good for the Encanto." The two woman continued to walk and talk, and (Y/N) tilted his head, before shrugging and began walking down the stairs to head towards the village.

He was greeted by several of the townsfolks,, helping them here and there before finally making his way to Natalia's house and knocked on the door, before sitting on the stairs nearby. The tiny creature on his head chirped happily, making him look up at it. "Oh sorry 'bout the bubbles, little tortuga. I'm just nervous." (Y/N) finished popping the squiggle lines over his head just as Nat popped her head out, and sat next to him. "(Y/N), there you are! Missed you at our morning run, is everything okay?"

Gray eyes looked over (Y/N)'s body as if scanning for injuries. She rubbed some sweat off her face, leaving a streak of (f/c) paint on her cheek. (Y/N) huffed a laugh, turning towards the river, and using the water to pull some of Isabela's darker Lillies of May from their spots and began playing with Natalia's hair, making her laugh and let the man do as he pleased.

(Y/N) usually did this when he was feeling stressed but didn't want to be alone. "Natalie, would you like to come over for dinner tonight? It's Isabela's engagement." He spoke softly, before feeding the turtle on his head. "Claro. Let me just finish this piece I've been working on, and then I'll shower, and be right over." The turtle crawled over to the edge of (Y/N)'s and chirped at the woman. She blinked before grinning and squealing, making (Y/N) jump, looking at her like she'd lost her mind.

Natalia stood up, and got closer to the little reptile on her friend's head, oblivious to how close her chest was to the Madrigal's face, making exclamation bubbles appear. "Ay, Dios Mio! The babies hatched?" She cooed, before shrieking when she was suddenly up in the air, the river water spitting her out, before going back to the river. (Y/N)'s cheeks were ablaze as he cupped the rainbow turtle in his hand.

"S-Sorry. But Elena here doesn't like people in her personal space." (Y/N) refused to meet Natalia's eyes, as Elena cuddled his hand. Natalia laughed, brushing her hair out her face. "No, I'm sorry. I just got so excited because we've been waiting forever for them to hatch. Sorry (Y/N), sorry Elena." She cooed, holding out a leaf to the turtle. Elena looked at her with a suspicious look, and turned to the Madrigal questioning.

He nudged her with a single finger, smiling as she happily chewed on the leaf. (Y/N) smiled as the two bonded before he looked up at the sky. "Ah, lo siento, Nat. But I gotta go help prepare for dinner." He stood up, dusting his pants off and waited patiently for Elena to crawl back on his head. "No problema, I'll be there in about 10 minutes." She kissed his cheek and walked inside the house.

(Y/N) rubbed his cheek where she kissed, and smiled goofily as heart bubbles popped over his head. Isabela bumped into her brother, and teased him with a grin that seems sweet to others, but (Y/N) knew better, that was her teasing grin she usually reserved for him. "Oooh, I saw that hermanito! It's about time!" She poked and prodded at her brother as they made their way to Casita.

They parted ways, and (Y/N) checked in with Mirabel.

(In Mirabel's room)

Mirabel was rushing into her room, after her run in with Abuela. "Mirabel, are you okay?" (Y/N) asked, following her. "Yep." she replied distracted before realizing she had a visitor. "(Y/N)! Just the guy I needed to see! Look." She showed him two pieces of green glass, revealing her figure. "Oh, you found Tio Bruno's vision. Espera, are those cracks in Casita?" He asked, Elena chirping on his head. The two siblings turned toward Mirabel's dresser as Mirabel wondered aloud. "Why am in your vision, Bruno?"

Thunder clapped, making the two siblings jump and turn to see their Tia Pepa in the doorway with a crate. "Tia! Jeez." Mirabel sighed, as (Y/N) willed himself to unfreeze his hands, and comforted Elena, making Pepa offer the two a sweet, apologetic smile.

"Sorry. Sorry, I-I didn't mean to..." She eyed the cloud over her head, scowling before shoving the cloud away. "Shoo, shoo, shoo!" Pepa slammed the door on the cloud, sighing as the sun came out again. "I just wanted to get the last of Tonito's things, and then I heard the name we do not speak." She whispered, covering Antonio's teddy bear's ears, before scowling at the cloud that formed again.

"Great. Now I'm thundering, and that thunder will lead to a drizzle will lead to a sprinkle---" She inhaled sharply before her sobrino spoke up. "It's okay, Tia. Clear skies, clear skies." He placed a hand on the woman's shoulder and watched as the cloud disappeared. "Here, let me help you." Pepa smiled cheerfully, as the two began packing Antonio's last little bit of stuff.

"Tia Pepa? If Bru--ooooo, if he had a vision, about someone, what would it mean for them?" Mirabel hesitated, before rushing her question. "We don't talk about Bruno." Pepa squeezed some water out from Antonio's socks, as (Y/N) began making the water into a halo that surrounded Pepa but didn't get her wet, while silently questioning Mirabel.

"I know, I know. It's just hypothetically, if he saw you--" "Mirabel, please! We need to get ready for the Guzmans." Pepa waved away her cloud, before turning back to the dresser. "I just wanna know if it was generally positive or less positive--" "It was a nightmare!" Felix suddenly burst into the room. "FELIX!" Pepa yelled, scowling at her husband.

(Y/N) jumped, yelping as Elena fell from his head, before catching her and cradling her in his hand. "Hey, she needs to know, Pepi. She needs to know." "We don't talk about Bruno." Hissed Pepa as she placed a finger on Felix's mouth, who just used her hand to emphasize. "He would see something terrible and then--" The man in yellow started to make ticking noises before imitating a thunderclap. "Boom! It would happen." "We don't talk about Bruno!" Pepa tried again, sassily moving her neck and waving her finger.

"What if you didn't understand what he saw?" Mirabel asked, as (Y/N) moved closer to his sister, curious to see where this was going. "Then you better figure it out, because he was coming for you." Felix teased his niece before Pepa had enough. She pushed the two apart, and sang:

"Pepa :We don't talk about Bruno, no,no,no.

P:We don't talk about Bruno, but!

P:It was my wedding day

Felix:(It was our wedding day)

P:We were getting ready and there wasn't a cloud in the sky

F:(No clouds allowed in the sky)

P:Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin

F:(Thunder!)

P:You telling the story or am I?

F:(I'm sorry, mi vida, go ooooonnnn)

P: Bruno says it looks like rain

F: (Why did he tell her?)

P: In doing so he floods my brain!

F: (Abuela gets the umbrellaaaasss.)

P: Married in a hurricane!

F: What a joyous day, but anyway

Both: We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no...We don't talk about BRUNOOOOOO"'

"Dolores: Hey! Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering and stumbling

D: I can always hear him muttering and mumbling

D: I associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch ch ch"

The three began dancing with their hips as Dolores climbed up some boxes to get her point across.

"D: It's a heavy lift with a Gift so humbling

D: Always left Abuela and the family fumbling

D:Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand

D: Do you understand?"

Camilo popped out of the shadows, and smirked mischievously at his primos, as he shapeshifted into Nightmare Bruno and danced with the rats.

"Camilo: Seven foot frame! Rats along his back

C:When he calls your name, it all fades to black

C: Yeah, he sees your dreams, and feasts on your screams."

The two Madrigals fell down a sand pit, (Y/N) catching Mirabel as Camilo growled in the dark.

"All: We don't talk about Bruno, no,no,no (D: No, no...We don't talk about Bruno)

Alejandra: He told me my fish would die, the next day...dead! (No, no!)

Gustavo: He told me I'd grow a gut, and just like he said!

Father Sebastian: He said that all my hair would disappear, now look at my head!

All: Your fate is sealed when your prophcey is read!"

(Y/N) had enough and began rapping with his sister Isabela, as she sang.

"Isabela: He told me that the life of my dreams would be promised and someday be mine

(Y/N): See, they don't wanna talk about Bruno, 'cause Bruno always told the truth

(Y/N): Treated him like the black sheep of the family, all because he has a Gift no one was used to.

Isabela: He told me that my power would grow like the grapes on the vine. "

Abuela: OYE, Mariano's on his way!"

"D/ (Y/N): He told me that the woman/man of my dreams would be just out of reach

Y/N: Because I'm betrothed to another.

D: Betrothed to another It's like I can hear him now."

Isa: Hey sis, I want not a sound out of you.

D:I can hear him now, I hear him now."

Mirabel: Umm, Bruno...yeah, about that Bruno, I really need to know about Bruno, give me the truth and the whole truth Brunooooo"

C: Isabela, your boyfriend's here!

Madrigals: Time for dinner!

Seven foot frame,rats along his back when he calls your name, it all fades to black//It was my wedding day/No clouds allowed in the sky/. I can always hear him muttering and mumbling, I associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch ch ch//He told me the life of my dreams would be promised and someday be mine//See, they don't wanna talk about Bruno, 'cause Bruno always told the truth//You telling the story or am I?

"Seven foot frame, rats along his back, when he calls your name it all fades to black, yeah he sees YOUR dreams and feasts on your screams//Bruno says it looks like rain, Abuela gets the umbrellas!//Girl of my dreams would be just out of reach, Betrothed to another, another//My power would grow like the grapes on the vine and I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.

HE'S HERE!!

Madrigals: Don't talk about Bruno!

Mirabel: Why did I talk about Bruno?

Madrigals: Not a word about Bruno!

Mirabel: I never should've brought up Bruno!"

(A/N: So just like in the movie, they're all singing together, but I just colored the words so you knew who was singing what. At the end when Dolores is singing about liking Mariano, (Y/N) is singing with her but is singing about wishing to be with Natalia. Don't worry, (Y/N) is gonna get his own song too.)

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Every Glance A Step Closer

Prompt: Glances | AO3 link here. Connect with me on Twitter. Happy SS Month everyone! 🌸🍅🥗 @ssskmonth

“This one barely goes out of her laboratory. I swear to god she smells like formaline.”

“He smells like the dust and cobwebs in the library. I cannot even pronounce what he’s doing – archi…something. I just know he handles lots of old papers and books. B-o-r-i-n-g.”

“So anyway, Haruno Sakura meet Uchiha Sasuke.”

This was her one free day in her experiment period week, but she needed to steam off for a night and so she allowed her friend to tug her along for a chill night drink. What Sakura didn’t expect was to socialize with a small group of people in their year and to suffer the cold indifference of the guy in front of her.

To her another surprise, he held out a hand to her. “Hello there.” She took it, slightly conscious whether she used her formaline-cancelling hand lotion. A brief and firm shake and he quicky turned away.

“Sasuke finally speaks.”

“That hello sounded a little spicier.”

“Oh my, that hand holding definitely had some electricity.”

The cajoling and teasing finally stopped when the first round of beers came in. Local university gossip was the go-to conversation opener, from the open secret student-teacher relationships to recent couple break-ups. It eventually led to Sasuke and his list of confessions.

“I heard you turned down Mio from fashion design department.”

“No way. I heard she was approached by Celine for a gig.”

“Really Sasuke? That makes her the fifth girl you dumped for this week alone.”

“You never actually had a girlfriend, did you?”

Sakura stared at him doe-eyed, genuinely curious of his answer. He returned her gaze and raised one brow. “I have high standards.”

Oh wow, what a douche, Sakura thought. Hoots erupted in their table but only for a few seconds. While the drinking and the exchanges went on, Sakura found herself wanting to go home early. She was bored and her neck was tired from not looking at him. Under the guise of stretching her already strained neck, she stole a glance, hoping to have a brief moment to take in all of his features and remember his face.

But he was already looking at her. His eyes went to the door of the restaurant then back to her. Bored? He mouthed.

Sakura looked at the door, knowing perfectly what he meant. She chugged her supposedly last bottle of beer and made a small gap with her thumb and index finger. He caught her signal and started to stand up. Their group was tipsy enough not to notice their sudden movements as they shuffled out of the door.

She halted after a few steps, Sasuke’s figure already paces in front of her, wondering whether she should say goodbye or just walk towards the opposite direction back to her apartment. She didn’t think too much of it and quickly chose the latter.

She had to get ice cream first though, a sugar rush to help jolt her senses awake. She was choosing between chocolate and strawberry when a large figure stood beside her.

“A vanilla one, please,” Sasuke said, looking smug with his hands both in his pockets. “Your treat.”

Sakura felt weirded out by the fact that he actively kept on engaging her. His reputation preceded him, but she decided to humor him for tonight. “So library science and you’re an archivist.”

“Intern archivist actually. So you actually know me.” There was arrogance in his voice that made Sakura almost choke on her ice cream.

“Process of elimination. There is no male major in our year in the History department.” She glanced at him and saw that smug look slowly transition into a slight flush of embarrassment. Cute.

“And what if it was a hobby?” Sasuke fiddled with his still unopened vanilla ice cream.

“There was a job posting in the bulletin specifically calling for Library Science students.” Their feet led them to the park still bustling with university night life and settled on a bench under the canopy of a fully bloomed dogwood tree. “See, I’m not your admirer.”

“Well, that’s a downer,” he smirked.

They talked like that for a while, fleetingly exploring related topics to their degree programs, the usual prominent teachers, the busy schedules, until Sakura finished her chocolate and strawberry popsicles. It was on her way home, finally this time, that she realized he never ate his ice cream.

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She next saw him on their building’s rooftop with a group of friends, a piece of unsmoked cigarette in between his fingers. He quickly met her eyes, did a brief nod, and looked away. She inadvertently expected more than that but she wasn’t here for a smoke break, and it wasn’t her intention to take it further. She was here for a quick getaway from her microscope and to appreciate the city view dotted with the flowers of spring.

He kept glancing her way, however. He would be in the middle of a conversation and his eyes would stray to her, and she would catch it in her periphery, trying not to notice it. She got tired after a few repetitions of this, and the next time he glanced, she caught his gaze.

Stop it, she mouthed.

I’m bored, he mouthed back. Walk with me. His fingers mimicked the gesture, his fingers walking in the air.

She put her hands together and slightly bowed in apology. Next time, she winked at him before running back to her laboratory, a small smile painted on her lips.

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It became like this for the next few weeks; they conversed through glances and awkward gestures whenever they were in public with their friends. When it was time to come home, they would walk in separate ways and meet again in the park under the same dogwood tree and they would converse for hours. It was mostly Sakura word-vomiting about her experiments while Sasuke would look at her with abandoned fascination.

“Stop doing that,” Sakura called him out one time.

“Stop doing what?” Sasuke asked, his ember eyes never leaving her face.

“You stare too much I feel like I’m melting.”

Sasuke made a small grunt and wore his hoodie over his head to mess with her more. He waved his hands on both sides of his face, and she immediately understood the reference of a horse having its blinders on. “Good because usually I’m the one being stared at.”

Sakura reached out to his hoodie and tightened the strings around his neck. “You’re hopeless.”

He leaned forward, almost touching her lips, his face still between her palms. “Hmm, maybe I am.”

Sakura moved away just as quickly as he moved into her personal space, a hot flush creeping to her cheeks. She hated this particular situation since blushing always made her look like a cherry tomato.

“Cute.” Sasuke apparently said his thoughts aloud because he was taken aback the moment she glanced back at him. “Cool, I said cool.”

She laughed this off just as he completely covered his face inside his hoodie.

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She visited the basement section of the library for reference materials. Her writeup was due tomorrow and she was missing a section on historical evolution of vaccines and dosages for the viral DNA she uncovered. The small library slip in her hand, she made her way to the dimly lit rows on Biology. The shelves were twice taller than her, but there were spaces in between stacked books.

Would make it very easy to spot a ghost, Sakura chided to herself. A shadow moved along the row adjacent to the Biology section, but she dismissed this as the library staff. Her fingers traced the spines of ragged books and examined the list of recommended titles in her hand. When she raised her head, ember eyes stared back at her between the spaces of the opposite row.

Hi, Sasuke mouthed. He glanced around and seeing no one, he whispered, “Can I come over to your side?”

She found it hard to stop her grin from rising. “More eyes, the better.”

It took only a few minutes for Sasuke to find all the titles in her list, but they littered around, walking in between shelves, taking one random book and flipping its pages, stopping when they find something interesting. When heavy footfalls were heard on the stairs, Sakura inclined her head, gesturing she needed to go.

Sasuke seemed to misunderstand as he pulled her through the sleeve of her cardigan to the area further behind the room, and as the shadows grew darker, and the noise became more muted, she heard the racing beat of her heart.

Finally reaching the wall, Sasuke slumped to the floor and patted the space beside him. Sakura followed suit, consciously leaving a space between them as she was slowly becoming hyper-aware of their proximity.

“How are you faring so far? Done with the requirements?” Sasuke asked, his voice low but audible enough for her.

Sakura nodded, and after beat, rolled her eyes at him. “Shouldn’t you be out there assisting others?”

“I believe you need more immediate help.” Sasuke pulled his knees in to rest his chin on and trained his eyes on her. “Sakura.”

“Sasuke.”

The longest minute of silence hung between them, tension strung by the stare, until Sakura broke it off with her eyes shifting to the floor. “What are you doing?”

“Flirting,” he said like it’s a matter-of-fact. “This is what they usually do to me.”

“And what should I do?” She let the words roll out of her mouth, unsure why she asked, uncertain also of what he felt. She met his gaze again.

And in that moment, he just sincerely looked at her. “Flirt back.”

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Sakura was done for the school year. She will be officially graduating in a month, and to celebrate, she went out with their group for a sem-ender discotheque clubbing. She was gonna shoot her shot for a one-night stand with literally anyone who had chemistry with her – haha she was just kidding. As this seemed to be the final cap-off to her university life, she went all out with her clothes Sakura-style – basically a boxy cropped tea, high waisted jeans, and old heels her best friend gave to her in pity.

This was actually her first club experience, but she was glad to be with veteran friends. The first few minutes inside a closed space with bass boosted, unfamiliar crowds, and lots of skinship made her very uncomfortable. Her only reprieve was the free-flowing drinks – ironically she can handle alcohol well. The disco lights would have made it difficult to spot faces, but she found him in the dark, on the corner directly across her group, his eyes already glued on her.

She wondered if he ever forgave her for scrambling out of his presence in the reference section last time, explicitly avoiding his request to flirt back. It seemed like she worried for nothing since Sasuke raised his glass to her and mouthed congratulations. She raised her glass back, resolving to mind her own business tonight. But he kept looking, a smirk etched on his beautiful face, urging her to meet him halfway.

She didn’t need to look for an excuse as her friends suddenly pulled her into the harmless mosh pit of friendly grinding. Sakura allowed herself to move to the beat, enjoying the bubble offered by the club to lose herself for a few seconds. But she kept glancing towards his direction, his eyes looking for her in the mass of bodies. At first, the glances were mischievous, like playing hide-and-seek, then they held gravity, heavy lidded and palpable.

Sasuke was impatient, and soon enough, at her next spin on her heels, he was right behind her, his hands hovering over her arms, seeking consent to touch. Sakura turned to face him, one part shy, other parts unnerved, and she slowly encircled her arms around his neck, her eyes a definite yes. His hands went to her waist, and he brought her closer to his embrace.

“You don’t have your hoodie though,” Sakura said, a little louder over the crooning of Carly Rae Jepsen to Gimmie Love. “Someone will definitely see you.”

Sasuke closed whatever distance was between them and brought his lips to her ears. “That’s a relief then. I want to be seen with you.”

“Simp,” Sakura teased. “You’re probably expecting a confession out of me, aren’t you?” This was a long time coming and she wanted to get it over with tonight especially when she had alcohol buzzing on her side.

“I am actually,” Sasuke said. “I was hoping to beat you to it in the library last time, but you ran away. Coward.”

“What?”

“What? Didn’t you hear me?”

“You like me.” Sakura said in realization. She edged her face away from his hold to take a good look at his embarrassed face. “Oh, you really do.”

“You could be dense sometimes, Sakura.” Sasuke poked her forehead playfully, and he was rewarded with a bubbly laughter from her.

Their friends finally noticed them and the intense skinship happening. The yells and woots started to drown out the speakers.

“That took you two long enough, huh?”

“They really waited for the end of the school year to do their big reveal.”

“As if the whole school doesn’t know already.”

“What?” Sasuke and Sakura asked in unison.

“It was the constant eyesmex.”

“Really, they do it every time with no shame. It gives me secondhand embarrassment.”

“Right? Sometimes I think I need to yell get a room.”

“Maybe they’ll get a room tonight.”

“Oh my god, shut up."

🌸 It's my first time participating actively for SS Month so please go easy on me haha. Work is loosely inspired by Nevertheless webtoon (which now has a Netflix adaptation). Hope you enjoyed reading!

#ssm21 #sasusaku month #sasusaku #ssm21d1 #uchiha sasuke #haruno sakura #sasuke #sakura #fanfic #anime fanfiction

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melting-morning-blues · 1 year

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i'm only like 1/4 through kenji miyazawa's "night on the galactic railroad" but i can already tell why subaru likes it and recommended it to mel [x]

#mio talks aloud #future card buddyfight #subaru hoshiyomi #mel yumegatari #kenji miyazawa #night on the galactic railroad #there are A LOT of references to stars and the milky way in general #and very existential #very poignant #very rich and flowery imagery too!#i'm hoping to strengthen my japanese so i can read the original text aaaa #that'll be some time in the future

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nicco-needs-love · 3 years

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Oh boy. I did it. I wrote this damn thing. It's kinda long (5k) so I'm splitting it into three parts because that's how I wrote this fic. The full thing will be up on ao3 tomorrow because it's 6am :,) my ao3 is HoliGAY if you wanna see the whole thing because I'm gonna edit it and make it look pretty on there! :,,)))

TW//quick desc of gore, and romanticizing of marriage! The gore isn't in this chapter so no worries! I would say this chapter would be rated G!

This is only chapter one! I'm gonna post the other's tomorrow! Sorry for any errors! I didn't read it over!

(1/3) White Proposal

"Is it normal? Y'know… To fall in love with one of our Eves?"

"Do you really think that's a good question to ask me?! Hell, I've fallen in love with every damn one of them!"

Ildio shrugs, realizing that asking Hyde was not the smartest idea.

"Well? There's a reason you asked that. Catching feelings for your Eve?"

"Yeah, I wanna propose."

Hyde inhales his water, coughing everywhere; caught very off guard at Ildio's sentence.

"Huh?!"

"It isn't that strange. Mother married one of her old eves. Double Doubt and his eve are engaged. You and yours?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But it's normal for us to fall for our eves! You, however, haven't done that once!"

"Well… Nicco's different."

Ildio looks away, thinking about the long haired guy he'd hopelessly fallen for. Ildio isn't sure about even asking Niccolò to marry him. They're dating, been dating for a few years. It's just there has never been a good instance of Servamps marrying their Eves. It's just a sad thing to think about. Servamps are immortal, they'll never die. Their Eves aren't. Ildio was never close to any of his previous Eves, he was one of the very few Servamps who has never fallen in love. Of course, that was until he met Niccolò. It was a curse until Ildio eventually gave up fighting off those butterflies he'd get when Nicco would smile.

"Uh-huh… Okay. Do you actually wanna do it? Propose I mean. Think about it, would it work? Sometimes I wanna propose to Licht but there's so many reasons I can't. Our schedules, his job, he's popular with "everyone" so I can't imagine the problems he would get if people found out he was married. Hell,I'm not sure Licht would even say yes."

"I'm just thinking about it, if I was gonna do it, it wouldn't be extravagant, we wouldn't even have to wear rings."

"Then what's the point? Could be the romanticism in me but, that's such a beautiful thing about marriage. Wearing rings? It's so romantic, the glimmer of each other's face reflecting on their wedding rings! Being able to see your love in a metal band on someone's finger is just a beautiful thing! I've been married a few times and wedding days are some of the best days of my life."

Ildio sighs, definitely regretting his decision of talking to Hyde about this. He definitely should have talked to Kuro instead, none of the theatrics or excessive romantic details. Honestly any of his siblings would have been better to talk to about this; except for Hugh. Hugh has always been against Servamps falling in love. Especially ever since the incident with Hyde many centuries ago. Then Jeje's past with the Alicen family. There have been many, many times Servamps have fallen in love. Every time they had talked about those things to Hugh, there would be a very long conversation about the problems with a romance like that. That's one of the reasons that Ildio has always been weary of the idea of love. In fact, he thought he would never fall for anyone. All his previous Eves were asses who would break Ildio's rules almost immediately. Yet again, Niccolò changed his mind on that.

"I'm gonna go, Law. I'm gonna think more about it."

"Mkay! Invite me to the wedding! I wanna see it!"

Ildio laughs aloud once, closing the door behind him.

The thing is, Ildio already bought a ring for the proposal. It was an impulse buy, he was shopping for snacks and a bright ring caught his eye in a window. The ring is one of a kind, a gorgeous onyx black band, with a shining silver inlay. Apparently there was a second ring similar to that one, however it sold a while ago. Ildio knew immediately the ring would fit Nicco. Don't ask how he would know that, many hours watching Niccolò's hands move would certainly not be Ildio's answer. The ring, inside a white velvet box, feels heavy inside his pocket. He could propose, just give Nicco the ring and walk away. Although he knows there's no way he could do that. After all, the worst thing Niccolò could say is no, right?

"He's been gone for hours… Not so far that the distance effect would take in, but far enough that I can't find him."

Niccolò sighs, sinking down against the vinyl chair he's sitting in. A few hours ago, Ildio told him to meet him at this diner. Nicco didn't expect to be waiting for hours. It's not like he has anything to do today anyway. Besides the piles of phone calls he has to make with other bosses of families because there have been many issues in the workplace. Nicco puts his head down on the table, considering giving Ildio a call. Not because he's impatient, but starting to get worried.

"Hey, Nicco."

Niccolò opens his eyes and looks up, seeing Ildio. Nicco isn't sure when he took a nap, but he certainly did. Ildio looks nervous? Niccolò isn't sure why he would be, but he sits up, tapping the spot next to him on the seat for Ildio to sit down.

"Hey… Sorry I fell asleep, I meant to call but, I fell asleep…"

Ildio doesn't say anything, just nods. It isn't rare for Ildio to not say anything. However, it is rare for Ildio to look this nervous. Or nervous at all. Nicco notices Ildio has his hand inside his jacket pocket, it looks like he's fidgeting with something? Or, it could just be Niccolò projecting. You see, something has been weighing on his mind for months; marriage. Niccolò knows that's the very last thing he should be thinking about. First of all, he's a mafia boss with many people who rely and count on him, he still has to prove he can be just as good as his father one day. Secondly, he would be married to a vampire, a Servamp. If Niccolò proposed, would Ildio even have a choice to say no? If that's the case, Nicco would never want to propose. Still, he bought a ring, specifically for Ildio. He was just window shopping for rings when he saw it. The ring is a shining silver that shines beautifully in the sun. Inside the ring is a deep black inlay, the ring is gorgeous. He sighed a sigh of relief looking closely at the ring, he knew it would fit Ildio perfectly. Niccolò being the hopeless romantic he is, he got an engraving into the ring's inlay. 'Mio dio'. Translating to 'My God' in italian. It's a very cheesy thing that Niccolò thinks about a lot, he thinks of Ildio as his God.

Nicco can't help but idly roll the black velvet box between his fingers. He bought the ring about two weeks ago, he's been thinking about the moment over and over. The imaginary proposal in his head. Niccolò honestly is far too shy to do something so forward. It's completely different to hold hands or soft kisses, this is marriage.

"S-so uh...Why were you out for so long, Il? I was getting worried…"

"Just thinkin' about stuff."

Silence. Niccolò shifts in his seat uncomfortably, not too sure what to say. Ildio is thinking the exact same, he isn't sure which way to go about this.

"So uh-"

They both start talking at the same time. Meeting each other's eyes, Niccolò looks down first, a blush dusting his face. Ildio obviously takes notice of this, realizing that Nicco is more nervous than usual; which is hard to be.

Ildio stands up, grabbing Nicco's hand and taking him out of the diner. In the corner of his eye, he can see many of the Carpe Diem members giving him a look of suspicion.

Outside the diner, around seven feet away from the entrance, Ildio can't stop fiddling with the box in his pocket. Nicco isn't touching the box in his pocket, however, it feels like one-hundred tons weighing in on him.

Ildio inhales, getting a grip on the wedding ring. He's doing it; he's going to ask Niccolò to marry him.

Looking at Ildio, Nicco can see a look of determination? Seeing that makes Nicco want to propose. He reaches within his coat pocket, grabbing the white box.

"Niccolò."

Nicco stops in his tracks, the severe tone in Ildio's voice making him stop. Has he done something wrong? Does Ildio suddenly just want to turn their relationship into business only? Does he want to leave the business and have nothing to do with Nicco anymore? His hands turn clammy, swallowing down a lump of anxiety.

"Y-yes?"

"I uh… Listen, augh- dammit."

Ildio's stuttering just makes Niccolò feel much more nervous. Thousands of different things race through Nicco's head. Thousands of negative things. He tries to brace himself for whatever words Ildio is going to say. Unfortunately, Nicco knows that if Ildio says anything negative, it will most likely break him.

"...I wanna marry you."

Ildio pulls out the white velvet box, opening it up to show the ring to Nicco. Part of him doesn't want to see Niccolò's reaction. He doesn't want him to say yes because Ildio doesn't want to get any closer to this anomaly. He also doesn't want Nicco to say no, because honestly… Ildio wants to marry Nicco. If Ildio's being completely honest with himself, he's hopelessly in love with the man before him.

Nicco gasps, audibly gasps, a… a proposal? He can't believe his eyes. The ring is absolutely stunning, it looks uncannily similar to the ring that Nicco bought for Ildio. He looks up to meet Ildio's eyes from the ring; it feels like hundreds of butterflies fly from his heart. Ildio's eyes are warm, soft. The breath leaves Nicco in a rush. Niccolò is sure Ildio is a literal god, not a vampire.

"I- the funny thing is…uh…"

Niccolò pulls the open black velvet box from his coat, showing the ring to Ildio. Nicco turns his head away from Ildio, not wanting to see his expression.

Ildio blinks a few times, looking at the gorgeous ring in Nicco's hands. He can tell immediately that it's the opposite version of the ring he purchased a few nights ago. Looking closer, Ildio can see some italian engraved into the ring. Since Niccolò knows italian, Ildio was able to know it immediately when they made their contract. "Mio Dio". It's a term that Nicco would use very affectionately towards Ildio. A term that Ildio doesn't agree with, but hearing those words from Nicco is, ironically, heavenly.

"Jesus Nicco… This is beautiful. So, I'm guessing it's a yes?"

Niccolò laughs, nodding. He pulls the ring out of it's black box, gently sliding it onto Ildio's finger. Ildio mimics the action, both of them wearing the ring the other chose.

Ildio grabs Niccolò's tie, tugging him into a gentle, loving kiss.

#servamp #gluttony pair #servamp niccolo #niccolo carpediem #ilnico #servamp ildio #fanfiction #chapter 1 #wedding theme #fluff #ff fluff #in which i write #not me projecting again #that's a tag now #not beta read #shipping #i love this ship sm #it needs more love

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that-is-tat-o · 3 years

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Every time I post nichijou art again is with miokko... sorry lol

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“Aaaaa! What do I do??? If I don't win this my life will be over!!” Mio said, walking frantically before dropping to her knees with her hands on her head. “Don't worry Mio-chan” “Uh?” Asked Mio, looking up. “I'll help you pass your P.E. exam no matter what.” Said Yukko enthusiastically while doing a thumbs up. “How does she know about my exam?” Mio thought, swaying a little “It is as if she read my mind! How romantic! Thank you Yukko.” A caption at the bottom reads, “she was just talking aloud”.

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#nichijou #yuuko x mio #yukko aioi #mio naganohara #miokko #tireddraws #bugwithapen

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tinytonysnark · 4 years

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5 times Steve stood between vehicles and 1 time Tony did.

44. Standing between them and a busy road. 1.4k words, stevetony, fluff

Steve doesn’t even think about it.

They’re walking along with their friends ahead of them, Tony caught up in his rant about how Mr. Vanko is out to get him as they’re coming up to the crosswalk and Steve simply switches sides to put himself between the cars and Tony without a pause in this one-way conversation.

He just watches and laughs at Tony antics as they enter the diner and wishes he could hold Tony’s hand as they walk.

MassArt is only 18 minutes away from MIT when he cycles, but Steve hasn’t seen Tony for nearly a week - both of them caught up with assignments and well, Tony’s been caught up with his new friend - Rhodey.

Steve hasn’t met him yet, but Tony hasn’t stopped singing praises about the man via text and Steve - he’s not jealous or anything, he just wants to make sure that this Rhodey has good intentions, that’s all.

That’s the only reason he’s pedalling like his life depends on it to meet Tony and his roommate for brunch.

He gets to Luna in 15 minutes and chains his bicycle to the rack. He’s looking around for Tony when someone jumps on his back.

“Surprise!” Tony shouts in his ear.

“Glad to see college life hasn’t changed you, Tony,” Steve says, as Tony gets down.

Someone clears their throat behind Steve and he turns to see a man, looking at Steve suspiciously.

Ah, Rhodey. “So, you’re the infamous Steve that Tony hasn’t shut up about, huh,” he says and Steve watches Tony’s face turn pink.

“Rhodey,” he hisses and the other man grins, holding his hand out.

“Well, I’ve heard plenty of you too,” Steve says, shaking his hand. “You’re all Tony talks about these days besides his lab.”

“Oh, God, just kill me,” Tony mutters. “Let’s go eat, I’m starving.”

“Unsurprising, seeing as all you had to eat yesterday was a packet of blueberries and my entire pot of coffee.”

“Rhodey! Stop ratting me out,” Tony says as he shrugs at the glare Steve sends him.

“Tony, you can’t just -”

“I know, I know, I just got distracted. Come on you two mother hens, watch me eat my weight in breakfast foods,” he says pressing the button at the crosswalk light.

“There better be a vegetable somewhere in there,” Steve says, not entirely jokingly as he moves to stand to Tony’s left and bumps into Rhodes.

“Oh, sorry,” he says, moving to stand next to the other man, watching two cars roll to a stop as the light signals for them to cross.

Brunch itself goes well, and Steve finds he quite likes Rhodes and the man’s sense of humour but something in him untightens from it’s knot when he takes his leave to meet up for a date with someone named Carol, ruffling Tony’s hair when he wags his eyebrows at him and giving Steve a firm handshake, leaving the both of them to themselves.

Steve can’t help the warm feeling that takes root as he realises how much it feels like a date.

***

The moving truck is parked in front of the building so Steve parks his jeep on the other side of the street and Tony jumps right out the moment the car stills.

Steve sighs, getting out to get the boxes in the backseat and trying his hardest not to laugh as Tony grabs the heaviest one before Steve can reach it, clearly struggling under its weight.

“Baby, stop okay- you’re right, you’re big and strong and I’m sorry if I ever insinuated otherwise, so why don’t you just give me -”

Tony glares at him from over the top of the box as he reaches for it. “You didn’t insinuate anything! You said I’m small and should leave carrying the big heavy boxes to you Mr. Macho Man!”

He slams the door with his foot and Steve winces. “Well, I’ll carry this one and you can get the smaller one!”

Steve sighs, wondering just how long Tony is going to be mad at him for his slip of tongue, putting up his hand in thanks to the driver who waits for them to cross to their new apartment.

A place just for them.

He grins when they get to the door, placing the boxes just outside before sweeping Tony up, carrying him over the threshold.

“Hey!” Tony calls out, glaring up at Steve. “Alright, alright, you’re so big and strong. There’s no need to show off now,” he says, dropping the box to the floor.

It lands with a solid thunk and Steve frowns at him. “You’re so lucky that was just clothes and not something more fragile.”

Tony just winds his hands around Steve’s neck and kisses the frown of his face.

****

“The wedding was gorgeous, don’t you think,” Tony says, swinging their arms by their intertwined pinkies.

“It was,” Steve says, tugging Tony back onto the sidewalk as a car passes by, switching to stand to the right as they cross to the hotel for the reception.

“Thor’s dad is a real piece of work though,” Tony continues. “Bruce practically turned green when Nat came to tell us that he showed up.”

“Thor didn’t fare much better when he found out, - though he probably took it better than Loki did,” Steve tells him.

“Unsurprising seeing as how his cold shoulder is practically frostbite,” Tony says. “If I ever got married and Howard showed up, I’d be less graceful than Thor was, that’s for sure.”

“If, huh?” Steve grins at him as they enter the reception hall. “What happened to Mr. I would rather die than have all my family gathered together?”

Tony looks to where they’re friends are all seated together - near the now married couple before looking up at Steve, “Guess family means something else to me know,” he says and Steve - Steve doesn’t say anything to that, just kisses the top of Tony’s head and thinks about the ring hidden in the back of his sock drawer.

*****

Tony’s light radiates even brighter in Italy.

There’s a giddiness in his voice, in every step he takes as he shows Steve around his favourite places he’d visit in the summers with his mother.

And well, being newlyweds probably adds another layer to it too.

The villa in Ostia that Tony’s mother had given them as a wedding present was gorgeous, the view of the moonlight on the water a perfect backdrop for their nights spent as husbands.

They fly to Florence in the morning, but for tonight they’re wandering the streets after eating their filling of ravioli and having far too much wine, listing into each other as they dance along the cobblestones and all Steve is able to think is - I love you, I love you, I love you - so he says it aloud and Tony kisses the words back into his mouth.

“Take me to bed, mio marito,” Tony says and Steve bundles Tony to his side as they cross the roads back to the villa, watchful of the vespas zipping through the streets and kissing Tony under the moonlight anytime they pause on their way.

******

Tony’s always anxious walking the streets of New York with Peter in tow so Steve placing him atop his shoulders as they walk to get ice-cream eases him and Tony suspects Steve knows it.

“Papa, I’m so tall now,” Peter says, clutching the top of Steve’s head and Tony nearly laughs at the way it causes his blonde hair sticks up in all directions.

“Yeah, Petey give it just two more years and you’ll be taller than your papa is,” Steve says, laughing at the affronted look on Tony’s face.

“Dad, it’s not that hard to be taller than papa,” Peter says, and Steve laughs even harder at that.

“That’s it! The both of you aren’t getting any ice-cream, I’m going to eat it all,” Tony says and watches Peter’s eyes go wide.

“No, no, Papa - I’m sorry if I made you upset,” jostling Steve as he tries to reach his hand out to hold onto Tony’s.

Tony offers him his pinky, letting him know he’s not actually mad. “Maybe - Maybe dad can let you go on his shoulders! Then all of us can be tall!”

Steve gives a huff of laughter as they cross the road, Tony resisting the urge to flip off the cab honking at them lest Peter look over. “I’ll let Dada climb onto my shoulders later if he wants,” Steve says, shooting Tony a grin as they enter the ice-cream shop and Tony rolls his eyes at him.

Peter climbs off Steve’s back and bounds his way over to the display.

Steve kisses Tony’s fingertips and says, “I’ll get your usual,” before joining their son and Tony - Tony think the ice-cream is gonna instantly melt in his mouth from how warm he feels as he looks at his family.

#stevetony #stony #steve/tony #stevetony fics #superhusbands #tony stark #steve rogers #marvel #ficlet #i made myself all soft writing this one #pls consider rbbing if you liked it #🥺🥺#nisha writes

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celestialtitania · 4 years

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Breaking Down Part 6

Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

"Oh mio Dio. How is this possible?" Lila was staring in horror, unable to believe her eyes. "You two are...but how? I saw you...with my own eyes!" Her expression seemed to be a mixture of wonder, happiness and disbelief.

"We're not," Amy spoke up. Roderick nodded. Lila turned furious eyes on to Ladybug.

"It's the power of the miraculous. They insisted they come speak to you, I had nothing to do with it."

Lila paled and her eyes widened. "S-so they're….they're really…" she stammered, unable to say the words.

"We're ghosts," Roderick announced flatly. "Well not ghosts but something similar to that. It's too hard to explain."

Lila was shaking and she fell to her knees. "I know why you two are here," she got out.

Amy and Roderick exchanged a look. "You do?"

"You must blame me for your deaths! I'm sorry! I know what I did was wrong, I didn't mean for anything to happen to you!" Lila was pleading, tears in her eyes.

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"Tikki! This is going too far!" Wayzz said furiously, whirling on the ladybug kwami.

"This is my plan, Wayzz," Trixx corrected softly.

Tikki nodded. "Trixx is helping Lila too. I was so worried about Marinette, I forgot my own duty as a kwami. She's a child that we need to bring on the right path."

"And getting her away from people like Agreste who are using her and getting her to accept her wrong doing is the only way to do so," Trixx continued. "These two are why she is who she is. Now, just watch will you?"

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"Please! I am sorry. I've learned my lesson. Please let me go!"

"Lila, we can't do anything. We're not that type of ghost," Amy was shaking her head. Roderick kneeled down in front of her and put his hand on the shelter. Lila looked at the hand with an equal mixture of fear and longing.

"Why am I here Rod?"

"We don't know what brought you here," Amy spoke up. "But we're glad it did. It gave us the power to come talk to you."

"What could you possibly have to say?" Lila scoffed, shaking her head and scooting as far back as the shelter would allow.

"We know what's been going on Lila. Ever since we...died," Roderick told her, a grim look set upon his face.

Lila peered up at him questioningly, as she brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them.

Amy began to answer when she took a look around, noticing their audience. "Could we get some privacy?" She requested, making the celebrities and Senora Rossi startle.

The celebrities all filed out of the room until only Ladybug and Senora Rossi were left.

"We'll be fine Ladybug," Amy promised. Ladybug looked conflicted but silently left the room when she noticed the glare Lila had leveled at her. Lila turned to her mother to force her out as well, but Amy and Roderick shook their heads.

"Fine, you can stay," she shrugged. "Now will you both say something? Just tell me what's going on? Why now?"

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Above them, Trixx sighed in relief. "That's better."

"Too many illusions?" Tikki worried.

Trixx nodded. "But I'm good now!"

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Roderick took a deep breath. "We're here to talk about the lies. Specifically the lies you've been telling everyone."

Lila went through a myriad of expressions, settling on disbelief and incredulity. "Yeah, so is everyone else out there. You two are telling me you came from beyond the grave for that?"

"Lila," Amy began but Lila cut her off.

"What is the big deal? I'm just telling people what they want to hear. It's their own fault for believing me in the first place!" She was yelling again, utterly fed up with everything.

"What are they going to sue me for? For saying stuff and putting it in a stupid blog? Even if some people took it as fact, I'm a minor. Nobody is going to take that seriously."

"Lila," Amy cut in. "Tell us why."

"Tell you why, what? Why do people believe everything they hear? I can't do that, I guess I just have a way with words," Lila shrugged.

"No. Why you're bothering with these lies," Roderick corrected.

"I don't understand," Lila was staring at them both. "Listen if you two are here to torture me…" she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Well, if you came back from the afterlife I definitely deserve this. Just do whatever it is you want to."

"We don't want to hurt you Lila, promise!" Amy protested.

Lila cautiously opened one eye. "Is it because of the green thing? Is it stopping you?"

"Why do you think we want to hurt you?" Roderick cut in, wanting to hear Lila's reasoning.

Lila wiped the tears that were streaming down her cheeks and hugged her knees tightly. "Isn't it obvious?" She mumbled making the kwamis strain to hear her. "I'm the reason you two are dead."

"Of course you're not Lila!" Senora Rossi tried to protest but Lila leveled her mother with the meanest glare she could muster. "Yes, I am!" She yelled back, refusing to hear any alternatives.

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"What's that supposed to mean?" Plagg wondered aloud.

"You'll see," Tikki told him. Plagg shrugged at her in response.

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"How is that true?" Roderick asked, before Lila could spit more venom towards her mother.

"You weren't the one who caused our car to crash, were you?" Amy added, as she crouched down to make better eye contact with Lila.

"You two were only out there for me. Because of me and the terrible position I put you in."

Amy and Roderick exchanged a meaningful look, before nodding at each other. Lila watched them in confusion.

"You were doing the right thing," Amy countered as she looked back at Lila. Roderick

"Everyone keeps telling me that. How is getting my best friends killed the right thing?" Lila growled out in frustration making Amy and Roderick wince.

"You were helping Noemi. She appreciates everything you did and after we...died, you got her and us justice. You didn't let that man get away with it. That's how you did the right thing," Amy tried explaining, making Lila furiously shake her head in disagreement.

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Above them, the kwamis were blinking in shock. "Care to fill us in?" Kaalki asked, turning to Trixx and Tikki who were completely silent.

Trixx shrugged. "Bit busy over here. Tikki?"

Tikki took in a deep breath. "So basically, when Lila used to live in Italy she had three friends. Noemi and these two," she gestured towards Amy and Roderick. "There was this politician in her area, Noemi's father. He used to control Noemi and ended up…" Tikki trailed off and shook her head. "He ended up getting her killed because of his illegal activities." At that the kwamis all gasped in shock.

"And then?" Wayzz asked worriedly.

"Then Lila went out searching for proof. The politician and the people who killed Noemi wanted to silence her, because she actually found proof that would get them jail time for a very long time. They thought Lila was in the car with Amy and Roderick. She was supposed to be, but she'd stepped out for a moment. That's when the crash happened. So now Lila has blamed herself ever since. She did end up getting them all prison time but she was in terrible condition. So her mother moved them to Paris. Unfortunately it hasn't helped with her healing."

"That's terrible!" Kaalki exclaimed, pity in her eyes.

Tikki shrugged. "It is. Doesn't excuse her actions though."

Plagg whistled lowly. "Never say Sugarcube doesn't know how to hold a grudge." Tikki turned towards Plagg in annoyance but he just smirked at her.

"How do you know all this Tikki?" Wayzz cut in.

"I did my due diligence," is all she said.

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"You helped Lila. Our souls are at peace. Or they were, we can't go rest until you are alright again," Roderick told her mournfully.

Lila flinched. "I'm fine," she told them. "Don't let me be the reason you two are ghosts. Please," she whispered the last word, trying to get them to leave.

"That's not how this works Lila. We know when you're lying." Amy smiled, a sad smile making Lila look away from her.

"Just tell us why," Roderick implored. "Why lie? No one is going to acknowledge you and even if them suing you doesn't go anywhere isn't it just more trouble than it's worth?"

"No!" Lila shot back. "This gives me power. Being willingly akumatized gives me power! If I have all the power then no one can ever harm me ever again!"

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The kwamis gasped. None of them had any idea Lila was willingly being akumatized. That she was working with Hawkmoth.

Tikki crossed her arms. "See! I always knew she was a no-good, rotten,—"

Wayzz interrupted Tikki's rant. "Did you know?" Tikki faltered at that and shook her head.

"Still to be working with Hawkmoth with her own agenda. That's...gutsy." Plagg offered watching the Italian girl with suspicion.

"A child," Wayzz tried to insist. "I know so are Ladybug and Chat Noir," Wayzz added before Tikki or Plagg could protest. "But some need more help and guidance than others."

"Well this is her last chance," Kaalki shrugged.

"If this doesn't work, she has to be removed from the situation," Trixx agreed.

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"You're working with a terrorist willingly? What's happened to you?" Amy was looking at Lila as if she didn't even recognize her.

"Working with him means I can control it! I won't be the reason anyone I care for is harmed ever again!" Lila shot back, convinced she was right.

"And who do you care for?" Roderick asked quietly, making both girls pause.

"I…" Lila began before faltering. Then she shook her head. "I can't just let people in."

"You're killing yourself," He shot back. Lila gaped at him not understanding what he was trying to tell her. "Nobody here knows what you're like. Not really. And it's not their fault, you've built this false image of yourself and you hurt whoever tries to break the illusion."

Lila's perplexed expression melted into a sneer. "You're talking about Marinette?" She scoffed loudly, unable to believe her ears. "You know what? Marinette deserves it!"

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Plagg and Kaalki had to physically restrain Tikki from going down and hurting Lila.

"Patience," Wayzz advised warily. "Patience."

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"She thinks being truthful will keep everything peaceful and happy! Like she has no idea how damaging the truth can be!"

"The truth is always best," Amy muttered, her arms crossed over her chest. She was staring at Lila as if she truly couldn't recognize her.

"Really?" Lila asked scathingly. "The truth didn't save your lives now did it? So what if I'm not close to people anymore. That just keeps me from getting hurt. And as far as the lies go, it means everyone around me adores me. Not even the mayor can blindly punish me without getting some backlash!"

"Even Hawkmoth trusts me and he doesn't even realize I'm using him! I figured out his identity ages ago! And now I'm the one using him. Both in and outside of the mask."

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The Naughty Poltergeist

TITLE :The Naughty Poltergeist

CHAPTER: #1 of ?

AUTHOR'S: lokilover9 & velvetzybanshee

RATING: M

NOTES: This one shot is based on Loki having paid penance for ruining Thor's coronation. He never fell from the bifrost, nor attacked earth and is now free. Not to discount his true history, we just thought he deserved some happy. As for Felipe, he's based on the Spanish character Agador Spartacus, from the movie The Birdcage and speaks in broken english.

EXTRAS: Madre = mother niña = girlfriend panocha = pussy

Original Imagine

Imagine thinking your new house is haunted. No one knows Loki lives there because he's always invisible and conjures furniture as needed. Disgruntled by your presence, he behaves like a poltergeist until one day you've had enough."I'm not leaving! Show yourself dammit!" Nothing happens for days and you think he's gone. Then while giving friends a tour, you find him naked on your bed drinking whiskey. "Cheers, darling. You did say show myself." Only you can see him and he follows you around like that for the remainder of their visit.

Loki was content residing on Midgard. With Thor King of Asgard remaining heavily influenced by Odin, he felt displaced as ever and decided to travel abroad. It was aloud providing he didn't hide from Heimdall and returned were the realm threatened, but that didn't mean he behaved. Midgard's continents teamed with beautiful maidens and Loki spent months at a time seducing them across the globe. Yet an introvert by nature, the constant socializing became exhausting. He needed intervals of solitude to rejuvenate his mind and cock. Indecisive of where, he conjured a world map, closed his eyes and randomly chose a location.

First attempt. "A Frost Giant in the Amazon? I think not."

Second. "Middle of the Bermuda Triangle? Know enough aliens already, thank you."

Third. "Inside and active volcano? Fenrir's arsehole." He scoffed.

Fourth. "Very well. Maine it is."

The god settled in a vacant Victorian evicting its two following buyers with 'ghostly' shenanigans. Yet to the king of this miniature palace's annoyance the next didn't frighten so easily.

Alexis was proud having bought her own house after a long divorce. Closer to friends and hours from meddling family, she'd thought herself free of troubles until sensing the place haunted. While unpacking, items started going missing and resurfacing in different places like her keys, clothing and once her vibrator after an evening of ménage à moi, disturbingly appeared in her dishwasher the next morning. Doors would slam, electricity short circuited, faucets unexpectedly ran, but most disconcerting was a voice randomly whispering 'mine' into her ear. Whether in the shower, her yard, doorways, the ghost didn't care. Alexis burned sage, had the house blessed, held a seance with a local paranormal group, but nothing helped. When returning after a long day at work to find half the main floor repacked, she angrily shouted into the air.

"Ha ha, trickster! You don't scare me and I am 'not' leaving!" She held up a large envelope. "This is 'my' crib and here's the deed to prove it. Show yourself dammit!" Nothing happened so she put everything back, showered, grabbed her vibrator and stormed into the upstairs corridor. "And one more thing! See this? Touch it again and I'll summon your ass with a ouija board and douse you in holy water!"

Loki inwardly chuckled. 'I'll be sure to bring a towel.' When she fell asleep reading in bed, he snuck a peek at what had intrigued her. 'Smutty fanfiction? Tisk, darling. Who could your heartthrob be? The name sounded familiar so he googled it. 'Ah, the actor from Crimson Peak. Good movie, but I'm much better looking. 'A wicked grin curled his lips when she moaned Tom's name. 'Maybe I need to play a little 'dirtier.'

With the next several days uneventful, Alexis thought she'd frightened the ghost off when in reality he was buying time. Since moving her in friends offered extra hands in their free time, but it was her befriended neighbor, a single gay man with a flamboyant, funloving personality who'd helped the most. They met one afternoon when she peered over his fence to complain about blaring Salsa music as he hosted a pool party. Felipe was sunbathing in a yellow thong, wearing sunglasses with enough bling to impress Liberace and choked on a shot of tequila when she whipped a pebble at his head. He invited her over with a promise to adorn shorts, they hit it off and became besties.

Alexis planned to have other friends over for dinner one month after moving in, but with all the goings on had postponed twice. Now with a set date, Felipe was invited too and asked what she planned to cook.

"Who said anything about cooking? I suck at it Amigo and prefer no one hurling on my lawn."

She waved a take out menu and he dramatically gasped. "Chinese food for eight people? Where you gonna put up you blow job booth to pay the mortgage after?"

Alexis smirked. "You're such a slut, Felipe."

He shrugged. "Happy whoopie stick makes a happy me."

"I think I've forgotten what they look like."

"I show you mine, but no touchy touchy." She laughed, knowing he was kidding. "Too long without sex causes brain damage, niña. How long its been for you?"

"Since my ex and I separated nineteen months ago."

"Ay dios mio. I lend you my Dustbuster for the cobwebs down there."

"Not funny, Felipe."

"See. Abstinence makes everyone bitchy. My sister Maritza too. She was happy single before becoming a nun. Now she's Oscar the grouch with eyes like the chucky doll."

"How come you can pronounce words like 'abstinence' and 'cock' so well yet not others?" Alexis teased.

"Don't make me spank you. Come, we go shopping."

"For what?"

"I help you cook. We stay home and talk about cock, mine will curse me in Spanish. He's lonely too."

Alexis slipped on footwear.

"Why you wearing those?" Asked Felipe.

"What's wrong with flip flops?"

He stepped onto the porch. "You need something sexier, like bitch boots."

"It's ninety degrees in the shade today."

"So?"

Loki sighed when the door closed, relieved for some peace. He thought Felipe annoying enough as a neighbor yet worse as a guest who never stopped talking. So much so, he'd pondered concocting a tongue numbing spell, sneaking into his house and applying a heavy dose while he slept. But knowing his flair for drama, he'd run panicked to Alexis in the Boo from Monsters Inc. robe worn onto his deck every morning, carrying a note pleading to stay and until recovering, would hysterically sob each time he couldn't sing along to one of the show tunes on his phone. Loki opted to tolerate him for now. He'd be gone once Alexis left.

The day of feasting came and while she handled finishing touches around the house, Felipe prepared guacamole dip and ingredients for fajitas while mixing margaritas. Hearing music, Alexis snuck to the kitchen and started recording him singing to Bad Girl, by Donna Summer while dancing like a hussy.

"Toot toot, hey, beep beep

Toot toot, hey, beep beep

Hey mister, have you got a dime?

Hey mister, do you want to spend some time, ooh yeah

I got what you want, you got what I need

I’ll be your baby, come and spend it on me…"

He startled when noticing her. "Girlfrien', you post that on social media, I kill you."

Alexis propped her phone on the counter and joined in wildly shaking her chest.

Felipe tried the same. "No fair. I need big titties like yours to jiggle. Next time I bring tangerines and a bra."

Loki secretly watched on. 'Fucknuts.'

The three couples soon arrived. One, old neighbors of Alexis, Blake and Deidre, the others, her friends, Sage, Lisa and their newest flames Colby and Grant. She started a tour on the main floor then the upper leaving her bedroom for last. Excited to show it off, she was already opening the door as they shuffled out of the second.

"And this is my creme de la...eep!" She quietly squeaked once inside.

The resident spookster sat perched against her headboard sporting only what the Norn's delivered him to the universe in and winked pouring himself a whiskey. "You did say show myself, yes?"

She hurried out, slammed the door and her friends froze on approach. "Erm..wouldn't ya know I forgot to make my bed. Anyone for a drink?"

Alexis passed them for the stairs and cringed when Deidre spoke. She was nice enough, but sometimes persistent when it wasn't welcome. "Nonsense, friends don't care. Right everyone?"

Alexis continued down. "Enter at your risk then."

Felipe watched her rush by into the pantry, close the door, followed and closed it too. "What you are doing?"

"I can't go back out there."

"Why?"

"He's upstairs naked on my bed." She anxiously whispered.

"Which boyfriend? I take up the wooden spoon."

"No, the fucking ghost!"

"It's a man? Is he hot and what do I tell your peeps? You afraid to come out of the closet?"

"Felipe!"

"Sorry, it's the margaritas."

"I thought you the one person who believed my stories."

He eyed her sympathetically. "I do. You want I go bribe him to leave with a mcsqeezy?"

"Will you be serious? Ghosts aren't supposed to be naked. One look at him and everyone will think I invited them for an orgy."

Blake and Grant came down first catching bits of their conversation and quietly conversed.

"Can't believe she's still imagining this ghost." Blake wise cracked. "I always told Deidre she had a screw loose."

"Nah." Said Grant. "Lexi's a smart cookie. Sounds more like she needs a man. There's one inside with her. Maybe they'll shag, knock some shit off shelves."

Felipe stuck his head out the door. "You not so quiet, cumquats. I gay. You want I show you my jolly green giant and shag 'you' inside against the creamed corn?"

Loki rubbed the back of his neck. 'I sacrificed prowling beaches of the French Riviera for this?'

Hearing the ladies coming, Alexis approached Blake and quietly inquired. "Still peeing in your wife's pond at night, murdering her koy? I'd see you through my bedroom blinds. Who's a few cans short of a six pack?"

"Oooh snap." Said Felipe.

Grant nudged the arse. "Let's chill in the dining room. There's a makeshift bar and appetizers."

The ladies entered the kitchen. "Who's a nincompoop?" Asked Deidre.

Felipe almost answered but pursed his lips together when Alexis loudly cleared her throat. "You know, just my ex."

"He sure is, honey."

"Your bed's made, girl." Said Sage. "The room looks great."

They all agreed passing through while thirty year old Lisa's younger boyfriend lingered. "Pretty awesome digs ya got here."

"Thanks." Replied Alexis.

Colby slid his hands into his pockets. "Soo..Lisa says you think it's haunted."

"Yep."

He spaced out for a second, staring at the floor. "I once thought a bat in our house was my dead uncle Howie haunting my parents for selling his mannequin of Vlad the Impaler. But hey, sometimes weird shit happens when you're stoned right?" Alexis and Felipe were saved when Lisa called him. "She misses me already. Laters."

"He looks fresh from his madres panocha." Commented Felipe.

"That's the way Lisa likes them. Says the younger they are, the easier it is to train them."

Loki rolled his eyes. 'Age is irrelevant.'

Felipe feigned fright by playfully biting his nails. "She bad. Maybe Colby wear a leash and bark like a good doggy for her?" He goofily imitated one in a deep voice. "Woof, woof..woof. Or maybe he sound like an angry chihuahua?"

Alexis smirked. "I have my own problems. A streaking phantom who now makes unexpected appearances."

Felipe gave her a margarita. "Cheers. These make everything better."

Alexis gulped down the beverage as he watched with raised brows. "Thanks. Next time that streaker appears, I'll just ignore him."

"Next time I give you smaller glass. Go enjoy you friends, niña"

She gave a thumbs up on her way out. "I got this. Easy peasy right?"

Loki mischievously grinned. 'Darling, I'm just getting started.

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