#some of you painted it as the worst movie ever and like. it is not???
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kung fu panda four my beloved, they could never make me hate you
#i have no idea what’s everyone’s beef with this movie but i’ve always been a HUGE kp fan (the second movie is my religion)#and given the majority of comments/reviews i read online before watching the movie i entered the cinema expecting the devil incarnate and…#it turned out to be a good movie????? and a really good one i dare to say??????#and yes it’s not on the same level of the first two (and tbh who would ever expect that) but holy sHIT#some of you painted it as the worst movie ever and like. it is not???#i even found the fox girl enjoyable despite having my doubts at first#and i could go into heavy detail but it’s late and that’s not important#i’m just happy we had a good sequel..bye!!#kung fu panda#kung fu panda 4
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ASTRO OBSERVATIONS 33
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• People with Sun in the 8th house or aspecting Pluto might have been saved from situations because of their fathers name. For example might be threathened then the people find who your father is and apologizes.
• If you ask someone whats the worst thing someone ever said to them it will probably be something related to their Chiron placement. Because A when people touch our Chiron wound we remember it forever and B for some damn reason people seem to always touch where you have your Chiron wound bc its kinda obvious to others.
• If you have 10th house placements you have a trademark after your name, whatever you do you easily become known for it. People want to put a label on you and the themes of the planet you have there is the label thats most easily put. So when you have 10th house planets its extra important to think before you act.
• If you have Lilith conjunct North Node you need to learn to do your own thing. Ive seen people with this who didnt reach their potential until they refused to stop trying to fit in and be ”normal” . You are a class of your own. People will respond to you differently when you act like Lilith. Example: A rapper in my country have this placement in Virgo and was treated bad by other rappers bc of a beef he had on the streets and bla bla. Anyways he knew he wouldnt get collabs bc of this so he made it ”his” thing to never have a feature on his songs and to never do interviews and be on other rappers tracks. After this people started respecting him more. He used his inability to fit in to make himself look even better.
• Venus/Neptune involve their love interest in their art. A lot of rappers with this might want to have their partner on their albumcover, in their music video, paint their partner etc. Dating a man with this placement feels like being his muse.
• Be careful when you have Venus in Leo in the Solar Return Chart because this one can really make you want to SPLURGE. Especially clothes, bags and stuff that makes you look good. 💰🛒🛍️💸
• Talking to someone with a Mercury/Pluto or Mercury/Nessus placement can feel like being interrogated. Constant checking if you are lying, asking extra questions to see if you change your story, detailed questions to see if your story is true. Can be very exhausting to be around bc of this (sorry).
• Every Aquarius Rising Ive met looked better in person than on pictures. There is a striking quality that the camera have a hard time capturing. Same with Virgo and Pisces Rising.
• People with Jupiter conjunct personal planets are funnier when they are not trying than when they try to be funny.
• Nanisca the role played by Viola Davis in the movie ”Woman King” reminds me of Sun conjunct Lilith.
• People with Ceres(1) conjunct personal planets seem to not like adornment.
• Aura(1488) conjunct Mercury might come across as sneaky.
• Venus in the 8th house or Venus aspecting Pluto attracts people who would normally not want them which is why they need to be extra careful. They might be super tall and attract someone who usually only go for short people or vice versa. But because of the intense magnetism that having a plutonian venus gives everyone wants a taste of you no matter if they really WANT you or not. Be wary of who you share your energy with.
• Venus Square MC might feel like their looks and social skills doesnt match the career they want or how they want the public to see them.
• Juno(3) or Venus Square Mars are the kind of people to have a huge difference in taste when it comes to who they want to sleep with and who they see as relationship material.
• If you have Lilith in the 7th house or Lilith conjunct Venus your ex's new partners might become obsessed with you or you become obsessed with your partners ex's.
• Dejanira(157) conjunct Ascendant is probably the scariest synastry aspect Ive ever experienced. Experienced it 2 times and both times I was Ascendant and he was Dejanira. Very scary attacks. I can even look at pictures of these people.
• Mars conjunct MC can mean a lot of people are scared of you. A very intimidating placement. In a mans chart it makes other men look up to him. Women with this placement seem too struggle with this placement a lot tho since people are more likely to want to challenge a woman who comes across as intimidating.
• Scorpio Moons seem to be very fascinated with psychopaths.
• Sag Moons might have had extremely carefree parents. Thats why these people can be so good on their own, they raised themselves. But its also why they flee from issues because they were never forced to stay and solve stuff like in a normal family.
• Cancer Risings can be really intimidating, especially the eyes. Ive mistaken so many Cancer Risings for being Scorpio Risings.
• Populus(8647) conjunct Mercury might be more popular among younger people.
• Lilith in a womans chart seem to show what archetype she finds empowering and might even want to be and in a mans chart an archetype he finds fascinating. Ex. Lilith 2nd/8th: the golddigger femme fatale, black widow. Lilith 4th house: The family matriarch, Evil Stepmom. Lilith 10th house: The boss, the businesswoman, cold bitch. Lilith 7th house: The homewrecker, femme fatale, beauty queen, homecoming queen, Mr steal yo girl. (Not always ofc and mostly this goes for when you are underdeveloped)
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You’re Not Sorry
Alexia Putellas x fem!reader
A flute of champagne sits in your hand as your eyes drift down to the screen of your empty notifications. You let out a deep sigh and try to shove all of your negative feelings to the back of your head, seeing that your new art collection is going to be revealed to the museum.
Having worked on these paintings for over a year, you would think your girlfriend would finally make an effort to show up at one of your events, but just like the other times, she leaves you stranded. Just last night you had asked her repeatedly if she’d be able to accompany and support you for this massive milestone, and she assured you she wouldn’t miss it for the world. But to Alexia, the world is just another inconvenience.
There are several artists along with many investors, businessmen, and entrepreneurs roaming around the museum, waiting for the time your new projects are revealed. You stand alone in your skin-fitted maroon dress with the earrings Alexia bought for you on your first anniversary.
After waiting several more minutes, you realize your girlfriend isn’t showing up. It hurts you more than you’d like to admit, knowing you are constantly attending her games, red carpets, and photoshoots, but the times you want her to join you, she doesn’t even bother to send you a text.
Your co-worker waves you over to the podium where your covered artwork hangs behind it, signaling that it’s your time to speak. You quickly down the rest of the alcohol remaining in your glass before taking a few deep breaths and plastering a fake smile to enthuse everyone you’re about to speak to.
Once the night is over and you make it into your car, tears build up in your eyes as your lip trembles. You rest your head on your steering wheel while your body wracks in sops, letting out all of your pent-up anger and sadness at your girlfriend.
She has slowly been tearing down your self-esteem with every event and date she misses. It makes you think that maybe she doesn’t want to be with someone who isn’t a world-known athlete or someone who isn’t as beautiful as the movie stars she sees all the time. Alexia treats you like a trophy she puts in the back of her shelves, allowing it to collect all the dust for her.
The worst part is that your paintings are about her. About your journey throughout your guy’s relationship. You had spent countless hours working on all of them in your studio and never letting Alexia see them despite her protests which is the main reason you thought she’d show up.
Maybe she just pretended to be interested to keep you around longer. Several thoughts are running through your mind as you lift your head and look at yourself through the car mirror. Mascara smudges can be seen under your puffy eyes and your plump lips from the hard sobs.
You sniffle before wiping the tears off of your face and start the car. Your whole drive to your girlfriend’s house was filled with questions about what you’re going to do next. Deep inside you know you can’t continue being with someone who doesn’t support you like you support them, but you also know how in love you still are with her.
The lights inside the house can be seen on, showing you that Alexia is in fact home. Turning your car off, you sit back and realize what you’re about to do. You’re about to break up with the love of your life because you’re just not the love of hers.
The clicks of your heels on the hard pavement mock you for what’s going to come. The jingle of your keys alarms you in warning of what you’re about to lose. Then the bell of Nala’s collar reminds you that you won’t ever step foot in this place again.
“Amor? What are you doing here, I thought you had some, thing to be at?” Alexia asks from the couch, not even looking away from the game on the TV.
“Do you even remember what that thing was?”
Your jaw clenches in anger at the Catalan’s selfishness, realizing she didn’t even care enough to remember what she missed. Nala stays huddled near you, almost sensing your mood and trying to help out.
“Am I supposed to?” She yet again stays focused on the screen, meaning she doesn’t see how dressed up you are or how red your eyes look.
You laugh in disbelief which causes Alexia’s head to snap towards you. She can hear the malicious undertone of it, causing her eyebrows to furrow at your uncharacteristic behavior.
“You’re telling me you don’t even remember what tonight was? You knew it was something, but you didn’t bother remembering what?” You seethe, standing up straighter with your arms crossed over your chest.
You can practically see Alexia’s gears turning in her head, either trying to figure out what the event was or why you’re all of a sudden being cold towards her. When she sees that you have been crying, she quickly stands up and makes her way over to you, but when she tries to reach you, you step away before she can touch you.
“Amor, what’s wrong? Were you crying?”
“Like you care, Alexia.” You snap, turning around so you don’t have to face her, knowing that she’ll look like a kicked puppy.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Her tone becoming more aggravated by the second at your icy demeanor.
When you turn back around a few tears are lingering on your cheeks but you don’t seem to care. You want Alexia to own up to her actions after completely neglecting you for what feels like the hundredth time.
“It means that you can’t even remember your girlfriend’s opening night at the museum. You didn’t even care to text or anything. I thought that maybe you’d finally come with me to one of my work events, but I now see it’s too underclass for you to be seen there. To be seen with me.” The anger in your voice falters when it cracks from you trying everything not to cry in front of her at the moment.
Alexia remains silent with a look of despair on her face after coming to the realization of what today was. She knew that this was important to you and you had begged her several times to come and she didn’t need much convincing, but now she left you high and dry.
“Lo siento-”
“Don’t give me that sorry bullshit anymore, Alexia. I am tired of you apologizing and apologizing for not showing up but not making any effort to fix it. Sorry means nothing if you continue to do the things you’re sorry for.” You say, cutting off the ruse you have gotten too used to which makes the blonde look down at her hands.
Silence consumes the air between you two as you both stand across each other. You’re both only a few feet apart but it feels like you’re miles away from each other. There was once a time you two could be on separate continents but you’d still be just as close as if you two were in the same room. That time has been gone for quite a long time.
“Alexia-“
“Please stop calling me Alexia. I’m Ale or baby or anything else.” The Catalan pleads, looking up at you in desperation, knowing where this conversation is leading.
“I don’t think I can do this anymore.” You whisper as it’s now your turn to look at your hands that pick at the other’s nails.
“What?”
You don’t think you have heard that much emotion in Alexia’s voice ever. She sounds like she was just told her whole family was murdered.
Alexia knows she hasn’t been the best girlfriend in a while, always standing you up on dates, continuously busy with football, and just ignoring your presence. She wasn’t even sure if she realized at the time that you were sleeping at your own place which is extremely rare ever since you’ve been with her. She just hasn’t realized how far it has pushed you.
“I’m breaking up with you, Alexia. I can’t be with someone who isn’t there for me like I am for them.” You state strongly, not wanting to lose your willpower from the girl showing you more attention than she has the past few days.
“No, no, no, no. I’m sorry, bebe. Please give me a chance to make this right, to show you how much you mean to me. Please don’t leave.” Alexia reaches and grasps your hand as tears run down her face. Now that it dawns on her that she may lose you, she tears down the floodgates.
“It’s too late.” You murmur, removing your hand from her tight hold as she continues to plead for you.
Your chest feels incredibly heavy realizing what you’re leaving behind right now. A home you thought you’d grow a family in with the person you wanted that family with.
“Don’t call me because I won’t answer. Goodbye, Ale.” You press a kiss to her cheeks before moving to the front door. With one final look at the blonde, you turn around and leave without a stop.
Some thoughts are meant to remain just thoughts.
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Leo Valdez headcannons - fluffy version
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Gender neutral reader
When dating Leo Valdez you are 100% his favourite person and biggest priority
He’s always looking for you and wanting to be with you
Leo will look to share everything with you, new snack? He needs to share with you, someone says something funny? He needs to tell you about it.
When anything funny or weird will happen he will always look to you and you to him
He loves when you play with his hair
Leo will play with your fingers/hands
Instead of buying you flowers, he will make you flowers out of scrap metal. Every anniversary, birthday, Christmas,etc you get a different type of flower
Leo acts all confident but this man cannot take a compliment
Call him pretty or say he did something well and he will blush and tell you to stop, to shut up if he has too
If you are a reader, painter, collector, music lover, baker/cook, or have any hobbies that involve certain objects, Leo will go out of his way to find you a little something to go with that
Leo always looks shocked when you get him anything
He will be in absolute shock if you get him flowers, he’ll play it off but will definitely keep them forever
He will watch Disney movies (the old ones) with you and he loves them
Leo is a diehard fan of cheesy rom-coms
You will find him doing things that he’s seen in the movies
He’ll run and hide if you point it out
If you are someone that’s quick with comebacks or just witty comments he will have fun just bantering with you
He tells you all about his time in foster care
You comfort him and make him feel loved
He is your #1 defender at all times
Anyone says anything about you and smokes coming out of Leo’s ears
He will however make the worst jokes about you and find them absolutely hilarious when they land horribly and you stare at him like:😑
He is surprisingly good at drawing
In his workshop doodles and sketches of you are everywhere, on sticky notes on the walls, scratched into tables, the corner of blueprints, just about painted everywhere with ink
He will get grease all over his face and arms and forget about it
Leo will then shove himself into your arms getting you both dirty
Once you two get closer and further into the relationship he is the most comfortable person ever, I mean saying every thought he’s ever thought to you comfortable
Like he’s comfortable enough to wake you up in the middle of the night just to tell you about some weird dream he had
He 100% pursued you
Leo saw you, knew he wanted you and went after that
He was nervous but he got Annabeth to help him come up with a way to start a conversation
If he needed to he definitely chased you
He grovelled for you, begged for just one chance
You might’ve just been entertaining him at first, then you realize that Leo is the most dedicated person ever
He is the definition of dedication and devotion
Leo won’t even think of another person if he’s with you
He will be your best friend
One thing about Leo is that he will do anything, and I mean ANYTHING with you
You want to go out? He’s down, you want to go get a snack then walk around? He’s already there, you want to go see a movie? Leo already bough the tickets.
Even activities less suited for him, like museums, library dates or spa days. Basically, any calm activity, he will still put the effort in to stay still and silent
And you do the more crazy, energetic ones, even when your not 100% for it
If your having a bad day, he will come in and do one simple act of kindness that will give you the strength to continue the day
For example, during lunch you will accidentally drop your bite of food from your fork and then put your head in your hands done with the day. He will laugh a bit, then get a napkin to clean it up
You’ll do the same for him
Leo is always dropping kisses onto you
Not specifically your lips or even face, if he’s leaving a room he’ll drop a kiss onto your shoulder than leave
Neither of you are big on PDA, hate it actually
But he will find a way to do casual touches that portray such emoting
He will drag his nails over your back and just give you nice rental scratches everywhere
You guys will listen to each other talk about your interest even when you have no idea what the other is talking about
He steals all the blankets and you will absolutely turn over at night to see him on your pillow
Makes your tea/coffee/any drink the best way ever
Casually drops the most beautiful, thoughtful sentences ever then just leaves
Like words that will stay with you forever
He’s always tapping “I love you” onto you
You learn Morse code and now you communicate through it when you’re around others
He has finally found someone that will put him first and whom he can share an intense, loving connection with
Leo is no longer a 7th wheel and will never be again
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ACTION!
author's note. first fic of the event!!! thank u so so much @slytherinshua for making this cute banner<3
genre. crack, fluff, coffee shop au, non-idol
word count. 1048
summary. movie major!vernon decides to confess to you, lead by an impulse (and a rush of caffeine)
as creepy as it sounds, vernon has been watching you. not in a stalker way, of course, but it just so happened that you both liked the same cafe.
and you shared the same classes, like literature. and you both attended the movie club. and! he sometimes saw you on the gym when he went to accompany work out with mingyu.
he realised this a while ago – he has a serious crush on you.
he adored the way you always painted your nails with a glittery nail polish, the way your h/c hair fell on your arms perfectly. you also had amazing taste – not only he loved your fashion style but also during the club discussion about movies, he realised you both share the same taste in movies. and tropes… and favorite directors.
or when, like right now, you chewed on a straw while your gaze was stuck in your laptop. the almost coal-black coffee looked sweet as hell when you drank it.
letting out a deep sigh you put the plastic cup away and rested your chin on your hand, looking out of the window to observe passers-by. the pleasant chatter of the people inside the cafe made it really easy to space out.
vernon failed to notice that he let his hand lie on the keyboard, his essay turning into a bunch of incoherent letters.
suddenly, the door opened and a gust of cold wind sneaked inside causing you to turn around.
oh shh– you looked his way, don’t look–!
maybe it’s the day he should confess? you live once, no? he already asked his friends for a piece of advice – chan said to leave it, jeonghan insisted to go for it.
vernon sighed, grabbing his stuff and packing his belongings. careful enough not to nudge the empty glass after his cappuccino and plate with the rest of a lemon tart, he put his precious laptop covered in stickers into his bag. drumming his fingers in thought against it for a moment, he precisely weighed his options.
whatever, he’ll try. the worst you can say is no. besides, he once described emma watson as “a bit foreign, eyes beige and hair darkish-blondish”… so, props to teenager vernon for being so creative but he won’t be so corny now. hopefully.
maybe… i think i’m in love with you and you just gotta let my love adorn you. no, too poetic. and he’ll sound like a weirdo. no, no.
vernon ordered an americano (extra shot, extra ice, make it nice) and grabbed it, taking a deep breath. casually walking up to you, he cleared his throat.
“can i?”
your eyes tore away from the window and a cute smile appeared on your lips, brightening your face.
“sure, vernon. sit down, i wasn’t being productive anyways” you nodded and moved your laptop to make some place.
“y-you know my name?” he stuttered before plopping down. here goes his coolness…
“yeah, seungkwan introduced us. and we share classes together” you nodded, observing how the gears visibly turned in his head.
“would you like to be a part of my movie?” vernon suddenly blurted out and he felt as if the whole cafe turned quiet. no chatter, no rumble of coffee machines working and glasses clinking. just you, him and silence.
the tips of his ears reddened but his features remained calm.
“what? dude, i know you’re a cinematography major but i’m no professional” you scoffed and started chewing on your straw again.
“no, like… that was stupid. wh… you know what i major in?” vernon was, yet again, taken aback. you nodded, taking a sip of the black liquid. the ice cubes in your cup bounced off the plastic walls when you stirred it.
“vernon, you’re a friend of a friend. if course i know. you know my major too, so…” you let out an amused laugh and it was the most angelic sound he’s ever heard “but is the movie like a project?”
“no… just… y’know how everyone crushes emrata, emma watson or like, emma stone?” he named all the emmas he could, seeing that clearly you were confused by his words “and you… you’re just like everyone’s favorite movie”
“what the emmas have to do with that though?” you blinked, apparently ignoring his previous sentence.
vernon let out a shaky breath and looked around the room. couples, students, businesses men in a hurry. everyone surrounded by the smell of freshly grounded coffee beans in the air.
“that you’re way prettier than all of them combined. and i used to have… no, let’s not go there. i keep making weird parallels to movies but what i wanted to say is that i have a huge crush on you” the boy said, fiddling with his thumbs and missing the way the straw fell out of your mouth. his eyes kept scanning the people in the cafe, afraid to meet your gaze “if you don’t know, let me explain girl. hmm, so what i mean is that saying you’re perfect is not enough…”
you scoffed at his adorable awkwardness. his iced americano began to drip on the table long ago, a small puddle of water forming around it.
“vernon”
“even if it doesn’t work, it’s okay…” he shrugged, looking like he was talking to himself at this point rather than to you.
“vernon…”
“we’ll probably fight from time to time but we’ll overcome it like it’s nothing–”
“chwe hansol!”
his gaze snapped up, eyes widening.
“not the government name?! sorry. what were you saying?” vernon rose his eyebrows and then blinked slowly. oh he’s such an idiot.
“you’re so cute” you snickered and leaned forward, resting your chin on your interlocked hands “sure, let’s give it a go. action! as they say on movie sets, no?”
“wha… are you serious?” vernon couldn’t believe this. it all happened so quickly and very impulsively… and… it happened for real.
“one hundred percent serious, you movie nerd. i thought you were cute ever since i joined that movie club… so why not?” you nodded gently and saw a white smile bloom on his lips.
“i… i kinda can’t believe it. but so… y/n, may we go on a first date then? movies?” he asked excitedly, whipping out his student id “i have discounts!”
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The Death of Me //part 2
Fandom: Aquaman
Summary: (very small spoilers for the movie) Finding Orm on your doorstep was not something you expected. Having him move in was even worse. But the effect he still had on every part of your life would be the death of you.
Even though you learned early on the world was an unjust and cruel place, it still managed to surprise you occasionally. The last bits of hope clung to your cloudy mind, snatched away from you once you pried your eyes open to see your nightmare incarnate sitting by the kitchen table.
The fever knocked you out for a few blissful hours; earlier events fading into a half-remembered dream. But there was no denying the truth once you noticed the suspiciously clean counters and sudden lack of accumulated trash laying around. And, worst of all, your new roommate.
Or caregiver. Or pain in the ass. Or man that made your heart twitch in a way signaling either a crush or a heart attack. Who cared about semantics?
Orm Marius, former Ocean Master and currently just some guy, sat in the middle of the kitchen, making his way through a book. The seaside house was home to many books, although you doubted the original owner ever had the time to browse through them.
A small mercy had been granted to you and Orm didn't notice you had woken up. You couldn't help but observe him. Even though he was no stranger to you, and quite recently you'd helped break him out of prison and even somehow saved the world together, you still felt mesmerized by the way he moved and looked.
Even now, the dying evening light entering through the window painted the room in deep shadows, and softened the planes of Orm's face. He had positioned himself close to the window to read in the dimming light. It allowed you to see the softened curve of his shoulders and the way he tilted his head, studying the book just as carefully as you studied him.
“Glad to see you're doing better,” Orm said, without moving.
You jumped a little, making your injuries flare up in a wave of pain. A startled whine escaped your lips when your body reminded you how sore it actually was.
Orm put the book down and stepped over to the couch. Before you managed to say anything, he pressed his hand to your forehead. Whatever words rose in your throat, scattered.
“You're still burning,” Orm muttered with concern and furrowed brows. “Are you sure your medicine is working?”
“...it just needs some time.”
Your voice came out weaker than you expected. You felt fuzzy, and the room around you was definitely moving a little.
Orm was not convinced, and disappeared from your line of sight for a while.
Your fever was probably on the rise again, which was to be expected. For the past few days you'd been in and out of it, drowning in sweat and fighting off the urge to scratch underneath your bandages.
You kicked off the thin blanket, hoping Orm wouldn't touch you again. You were dreadfully aware of how wet Orm's hand must've come off and of the old sweat stench surrounding you. In your defense, you didn't expect any visitors, so for the past few days you focused on passively surviving rather than dragging your corpse to the shower once a day.
You heard Orm's steps before he entered your vision. “Man, just leave me alone. I'm seriously fine on my own—”
A wet towel slapped onto your face, splashing cold water around. What a simple, yet effective way of both shutting you up and providing relief. You'd be impressed if it didn't piss you off so much.
You dragged it off your eyes and came face to face with Orm, suddenly crouching way too close to your liking. He looked at you intensely and then raised an eyebrow.
“If you want me gone, then you should be perfectly capable of throwing me out. You didn't have any trouble last time we sparred.”
“That would be so rude of me. It would crush your ego.”
“As if you ever bothered being polite.”
“I am the nicest person that has ever graced this Earth.”
“You look like a corpse on its way to the afterlife. Unless your state improves, I'm not leaving. The only choice you have is finally dying or getting better and kicking me out. And since I'd rather see the outcome of option number two, I think we have to start with these bandages.”
“They’re in place.”
“The wounds need to be cleaned and dressed again. I can smell that from back here.”
With a hiss through clenched teeth, you dragged yourself into a sitting position, as far away from Orm as was possible on the couch.
“...look who's impolite now.”
Orm moved closer to you with a darkened expression. It made you shiver and put one bare foot on his chest in the only defense you could muster. He wrapped his fingers around your ankle, but didn't move any closer.
“It's not about politeness or pride,” he explained slowly, not taking his eyes off you. “I want you to feel better, regardless of what it takes.”
The way your cheeks heated had very little to do with the fever. In a kinder world, Orm wouldn't have noticed it.
But in this one, he was too observant to miss something like that. His lips curled in the faintest of smiles just as his hand moved further up your leg, slowly dragging his fingers over your scorching skin. Your heart was in your throat and wanted out.
You slapped the wet towel onto his arm and freed your leg.
“Such profound words for someone so annoying.”
“Whatever gets you moving. These wounds really do need cleaning, and I will not back down from that one.”
“I can do it myself.”
“If you could, you would've done it days ago—when it was actually due. That's enough waiting, take them off.”
You thought back to how far your injuries went under your shirt. It provided you with a surprisingly effective burst of motivation to heave yourself off the couch and onto semi-steady legs.
You wobbled off in the general direction of the bathroom, wishing for your torment to finally end.
“Please do avoid any further injuries,” Orm called after you, watching your unsteady search for clean clothes and a towel. There was painful stiffness to your joints, but you were extremely motivated to overcome it.
“I promise to graciously call for your aid right before I break my neck on these marvelous tiles.”
There was not much dignity left in you, but you did your best to protect it by switching the bathroom lock rather than slamming the door.
You could've sworn you heard Orm chuckle.
#orm marius#orm marius x reader#orm x reader#orm x you#aquaman imagine#aquaman orm#Aquaman orm marius#the death of me#orm marius x you
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dear mr. wayne — b.w
part one: dear mr. wayne
part two: aftermath
part three: aporia
epilogue
summary: it’s not easy being a politician’s wife. it’s even harder to love a vigilante. months of negligence make you an easy target to his enemies.
pairing: bruce wayne/battinson x reader
genre: angst romance & dark action
warnings: swearing; smoking; kidnapping; violence; a bit of gore; “you” is she/her; bruce is the worst husband ever btw
word count: 2.8k
A/N: i wrote this back in january 2022 when the batman movie had just premiered, so kinda off the hype here. i hope you enjoy it anyway. already working on part 2, let me know if you guys would like it! also, this has taken a path way darker than i had in mind so i’m sorry if it’s too much. comments are appreciated!
gotham city, USA.
it's late.
you have no clock nearby, but you feel it in your bones. in your muscles too. it's too late and bruce should be home already. laying in the sofa, only half conscious, you regret telling alfred to go to bed. at least you wouldn't be alone. of course, being married to the batman you knew he would patrol at night often. you were okay with it. but lately bruce had been too focused on his other, and recent, goal: running for mayor. at first it seemed out of character, he was never good with the public or the press. but he stared at thomas wayne's painting in the hall in such painful façade, it made sense all off sudden. you were supportive of it. you showed up to every event just to stay by his side, to show the people the lovable man he was. the man you loved. the man who couldn't even be home for dinner.
the penthouse's elevator dings, opening its doors at the end of the hallway you see perfectly from your seat. your head doesn't lift instantly, like in the first week. instead, a long sigh escapes from your lips as bruce reaches the living room.
"hello, darling." he says, still in motion as he walks the stairway up to the room you shared. not a single kiss, or a hug. you follow him, because what else is there to do? you need to go to bed anyway. by the time you get there, slowly, his suit is already on the floor and he's taking a shower.
"how was the meeting?" you ask, knowing he usually did his Wayne Enterprising meetings — which consisted of hanging out long hours in bars with business men — at night. recently, he started a complicated relationship with a real estate company he wanted to invest in.
"the usual." he stopped fully answering these questions three weeks ago, making the only time you ever talked even shorter. the city has gotten more violent than ever since his batman duties were put on standby.
"any closer to sealing the deal?" you sit on the bed, watching the open bathroom door.
"probably." it's not like he's being rude. well, maybe a little bit. he just doesn't want to talk any more, it's clear on his tone. but it's 2am and you brain isn't working too well.
"when is this gonna end, bruce?" you finally say, as he puts his boxers on. "when are we ever having dinner again? or going on a date? when are you gonna stop treating me like i'm some sort of home decor?" you almost vomit out the words that have been stuck on your throat for days. surprisingly, the heartache doesn't softens. instead, it gets worse. it's like admitting your abandonment.
six months ago, you started trying to get pregnant. it hadn't always been a dream of yours, but the idea of having an heir to all you've spent your life building is charming. you realised you were in the right time to do so, you had just turned 28, bruce was 32, and both had stable careers. a month later, bruce announced his candidacy. and so soon you gave up. you told yourself once he won the election everything would be fine. you would try again. but, realistically, being a mayor was already a lot of work on itself. he wouldn't want a pregnant wife or a child to take care of. after the four years, who knows? he might as well have a new life project. and your family would always stand on the side.
"i don't know what you're talking about..." he doesn't look into your eyes. hell, he barely looks at you. that feeling, the negligence, is enough to trigger the tears. you take a deep breath, making an effort to look composed.
"don't you, though?" your voice is shaken. look at me. look at me. look at me. look at me. he doesn't. "bruce." you call, finally getting his attention. however, the boredom on his face knocks you off your feet, legs trembling in pain and anger. "i just want you to make an effort on us..."
"really? cause that's all i ever done." he's leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed in a way you would find attractive in other circumstances. but now he's yelling and you fight back the urge to shrink into the mattress. "do you think i wanna have a kid on this fucked up town? i'm tryna fix this. fix everything!" his faces turns red-ish. something inside of you makes you want to leave the room. you've always been an avoider, that is one of the reasons you hadn't really had couple fights. so, basically, this is very new. "i've got the weight of the fucking world on my back."
"let's leave then" you manage to say, replacing the you chose this. it was true, however, that he was the one to put himself in this position. bruce wayne could've gotten his entire life without working if he wanted to. but he always needed to save everyone, to suffer for other's happiness. he was a giver. sometimes you wondered if he needed to be saved instead.
"you know i can't do that." he mumbles, in a defeated tone. a sigh escapes from his lips, suddenly the tiredness takes over his face. it's almost enough to make you let it go, to internalise your distress again. he really can't, you know that. he feels that the city is his liability, because it was the only thing he had since he became an orphan. but he had you, too. he just didn't acknowledge that.
"and i can't stay like this." it sounds like an whisper, but it's a plead. choose me. please. he seems to read it in your eyes, face contorting in agony when he realises what you're asking for. me or gotham? it's stupid to think he would ever choose you. but you hoped, so desperately, because you would choose him. always.
"let's not do this tonight, okay? i have to be in the office by the morning." tears instantly fall as he turns off the lights and lays on the bed, turning his back to where you slept. for a moment, you're static. his words were final. were you ever in control of something in your life? why were all of these decisions being made for you? mechanically, you stand on both feet and walk to the door. you don't even notice your movement until you're on the elevator. your husband didn't intervene either. this neighbourhood is one of the safest in town, which honestly isn't much but you had to get out. anyway, nowhere is totally safe at 3am.
you walk two blocks, clinging to the fluffy sweater you wore. the depressing air of gotham slows your pace, to a point you start wondering if it was really necessary to be aware. you could feel the city devouring you, starting with your hope. the blue 24h sign lights up the street, in a way that isn't welcoming, but you know the place well enough to not be scared to get in. a bell sounds over the door and wakes up the male behind the counter. he's got long black hair and seems to haven't seen a good night of sleep in weeks. same,you think.
"hi. can i get the blue one?" you point at the camel's behind the man. he nods, quickly putting a pack on the wooden board. the prices pops up on the cashier's display. you pay and go outside. smoking was an bad habit from your college days, when pressure got too excruciating. every now and then you would treat yourself to some cigarettes, for the confidence it gave you. the sense of control to be the one, for once, ruining yourself. the smoke burns your throat on the first inhale and you hold back a cough. you're too entertained by the cigar to notice the black van approaching. it stops right in front of you, and everything happens too quickly for your brain to process. it's all dark.
he's in a meeting, the boring kind.
the kind that has him seated in silence while a representative talks to his employees, who never get to listen to their actual boss. there's a chart being shown on a large tv on the other side of the room. he's not listening, though. he's writing down ideas for a thanksgiving speech. a head pops into the conference room.
"mr. wayne." it's one of the new assistants, hired especially for the election season. he didn't care to memorise her name, because temps usually don't last long. if she hadn't called him, he might've not even looked up. but the room is silent, expecting eyes on him. the girl at the door looks terrified. "you're urgently required outside, please."
he sighs as he gets up from his leather chair. the second the door closed behind him, chatter is heard again. in the corridor, the woman conducts him to his office and they get in. there's a bit of a commotion, four men lounge around his table, all their faces tense.
"mr. wayne, i'm afraid we don't have good news." the head of the marketing team speaks, a man called robert vance. he's probably said the same phrase to bruce about seven times this month, so that doesn't do much. the assistant approaches with an ipad, unpausing a video. "we received this from an anonymous email about forty minutes ago. we weren't able to get the ip address just yet."
the video starts with a black screen, zooming out to show a woman with a bag over her head. she has her hands on her back and is kneeling on the ground. bruce's heart skips a beat noticing the hair falling down her shoulders.
"bruce wayne..." an eerie voice whispers from behind the camera, breathing heavily. "i've robbed an egg from your basket, and you haven't even noticed!" there's a disturbing chuckle and the video shakes a bit. bruce doesn't move, eyes stuck on the screen. no one in the room has done anything other than breathing. someone gulps. "it's been long hours, but we're having fun, aren't we, darling?" a gloved hand reaches for the bag, pulling it out. her face - your face - is dripping blood. you're biting on a fabric, still in your home clothes. bruce's jaw clenches. you're crying, face beaten, in this degrading situation. your eyes pierce the screen right into his. suddenly, a gun is tapped on your forehead and you close your eyes into a sob. your lips mouth please. "i'm running out of patience here, you're running out of time. let's do business, shall we?" he laughs, knocking the pistol on the side of your head, making you fall laying on the floor, unconscious. the spot bleeds. "here's my proposal: you come clean about your father's deal with carmine falcone and maybe i don't shoot little mrs. wayne... or i do both. it's your choice, really. the clock is ticking. tick tock, wayne."
the video stops, the sight of a gun pointed at your unresponsive body burns into his mind. bruce is panting, the adrenaline rushes into his brain. there's a million of plans being built, but none of them seem viable.
"don't let media get this." he managed to say. one of the men in suits says it's too late. the tv flicks on showing a news report on the video. he kicks the side of his table, the contents being thrown across the room. "FUCK! you bastards wait forty fucking minutes to show me this?" he screams, no one can look him in the eyes. a hand runs through his black hair. "meanwhile my wife is out there with a gun on her head! and what have you done? i swear to god, if i don't find her alive and well i'm killing everyone in this goddamned room with my bare hands."
he storms out of there, reaching to his phone to call alfred and noticing the multiple missed calls. fucking silent mode. the sun is setting.
"i got the address." the butler says, instead of hello. a 'ding' sounds in his ear.
there has been pain for so long. you try to remember before the pain. but all is pain. he has to make it stop.
the floor is cold cement and you feel so small in this huge warehouse. the man in the mask knows you can't run. not only you're tied up, but the will had left you long before getting dragged into that van. he sees it in your eyes. so he strolls around, always in that ridiculous dark green overall. then he beats you up for fun. no cameras. just you and the devil himself. you find yourself praying, after all these years. you don't pray to get out, no. you pray so that it ends soon. you pray that the stab wound in your abdomen will get you an infection. you pray that when you close your eyes, you never have to open them again. but the divine has left you in the cold cement.
there's an explosion. your eyes open. there's smoke and dust taking over one of the walls. you're seeing everything horizontally, cheek on the floor. the man in green is just as scared as you were.
bruce wayne busted that fucking wall down. he expected a full team of psychopaths and maybe some more security. there was just one coward in the warehouse. the thing stares at him coming out of the smoke, fingers fidgeting. the batman steps forward. the freak steps back. then turns around, runs to a half broken wardrobe and grabs a gun from it. bruce walks slowly. there's a struggle loading the gun. he takes the opportunity to run and throw the thing on the floor. he bangs his head on it. the vermin screams. he takes one punch. two. tries to reach for the fallen gun. bruce steps on his hand and the loud crack echoes in the room. he screams again. three punches. the mask is taken off. his nose is bleeding. more punches. he holds the neck. the head is turning purple. oh how he wants to kill this little shit. bruce wayne will kill him. it will just take a few more seconds...
"baby, no" at first he thinks he's imagining it. it's so soft, so weak. but he looks up and there she is. his hands loose. right on the corner, chains on her legs. her face is ruined from blood and dirt. her wrists bleed too. the motherfucker chained her. hell is too good for this thing.
bang. on his shoulder. he looks down and the blood is dripping on the freak's face. he’s pushed to the side, holding the wound. tiny white dots obstruct his vision. he grunts through the pain. the man gets up and runs towards you. bruce can’t move. he arches his back, trying to roll and lay on his chest. it feels like he can’t move his arm anymore, like his bones had detached. when he finally does so, the man is escaping through a window. his hand searches for the adrenaline-boost in his belt, grabs it and quickly injects on his leg. it takes a second to get his blood rushing again. he crawls up and jumps through the window, which leads him to a metal balcony.
you’re almost standing, but he holds your chains and a gun to your face. the shooting sound had scared you awake. you can’t believe how close to bruce you finally are, but the conditions couldn’t be worse. you can hear water running below your feet, you don’t need daylight to show you the violent river you’re standing above. this is not good.
bruce has his hands up in the air and is holding himself back to not do anything stupid. the man’s face is contorting into the creepiest smile. no.
everything happens so slowly, yet he’s not quick enough to grab you in time. you’re falling in the air and he jumped after you. for a moment, the world is air. you can’t hold out your hand. your hair is flying in your face, he does not want to die without seeing you one last time. his cape holds him back and the distance between you only increases. you’re gone. the impact comes.
part two
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all of my yellowjacket headcannons (so far)
word count is like a trillion ok i’m not counting all this
lottie
she/her transfem! lesbian bottom (try to convince me otherwise)
-schizophrenic
-definitely has some type of ocd
-ptsd
started playing soccer when she was little
will actually go insane is you steal any of her clothes if you look at her she will actually be drooling with heart eyes
this girl is french and is HORRIBLE at it
plays piano
also knows violin because her parents made her take it doesn’t play is anymore though
lottie isn’t jealous but very protective of you
her favorite (modern!) singers are
-phoebe bridgers
-tv girl
-faye webster
-clairo
-#1 laufey fan on the world
unironically knows every katy perry song by heart because she used to be her favorite when she was little
her room is huge
likes putting her hair in pigtails
golden retriever girlfriend she’s so sweet to you and loves to spend time and money on you you guys always stay at her house would literally kiss the ground you walk on if you asked her too:((
also the worst cooker you ever met like how did you fuck up toast why is the smoke alarm going off??
favorite color is blue
lottie definitely has a hairstylist she goes too every month to get permed and there really close i can see her telling them about ALL the school drama
lottie wants write story’s when she’s older maybe romance or mystery idk but i can just imagine her having a typewriter and writing you story’s she has wanted to do it since she was a kid and is very passionate about it:((
what i think her favorite shows are:desperate housewives,american horror story,sailer moon
time burton enthusiast
so scared of horror movie like she will start crying
her favorite characters are:
-emily (corpse bride)
-bree (desperate housewives)
-starfire (teen titans)
always goes on and on about how she’s bubblegum and your marceline she LOVES adventure time
her favorite movie is bridge to terabithia
lotties favorite animal is a bunny and she really wants a pet bunny
BEGS you to give her your bra and your confused but you give it too her and she makes a bracelet out of it and wears it practically every day proudly
also think that lottie is a great artist? like sketching and painting wise
nat
SAY IT WITH ME transmasc! (he/they) definitely bi and a bottom why? because i say so
-depressed
-dyslexic
-ptsd
started playing soccer in middle school
LOVES christmas like has an unhealthy obsession with it
northern italian knows the launage pretty well also a great cook
wants to play electric guitar
his favorite (modern!) singers are
-tyler the creator
-radiohead
-alex g
-motley crue
-is so obsessed with mistki don’t even get me started
randomly painted his room black one day when he was bored
usually prefers his hair down
you give him haircuts he doesn’t trust anyone else someone definitely fucked up his hair once and he never went back
he’s stubborn black cat energy but he can be soft sometimes he hates being vulnerable around you
his favorite color is black or gray
just wants to be famous tbh but he wants to be in a band
what i think his favorite shows are:rick and morty,bojack horseman,shameless
LOVES horror movies and reality tv like 90 day fiancé and the kardashions
also likes claymation
his favorite characters are
-ash (fantastic mr fox)
-sidney (i am not ok with this)
-coraline (coraline)
his favorite movie is little miss sunshine
nat’s favorite animal is a panther he saw one in the jungle book when he was little and just thought it looked cool
always headcannoing characters as trans like finn from adventure time or jeff from clarence he’s so cute:((
nat skateboards too definitely not great at it but does it when he’s bored
jackie
(she/her) is just a bratty pillow princess lesbian you can’t fool me
-adhd asf
-neurodivergent for sure
-ptsd
started playing soccer because she was bored eighth grade tbh i don’t think she likes it as much as the others but she thinks it’s fun
always takes your hoodies fact
this girl is a vegetarian for sure
jackie is greek which is shocking to everyone
jackie is jealous always period
hey gays ass button ups bro
her favorite (modern!) singers are
-ariana grande her fav
-rihanna
-billie eilish
-harry styles
-lana del ray
pretty mainstream music taste
all pink room it’s very like coquette?
ponytail girl but also enjoys her hair down
is obsessed with you like unhealthy obsession always needs to be around you
favorite color is light pink duh
jackie gets perms so she really doesn’t care who does her hair
wants to be a makeup guiro or just stay at home honestly she hates working
what i think her favorite shows are:euphoria, grays anatomy,glee
i think she likes very drama files shows and will rant about tv show characters and there dynamics and why she think that there like that and etc for HOURS
ughhh jackie is such a girls girl like she is the friend who always has your back and has gum or a tampon for you she is the friend who would check you on your period
her favorite characters are:
-maddy (euphoria)
-regina (mean girls)
-amy (gone girl)
her favorite movie is DEFINITELY jennifer’s body
jackie is a cat lover and has 2 i can see her with a orange and a gray cat and they always fight
shauna
DEFINITELY bi (she/her) and i could see her as a switch?
-bipolar
-ptsd
joined soccer with jackie eighth grade
has like thousands of boxers
russian
knows how to play saxophone (she doesn’t even know how she learned she just did) she doesn’t own one though
so jealous but never says anything (this girl cannot communicate to save her life)
her favorite (modern!) singers are
-the cranberries
was so mad when they got popular on tiktok and had to let everyone know they where her fav since day 1 (everyone knew)
-suki waterhouse
-cigarettes after sex
-never got over halsey since 2017
-lady gaga
she honestly doesn’t care how her room looks but it’s never clean
doesn’t do anything with her hair really
writes you notes about how she appreciates you or how much she loves you cause it’s hard for her to tell you how she feels but she loves you so much:((
green is her favorite color
shauna’s hair may seem simple but she’s VERY picky about how it’s cut and is always worried there gonna cut it bad so she gets it cut like twice a year(she always ends up hating it)
she wants to be some sort of doctorate she’s fascinated by the human body so i can see her wanting to be a surgeon
what i think her favorite shows are:good girls, queens gambit,13 reasons why
her favorite characters are:
-velma (chicago)
-cassie (euphoria)
-susanna (girl interrupted)
her favorite movie is chicago (loves musicals)
a simple gal she really likes dogs
taissa
she/her lesbian switch
-ptsd
joined soccer in fifth grade
mixed (duh)
used to be in the marching band
her favorite (modern!) singers are
-bruno mars
(screams when i was your man and grenade in her car way too much)
-frank ocean
-post malone
(also screams his songs in the car)
-has a soft spot for shawn mendas has all of his albums
-really enjoys 60’s music so she really likes elvis
her room is pretty big too not huge on decorating
doesn’t care about hair like at all will wear a headband sometimes
a good girlfriend like if your cold she will give you her jacket type she has a temper never jealous either girlfriend material she’s the type you would want your kid to date y’know?
respectful to adults gets good grades and stuff
her favorite color is brown and everyone is like that’s weird and she is trying to convince them like “no guys it’s pretty hear me ou-“
cuts her own hair thinks it’s overpriced and dumb to have someone professionally do it
tai wants to be something important like president or some shit i can see her being a lawyer
what i think her favorite shows are:the umbrella academy,big mouth,skins
tai only watches skins and euphoria type shows because she loves the drama
her favorite characters:
-hermoine (harry potter)
-patrick (perks of being a wallflower)
-nadine (edge of seventeen)
her favorite movie is the 6th harry potter movie she also thinks it’s the most underrated
she likes tigers
van
she/her and lesbian switch
-anxiety
-ptsd
joined soccer in sixth grade
irish
plays the trumpet but is kinda embarrassed by it
her favorite (modern!) singers are
-nicki manaj
-fiona apple
-tori amos
-girl in red duh
-david bowie
-was ziggy stardust for halloween when she was 8
posters EVERYWHERE can’t convince me her room is not painted red
doesn’t care about hair either puts in a ponytail to keep it out of her face
is a great girlfriend all the same traits as taissa except not the best at school she’s honestly surprised she graduated
favorite color is red
her uncle cuts her hair for like five bucks out of his garage also i definitely think she used to have a bowl cut when she was little
doesn’t really care about money she just wants to be happy wants to own a record store or be a professional soccer player
speaking of records she definitely has a lot of collections like lowkey a hoarder…but her stuff is cool though! like funky pops hat wheels cd’s records etc
what i think her favorite shows are:beavis and butthead, avatar, south park
mostly likes adult animation
her favorite characters are:
-harley (suicide squad)
-ron (harry potter)
-beast boy (teen titans)
her favorite movie is the bee movie or lego batman there cinematic masterpieces
van likes pigeons for not particular reason she just thinks there funny looking
i can see van as a surfer too like her dad definitely is one also i can imagine her being really close with her dad and they have a local family business bakery:((
misty
she/her and idk her position or sexually like i genuinely have no idea
-autistic
-ptsd
always wanted to be on the team but knew she was bad at sports
german definitely
her favorite (modern!) singers are
-boy genius
-the beatles
-justin bieber
-pink
-melanie martenz is her favorite forever
light purple room has justin bieber posters everywhere
lowkey forgets she has hair whenever people comment on it she’s like “oh yeah!”
very obsessive of you and loves you almost too much sometimes you think it’s creepy but than your like “awww she’s so cute”
loves the color yellow
i can see her being a k-pop stan too
(her bias in bts is j-hope)
also is a famous editer on tiktok and no one knows😭her username is like “gxxbflix” or some shit
literally has had one haircut in her life like it never grows?
i see her as a pharmacist
what i think her favorite shows are:walking dead,mlp,monster high
i just think she really enjoys getting into all types of fandoms
has SO many online friends
definitely loves romance anime
plays clarinet
is in band
favorite characters:
-cruella (cruella)
-alice (alice in wonderland)
-edward (edward sciccor hands)
and mistys favorite movie is alice through the looking glass (because it shows the queen of hearts back story and misty loves her)
and misty likes birds duh
those are my headcannons for them i know it’s a lot but i’m obsessed ok send requests if you have any please
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#yellowjackets x reader#yellowjackets#lottie matthews#natalie scatorccio#jackie taylor#shauna shipman#taissa turner#van palmer#misty quigley#lottie matthews x reader#natalie scatorccio x reader#jackie taylor x reader#shauna shipman x reader#wlw
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Pre-movie ponysona lore 🗣️🗣️
tfw when you're investigating a suspect for being too interested in pegasi and possible technology smuggling, but she's always doing weird fangirl stuff around you and that's distracting so you can never catch her-
Bonus:
Here's the whole story down the cut fdfd
Pre-movie events, Sketchy Blush used to be an unsolved case on sheriff Hitch's career. An earth pony with nothing unusual to report who suddenly wouldn't leave her home and avoid any questions? Odd. It was when Hitch heard her asking Sunny about pegasi, then spotted her drawing on an odd device later that night — some sort of...thin screen you could use without any cables? A 'tablet' if he heard her muttering correctly — that he knew he had to investigate. Easier said than done. How could he focus with her acting the weirdest ways whenever they met?
Sketchy loved art, but she was not into painting nor drawing on paper like all earth ponies, so why did she have an oddly-shaped pen on her cutie mark? One day she stumbled with an artist pegasus who pretended to be an earth pony to study them (probably not canon but tbh I HEAVILY doubt no pony ever tried watching the others closely at least once even if for the thrill of it, look at Argyle). Once it was clear he was no murderous creature, she got interested in what he did and they made a deal. Everytime he visited she'd give him food and answer any questions, and he would give her pegasi technology so she could do digital art too. She managed to live off commissions and all that stuff. Shame she had to pretend to be a pegasi in social media AND hide her new life from her own kind. The worst part? The handsome sheriff won't stop investigating her!
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ye that's all. I wanted to explore the idea of what if a pony was fated to do something not available yet because of the division, hence the idea of her doing something that required advanced technology. That led to the dynamic of suspect vs sheriff. Hitch treated her as a criminal mastermind bc he just could never catch her on the act, but really she only managed to get away by sheer stupidity lmao They do warm up to each other with time(the chase becomes more fun than irritant at some point), but it's not until everypony begins living in harmony and her profession became...well, legal I guess, that they can properly become friends(and maybe more ;) )
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Off The Hook.
mike x vandal reader
smut (16+ only)
wc: 2.3k
mike catches you in the act and you have to spend the night with him in the security office while he tries to contact vanessa
tw: age gap, smut, language, dub-con, blowjobs, cock worship
“Hey!”
Mike shouts down the hallway, torch light bouncing off the linoleum tiles. You freeze and your spray paint can hits the floor with a guilty thud. Instinctively, your hands shoot into the air in defence one shielding your eyes from the blinding flashlight. He lowers it with a sigh, when the owner had mentioned break-ins he’d imagined someone a little bigger and meaner than the cowering girl in front of him.
“Come on man, what do you think you’re doing?” he calls out to you, trying to sound intimidating but failing to hide the lack of concern in his voice. Taking a few steps towards you with his torch now pointed towards the floor to prevent any further blinding and one hand on his radio. Without thinking you begin to back up, slowly and delicately like a startled baby deer, until your foot rolls over your deserted paint can sending you hurtling towards the checkerboard tiles. Your skull hits the ground with a sickening crack.
“Oh my god, Vanessa is gonna kill me!” are the words that rouse you from your unconscious, taking a few moments to fully open your eyes and be aware of your surroundings you realise you’re in a rundown office, six monitors stand on the desk in front of you - their light threatening to seal your eyes again for good.
“Please can you turn those things off…" you manage to whimper despite the seismic waves of pain radiating from the crown of your head. A ginormous sigh of relief escapes Mike’s lips as he makes his way to where you’re propped up against the far wall of his office.
He’d panicked when you’d hit the floor earlier and hauled you to his office, drenched in sweat and pulsing with fear he’d ran around the pizzeria in a frenzy searching for anything remotely soft or comforting. Unfortunately Freddie’s was more of rotting carcass of a place than a cosy place you’d want to nap at. Eventually he’d settled on an old burlap sack from the kitchen, rolled up neatly and tucked behind your head and his zip-up hoodie over your bare legs. Desperate to talk to someone with some kind of first aid experience he’d been whisper shouting into his radio for Vanessa’s attention without success for the better part of half an hour.
“Oh, um sorry!” he scrambles over to his desk to shut off the obnoxiously bright monitors, always eager to please. How likely are 2 vandal break-ins in one night anyway?
“Is that better? I’m sorry I don’t have any water for you to drink, I have 1 tylenol in my pocket but it’s been there for a while,” the words shoot out of his mouth before he has the chance to think them over. If he was smart he’d have zip tied you to a pipe and played the mean cop like they do in the movies. No that’s weird. Maybe he should’ve just let you do what you came here to do and leave, then he would’ve had a chance to clean the paint up before it dried, the thought of scraping the dried neon green off the wallpaper made him a little annoyed.
Mike’s now sour attitude made him want to mess with you, just a bit, before he let you go to luckily face no real consequences.
“Don’t think i’ve forgotten about what I caught you doing.” His brows furrow with pretend irritation which causes your eyes to widen like a deer in headlights. Long eyelashes batting against your flushed cheeks make him reconsider what he was doing for a second before going right back to glaring holes through your flesh.
“I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t know anybody was in here I swear!” You squeak out your defence. Sir? Something stirred in Mike’s pants that he tried his best to ignore. God why did you have to be the worst criminal ever. Your tiny skirt and your doe eyes and stupidly soft skin. Nothing in Mike’s life is fair.
“Please don’t call the cops- I’ll do anything, please-“
“Why shouldn’t I? You not only trespassed but vandalised the property that I’m supposed to protect from delinquents like you.” He decided not to reveal that not even his personal law enforcement connection could be bothered to drive up here and arrest some dumb college student. Not only that but he’d be in deeper trouble than you for sleeping on the job and letting said college student get in.
“I’m not a delinquent! If anything I was doing this place a favour, at least it smells like paint now instead of rot-“
“You’re not helping your case little miss. No one in your position would be that mouthy.” Mike surprises himself with this unexpected bout of confidence and tries not to let it show on his face. Honestly, you could’ve bolted down the hall the minute you woke up and gotten off the hook so why were you still looking up at him from the floor?
“Like I said, I’d do anything to get out of this position.” Your words hang in the air like cigarette smoke, swirling around his head and intoxicating him more with each breath. Your eyes are crawling down his body now, taking in every inch of him from his perfectly messy hair and charming face to his spread legs which gives you an idea. Without a word you’re stalking towards him on all fours, stopping just in front of him to sit on your knees and stare up at him again.
It takes a lot of strength for Mike not to let his jaw hit the floor, lips pressed into a tight line seems to keep him from slobbering, never in a million years would he have expected this to happen to him at this job. You must be joking right? Just some silly practical joke, all of your friends are gonna come running in with their cameras out any minute now… right? Or was there really a pretty girl begging at his feet right now? Deciding to trust that you weren’t about to disappear into a cloud of smoke when he touched you, he caresses the side of your face so gently like you’re made of glass. His rough calloused hands hold your cheek while his thumb strokes your cheekbone tenderly.
This completely catches you off guard and you can’t help but just stare at him in a daze until he pulls your head up to lock eyes. His are chocolate brown and covered by a glossy lust-filled haze that makes your heart skip a beat. Without thinking you cover his hand on your face with your own and guide his thumb to your open mouth. Your lips wrap around the digit and your tongue circles it slowly making sure to close your eyes in performative ecstasy before releasing his thumb with a loud pop.
Mike can’t help the groan that rips its way out of his throat. Maybe it was his severe lack of intimate experience but he’d never seen something so pornographic. His dick twitches and aches inside his pants once again and this time he gives in to its demands, unzipping his mid-blue jeans and pulling them down to relieve some pressure.
Your eyes widen watching him remove his jeans, now there’s only one layer of clothing between you and where you so desperately want to taste. His cock strains against the thin grey cotton of his briefs when your palm slides up his thigh, so slow he has to stop himself from whining. Finally, your hand grasps his throbbing cock, palming it lightly to elicit a strained groan from the man standing over you. Mike’s mouth is hanging open in ecstasy while his eyes are screwed shut as if he’s trying desperately not to wake up from a dream. The desperate noises coming from Mike were all the encouragement you needed to continue, so you decided the boxers needed to go. Moving your hands from his hard cock to the waistband of his underwear made him let out a tiny whimper that he hoped you didn’t hear, but as the tight cotton and elastic were pulled down he couldn’t help but sigh with relief when his shaft felt the cool air of the security office. It was incredibly hard, embarrassingly so for the small amount of foreplay that had transpired so far which made his cheeks flush, but even in the low light of his office he could see that he wasn’t the only one.
From where you were sitting, knees tucked neatly beneath you and his cock looming just in front of your face the reality of what you were doing finally set in. Were you really about to get this guy off in a dingy, dimly lit security office inside an abandoned kid’s restaurant? Just to get yourself out of trouble? Okay maybe not just to get yourself out of trouble, you steal a glance at his face again his big brown eyes and embarrassed smile and are reminded of the arousal pooling in your underwear. Rubbing your thighs together you look up into his eyes again through your lashes and take the tip of his thick cock into your mouth. The noises that escape Mike are unintelligible at this point and feeling your soft, plump lips wrapped around him has him seeing stars. He grasps your hair gently to keep steady while you suck him slowly, taking every inch of him deep into your mouth and tracing his veins with your tongue playfully. Hearing the sweet whimpers of the man above you had you desperately rubbing your thighs together for any kind of friction and taking him as deep down your throat as you could.
“ ‘feels so good, please don’t stop.” Mike manages to groan out in between his hushed moans. You let out a moan yourself at the praise lips stretched around the thickness of his cock before taking him deep again, his tip hitting the back of your throat. The pleasure makes him jolt and he can’t help but want to hear more of your beautiful sounds.
“ ‘look so pretty with my cock in your mouth” he says, louder than last time, and grips your hair tighter guiding it up and down his shaft. The sudden change in Mike makes pleasure shoot through your core and your eyes close in bliss as he takes control of your mouth around him. You hollow out your cheeks as he begins to fuck your mouth, his hips thrust wildly and obscenities fall from his lips at the sight of you taking his thick cock so well.
“Fuck," he drawls out, your eyes never leave his as he uses your mouth and he's never felt anything so good before. Tears build in the corners of your eyes but you still bat your eyelashes at him so sweetly making his shaft twitch with arousal, he pulls out of your mouth so quickly, so close to shooting his cum straight down your throat. Before he even gets a chance to ask you where he should cum you take him into your hands once more, pumping it desperately in your first before rubbing the tip of his twitching cock against your swollen lips and your soft, flushed cheeks stained with running mascara. Mike can’t believe what he’s seeing and tries to commit your dazed, cock-drunk face to memory before his orgasm spills all over your face. Thick ropes of cum paint your cheeks and mouth and eyelids until all of the pent up arousal is drained from his cock.
“W-woah,” Mike stutters out bashfully looking over your pretty face covered in his cum, it’s possibly the hottest thing he’s ever seen and he tries not to imagine his cum covering other parts of you or his cock will be painfully hard again. Your heart races taking him in fully now, his soft brown hair is completely messed up sticking out in every direction, his eyes are blissed out and heavy-lidded and a faint red blush covers his cheekbones and freckled nose and your staring must be noticeable because he stiffens when his eyes meet yours. He’s suddenly hit with a wave of embarrassment as he hurriedly pulls up his pants and helps you to your feet, then tries to find anything to clean your face.
“I’m so sorry, I’m such an idiot sometimes I didn’t even ask if that was okay, and now you’re all messy and-“ Mike trails off desperately searching for a rag and avoiding making eye contact with you at all costs.
“I think it was pretty worth it, actually.” You cut him off thoughtfully, watching him run around frantically searching even though you’d already cleaned yourself up with some tissues from his desk. Taking the time to scan over the clutter he kept there you saw a name sticker with ‘Mike’ scrawled clumsily on it, and a calming nature sounds cassette tape inside a worn-looking walkman. A small smile crept onto your face at your discoveries and your eyes fell back onto Mike who was now calmer after seeing you cleaned up.
“So, Mike, am I off the hook?” you ask with a sly smirk. Inching closer to him so you could look up into his big brown eyes again. He tries not to show his surprise at your question and clears his throat to answer.
“Well I think you’ve, er, learned your lesson and received a fair punishment.” he states awkwardly, blood threatening to rush to his face once again because of how much of an idiot he was being.
“Just, uh, try to stay out of trouble.” he finishes looking directly at the floor in shame, any prior confidence completely evaporating and his heart pounding in his ears just as it usually would when speaking to a girl.
“Yes, sir.” She replied with a grin before giving him a quick parting kiss and running down the hallway and out of the fire exit.
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nct dream (mark and 00line) doing a candy kiss 🍬🍭
idk this was just popped up in ma mind
mark: youre casually sucking a lollipop while watching a movie in the living room with him, hes sitting on the carpet while munching some chips. youre slopping on the sofa, legs spread where mark sits between them. mind dull and you feel kinda dozed off watching the movie that mark chose: hacksaw ridge, and just like that, suddenly your mind thinks: its not going to hurt to mess around a little bit, right? so you lean up and start to play with his hair; to be exact, messing with it, and he just keep watching the movie solemnly. you bend your neck down after tasting the lolli again, making sure the taste lingers in your mouth, then tilt his head, aiming his lips and kissing him. he looked surprised but then chuckled, "what was that?" you smiled, "hows my candy taste?" "lemme check for real this time," he smirked then cooed before he flattened his tongue to lick at your lips, then sneak his tongue into your mouth, sucking. goddamn. his kiss always leaves you dizzy. he bit your lower lip as he let go then murmured, "it tastes like cola.. and chips."
renjun: you both sit facing each other in silence while doing paints in his kitchen. you didnt realize why is he keep moving on his sit uncomfortably at first, but you knew when he finally asked: "wanna make out?" you looked up, kind of startled, "what?" "i wanna make out." he declared. and before you can open your mouth, hes already bending across the table and catching your face, kissing you, and thats when you realized he got candy in his mouth. a quite making out session made you taste the flavor of the candy while your tongues danced with each other, you feel your limbs weak even when youre sitting. before he broke the kiss, you found that the candy now is in your mouth. he smirked when you cant hide your smiley figure, "hows the candy taste?" he asked. "very nice. do that again."
jeno: talking with jeno is the most fun thing ever. this time, you got a lolli while having a talk in his bedroom, and you just cant pretend that you didnt catch him glancing at your lips the whole time since the first time you suck on it. thats why you deliberately eat it exaggeratedly to stir him up even more. and when you lick the lollipop as you lick a whole ice cream surface, he said, "jesus, stop that," "stop what?" you act dumb. he rolled his eyes, "you did it on purpose did you?" "did what?" this time you cant control your grin, then he poked his inner cheek with his tongue and get closer to your face, "dont do that unless you desperately want me to taste the flavor of your little candy, from your mouth. is that what you want me to do?" you smirked to yourself and answered, "dare me." "you asked for it." he pulls your nape towards him as he kiss you feverishly, when you open your mouth, he let his tongue wander, his kiss was so passionate, he sucks harshly at all of your muscles, making you moan between the kiss before he finally broke it. "so fucking sweet."
haechan: now this mf knows you too well to stir you up. he knows that every little thing he did makes you go crazy. so when you entered the room and see him leaning against the kitchen island with a lollipop in his mouth, you cant help but stare. "what? am i too hot?" ugh just look at the way he speaks. fuck yes you are. you said that in your mind. "move," you rolled your eyes then shoved him off to grab the orange juice as a diversion, but things went wrong when he stood behind and pinned you down the kitchen island, both of his hands are caging you. he rests his chin on your shoulder, and at this distance, you can smell the sweetness of the candy in his mouth, chocolate. the worst part is, you can smell his perfume along with that, which makes you even more dizzy. you sigh and lick your lips and of course haechan wouldnt miss that. he smirked then straightened himself up, gathering up the chocolate flavor and pulling it off of his mouth before he bend again to tilt your head to meet his face, kissing you in fervor from behind. he break the kiss first and said, "just thought you would like to have a taste." you hit him and bury yourself in his torso, then he laughed when you did that. "you jerk."
jaemin: you decided to buy some lollipops in the convenience store, and when you got home, you catch jaemin lying on the couch in the living room. "hi. i got lollies. do you want some?" you asked him as you walk by, he get up from playing on his phone when you hand him the caramel flavor. "thanks," "uh huh." you sit beside him and mindlessly open the wrap and put the candy into your mouth, doesnt even noticed that jaemin is observing you. just how you like to devour your lolli: by sucking softly on the blunt and letting the taste lingers longer so you can relish the flavor from your own lips, you devour it peacefully while scrolling into your phone. jaemins eyes are hooded, his lips slightly apart, tongue resting on the corner of his mouth. he then called you, asking for something that made your heart immediately thump. "you know what, i want to kiss you so bad right now." nonetheless, you smiled with your lolli placed on your mouth before you pull it away and lean in, but hes faster as he cup your jaw and immediately lapping at your mouth, his tongue tasting your flavored lips and prod to suck on your tongue. his kiss feels a little bit rush, yet still soft and sensual, and because he is na jaemin, he got time to open his eyes to look at your face, enjoying the sight of you drunk from his kisses. he break the kiss first and lick his own lips. "it taste.... great.. i mean you taste great." he frowned as he keep on smacking his lips. you laugh out loud when you see his disgusted face. everyone knows hes a strawberry flavored anti.
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🎸!Rockstar!🎸
Pairing: Charles X Rockstar Cherrie!
Word count: 13k
Summary: in which she’s a rockstar. He’s a fan. And her four year old daughter just wants to find her a new man. Hence plan break in is formed.
When he looked back at the day that started his whole not so 'meet cute' romance , full of not so smooth flirting and more than what should be legally allowed awkwardness , Charles realised that none of it would have ever had taken place if he hadn't had been so careless and forgotten to close his door behind him .
It had been a normal Tuesday , nothing out of the ordinary as he dragged himself out from his comfortable couch and over to the door reluctantly, to pull in his heavy package that had just been delivered to him. A brand new gaming chair that he had been putting off buying, only leaving it the very last second when his old chair had finally snapped underneath his weight and almost broken his back as it sent him flying to the floor in a ungracefully heap while he was live streaming last night.
A incident that he would now never be able to forget , seeing as people would not stop tagging him in the now viral video of him folding in-half like a iron board , topped off with a humiliating girly screech of fear as he did so.
Not his finest moment but also not his worst. Just another humiliation that he was trying to forget , by stuffing his face with a bag of cheesy tortilla's and watching Tik toks to pass the time until his delivery finally arrived.
Dressed in old checkered boxers and an even older faded white shirt that was stained with toothpaste, sweat and paint? His messy hair was sticking up in several directions as he tiredly yawned , putting all of his strength into dragging the heavy box that contained his new chair , out from the hallway and into his apartment instead.
Grunting like a overworked builder as he pushed at it until it began to slide against his wooden floorway and into his front room instead, his front door still wide open as he focused on not folding in half over the heavy box too.
He could hear the faint sound of hammering and then some drilling coming from the apartment opposite his own, a new neighbour that he had yet to meet having moved in a little over a week ago
Now. No doubt still getting settled and getting their things sorted in their home , Charles wondered briefly to who it could be .
Someone with money obviously , he just hoped that it was someone that would leave him alone and let him have his peace. If someone came knocking at his door late at night asking for sugar, he was not going to answer it. Manners be damned.
His friends might have called him anti social, Charles liked to think of himself as...a lover of peace and quiet . He already had a million eyes on him at the track almost every other week , he didn't need any of that forced socialising to follow him back home either.
As soon as that door closed behind him, he returned to being a simple man. Covered in cheesy tortilla dust and questionable stains . That was the way that he liked it . Alone .
He had come to love his me time with himself , no expectations and no need to talk to people that he had absolutely no interest in talking to.
So you could only imagine his shock and absolute horror as he went to turn around and walk back into his hell away to close his front door and found a four year old stood right behind him instead . Like something straight out of a horror movie.
Staring up at him with big bambi eyes and a terrifying smirk on her chubby face , Charles was not proud of the noise that escaped his mouth at the sight of his unexpected guest.
A mix between a loud shriek and a girly scream , jumping almost six feet in the air as he flung his arms around his head in fear . Tripping over his own two feet as he gasped loudly and clung tightly onto the back of his couch to stop himself from falling flat onto his face again.
"What the fuck!" He yelled out in shock, panting loudly as he tried not to have a heart attack right there and then.
Eyes widening in pure shock as he gaped down at the giggling child in front of him, in his own apartment .. grinning like a little devil , leaving him in absolute disbelief.
With two messy pigtails and rosy cheeks , dressed in the cutest cat pyjamas that he had ever seen. The child simply giggled and said "bad word!" While laughing hysterically. Hands linked behind her tiny back as she swung them from side to side , tilting her head up at him cutely.
Charles didn't know if he was hallucinating or having a nightmare. Because the last time he checked , he did not have a child. Certainly not in his apartment either!
Who the hell's child was this?! He cautiously lowered his defensive arms from his face and eyed her warily , clearing his throat awkwardly after a moment of just looking at her in silent disbelief.
His mouth opening and closing several times before he finally managed to splutter out a "who are you?" Not knowing what the hell he was supposed to do or say in this strange situation that he had found himself in.
The kid just beamed up a him , oblivious to the terror that she was causing him.
"I'm star. You look silly." She then proceeded to inform him , looking judgmentally at his stuck up hair and stained shirt, then giving another long glance towards his 3D pig slippers that he had slipped on while getting his door.
Charles frowned down at her in disbelief. Was he getting insulted by a random child in his own home? One that should definitely not be there?! He couldn't believe this.
He looked at his glass of lemonade on the table and wondered if perhaps he had somehow been spiked.
What the hell was in those vitamins that he had taken this morning?!
"And you look like a child that is not mine. Where have you come from?" He tried to sweeten his voice , even bending down to reach her level . Giving her a strained smile as his heart raced in pure panic , his mind running through every terrible scenario possible.
Someone had kidnapped a child and was going to frame him with it. He looked at his package that had his new gaming chair in it. Had she come from there? Was this a new crime going around?! Were children being stuffed in gaming chair boxes in some sick underground crime ring?! Was he about to be swatted?!
He eyed the cute kid in front of him and swallowed nervously , not knowing what to do. Seconds away from a panic attack while she just smiled at him like she wasn't completely scaring the shit out of him.
Star just shrugged her little shoulders at him , not answering his question. Instead she shoved past his crouched self and wandered over to his wall full of pictures and stopped in front of his favourite one.
She looked up at the large golden framed magazine cover that he had blown up years ago when it had first came out , a toothy grin taking over her chubby face as she pointed at it with a giggle.
"Why do you have a picture of mommy on your wall?" The innocent question made him freeze in his place.
The blood draining from his face as he slowly pushed up from his frozen crouched position , turning to gape at star in shock. Frowning deeply as he wondered if he was hearing things now too. Because there was no way that she had just said what he think she said.
She did have a Spanish accent. Maybe it was that.
He looked at the picture she was looking at on his wall. Frowning in complete confusion as the four year old continued to tap at it impatiently.
It was a picture of Cherrie . One of his favourite rockstars in the world. She was a Spanish rockstar that had rose to stardom when she was just eighteen years old. She had been a instant hit all across the globe . In her tight leather and endless hair , her tattoos and her bad attitude. She was a rockstar through and through.
And Charles loved her. Had admired her and had been crushing on her since the first time that he had ever watched a video of her performing live in front of a crowd of thousands of people, looking like a absolute rock goddess as she danced around the stage in tight leather shorts and a tiny studded bra , tattoos littered up her arms and neck. They covered nearly her whole body too , Charles had been hypnotised as he watched her smirk like some sort of siren, looking straight into the camera with her smoky eyes as she sang huskily about ripping out some mans heart just for fun.
It was safe to say that Charles had been hooked ever since. He had listened to every song . Bought every single album. Every single piece of merch that she came out with. He practically lived in one of her tour hoodies from over a year ago when his friends had surprised him with tickets for his birthday, a night that had been the best night of his life so far.
He was obsessed with her . A huge fucking fan, just like everybody else in the world. She was the woman of his dreams.
And the picture on his wall was of cherrie's Rolling Stones cover , of her straddling a Harley bike in tiny studded, denim shorts and a cut up guns n roses shirt. Her curls teased and reaching down to her waist messily, the two steaks of her hair beside her ears coloured a bright Ferrari red. Charles like to dream about that , sighing in awe at the photo every time he passed by it.
He had almost forgotten about the small fact that Cherrie was also a mother of a now four year old. A child that she shared with a famous underground boxer from a fleeting relationship that the two had together years ago.
And apparently said child was in his apartment , staring up at him impatiently as she waited for an answer to why he had a picture of her apparent mother up on his wall.
Charles took a closer look at her cute little features and swallowed thickly , feeling like he could faint.
Same glossy eyes... same dimples and button nose. Even the same mischievous smirk and unruly hair.. same Spanish accent and judgmental side eye.
Yes. He could see it now. There was no mistaking who this child was.
He inhaled sharply "oh my god." Was all he could stutter out fearfully. Hands clutching at his face as he stared down at cherries child in absolute disbelief , heart beating rapidly in his chest.
The four year old just giggled at the look on his face , completely unbothered by his panic.
"We're neighbours. What's your name?" She then asked him. Turning around suddenly and Wandering over to his couch. Climbing up it and making herself comfortable .
Charles stood frozen where he was, blinking at the four year old in disbelief. Not knowing what to do.
"Charles. Er- I think you need to go home. Your mommy will be worried about you." He finally snapped out of his speechlessness enough to form a full sentence to her .
Warily eyeing his still open front door, unable to believe the fact that Cherrie was apparently his new neighbour that he had been avoiding meeting.
If he had known that she was the one moving on their , he would have been the one at her door asking for some sugar. He just couldn't believe this.
And now he had her child walking into his home and making herself comfortable on his couch, picking up his half full bag of cheesy tortillas that he had left. Swinging her feet up and down happily as she munched on them messily , completely unbothered.
Star glanced over at him boredly "mommy was building a cabinet for all of her awards. My mommy wins a lot of those. Why do you have some?" She bluntly said , pointing over at his own shelves of awards curiously . Looking up at him with her big bambi eyes.
Charles crumbled and sighed quietly , scratching at his arm awkwardly as he cautiously eyed her while walking into his kitchen. Grabbing her a bottle of water and a straw too, he quickly uncapped the bottle and shoved the straw into it before handing it to her carefully.
"The tortillas are a little dry. Sip the water so that you don't choke." He advised her gently in concern as he watched the way she was wolfing them down like a starved animal. Crossing his fingers and praying that she didn't have any allergies .
The four year old eyed him "I want fanta. Not water." She told him , unimpressed. Not accepting the water as she looked at him impatiently "and you didn't answer my question." She reminded him crossly.
Charles wondered if her little attitude and short temper was from her rockstar mother or her boxing champion father. He really didn't know who he was more afraid of .
He sighed "well I don't have Fanta. Sorry. And those are trophy's from races that I won." He told her , leaving the bottle of water on the table in front of her instead.
She gasped excitedly "you run really fast?!" She exclaimed looking impressed now at the thought of him being some type of Olympic runner.
Charles laughed at that, shaking his head in amusement . "No. Racing cars. I drive in formula one. Have you heard of that?" He asked her curiously , glancing at his still open door again. Knowing that he needed to work up the guts and courage to knock at their door to inform Cherrie that he had her daughter soon.
This was not at all how he dreamed of meeting her. In his dreams he was confident and smooth, maybe they'd meet after one of her concerts and she'd just look at him and fall in love just like that. Like the movies.
But instead he had harsh reality where he was awkward , terrified and had her sassy little four year old judging him in his own apartment that she had wandered into. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
She let out a disappointed noise, frowning at him. "Oh." She let out making him frown back at her, offended by her lacklustre reaction. "Yeah. Mommy watches it sometimes." She told him.
Charles felt himself light up in excitement , cheeks flushing at the thought of the love of his life watching him race and seeing him on her tv . Oh wow. He grinned . "Really?!"
Star nodded her little head, smirking at him mischievously. "Yeah. She loves Mercedes! She knows Lewis!"
Charles smile dropped. A scowl taking over his face as he pursed his lips disapprovingly . Sniffing "lovely. Just lovely." He muttered with a sigh , that being the wake up call he needed to get his ass across the hall before stars boxer father beat his face in for having his four year old in his apartment without their knowledge.
Charles had heard that Leon was a really nice guy, apparently the exact opposite of what he looked like. But everybody had their limit and Charles quite liked his face the way it was.
So he sighed , terrified and pointed to their apartment. "I'm going to go get your mom. Are you coming?" He looked back at the four year old refusing to get up from his couch in exasperation.
Star just giggled and shook her head, picking up his the remote and putting on cartoon instead.
"No. I like it here." Was all she declared before laying down on his couch, not longer giving him her attention.
Charles just shook his head in disbelief and turned around , rubbing at his face with a long, loud sigh as he hesitantly eyed their closed front door in front of him. Trying to work up the courage to Knock.
"I can do this." He muttered to himself encouragingly , breathing in and out "just be cool. I can be cool. Just say hello and-" his self talk was brought to a abrupt halt as the door in front of him suddenly swung open.
Cherrie pausing from where she had been about to burst out of her foot in a panic , looking at the man in front of her door talking to himself In surprise.
She instantly recognised him and held herself back from instinctively punching him, having worried for a moment that he was some crazy stranger at her door.
"Were you talking to yourself?" She amusedly questioned him. Eyeing his own opened door behind his frozen body and relaxing for a moment, having a good idea to where her naughty daughter had ran off to.
Star had been going on and on about wanting to meet their neighbour since they moved in last week and each time that Cherrie refused her requests to knock at his door to say hello, her four year old grew more and more annoyed at her. Because her child was a Annoyingly curious kid who wouldn't rest until she had dissected the lives and brains of everyone she met.
She was a little gossiper who wanted to know everything about everybody. She was also a little shit who liked to wind people up for the fun of it, just like her mother. She had gotten her mean and sarcastic sense of humour.
Which was why she had lied about her mother's favourite f1 team being Mercedes , knowing fully well their Cherrie loved Ferrari just as much as the next person. She had just wanted to see Charles face when she said it. Unbeknownst to the poor driver that she had set her traps on winding up.
But he didn't need to know that. Yet.
He took one wide eyed look at her pretty face and teasing smirk and choked up, blinking rapidly as he blurted out "I have your child!" Sounding like a complete phsycopath.
Cherrie watched in pure amusement As Charles went bright red in front of her, his panic written across his poor face as he stuttered to correct himself, looking horrified.
"I mean- not like that! That sounded like a ransom threat or something!" He laughed out awkwardly , unable to meet her eyes. "I have definitely not kidnapped her! I promise!-I just- my door and- my chair and -" he was a horrifying mess , unable to even speak.
Cherrie finally took pity on him after a long minute of watching him stammer about doors and chairs and not being a criminal. Giggling a little at how cute he was, she shook her head at him fondly .
"Charles, stop panicking. I had a feeling that she would do this. She's been wanting to meet our new neighbour all week. I guess she decided to break into your place instead of waiting any longer." She said apologetically, patting Charles on the shoulder gently in hopes of calming him down.
He went even redder if it was possible. Gulping at the feeling of her hands on his bare arm, he let out a awkward laugh and scratched at the back of his neck. Brain spinning for something to say and coming up short as he looked at her , stood in front of him in denim shorts and a tight metallica tank top. All of her tattoos proudly on display, her thick and unruly hair piled up ontop of her head in a messy knot.
She looked like a wet dream. Charles still felt like he could faint. Sweat gathering at the back of his neck as he swallowed thickly , trying to shovel up any remaining confidence that he had.
Which was not very much at all.
"Oh . Okay. Well she's on my couch eating cheesy tortillas . she's not allergic to them or anything is she?" He said in slight worry , crossing his arms in front of his chest slowly.
Becoming increasingly aware of how he looked right then. He grimaced in embarrassment as he looked down at himself in his old checkered boxer shorts and stained shirt, pig slippers on his feet. Of all days to look like this... he groaned internally . Pierre was going to have a field day over this when he told him.
Cherrie laughed softly , looking at him with a smile. "No. No. I'm sorry that she's stealing your food and breaking into your home. She just does whatever the hell she wants to I'm afraid." She sighed , reminding herself to scold her mischievous four year old later.
Charles just chuckled "it's okay. She did deny my water though. She wanted Fanta." He told her as he led her into his apartment . Giving a anxious look towards her as she slid past him confidently , not at all phased by the sudden situation that she had found herself In.
"Star baby..." she called over to her daughter with a raise of her brow , crossing her arms over her chest and attempting to give her a stern look despite how amused she felt at the absolute balls her child had.
Star paused with a chocolate in her hand, having ran into the kitchen and broke into his candy stash while Charles was busy embarrassing himself in front of her mother.
Looking like butter wouldn't melt on a stick as she quickly shoved the chocolate into her mouth, smiling innocently up at Cherrie as her cheeks bulged from the chocolate.
She tried to talk with her mouth full "Charles- as-a-ooofff- you-" they could barely make out a word that she was trying to say.
Charles chuckled in amusement , shaking his head in amazement at how confident the four year old was to just invade his kitchen like she owned the place despite having never even met him before today.
Cherrie grimaced at stars lack of manners , shooting Charles a apologetic glance. She tried not to laugh when he blushed and quickly looked away from her as soon as she met his gaze which had already been on her.
So cute. She mentally cooed. Surprised af herself for thinking so.
She usually found herself attracted to the rough around the edges, tattooed and twice her size, looked like they could kill someone and probably had daddy issues , kind of men.
So it was a nice surprise to feel those familiar butterflies fly around her stomach as soon as she glimpsed at his bashful smile , his cheeks a lovely rosy red that would match his car perfectly. Huh. Who would have thought.
Not her, that was for sure. She looked away from him and back to her daughter with a small smile, pushing away the weird and sudden urge that she had felt to give Charles a hug. He just looked so huggable.
What the hell was wrong with her? She found her men fuckable, not huggable! Was this some type of mid twenties crisis that she was entering? Finding men that she would usually not gravitate towards to so yummy all of a sudden?
Oh my god. She inhaled subtly and kept her calm and cool facade. She was the one cool one. The untouchable woman that ate men like him for breakfast.
She fixed her face and reminded herself of the bad bitch that she was.
"What have I told you about talking with your mouth full star? Don't do that please." She told her daughter sternly. Leaning over to wipe the corners of her four year olds mouth with a tissue that she pulled out of her pocket. She was a mother after all. She was always prepared for messes like this.
Charles tried not to grin when the sassy child side eyed him as she swallowed the stolen chocolate messily, her chubby stained cheeks evidence that that was not the only chocolate that she had stolen before they arrived back.
"Charles has your picture on the wall mommy! Look!" She snitched on him immediately, giggling naughtily when Charles face paled, his eyes going wide in embarrassment.
He looked over at a grinning Cherrie in panic, heart racing in his chest as he tried to explain himself quickly.
"Not weirdly! I'm just- I just- I like your music." He blurted out , mortified.
Cherrie looked at the sexy Rolling Stones cover that he had blown up on his wall in amusement , feeling her chest go all gooey. Aww. Someone had a little crush on her. How cute.
She snorted "I don't think it's only my music that you like." She teased him confidently , ever the flirt.
Charles just groaned in embarrassment and covered his burning face with his hands , unable to take it anymore. He wanted the Earth to open up and swallow him whole.
She then walked carefully over to his trophy's and awards , raising a impressed brow as she looked through them all.
Humming quietly to herself "a world champion yet?"
He hesitantly walked over to her, standing by her side as he glanced for a moment over to her daughter to see her sneaking off the couch and running back into his kitchen to steal some more chocolate again.
He shook his head in amusement , hiding a grin as he looked away from the four year old and pretended not to notice her stealing his extremely expensive box of chocolates from Dubai.
"Not yet." He simply answered her. Fiddling with his fingers as he glanced shyly at her.
Cherrie just hummed again, smirking to herself as she looked back at him. "Soon?" She casually asked again.
He laughed softly "hopefully yes. That's the dream"
She patted his shoulder gently as she moved around him to kneel down to his record player instead, starting to thumb throw his records nosily.
Charles could see where her daughter had gotten it from. The both of them confidently going around his home like they owned the place. It made his stomach fuzzy. He wished that he had a inch of that confidence.
Cherrie seemed to agree as she told him "say that with some more confidence in yourself Charles. You'll never win otherwise." Speaking from experience herself. She wasn't a record breaking Grammy winner for no reason.
He slowly nodded his head with a small smile , leaning against the wall behind him as he watched her pull out all three vinyl's of her albums. Holding them in her tattooed hands with a surprised look on her pretty face, she glanced up at him with a soft smile
"You really do like my music huh? Not just my good lucks?" She was surprised. Not picturing Charles as someone that would listen to her type of music.
He laughed bashfully , biting on the inside of his cheek to hold back his starstruck grin.
"Yeah." He breathed out through his laugh, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "I already told you that. Your lucks are just a great bonus." He tried to joke, his shyness making him a little quieter than necessary.
But luckily Cherrie was close enough to hear every mumbled word . She grinned up at him, pleasantly surprised by his humour.
"Amen to that!" She laughed as she stood back up, casually walking over to the couch and taking a seat. She laid out the vinyls next to her and picked up the first one.
"Star! Put those chocolates down and have a drink of this water please!" She called over to her daughter without even glancing her way.
Charles chuckled as he watched star freeze with her hands half way in the large chocolate box, sat cross legged on his kitchen floor beside a open cupboard that she had raided.
She frowned and then immediately looked at Charles with a pout , widening her eyes at him and blinking rapidly . "Please-" she started to plead.
Cherrie warned her "Star-"
Charles took one look at the four year olds pouting face and big bambi eyes and crumpled, "it's okay. She can have them. I wasn't going to eat them anyway." He lied. He had payed €500 euro for them, he was saving them for a special day. But this seemed like one anyways.
It wasn't everyday that he got to have his favourite rockstar and her cute daughter in his home.
Star cheered loudly , grinning up at him with one of her teeth missing. Dimples creasing her chubby cheeks. Charles heart melted at the sight.
Cherrie picked up a pen from his table and started to sign the vinyls for him, shaking her head in amusement at how her daughter somehow already managed to have poor Charles wrapped around her tiny finger already.
"Say thank you Star. And get up off the floor please." She muttered to her as she focused on her task in front of her.
Charles silently walked over to the four year old on his kitchen floor . He carefully closed the wide open cabinet beside her and held out his hand to help her up.
Star looked up at him with a cheeky grin , whispering to him hopefully "will you have Fanta next time I come here?"
Charles chuckled , he had to. His heart already giddy at the thought of them coming around again. God. He felt like he was dreaming.
Where had this luck been for him last season? He really could have done with it then. Maybe he would have been a world champion already.
"Okay. But take a sip of the water , yes? It's good to stay hydrated." He told her gently . His heart melting as her small hand slid into his own, gently pulling her off the floor and leading her back over to the couch.
She sighed dramatically as he held onto her hand while she climbed up onto the other couch that was opposite her mother. Passing her the bottle of water carefully , making sure that she didn't spill it.
"Okay but Fanta is hydrating too Charles." She told him straight . Hinting at him not so subtly.
Both he and Cherrie laughed , Cherrie glancing over at him with a smile. "I'm sorry about her. She's got a bit of an attitude. All confidence , no subtlety I'm afraid. Not afraid of anyone or anything." She told him.
Star glanced over to her mother with a identical cheeky smirk to her own. . "Daddy said that it's because I'm just like you."
Cherrie just rolled her eyes fondly "daddy's a idiot. Drink your water." She told her . Then she turned her attention back to a amused Charles with a smile.
She passed him the signed vinyls silently , Charles taking them from her curiously . His smile widening as he glanced down to see her pretty handwriting sprawled across them .
"For my biggest fan." She teased him.
He blushed, laughing sheepishly as he carefully took a seat beside her on the couch. So close that he could smell her vanilla perfume.
"Thank you. I would sign something for you but Star told me that you're a Mercedes fan." He stated. His eyes scanning her pretty face , unable to look away.
He took in her button nose that had two small, silver hoop piercings on the left side. Pouty lips painted a dark red , her dark eyes smoky with dark liner. Makeup perfect as usual.
That picture on his wall was beautiful. But to have her in front of him like this ... to be able to count each freckle on her cheeks and see the creases by her shiny eyes when she smiled.. it simply took his breath away.
She was otherworldly and Charles felt like a giddy schoolboy with a crush, trying not to giggle and blush as she looked at him with a smirk, shaking her pretty head in amusement .
"My daughter likes to wind people up for her own sick amusement." She informed him. A little too proudly. But she couldn't help it.
How many other people had a four year old that was confident , sarcastic and liked to take the piss out of people for fun? Especially a racing driver? She was proud of her little sassy pants . She really was.
Charles was surprised , looking over to a giggling Star with his mouth dropped open. "And did she get that from you too? That was so mean Star!" He exclaimed , laughing.
The four year old simply stuck out her tongue at him, stuffing her face with his chocolates again now that she was finished with the water.
Cherrie just shrugged slyly "maybe. Were you hoping that I'd be a Ferrari fan?" She teased him, nudging his shoulder with her own gently.
Charles breath hitched at the contact, trying to play it cool. He knew that he failed as soon as he saw her little smirk, but he still tried anyways.
"Maybe. Are you not?" He really hoped that she was.
Cherrie messed with him a little, she just couldn't help it when he looked so cute . Looking up at her like she was some kind of goddess. His lips parted not so subtly , barely blinking as he gazed at her with shiny eyes. His cheeks having never lost their red tint since she had arrived.
She was so used to these arrogant and tough men that surrounded her. The type that didn't giggle. Didn't go red just from looking at her. Didn't fluster in her presence. Didn't crumple from just one smile.
It was refreshing to meet Charles and see someone like him, someone who was already so admired and loved by the rest of the world . Ferraris golden boy so clearly crushing on her... it made her heart sing and as she felt those butterflies swarm her chest and she could think was , oh boy. I think I'm falling in love again...
"I could be persuaded." She finally muttered after just gazing at his pretty face for a long moment. Admired his pretty eyes and even prettier smile. God, it should be illegal for a man to look like this. How the hell was she just supposed to get up and go back to her rockstar men now?
The answer was simple. She couldn't . But she wasn't going to give him it that easy. That just wasn't her style.
She could have a little fun with him yet..
With that thought in mind she swiftly got up from the couch and casually patted his head , giving him one last smirk and a mischievous wink that had Charles gaping up at her in awe. Heart racing in his chest at the mere sight of her.
"Come on Star. It's late and we've still got unpacking to do." She held out her hand for her daughter to take. The four year old quickly jumping down from the couch with her stolen chocolate box in her other hand, taking her mommy's hand and grinning toothily at the still frozen Charles happily.
"Bye bye Charlie! I'll bring my teddies tomorrow and we can have a tea party!" She told him loudly . Looking excited as she beamed at him.
Cherrie looked at her daughter and then at Charles with a slight grimace . "Charles is a really busy guy baby.. I don't think that he-" she was about to let her down. Not expecting Charles to want to take time out of his day to play with her crazy little daughter who had already broken into his home today.
But Charles surprised her again. He quickly shook his head and stood up, following them to the door with a warm smile on his lips .
"It's okay! We can play." He smiled at a excited Star softly before looking at Cherrie with wide eyes "if that's okay with you obviously-" he panicked.
Cherrie quickly calmed him down with a giggle, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear and swallowing . Unable to believe how kind and nice he was being towards them.
The butterflies turns into a whole damn zoo.
"Are you sure? She can be a lot? And I do have a meeting tomorrow afternoon-"
Charles shook his head with a smile, gently placing his hand on her arm and squeezing softly . "I really don't mind. It'll be fun! I was only going to game anyway! My friend Pierre will be coming over sometime tomorrow too. You can definitely make him Join our tea party." He slyly told the four year old who gasped excitedly, grinning mischievously up at him.
"I'll make him wear a tiara!" She exclaimed. Charles high fiving her quickly.
Cherrie just grinned s the pair of them fondly "okay." She breathed out. Not knowing what to do with these new, sudden feelings she had . "I er- I'll come over with her in the morning then. I can't stay long because of the meeting but her dad will pick her up about four? Is that okay?" She said to him hopefully. Not used to the guys that she liked taking any interest in her daughter too.
Her overconfidence and attitude usually scares them away. They were identical in that sense seeing as guys were usually that way about her too.
Charles tried not to let his fear show at the thought of Stars father , Leon, the same Leon that had knocked out many a man in just one round in the ring. The same Leon that looked absolutely terrifying from what he could remember.
He just kept smiling at her, pushing his intimidating thoughts aside. "Yeah that's okay! Is he-" he hesitated . Glancing at a distracted Star for a moment before looking back at Cherrie "is he okay with me looking after her? I don't want to upset him or anything-" he liked his nose as it was.
Cherrie just waved off his concern with a grin "oh yeah he'll be fine with it! I'll let him know, so don't worry! He's actually a fan of yours . So if anything he'll be excited!" She told him happily .
She then leant in to give him a hug and Charles brain short circuited. His breath hitching in his throat as he hesitantly hugged her back, breathing in her sweet perfume before she pulled away.
She smiled at him and Charles knew then that he was completely and utterly fucked.
"Fanta tomorrow please Charlie!" Star grinned up at him as she suddenly wrapped him up in a hug too, copying her mother. She squeezed him tightly , barely reaching his hips.
His smile softened as he bent down and hugged her back affectionately. Giving her a small squeeze back bedore ruffling her hair softly and pulling away.
By the time they had all said their goodbyes and a impatient star dragged Cherrie away with a demand to play with her dolls, Charles was left in a daze as he slowly closed the door behind him with a star struck sigh.
Unable to believe what the hell had just happened to him. He crossed his fingers over his heart and prayed to whoever was listening that tomorrow went as well as today did too. Maybe he'd find some magical confidence out of nowhere too and ask her out.
A man could dream.
The next morning found Cherrie stood in front of her largest mirror , double checking herself over and over again as she fiddled with her now straightened hair for the hundredth time in a matter of minutes, huffing to herself. Not satisfied at all.
Her four year old daughter was sat at the end of her bed in a poofy , bright red sparkly gown and a obnoxiously large crown on her little head that kept nearly falling off every time she moved around to look at something. Cherrie had tried to convince her to wear something more casual and comfortable, only getting a judgmental look in response.
Star was a spoiled princess and she intended to look like one too. Cherrie supposed that she only had herself to blame for that. She didn't get those diamonds and pretty ball gowns from a ghost after all. She had them custom made for her princess , sparkles and all. She just couldn't help it. She loved her baby .
"Are you nervous to see Charlie again mommy?" Star finally called her out after another few minutes of watching her mother fiddle with her long hair again, unable to remove herself away from the mirror.
Cherrie paused in her faffing , looking over her shoulder at her smirking four year old with narrowed eyes. Sometimes she hated how perceptive Star was .
What kind of four year old could call her out on her bullshit constantly like this? It was unbelievable. Nothing could escape her curious gaze.
"No. Of course not. Mommy doesn't get nervous." She lied as she adjusted her chest in the tight tank top that she was wearing , making sure that she looked good. Wearing some cute ripped denim shorts too, she quickly slid on some beat up Converse as she eyed the time .
Star giggled at her mischievously "you get nervous when you think they're cute. Katie said that you like boys with accents too. Charles had a accent mommy." She told her matter of factly , smugness written across her chubby face.
Cherrie mentally cursed out her gossiping best friend and nosy four years old daughter that had gotten it into her mind that she wanted her mother to have a new boyfriend now .
It was embarrassing, having her toddler basically wingman for her. Star had once walked straight up to a Spanish footballer that she had heard Cherrie giggling about to her friends , she has then proceeded to bluntly tell said footballer that her mother found him 'hot when he was sweaty' and then asked him if 'he had a girlfriend and did he want one because her mommy didn't have a boyfriend either!'.
Cherrie had never been more mortified than she has that night. Dragging her loudmouth daughter away before she could do anymore damage . Calling over her shoulder to the shell shocked footballer that her daughter was crazy and to ignore every single thing that he had just been told.
It was another reason why Cherrie tried to keep Star away from people. She was determined to find her mommy a man, she was insufferable. And Cherrie completely blamed her mother and best friend who never shut up about her still being single.
Every dinner it was the same old 'why haven't you settled down yet?' Along with a confused 'you can have any man you want cherrie! Why are you coming home empty handed again?!'
Quite frankly Cherrie was sick of it. But she hated how much they were right.
She had been single for a long time now and it was... lonely. She missed having somebody to talk about her day with. Someone to cook with , someone to just have fun with. To just come home and cuddle , to just laze around and love without any boundaries.
She missed being in love and she missed someone being in love with her in return.
She may have been this untouchable ice queen to everybody else but she was still human. She just wanted to be adored. She wanted to be wanted so much that they wouldn't even dare to glance at another woman that wasn't her. Was that so bad?
She didn't think so and clearly her daughter didn't either . And Cherrie had a fluttering feeling that Star had locked her eyes onto a new target in her mission to 'get mommy a boyfriend'.
Poor Charles had no idea what he was going to get himself into.
Cherrie smiled at the thought of him, so cute and so pretty . Would it really be so bad to ask him out? Maybe she could invite him over and cook him some dinner. She wondered if he liked pasta, she made some really fucking good pasta. And double chocolate chip cookies too.
Didn't they say that the way to a mans heart was through his stomach? She grabbed a container full of cookies that she had made last night , deciding that it wouldn't hurt to try.
"You need to be really good for him today Star . I mean it! Tone it down on the sass!" She warned her daughter sternly as they walked over to his apartment slowly.
The four year old was holding a large backpack full of her toys in her hands, having packed it herself. She just giggled naughtily "I will mommy! But do you like Charlie? Tell me!" She wanted to know as they both paused outside his door for a moment.
Cherrie just sighed and looked at her in amusement "I think he had pretty eyes and a really nice smile. That enough for you?" She laughed .
Star giggled "you like him! I knew it!" She smugly exclaimed.
Cherrie hushed her quickly "okay! Okay! Keep it to yourself. I can get myself a man on my own okay? Don't be getting involved again!" She warned her as she knocked on the door loudly.
Star just grinned mischievously to herself , not answering her. Refusing to comply. Cherrie just hoped that she wouldn't embarrass her too much, because she did like Charles and despite her cool facade , she wanted him to like her too.
She crossed her fingers and wished for the best.
Pierre was struggling to hold in his snickering as he sat on the couch in charles apartment , watching his best friend talk to Cherrie in the kitchen while her four year old daughter 'unpacked' for their play date.
Or more like he was watching in second hand embarrassment as Charles tried so hard to flirt with the rockstar and failed terribly.
Unable to take his wide eyes away from her as he looked at her hair that was usually so wild and curly , now flat ironed and reaching her hips smoothly, shining underneath the sunlight that streamed through the windows. He was mesmerised.
"Your hair-" he blurted out nervously , grinning at her crookedly . He wanted to compliment her and tell her how good she looked. How her hair frames her face beautifully and highlighted her sharp cheekbones perfectly.
Instead of a compliment though, what came out of his lips sounded more like a accusation "what have you done to it?" Flushing bright right as soon as he heard his own words to himself.
Cherrie paused and frowned at him in confusion , gently running her fingers through her hair that she had spent hours straightening that morning to look good.
"I straightened it? Why? I thought it looked good? It makes me look sexy, no?" Her Spanish accent was thick with confusion. Having expected a 'you look pretty' and not a 'what the hell have you done to your hair?' From him.
Charles waved his hands around his face in panic, spluttering to correct himself . While Pierre tried not to die from laughter in the other room.
"No! I mean- I don't mean no you don't look sexy! I mean yes- you do. You always do- I was just trying to say- your curls- it's different- a GOOD different-" he panicked , tripping over his own words horrifyingly. Wanting to die right then and there.
Even Star sighed loudly at his humiliation , shaking her tiny head at him with disappointment. She looked at Pierre and said "what's wrong with him?" Genuinely curious to why he was behaving like such a fool in front of her mother.
Pierre laughed even harder, grinning widely at the four year old in pure amusement. Oh god. He couldn't wait to tell the rest of their friends about this. This was just too good!
"He's trying to flirt with her and failing terribly." He told her daughter straight. Not expecting her to understand . But she did.
The little child marched straight into the kitchen like a woman on a mission, not stopping until she was stood beside a flustered Charles who slowly looked down at her , mortified .
"Just tell her that she looks pretty idiot!" She slapped at his leg since that was all she could reach, rolling her little eyes at him in exasperation.
Cherrie just laughed while Charles mouth dropped open in shock, looking at the four year old in disbelief.
"Oh my god." Was all he could say. Feeling like he was having a nightmare now. This could not be happening to him.
His flirting was so bad that a toddler had to step in and help him. He wasn't ever going to be able to live this down.
Cherrie grinned at him in amusement , heart melting at the way he couldn't meet her gaze. "You think I look pretty Charles?" She made it easier for him.
He just nodded his head quickly, sighing long and hard. He found the courage to meet her eyes and said quietly "yes. Very much so. You look like a dream. And I love your hair. That was what I was supposed to say."
Pierre snorted "what kind of dream Charles?" He then looked over at Cherrie and grinned slyly "I once heard him say your name in his sleep-"
Charles picked up the closest thing to him, which happened to be a roll of kitchen paper, and threw it at his friend quickly to shut him up. Face burning.
"Okay! Enough of that!" He shouted, clapping his hands together with a nervous laugh. He glanced down at a grinning star again "don't we have a tea party to get to?"
Star gasped excitedly and took ahold of his hand , dragging him into the front room again without any hesitation. Pushing him down to sit on the floor where she had laid out a velvet blanket, she started pulling out her tiny tea set. Taking it very seriously.
Cherrie took the time to wander over to Pierre, watching in amusement as her daughter pulled out a large tiara and plonked it ontop of Charles head.
He adjusted it on his hair , all of his attention on her daughter with a fond smile . "Are we both princesses then? I really like this dress!" He said in a amazement as he looked at her big poofy gown that she was wearing.
Star confidently shook her head, sitting down beside him and handing him a tiny teacup . "No. I'm the queen. You're the princess Charlie! You do as I say. And I say that.." she pulled out a large unicorn teddy and placed it on his lap with a toothy grin "you have to look after sparkly!"
Charles just laughed , shaking his head in amazement. He briefly looked up and met cherries gaze that was already set on him. He gave her a shy smile bedore focusing back on her daughter, getting into his princess roll as she poured him the 'tea'.
"Does Charles like pasta? Wine? Flowers?" Cherrie murmured to Pierre quietly , stomach turning into a whole damn zoo as she watched Charles play with Star without any hesitation. The smile never leaving his face.
Pierre looked at her curiously "pasta, yes. Champagne over wine and flowers.. I don't know. Doesn't everyone like them?" He answered her slowly . Cocking his head at her , still amazed that Charles had somehow managed to have his dream girl in his home like this. "Why?"
Cherrie just shrugged with a small smirk playing on her lips. "Because I'm going to ask him on a date tonight. When I get back from work." She informed him bluntly . "Do you think he'll say yes?"
Pierre looked at her like she was insane "he might pass out before he can say yes! He's in love with you! You have absolutely nothing to worry about . He'd marry you right now if you asked him to. That's how whipped he is!" He whispered to her seriously.
Cherrie grinned , pleased. Then she pushed herself off the couch and got their attention again. "I'm gonna head out. I'll try not to be too long. Are you sure that you're okay looking after her until Leon comes to get her?" She made sure again as she grabbed her purse, ready to leave.
Charles, with a tiara on his head and a tiny teacup in his hand just gave her A grin and a quick thumbs up, nodding his head . "Of course! She's safe with us! Have fun! I'll see you later?" He questioned hopefully . Completely lovestruck by her.
Cherrie giggled and nodded her head, yes. Humming happily "of course! There's cookies in the kitchen Charles . I made them. So enjoy honey." She gave him another quick wink and just like that she was gone.
Leaving Charles to sigh like a fool, grinning widely as he took a pretend drink from his teacup, star reaching over to refill it again with a happy smile on her chubby cheeks.
Ready to play wingman now that her mother had gone. She looked at Charles seriously and asked him bluntly "do you want a girlfriend? 'Cause my mommy doesn't have a boyfriend but she wants one and she said that she thinks you're really pretty and that she likes your smile and accent." She gushed out to him without any hesitation. Snitching on her mother immediately.
Charles just gaped at her in shock, cheeks going pink as he let out a flustered giggle. "Really? She said that?" He couldn't believe it. Neither could Pierre who was shaking his head at his usually so unlucky friend in amazement.
Star just nodded her head "yes she did but a lot of boys like mommy so you better hurry up. You're replaceable." She told him matter of factly before casually moving on.
Pierre burst into hysterical laughter while Charles just blinked over at the four year old in disbelief. Unable to believe what he was hearing.
He felt like he was living in some strange dream that he had conjured up about Cherrie after seeing her on stage for the first time years ago. Where had this type of luck Been all of his life?!
A few hours later and Charles was sat at his kitchen table with a face full of bright pink blush and pink lipstick smeared across his chin, bright blue sparkly eyeshadows across his eyelids alongside a shimmering golden scarf that the four year old had managed to almost strangle his neck with.
Because apparently she had brought her barbie makeup kit in that bag with her too and suddenly halfway through their tea party, Charles found himself getting a makeover by a giggling star who was having the time of her life playing with him.
Pierre was taking a hundred and one photos of his new look as he sat there with his glittery makeup , munching on the cookies that Cherrie had made for him, unbothered by his friends consistent giggles. She was happy and if he had to look like a fucked up, melted Barbie for that to happen. Then so be it.
"These cookies are so good. I can't believe she made me them. She's so sweet. I didn't think she'd be this sweet. She looks so cool and mysterious ya know?" He rambled to Pierre absentmindedly , keeping one eye on the four year old that running around his apartment while loudly singing some Spanish song that he had never heard before. So cute. But so loud.
Pierre smirked over at him in amusement , nodding his head in slight agreement . "Yeah , she does look like the type of woman to break kneecaps and hearts but for some reason, she seems pretty taken with you." He mused , honestly surprised.
He gave him a look "I'm honestly as shocked as you are because you are so not her usual type." He said bluntly. But he was only being honest.
Charles chuckled , looking at him with a hopeful raise of his brow. Scratching lightly at the glitter covering his flushed cheeks . Heart racing in his chest at the thought of Cherrie liking him too.
"Do you really think that I have a chance with her?" He asked Pierre quietly , still feeling like he was in a dream.
So many times he had dreamed of meeting his favourite rockstar and the two of them falling madly in love with each other. But he had never accounted for it ever happening.
They were from two different worlds, two wildly different personalities. Yet here she was. Smiling at him and baking him cookies . Her daughter playing tea parties with him and stealing all of his candy from his kitchen as though it was just another regular Tuesday. He couldn't believe it. He really couldn't.
"I mean.. she's just- a legend. Literally a dream. How do I even woo a woman like that? She Probably eats guys like me for her breakfast. She's just so cool.." he sighed out , taking yet another cookie from the container.
God. She was a amazing baker too. What couldn't she do?
Pierre laughed lightly and simply shrugged at him "I think that you just need to keep being yourself because for some reason she seems to like that. So.." he said "you must be doing something right." And he was right.
Before Charles could answer him, there was a loud knock at the door that had them all freezing. Even Pierre looking a little scared as they realised who it must be.
"That'll be Leon. Oh my god." Pierre muttered nervously "did you see the last boxing match he did? Broke the guys jaw in half mate!" He unhelpfully said to his anxious friend.
Charles inhaled shakily as he hesitated before jumping out of his seat at the sound of another hard knock. His heart almost jumping out of his chest in fear.
Chewing on the inside of his cheek nervously "what do I say?" He whisper shouted to Pierre as he slowly walked to the door, dreading every step.
Pierre was as panicked as he was, shrugging helplessly "hello maybe?"
Charles just give him a glare. Taking in a deep breath and gathering all over his courage before finally swinging open his front door.
"Hello!" He blurted out as his neck tilted up and up.. and up. His eyes widening as he was met with a six foot two beast of man looking down at him .
Arms as big as tree trunks, the muscles almost bulging out is his clothes as he stood there in tight leather pants and a band tshirt, man bun and scruffy beard and all. Covered from head to toe in tattoos just like Cherrie was, more than double his size in , well, everything .
Charles wondered if this was what his murderer would look like . He swallowed thickly as his throat ran dry, unable to do anything but blink up at her ex boyfriend and baby daddy fearfully. Heart racing in his chest.
Oh my god. He thought weakly to himself. Neck still tipt painfully back as he looked up thin. This guy was fucking huge!
Then he grinned down at Charles , voice deep and gruff as he said casually "Charles Leclerc! So good to meet you! How are you man?!" As he clapped him on his back happily. His threatening image immediately dissolving into nothing but friendliness.
Charles exhaled loudly in relief when he didn't immediately punch him , moving aside to let the beast like man in. "I'm-I'm good yeah! Star wanted me to be a princess so.." he chuckled nervously as he gestured to his glitter filled face that was coated horrendously in the cheap makeup.
Leon just laughed and patted his back again, almost sending him into the wall from how strong he was. Pierre was looking at them with wide eyes , his head snapping between the comical sight in front of him.
Charles looked like a tiny mouse compared to this guy. He tried not to laugh at how terrified his best friend looked as he gazed up at Leon , utterly speechless and not knowing what to do or say.
"Sounds like star. Although I must say.." Leon chuckled casually "you make a better race driver than a princess." Before Star came running over to her dad quickly at the sound of his voice.
Beaming as she ran into his arms and gave him a hug, Leon bending down to her height as he gave her kisses and told her how much he missed her.
Charles softened at the sight , realising that Cherrie was right. Despite his terrifying appearance, he seemed to be a really nice guy. He felt himself relax a little in his presence before the four year old menace opened her big mouth again.
"Charlie is going to be mommy's new boyfriend daddy!" She exclaimed happily to her father as she pulled away. Looking very proud of herself.
Charles paled white , eyes going wide in panic as he looked between the grinning four year old and her monster of a father who could snap him in half like a twig if he wanted to.
"No!er- that's not- that's not true! Nothing like that has happened . I promise! Not a boyfriend!" He stammered out, terrified.
Star just grinned mischievously at him "yet." She added with a naughty giggle . Enjoying every single second of panic that she caused him.
Pierre was back to hysterically laughing, leaning his hand out to give the girl a proud high five. Enjoying this far too much.
Charles just stood there , frozen , speechless, as he looked helplessly at her ex boyfriend beside him. Hoping that he wasn't about to get his nose rearranged from this.
Luckily for him, Leon was a good guy. Seeing his panicked and pale face, he let out a chuckle and told him casually . "I know. Cherrie told me on the phone. She sounded like she likes you. Never heard so many ways to say that somebody has nice eyes before." Smirking at him in amusement as he leaned against the wall behind him with his big arms crossed over his chest comfortably.
Momentarily forgetting his paralysing fear, he smiled sheepishly . "Really? She talked to you about me? What did she say?" He mumbled shyly , heart reading in his chest.
And Leon realised then that Cherrie really wasn't kidding when she told him what a sweet and nice guy Charles was. How different he was to her usual type of assholes and cunts that she dated.
He felt himself relax and smile easier. Knowing that his baby mama and his daughter were gonna be in safe hands.
This guy couldn't hurt a fly! Leon decided them that he liked Charles , he decided to help him out the best that he could as well.
"Just about how nice you were . Different than the guys back home. I've seen you drive. You're really cool. But I assumed that you'd be a arrogant asshole, you have every right to be one. Ferrari's golden boy." He chuckled, friendly , not meaning it badly.
"But you seem like a good guy . And that's what Cherrie needs. I was getting sick of breaking those assholes jaws every time they fucked her over. I don't want to go to jail again but ya know.." he casually told him as he picked up one of her cookies to eat.
Pierre's and Charles small , shocked "jail again?" Going unheard. They exchanged a glance , Charles taking a small step away from Leon just to be safe.
"Oh. Well..I can promise you that I won't treat her badly. I really like her. She's just- she scares me a little honestly." That was an understatement "I didn't think that she would like me." He muttered honestly . Still unable to believe his luck.
Leon just laughed "yeah. She acts all tough and she can be a mega bitch sometimes but she's amazing really! She'll keep you on your toes!" He winked at him . "Too good for a man like me. But you?" He looked at him consideringly "yeah. I think you might just be what she needs. Her mama is gonna love you. You better get ready for the rest of her crazy family to never leave you alone if you get together! Two of her brothers are in jail but they're great guys! Her father used to be a underground fighter too!" He proudly told them. His accent thick.
Pierre looked at him with a gaping mouth "have you all just spent casual time in jail then?" He muttered in shock at how casually he was speaking about it as though it was nothing. Poor Charles didn't know whether to laugh or faint.
Leon looked at him with a blinding smile "of course! It builds great character. But Cherrie is too pretty for jail so maybe you can calm her down and keep her safe ah?" He looked at Charles pointedly . Liking him for her.
He patted his shoulder again as he picked up star in his arms, the four year old tiredly yawning as she cuddled into his huge arms. Her crown sat sideways on her tiny head.
"Now I'm gonna go. Get the princess some real food and a nap I think." He told them kindly "Cherrie should be back soon. So.." he looked at Charles with a nice smile "don't look so scared! Make a move! You'll be surprised. She's a real softy inside!" He told him encouragingly before leaving .
Star waving at them tiredly , Blowing them air kisses over his shoulder as they left . Charles and Pierre waving at her with small smiles on their faces, utterly speechless .
Then they were alone. There was a long pause of shocked silence before Pierre finally broke it and said in disbelief "I can't believe that you got her baby daddy's approval to make a move on her!"
Charles blinked rapidly , just as shocked as he was. "I know! He had to duck to fit underneath the door mate! He was so big. I was shitting myself!" He admitted to him with wide eyes. Needing to take a seat again after that. His heart slowly beginning to calm down again.
Pierre laughed loudly in agreement "right! I can't believe it! You've got to be the luckiest man in the world right now! What's the game plan?" He asked him curiously.
Charles just looked at him helplessly , utterly lost. "I don't have one." He muttered honestly , still in shock. "I'm just gonna wing it and hope for the best." He said after a moment .
Pierre snorted in pure amusement "well let's hope it goes well then because I would not want to piss off a guy that huge! Especially when her family all like to take vacations in jail apparently!"
Charles didn't know that his face could pale any further. But it turns out, it was possible.
By the time that Cherrie finally arrived later that night , Charles had worked himself up into a sweat. Nervously wringing his fingers together as he opened his door slowly , a tired but smiling rockstar greeting him happily.
"How was she? Was she good for you? Not too much trouble?" She questioned him with a grin as she looked at his makeup and glitter covered face in amusement . Shaking her head in humour. But also adoration that Charles had actually let her daughter do this to him without any complaint .
Charles laughed softly and smiled back at her , unable to take his eyes off her. She looked beautiful when she smiled. Her eyes lit up too.
"She was very good! Very demanding." He laughed fondly "could definitely be a real queen with that attitude. She's super funny too." He said honestly. Having had a lot of fun playing with the four year old all day.
Cherrie took a smaller step closer to him subtly , smiling at him softly . "That's good then. I'm glad she had fun. Have you eaten?" She asked him, a plan already formed in her mind.
Charles laughed a little, shifting anxiously on his feet as he wondered how he could ask her out without making even more a fool out of himself .
"Er just your cookies. They were amazing. I loved them." He praised her with a grin.
She grinned back at him happily "yeah? I'm glad. You'll probably like my cooking then. How's pesto pasta sound? With some homemade brownies for desert.." she carefully wrapped her arms around his neck, smirking at the look of startlement on his face from her sudden touch.
"And a side of me too if you're good ?"
Charles didn't know where he found the confidence to mumble "that sounds like a full course meal." To her quietly .
Utterly Awestruck by her as he hesitantly placed his hands at the dip of her waist , barely breathing as their eyes locked together . The air around them quickly changing to something more..promising.
Don't faint. Don't faint . Don't faint. Please don't faint. He mentally chanted to himself over and over again.
She smirked at him slyly, gently pulling at the small hairs at the nape of his neck. Enjoying the way he let out a shuddering breath from her touch.
"Charles.." she whispered to him as she slowly lowered her face to his, giving him time to pull away if he wanted to.
He just let his eyes flutter closed as their noses gently nudged together, exhaling shakily against her lips as his heart hammered away quickly in his chest.
"Yes?" He breathed out against her lips, hands clenching around her waist nervously. Just wanting to kiss her and never let her go again.
"Do you want do go on a date with me tonight? At my place?" She asked him quietly before quickly adding "after I've kissed you of course?"
He couldn't have nodded his head any quicker if he tried. Making her laugh lightly at the desperation written across his face as he swallowed thickly and muttered a small "yes please."
That being all it took before Cherrie finally closed the gap between them and kissed him softly , pressing their lips together as she pulled him in close. One arm around his neck and the other one sliding around his waist to keep him steady as she felt his knees almost buckle beneath him from her kiss.
Moaning into her mouth quietly as he melted into her body, hand coming up to cup her jaw gently as she deepened the kiss, parting his lips with her tongue as he shuddered against her, goosebumps littering his skin as he felt her nails scratch lightly at his neck as she kissed him like he had always dreamed of being kissed.
She was the one in control. His rockstar.
"Fuck." He breathed out shakily as she pulled away for only a moment to let him breath again.
His head falling back against the wall behind him as she move her lips down to his neck, kissing her way down his jaw and below his ear, softly sucking and leaving her mark on him as he panted breathlessly , his face flushed red before he stuttered out a quiet "do you want me to bring a bottle of champagne for our dinner?" Excited for their little dinner date even when she was kissing him.
She breathed out a giggle against his neck at his nervous words, pulling away to look up at him with a soft smirk tugging at her swollen lips. Shaking her head fondly at him as she intertwined their fingers together and led him quickly over to her apartment instead .
"Later." She simply answered him as she pulled him through her door and into her home swiftly .
Looking over her shoulder at his wide eyes glued to her , her smirk deepening slyly .
"want to see my bed?" She suggestively asked him. Already heading down the hall towards her room, knowing what his answer would be.
Charles felt like he was in heaven. And suddenly he became a track star as he sprinted after her as quickly as he possibly could, almost tripping over his own two feet in excitement as she beckoned him into her room with a sultry bend of her finger and a promising smirk on her face.
"Yes! Oh my god, yes!" He fumbled out with a nervous but giddy laugh as she pushed him down onto her ridiculously large bed with just one hard push.
His back landing against her mattress with a thud as the air was taken out from beneath him, gazing up at her with dark , but wide eyes. More turned on than he had ever been in his entire life.
"I'm going to fall in love with you." He felt the need to tell her seriously . Needing her to know that this wouldn't be just some casual hook up to him. She was all he had ever dreamed of. Literally.
There was no way that he could let her go now. He was absolutely fucked as soon as her four year old had broke into his home and stolen all of his chocolates for herself.
He had a overwhelming feeling then that this was it for him.
She just smirked down at him as she slowly crawled upon his body, straddling his hips as she lowered her lips against his trembling mouth again. Watching his throat Bob as he swallowed nervously, his eyes never leaving her own as his chest heaved from both nerves and excitement for what was about to come.
"Good. Because I think I'm gonna fall in love with you too." Was all she breathed out against his lips with a soft smile before closing the gap between them again and kissing him passionately , hands and tongues exploring every inch of skin that they could reach .
His dazed moans getting lost against her mouth along with their clothes as she got down to giving him a night that he had only ever dreamed of happening.
And to think that this never would have happened if his gaming chair hadn't had finally broken and send him folding himself in half, forcing him to buy a new one.
He really needed to to thank that little mischievous , four year old the next time she came for a tea party too. Because if she hadn't had broken into his home and stolen all of his chocolates , he wouldn't have met the love of his life like this either .
He was literally living his dream.
She was his rockstar now.
#f1 imagine#formula one imagine#f1 fic#f1 oneshot#formula 1 imagine#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc fic#charles leclerc oneshot
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how do you think König would react with an S/O who playfully fights/teases as a way to show affection? my love language is light bullying so idk if he'll be too receptive to that 😅
ohhh this is a fun/sad one, actually! 🥲 i think this would be torture for him, because i don’t see him as being someone who can take a joke well!
SO!
We are all aware König was bullied in his past. I personally see him as being somewhere on the spectrum, too.
He speaks his mind, and expects the same of you whether he voices that need or not. The people he was surrounded by as a child play a huge part in this. There was never any “playful” bullying when it came to his father, any change in tone or insult ignited a fight or flight instinct for König because of this. The children at school were even worse. His father was always easy enough to read as he had no choice but to be around him.
The fake love confessions, the mocking compliments, and the unprompted aggression were another thing altogether. If a girl called him “hot” growing up, she always seemed to be lying, laughing with her friends the second he became hopeful. If another student wanted to “be friends” it more often than not ended with poor König either showing up and sitting through a movie entirely alone or doing their homework for them with nothing in return.
König never properly mastered people, they’re all different shades of confusing. He never had the proper upbringing or chances to read them properly at all, and though he’s grown more comfortable in his own skin now, these things do still haunt him to an extent.
He would love a play fight, adores the feeling of getting to pin you and feel that flood of power. You’re smaller and weaker than him, most people are, but he doesn’t get to exert that energy anywhere else than on the field. It’s certainly not as fun when his opponent winds up dead and there’s no romantic aspect to it at all. You’re such a cute, fragile little thing in his eyes, he’s overly gentle but doesn’t hesitate in the slightest to engage. Physical touch is his love language, and the promise of getting to rough you up in other ways afterward is just a bonus!
But… say you’re playfully insulting him. Call him “ugly” or hurl any other insult at his body, and he just sort of shuts down. He’ll give you the blankest stare, avoid touching you, and likely storm off until he’s had time to calm himself down. A part of him recognizes that you don’t mean it, but the internal wounds speak much louder.
He would assume the worst, that all of this time you’ve just been pitying him and you’re only now speaking true. You’re not attracted to him, and he was an idiot for ever believing that you might be. This guy had tried and failed countless times to find himself with a pretty thing that he can love, and never would he say anything like that to you. It’s always an abundance of praise and an eternal stare. His eyes and hands never leave you. So, that stings.
Once he calms down… some, he would return with the same hurt painted across his face, ask you why through gritted teeth. Just, “Why?” Depending on if it’s something that can be fixed, maybe he’ll offer to do it for you. Make himself prettier, better built, anything so that you don’t leave him for a man you deem more worthy. He knows he sounds small and pathetic, but he can’t stop himself. He doesn’t want to lose you. It pisses him off knowing that he’s already done the work, too, only for the end result to be the same as the things he’s already endured.
He wouldn’t be entirely convinced that it was just a joke, but he isn’t the type to come sobbing to you for reassurance, either. The next few hours are filled with condescending little comments. “You like fucking ugly men, schatz?” or “Do you always get wet like this when you’re sorry?”
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I have only been having the WORST possible days at work recently. I would just love some pampering hcs for whichever ghouls you choose, please
Can you tell I’m fond of three specific ghouls? -Death
On that note I seem to have my favourites too XD - Nyx
Ghouls Pampering You
Alpha
He knows you’re having a hard day at work when he walks in and sees you hunched over your desk cursing at paperwork.
Once you get off shift you walk into his room to fresh sheets on the bed, rose petals across the floor, calming incense lit around his room and the fire ghoul waiting in an arm chair.
He immediately comes to greet you, guiding you to the chair across from his and revealing your favourite meal. Smiling warmly at you.
“You looked stressed when I poked my head in earlier. I thought this might help?”
He made sure you got a glass of wine and were comfortable as you ate, guiding you to the bed after you had finished.
Little known fact about Alpha: he took a massage course once. He’s very good at relieving stress.
He helped you undress before getting your favourite scented oil, massaging out the knots and kinks in your muscles. All of your muscles.
He doesn’t stop until you’re a puddle of very content partner. Then he’ll curl up to you to keep you warm all night.
Ifrit
He’s well aware the ministry is a very hard place to work, especially when you’re in the kitchens feeding everyone with special requests, allergies and more.
So when you skip dinner to get away from the kitchens and relax, Ifrit is waiting with a set of car keys and a smile. Telling you to shower so he can drive you somewhere.
Even though you’re pretty sure he has no licence, it gets you further away from the kitchens.
He takes you to your favourite spot to stargaze, a picnic waiting with all your favourite finger foods.
You both spend hours under the stars, just watching them.
He then takes you to see a screening of your favourite movie at a theatre that does food themed around the movie.
As well as the lovely little dates, you also get several gift cards for spas and other stores you love going to. So you can treat yourself on your newly acquired days off tomorrow.
Ifrit has some methods of getting you off shift occasionally. He’ll never tell.
Zephyr
Zephyr can’t spoil you as extravagantly as other ghouls can. Mobility issues and all.
Though he absolutely gives it his all.
You get a ride on his lap in his wheelchair from whichever part of the ministry you work in. The dork pretending like he’s taking you on a tour.
“And on your left you will see the shortest Papa the ministry has ever seen-“
Once back in your room (or his. Depends on their mood.) he’ll get you settled on the couch with a glass of your beverage of choice and grab a set of sheet music.
They might not be able to stand, but they can still play!
You get hours of a private concert, ranging from songs they played on stage to others he loves to play. Including your favourite song on the piano.
Though eventually, he curls up on the couch with you to spoil you with kisses and compliments.
Especially if they notice you frowning at the mirror more lately. Gotta hype you back up.
Zephyr spoils you rotten with sweet words and music, not that you want it any other way of course.
Swiss
Swiss cares you up a winding spiral staircase. At the top there is a wooden door, paint flaking off it. It creaks loudly as xey push it open. You expect some cobwebbed room and look at the ghoul confused. But when you look back at what is actually in front of you, you gasp.
"I found this place years ago, no one used it so I kinda made it my little hiding place." He says with one of his famous grins. He gently puts you down and kisses you on the cheek. "perfect place to pamper you, my gorgeous one"
You slump down on the comfy sofa with cushions scattered over it and a blanket folded at the end. There is a soft crackle, you look across to see a small log burning stove, glass door on it so you can see the flames dancing within.
Xey open a cupboard and pulls out an armful of your favourite snacks and places them on the coffee table, then xey go back and take out your favourite drinks.
He sits next to you and massages your shoulders, this guy just knows how to get all then tension out.
Accross from you is a window through which you can see the sun setting over the ministry gardens, it's beautiful. You gaze at all the stunning colours while snuggled in Swiss's arms.
He puts his vape on the table for both of you to use whenever you want.
Lots of kisses, lots of cuddles, anything and everything you want he will do for you. It's your evening and he wants to pamper you in every way possible.
Sodo
You woke up that morning with dark circles under your eyes and you couldn't stop yawning. Sodo knew, you needed a break. He gently takes your hand and leads you back to bed. He then tells you to lie back down, any arguement and he'll pick you up and place you in bed. Then he'll tuck you in with a kiss to your forhead.
He says he'll be right back and is gone, but only for 10 mins before returning and placing a bag of stuff on the bed. After a loving bit to your arm then starts pulling stuff out of the bag.
Facemaks, candles, your favourite chocolate, your favourite ice cream and a whole load of films (the Ministry still has a lot of DVDs lying around).
He's a little worried about you looking so tired so he just went for everything.
He puts your favourite film on and lies down on top of you and nuzzles your into your neck.
You pull him into a tight cuddle and he nuzzles you again while making happy Ghoulish noises.
Sodo makes sure that all the chores are done for that day, there is nothing for you to do except to relax.
Plays his guitar for you, he even wrote a riff for you. It's his way of trying to show you his love
Aether
Big arms. Big tits. Big hugs.
I have issues.
But yeah, Aether is a goofy, cuddly motherfucker.
So he starts by pretty much tackling you into a hug and carrying you to bed like a princess.
If you allow him to, he will lovingly rail you into the next day and then organize the most hilariously girly sleepover.
You do ridiculous make-up on ach other.
Nails, too. His are hot barbie pink.
He'll literally let you bleach and dye his hair if you ask.
(He looks really cool in dark blue and purple, by the way.)
You try to watch a movie, but end up in a snack war.
And then you both laugh it out as you cuddle.
Cumulus
She just wants to pamper you anyway, but today was extra special. She could see you had a very busy week and today was going to be a total day off.
She cooked your favourite meal for you. Before she started cooking she made sure you were comfortable on the sofa.
She wrapped you in blankets and put your favourite TV show on.
After you've eaten the amazing meal she'll hold you close and hum softly.
She showers you in kisses and makes sure your every need is met.
She'll encourage you to rest your head on her thigh while she strokes your hair.
You'll also end up having a mini spa day, massages (she gives really good ones), facemasks and she paints your nails for you. She's been practicing and she can now do some pretty awesome designs on your nails.
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Alpha, Ifrit and Zephyr written by Death.
Swiss, Sodo and Cumulus written by Nyx.
Aether written by Nosferatu.
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ROTTMNT Headcanons:
Every single person in New York knows who the turtles are
They know their full names, ages, birthdays, social security numbers
They know everything about them they just don’t care
Because the turtles keep to themselves and keep the city (kind of) safe they pretend like they can't see them
But anytime there's a fight they think “the boys (and April) are at it again” and then they avoid that area like the plague
The boys (and April) share most of their stuff (i.e., clothes comic books, and action figures) with some small exceptions
So, it’s not uncommon to hear someone yell “who took my sweatshirt! Come on guys you know that’s my favorite”
Or the occasional “are you wearing my shirt in that photo when did you even borrow it?”
April had a stash of the boy's sweatshirts that she’s been “meaning to give back” for 6 months now
Leo has given up hope on ever getting his 4town t-shirt back (if you think the boys didn’t watch Turning Red, you're lying to yourself)
April has a Disney+ account that they all use because Donnie said “if you can steal my tech to impress your girlfriend, I get to watch Treasure Planet as much as I want”
And then the boys complained and said April was playing favorites
And now they all have the password
Every single Wednesday they sit down and have a movie marathon
To keep the peace Raph made these rules “two boxes of pizza per person, one bucket of popcorn per person, and everyone gets to choose one movie”
Those rules fly out the window the second he conks out
Mikey’s movie always has to go first because he usually falls asleep within the first 30 minutes of the marathon
Raph has to go next because he usually passes out after Mikey, they make fun of him for it every night
Depending on how busy her week has been April will either fall asleep before or after the twins but she usually puts up a good fight (mostly cause she’s scared Leo will draw on her face)
Leo and Donnie always compete to see who can stay up the longest and again it usually depends on what kind of week they’ve had
Donnie is used to staying up late working on his tech but if his week was stressful, he can't make it past the fourth movie
And Leo is the resident insomniac who can't go to sleep unless he’s bone tired or medicated
Honestly most nights they don’t know who went to sleep first because they pass out within seconds of each other
They both claim they won and everyone else calls in the tie
Leo April and Donnie all secretly get together on Tuesdays and have a movie night of their own
They find the worst movies at the bottom of the bargain bin and watch every single one
Donnie spends the night picking the movies apart while April and Leo laugh their asses off
Honestly, Donnie would have stopped coming to this meetup months ago because these movies are so damn frustrating to him
But it’s nice to see April and Leo so relaxed so he watches the shitty movies they’ve picked
Fridays are set aside for April and Raph to just relax they play soothing music put on face masks and just talk about anything and everything
Saturdays are always Mikey and April days and they do a whole bunch of things sometimes they go to the mall, or they spend the day baking a cake, or painting
And sometimes during the really stressful weeks, they just sit next to each other and rest
And Sundays are April's alone days no one gets to text her or call her unless the city is falling apart
The boys used to feel bad because they thought their friend was tired of being around them
But then April kindly reminded them that she is an introvert at heart and even though her brothers are her people if she doesn’t get some alone time to recharge, she will have a mental breakdown
Donnie pointed out that April probably wouldn’t want to leave the house on these days so the boys decided that every Sunday they would deliver her favorite games, snacks, and drinks on Donnie’s drone
The first time they did it April almost cried (who’s she kidding she bawled like a baby) and gave them the biggest hugs on Monday
#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt headcanons#rottmnt leo#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt april#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt raph#hamato leonardo#hamato donatello#hamato michelangelo#hamato raphael#april o'neil#disaster twins#because I said so#god I love april o'neil#she is the best sister#they're my comfort family#go watch season 1 on Netflix#and the movie#save rottmnt
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Infinight Interns Reference Sheet + Headcanons
Bartholomew Finn
-Vest of Slow Descent-i made it green based off his canon design and then gave it "feathered" hems to allude to its ability
-pre-Draconic Transformation Bart-gave him silver jewelry and the only draconic traits are gold freckles, fangs, and shorter horns
-post-Draconic Transformation Bart-gold jewelry to match with his dad (Simsun), and of course claws and scales and larger horns
-boatswain's call whistle-a reference to the Jebediah + Capt. Marge
-gave him the thigh dagger sheath-cause why not. I think Bart's that character in movies that has a shit ton of knives hidden in the most improbable places
-he's got a 17 string lute, but lets be honest i aint drawing 17 strings. painted a wave design on the body and the soundhole/rosette has a dagger design
-Breath Diagem/lute pick ftw
-scars on his hands (from doing hot boi sailor shit)
-not shown but i think he's got a bunch of tattoos (like "I <3 Mom" for Marge, flowers for Gum Gum, crossed anchors, etc.)
-pupils are slitted like dragons and a very dark shade of blue
Kyborg the Mighty/Kydelius of Everwinter
-Fun Fact: i used to do archery! so some of his gear is based off of stuff I had. But you know cooler
-Canonically his hair pretty loose, and its pretty but my god its gonna get caught up in his bowstring man. braided/tied it back for practicality
-thigh highs. no notes
-gave him an armored version w/ fur because his current design didn't feel like Everwinter-y enough
-its not terribly visible but he has the Belt of Sick Trick so i put a bird on it (vaguely Tony Hawk reference)
-the Longer Bow Krystallina-gave it a snow fall design + red accents
-scars from archery, since this guy shoots barebow
-the left (flesh arm) side is the most armored and unscarred, and the right (metal arm) side is scarred + unprotected (bc u know its metal)
-pupils are really dark shade of red as a reference to the Source Diagem
-metal arm-i took an anatomy class not a robotics one, so the structure is based off human musculature (kinda) and i put the Source Diagem in his shoulder instead of his hand
Gum Gum Galindor
-star boi 🌟
-constellations on the inside of the brim of his hat that Bart sewed for him-(Bart's a sailor, he knows his constellations)
-the flowers (orange @ blue) on his hat represent him & Bart. The orange ones bigger bc u know thats his big bro right there
-the hoodie+pauldron+cross body strap combo is a direct copy of Bart's design bc thats what younger siblings do u know
-made the patches to repair his coat stars bc why not
-Random Axe of Kindness-the cute lil heart does not detract from the fact that its an axe
-timeskip design i went for a gardener vibe bc he works in the Orchidnage now-i think despite having the worst dad of the group, Gum Gum would be a pretty good father figure
-Staff of Flowers-i wanted to reference Dia w/ this one so I tried to have this be the most colorful part
-Bart pierced his ears at one point
-i gave him constellation freckles that showed up post Dia reveal
-he has his manacles yeah but i wanted to design friendship bracelets for the rest of the team
-Mudd's-green thread with pink & white flower beads-the charm is Gumbo
-Bart's-leather cord with blue & gold beads and an anchor charm
-Kyborg's-brown leather cord, green beads, and a red arrow charm
-made his pupils a lighter shade of blue that glows when he uses Wild Magic
-edit: lots of scars, some from fighting, a lit from just tripping and shit. Also a dog bite from that one time
Mudd Bramblecrack
-i love him but it was so hard to come up with a design
-the pink streak keeps moving bc im inconsistent and also bc he has to redye/cut his hair constantly
-the "fur" cloak is the Cloak of the Secluded Garden, and its actually pine leaves & grass
-gave him a very simple tunic w/ a bramble design bc we would try to disguise his noble bg
-i put Mudd in a kilt bc i have free will and also he's Scottish. I dont think he would ever wear one unless for formal occasions tho bc i think they take a while to put on
-Gumbo :) + badger armor -this ones very specifically inspired by Lonna Bowstripe from the Redwall series
-originally had the purple gems on his tunic, made em earrings instead bc thats cooler
-Bramblecrack signet (?) ring-also the Virtues Diagem. Both this and his earring are purple bc its an ace reference (for me). The ring is definitely an ace reference bc i made it a black metal and put it on his right middle finger (ifykyk)
-pink paw pads + talons-less of a firbolg thing, more of a Moon Druid thing
-eyes are a rlly dark shade of green but glow a brighter shade when Wildshaping
-pupils are a rlly dark shade of purple (Diagem ref) and also horizontal like cows
Okay I think that's everything. If not ill just come back and edit it 🤷. working on the OG Infinights next so stay tuned or whatever
#my art#tales from the stinky dragon#tftsd#bartholomew finn#stinkydragonpod#mudd bramblecrack#kyborg the mighty#gum gum galindor#headcanons
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