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mónaco l Carlos Sainz
(a/n): this is a very short piece based on one of my favorite songs of all time which, by coincidence, is called Mónaco by Lagos and Danny Ocean. If you listen to it you can picture yourself having a summer romance with Carlos, true story. I'd love to dive deeper into it, but idk I just needed to get it out fast for some reason. hope you like it, feedback is always welcomed<3
summary: pero si algo que nos quedó es todo lo que pasó en Mónaco (but if there’s something left in us then it’s everything that happened in Monaco)
no sé si te acuerdes, de la vez que nos perdimos en septiembre
she'd never forget the warm september night when Carlos took her to the casino for the first time. He still wasn't very familiar with the principality and she was just a fleeting person for a couple of weeks, months, and he couldn't count on her of all people to know the streets of the heavenly Monaco.
As the flutes of Don Perignon continued to flow, he became more and more animated, trying his best to explain the intricate science behind poker and the true meaning behind each card. But despite his best efforts, she found herself unable to concentrate on his words. Instead, she was deeply lost in his eyes, taking in every detail of his sparkling hazel hue.
As she continued to stare, he finally noticed the piercing gaze, causing a warm flush to rise in his cheeks. A shy smile appeared on his lips, and she couldn't resist the urge to lean in and place a gentle kiss on them and when she pulled away, his smile grew wider making her fall deeper and deeper in this announced tragedy.
Everything was good until Carlos realized he was drunk, couldn't drive and didn't remember his address, eyes growing comically large as he came to terms that his alcohol-consumed brain really couldn't remember the name of his street, meaning someone had to drive him and his companion through the beautifully and carefully lit streets until one of you started to recognize his complex and as unusual and absurd of a situation they were in, she couldn't stop giggling as the streets kept passing by in a blur and watched Carlos still trying his best to remember.
tantas veces que tomé tres escalas para verte, creo que me acostumbré a tenerte como si no fuera a acabar.
her time in Monaco was over and Carlos' career in Toro Rosso was steadily climbing, he couldn't afford to take his mind off the track and she understood, she was willing to fly over just to see him.
but it started to fade away.
she was still willing to deal with three layovers to see Carlos, and his caramel eyes still sparkled when he saw her, but there was something missing, this wasn't like their late nights in strolling around Monaco, drinking cheap wine even if they could afford a way nicer bottle.
they weren't stupid, this wasn't meant to last any longer than a couple weeks in autumn, a simple memory, one of those people you can close your eyes and feel their scent, mind playing tricks that maybe if they closed their eyes long enough they might get a feel of the soft skin of each other, running her thumb through his cheek while he tried to fall asleep.
yo sé que para volver ya es tarde, y nuestro plan nunca fue quedarse, no sé si habrá una segunda parte, pero si hay algo que nos quedó es todo lo que pasó en Mónaco.
she stopped flying over, Carlos stopped asking her to spend the weekends off in his apartment, just the two of them
Both reminded themselves this wasn't meant to last, wasn't supposed to create one single string, but they both failed.
chances were, they would find each other again maybe on another holiday, another masters degree, PhD, Grand Prix; a part two, a proper goodbye to te September walks in heels she couldn't take off in order to not get a fine, pouting so Carlos would carry her on his back, as if they knew each other their entire lives.
it wasn't important now.
all they had left was what happened in Monaco.
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translations <3
no sé si te acuerdes, de la vez que nos perdimos en septiembre: i don't know if you remember about the time we got lost in September.
tantas veces que tomé tres escalas para verte, creo que me acostumbré a tenerte como si no fuera a acabar: so many times i took three layovers just to see you, I think I got used to having you as if it was never gonna end.
yo sé que para volver ya es tarde, y nuestro plan nunca fue quedarse, no sé si habrá una segunda parte, pero si hay algo que nos quedó es todo lo que pasó en Mónaco: i know it's too late to come back and staying wasn't our plan, i don't know if there's gonna be a second time, but if something's that's left in us is everything that happened in Monaco.
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So we’re all in agreement that Fizzmodeus is Stolitz without the pain?
Like ok yes there is pain-
But these two have heard of a magical thing called ✨communication✨
UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE
Which leads to shit like this
TALK TO EACH OTHER DAMMIT
#helluva boss#fizzmodeus#stolitz#but better#unless you crave angst#which is fair#sometimes I do but right now I just want good vibes#which means the announce your love for each other couple#I’m aware of the hypocrisy I just don’t care#they’re adorable#helluva boss fizzarolli#helluva boss asmodeus#helluva boss blitzo#helluva boss stolas#fizzarolli x asmodeus#blitzo x stolas#fizzie#fizzarozzie
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“my wife.”
how they address you. why does it make your heart skip a beat each time?
characters; neuvillette, wriothesley
—female pronouns obvi, aaaa this is so random😭 fluff, tad bit of crack, has suggestive themes/dirty jokes cause that's my humor in general, just tryna get into writing again heehaa don't mind me ʘ‿ʘ
NEUVILETTE always accompanies the term with unmatched affection. it rolls off his tongue perfectly like a match made in heaven, coupled with the serene image of you instantaneously appearing in his mind before he even thinks of the uttering the endearing term. he still finds it surreal that you are both even lawfully married, yet the way he calls you his wife is already on instinct. is it too presumptuous of him?
well, in the end, he can't find any means to worry about it when you seem to equally adore the nickname.
“ooohh, say it again, say it again!”
he can't tell whether he married a child or not, but he still obliges your request and calls you his wife affectionately once more.
meanwhile, furina nearly gags everytime she hears him say it so softly—like using any other tone when referring to you would land him in the hands of the fortress of meropide. sure—she might've been the one who set up both of you—but the drama and thrill akin to watching a romance film has delightfully ended, and she can only meddle so much in marital matters. the iudex just might actually have her head in a platter if she were to do anything mischievous at that point.
but while a happy neuvillette is running around announcing 'my wife' this and 'my wife' that, you are currently stuck on what to call him in return, sadly enough.
“at this point, i think i'm just going to call you daddy.”
it was unfortunate with the way he choked on some of the water he was drinking—well, thank goodness he didn't spill much as before. for this wasn't the first time you said something unprompted while he was in peace with his water—he can only internally sigh.
“and what exactly has influenced you to arrive at such a conclusion, my wife?” he does not miss the tiny shudder of your body that followed the endearment. your face burns a tad bit at that, and he softly chuckles.
“your effect on me is no joke, you know?” you pout at his amused smile, “the way you refer to me so sweetly makes me want to call you my dearest husband everytime.”
“i don't recall voicing any complaints. is something else holding you back from doing so?”
you nod solemnly in agreement at that, which prompts him to raise a brow in mild curiousity.
“thing is, i really like calling you by your first name. same with monsieur neuvilette. there's something mildly erotic within it—you get what i mean, hehehe...” he only stares at you, clearly unimpressed, and a bit concerned at the implication. you clear your throat, apologizing under your breath.
“still—it's such a devastating predicament to be unable to choose between the three.” you sigh defeatedly, moving to slump your entire weight on his lap. you mutter, “my dearest husband monsieur neuvillette...mmm, no, that's too long.”
chuckling at your dramatic antics, he plants a soothing hand on your waist, the other fixing your wrinkled clothing as you practically melt against his hold. “and you thought settling on daddy was the appropriate option?”
“i'm not hearing any objections.” you jest, feeling cheeky.
“please refrain from calling me such a thing in the eyes of the public atleast.”
“...huh? you're actually allowing it??”
WRIOTHESLEY on the other hand, says it as if he's flaunting. it leaves his lips like a taunt each time, indirectly telling the other party 'i have a hot wife and you dont' even though most of the time the people he mentions you to don't even know what you actually look like. it's silly, childish even, but you still love it nonetheless.
sigewinne and the other inmates have collectively told you that ever since you got married, he has never uttered your actual name to anyone else. some find it weird, some find it somehow disrespectful, and some are now convinced he's crazily obsessed with you, and now he's showing it off every chance he gets, much to everyone's dismay.
it's arrived to the point where a small percentage of people have actually forgotten about your name, and now refer to you as the duke's wife, or even duchess, to which you made a face at. that's kind of pushing it by then.
anywho, in the end, it's funny and endearing, maybe even makes you a bit giddy, but there is no way you're telling him that. the situation might escalate even more if possible.
“you know, my wife is very mean to me today.”
as a pair of strong yet gentle arms wrap around your waist, you resist the growing smile on your face, deciding to mess with your husband for a bit.
“is that so?” you continue your chores without a care in the world. he huffs.
“mhm. she won't look me in the eye the whole day, even though she seemed sooo happy last night.” face instantly burning, you hiss as you slap his arm in a fit of embarrassment, pulling a hearty chuckle from the man behind you.
“—and now she's hitting me as well. i can't believe this.” you both know very well he was not fazed in the slightest bit.
“if her husband wasn't such a pervert then maybe—”
his facade cracks as he forces out an awkward laugh, “hey now, baby, you know i'm nothing like that.”
“wriothesley.”
he clears his throat awkwardly, “okay, maybe a little. it's exclusive for you though! my wife doesn't have to be so mean about it, you're making me reallyyy sad here, y'know?”
there it is again, you think. that nickname. that damned word that makes you want to turn around and smash your lips against his and—wait, hold yourself together! don't forget the reason you're being cold to him!
“you deserve to feel remorse. i've been struggling to even move the whole day because of you.”
you go rigid.
you didn't mean for that to come out so bitter...oh no.
“oh. so that's what this is about.” you don't even have to turn around to know that there's a smug look on his stupidly handsome face, his grip on your waist turning into soothing circles as he presses a kiss to your neck.
“if my wife wanted a massage, she could've just said so.” it's husky when it leaves his mouth, leaving you to shiver with the chills he enunciates.
flustered, you completely disregard the way your knees buckle at the endearment laced with that low voice of his, hitting his arm once more, earning a tiny 'ouch' from him.
“pervert. i want rest, not another round!”
“heh, i didn't say anything about another round, my perverted wife.”
“you—” you are abrupt cut off as you yelp in surprise when your feet are raised off the ground, your face now much closer to your husband's as he carries you gently in his arms.
“shhh, just let me take you to bed. if my wife was feeling terrible the whole day, she should've just told me in the first place so she could stay in, don't you think?”
he's right, but you're still angry. “shut up.”
“just letting you know i'm not completely at fault, wife.” you attempt to ignore the furious beating of your heart, face burning at his smug expression. “i'm not the only one who wanted it.”
hsr version...? if i feel like it...🤔🤔
#har❗#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin impact imagines#neuvillette x reader#wriothesely x reader#genshin drabbles#genshin x you#genshin imagines#genshin headcanons
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(OFFICIALLY) SWEPT OFF YOUR FEET
i. summary in which everyone knew you were in a relationship, except for you.
ii. warnings wc 1.5k, profanity, reader will be angry: couple fight scene but not really, alhaitham is kinda dumb here, but he loves you and you love him and that's all that matters, ending is kinda lame... ft. tighnari and cyno
iii. written for my big sibling @earthtooz hope u like this one earf ily
“Hey, Alhaitham?”
He hums noncommittally.
You nestle further in his arm that’s draped lazily over your shoulder, his other hand and his attention occupied by a book. He doesn’t respond again, but he does glance at you for a moment while you shift, adjusting his arm more comfortably.
“Tighnari sent me a letter the other day.”
“Hm.”
“And it was real sweet, you know. He sent over fruits and told me you have your share in my package. He didn’t want to send them to you because he said the fruits would have expired by the time you’d read the letter.” Alhaitham doesn’t deny it. “But I read something extremely strange in the letter that had me dropping the fruits out of pure shock.”
Alhaitham still doesn’t reply. But you know him well enough to know that he’s no longer reading—just keeping appearances.
“Did you read it?”
“...No.”
Obviously. “Ah, well. Let me quote it, as I feel the need to share it with you as well.” You sit up straight and push Alhaitham’s book away from his line of view. “He said, ‘For the insufferable, lovely couple. It’s been a while since you two have visited. How are you and Alhaitham doing? Write back soon.’ And then he taped a flower.”
Alhaitham’s mouth twitches into a half-smile. “You look miffed.”
You scowl. “Alhaitham, of course I’m miffed! Since when were we a lovely couple? And why are you not surprised? Were you the one to prank them?”
“No one’s trying to fool anyone,” he says smoothly, picking up his book once again. As if he just hasn’t caused your crisis. “Tighnari is simply being a good friend and looking for something to nag us about.”
“Alhaitham, since when were we a couple?” you demanded again, shaking his arm. “Did I miss something? Did I wake up one day and forget about being in a relationship with you?”
“Haven’t we always been in one?”
“No, we have not?”
Alhaitham casts you a glance. “You sound unsure.”
“Because you seem so sure of yourself for no reason,” you fume, itching with the urge to hurl the book at his face. “I didn’t even know you were even into me like that!”
“I let you kiss me on the cheek every night before you leave my house. Sometimes, you don’t even leave my house, so we sleep on the same bed.” As if that explains anything. And did he fling out these reasons to Tighnari, too?
“Well, I do it because I’ve been doing it since we were, like, six. And you never told me to stop. Plus, it’s just a cheek kiss—that’s way different from an actual kiss actual couples do,” you say, getting increasingly infuriated with each word that’s coming out your mouth. Why do you have to explain how relationships work to Alhaitham? Surely he’s read a guide about love in the millions of books he’s touched?
“I don’t see why you wouldn’t start kissing me the way couples do, then.”
Oh, this bitch. “So you knew that I liked you?” Your voice wavers, and you feel a little pathetic. “And that’s what prompted you to start spreading lies to everyone? Is this some joke to you?”
Immediately, his expression is swept off of amusement. “Y/N,” he says as you feel your lips tremble. “Y/N, that’s not—”
“Shut up,” you say. “How long has this been going on? Since when have I been outside of the biggest inside joke, huh?”
“It’s not like that. I thought—”
“Oh, you thought, didn’t you? Yet you didn’t think I don’t want my feelings to be played like—like—” You can’t even bring yourself to say this. You know that Alhaitham can be mean when he wants to be, but making a joke out of the feelings you’ve desperately hidden for years?
“I need to leave.” You’re not sure why you feel the need to announce it. Was it because you rarely even leave his place? Each step feels wrong. You don’t want to be mad at Alhaitham to this extent but you’re hurt.
You ignore Alhaitham’s hurried, “Where are you going?” because you don’t have an answer to that. Wherever you go, you always end up in Alhaitham’s arms.
You forcefully push the door open and march off, head spinning, humiliated. You hear Alhaitham’s steps fall into place after yours. It’s pissing you off even more that Alhaitham doesn’t even look the slightest bit frazzled, as if you impulsively sprinting off is just a walk in the block for him.
Then you spot Cyno in the middle of a street. He catches your wrist before you can avoid him.
He blinks, mildly surprised to see it’s just you and not some food stall thief. “Y/N.” Cyno tilts his head slightly to acknowledge the man a few feet away from you. “Alhaitham. Is something the matter?”
“It’s nothing!” You don’t question why or how Cyno is here, shoving him aside—which proved to be a little difficult given how he’s pretty strong for such a tiny man.
“You’re crying,” Cyno points out as you try to push him away as if you aren’t aware of how your face feels uncomfortably hot and how tears are sliding off your cheeks.
“It’s a marital dispute,” Alhaitham says, directly behind you.
His voice makes you scowl. So infuriatingly sexy, and you’re mad at it. “We’re not married!”
Cyno nods, serious. “Yes, I only heard about the engagement.” At your stunned silence and Alhaitham’s reluctant stillness, Cyno clears his throat and steps aside. “I suppose I’ll leave you two to it. I don’t know how relationships work.”
You groan as Cyno walks off, “Great, so even Cyno thinks we’re a couple. Who’s next, Lesser Lord Kusanali?”
Alhaitham looks away. “Well—”
“Oh, fuck off.”
Your wrist seems keen on being dragged around by men today, it seems. Alhaitham firmly tugs at your arm, pulling you close to his chest, his gaze intensely searching yours. But all he would be able to see is your scowl. And all you can see is his handsome face.
“Y/N,” Alhaitham says, your name in his voice a sweet murmur. “I’m sorry I upset you. I didn’t think you would react that way.”
“What, you think I’d just roll with it?” you spit with dripping bitterness.
“Yes.” You're taken aback as you gaze at him and find his expression to be entirely genuine and open. “We fell into a friendship so easily. I fell in love with you the same way: naturally. I thought…” And then his usually blank face twists into something unpleasant. “Forgive me.”
“Alhaitham, you idiot. You bastard. Do you have any idea how relationships work?”
“No. All I know is how to be with you.” He wipes a tear off your cheek. “But it appears I’m not even doing that right.”
“Fuck you.” You bat his hand away. His face falls. “You don’t get to act all sweet to me like that. I spent years thinking you would never see me that way, and you get to decide one morning that we’re in a relationship, just like that?”
“You’ve liked me for years?” Alhaitham’s eyes are a bit wide, totally missing the point.
“Alhaitham.”
“I ask you out every dinner. And you say yes each time.”
“I didn’t think you meant it like that!”
“I did mean it like that,” Alhaitham says, and again with that ‘so sure of myself’ personality. You hate it. You love it. “And I meant everything I’ve ever said to you like that. I didn’t tell anyone anything; they just assumed on their own, and only then did I realize how it did seem that way. It was my selfishness that didn’t try to deny their assumptions.”
Alhaitham’s usually so difficult to speak to, especially when it comes to expressing his true emotions. You often find yourself filling the silence, and he seems content with it. However, he appears desperate at this moment, as though you’re planning on leaving if he doesn’t give you a reason to stay.
You are too weak. “So you like me.”
“I do.”
“…And you want to… be in a relationship with me.” Alhaitham nods. You're beginning to feel flustered as the realization sets in that the man you've always dreamt of is holding you intimately in the middle of nowhere, and also confessing that he feels the same way. “Ask me out properly, then.”
Alhaitham looks at you incredulously. Did he think it was over?
“Do it, Alhaitham. Woo me. Win me over. Sweep me off my feet.”
“...Y/N,” he hesitates, his face tinted pink, vaguely embarrassed. “Go out with me. In that way.”
It sounds demanding and clumsy, but it’s perfectly Alhaitham, so your heart beats out of your chest and your face splits into a grin all the same.
You wrap your arms around his neck. “If you’re gonna be my boyfriend, you’re going to do it right, you hear me? You won’t just let me do anything. And you will start—officially—tomorrow by telling everyone that we are not engaged nor married.”
Alhaitham dips his head down, your chin trapped by his fingers. “We will be, eventually, though. And I can just start now. Officially.”
Your confusion doesn’t last for even a second when his lips meet yours in a kiss. You’ve been wooed. Won over. Swept off your feet.
earth i hope u know it took me months to find a good plot for your man this was a feat in itself. also i copy pasted your tags love u.
also if u caught the title while it was called swept over your feet shut up…. Please. this didnt have a title originally 🙁
#alhaitham x reader#al-haitham x reader#alhaitham x you#al haitham x reader#genshin impact x reader#alhaitham fluff#al-haitham fluff#genshin x reader#alhaitham fic#genshin fic#genshin x you#genshin impact x you#genshin impact#alhaitham x y/n
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“I’m a big fan” || Tom Blyth x singer!reader
GIFs by me :)
Summary: in which after Tom reveals that he is a big fan of you, especially after you’re a part of soundtrack of tbosas, you and Tom are caught being awfully close to each other a few weeks after.
Warnings: fem!reader
Wc: 643
A/n: Sorry I haven't uploaded a tom blyth x singer!reader fic in abit! I've got another one sitting in my drafts that I need to finish :)
Tom Blyth x singer!reader au masterlist
divider by @pommecita
“Tom and Hunter on…. Y/n Abrams’ Hunger Games single” “So good. It's so good,” Tom says immediately. Hunter squeals, throwing her hands up in the air.
"I love Y/n Abrams," Hunter fangirls, a huge smile plastered on her face. "Yeah, I'm a big fan of her honestly. I hope I get to meet her someday," Tom has never mentioned you on the internet before.
Truthfully, he has always been a fan of your music since you first released your first album and has stayed a loyal fan. He would be lying if he said he didn't have a crush on you, I mean who wouldn't, you are Y/n Abrams.
So when he saw your post on instagram announcing that you were going to be a part of tbosas soundtrack with 'Can't catch me now' Tom was absolutely fangirling
Of course you were familiar with Tom but the two of you have yet to meet. You remember seeing him on screen for the first time when your sister had Billy the Kid playing on your tv at home, and you were hooked.
You understood why the girlies were head over heels for Tom, he was crazy attractive, a gentleman, and an absolute sweetheart. When you saw the interview that mentioned him, you were dying to meet him as well.
Little did he know that you would be attending the LA premiere for the tbosas and would see him for sure. “Y/n, any one in particular your excited to see today?” A woman asks as she directs her mic at you.
“Uh- yeah actually, I’m excited to finally meet Tom!” You couldn’t help but feel the corners of your mouth rise. “Really? Well I interviewed just a couple moments ago and he said the same with you!” Your eyes slightly widen as your eyes look around.
“I think he’s over there,” The woman points to the other side as you thank her before making your way that way. You were whisked into another interview before you could go any further.
As you were talking, you felt a hand on your shoulder as you jump. “Shit-“ “Sorry-“ You turn your head and was pleasantly surprised seeing those pair of blue eyes stare straight back at you. "Tom!" Your smile widens as you grip his biceps, his hands politely gripping your waist.
"Y/n! Finally we meet!" He chuckles as you could feel the rumble coming from his chest. "It's so lovely to meet you," You pull him in for a hug, all the while the camera still focused on the two of you. All though the two of you just met, you felt so comfortable around him, and he felt the exact same way.
"I'm such a big fan, Y/n," He says against the side of your head, his hand rubbing your back before you pull back. "Oh stop, I'm such a big fan of you too, Tom!" You exclaim before you remember you were still mid interview. "Oh! I'm so sorry," You sheepishly smile at the girl who laughed.
"Sorry, It's my fault for interrupting you. I'll see you soon?" Tom butts in, his arm around your shoulder as he pulls you into his chest. It didn't feel awkward or uncomfortable the way the two of you interacted with each other, it was more natural and familiar.
"Yeah of course, I'll see you then," You look up at him, you nearly stopped breathing at how close he was to you. "Bye, darling," He bids you goodbye as you watch his tall figure leaving. "No way the two of you met just then," The young woman asked, shock evident in her tone.
A breathy laugh escapes your lips, "Yep, it feel's like I've known him my entire life!" "It looked like it!" The woman exclaims as the two of you laugh.
#tom blyth x you#tom blyth#tom blyth x singer!reader au#tom blyth x singer!reader#tom blyth fanfiction#tom blyth fluff#tom blyth imagine#tom blyth x gf!reader#tom blyth x reader#gracie abrams#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#the hunger games#the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes#social media au#tom blyth angst#coriolanus snow imagine#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus x you#tbosas#tbosas imagine#tom blyth smut
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BUT I THOUGHT SHE WAS UNFAITHFUL? ⤿ d. ricciardo 3
→ ( in which. . . ) you star in a movie as the lead actress. in said movie, you date your co-star. the fans of your boyfriend don't like the idea, so they spread rumors in response to you and your co-stars friendship. but, little do they know, it's not you they should be worried about.
→ ( fanfic genre. . . ) social media au
→ ( face claim. . . ) sydney sweeney
→ ( pairing. . . ) daniel ricciardo x actress!reader
→ ( content warnings/disclaimers. . . ) rumors of cheating, eventual cheating, cyber bullying, language, toxic fans
→ ( author's note. . . ) this was sitting in my drafts for so very long and i just finished it in class, i am so happy i am able to post something after such a long hiatus. I hope you enjoy! see end for more
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happy to announce that anyone but you in theaters NOW! go watch it >:)
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y/nlover ugh cannot wait to watch!
alexademie pretty pretty girl
y/nnnn all you lexie :(
danielricciardo so unbelievably proud of you roo ❤️
y/nnnn thank you badger ☹️
glenpowell such an honor to work with you!
y/nnnn i can say the same!
y/nhater don't you think that her and glen are too close to be co-stars?
y/nhater2 i'm thinking the same thing there's no way she didn't cheat
y/nfan wtf are u talking ab? y/n would NOT do that to danny they are happy together
lewishamilton free tickets 👀
landonorris 👀
maxverstappen1 👀
charles_leclerc 👀
y/nnnn sonypictures what do you think?
sonypictures I'm sure we can work something out.
danielricciardo
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words cannot express how proud i am of you, my love. you have poured so much blood, sweat, and tears into this movie. i know it has been hard, especially the long shoot hours, the frantic facetimes in between scenes can vouch for that and so can the texts. i will definitely miss the on-set pictures/updates.
i love you so much y/n. i don't know how i could be any prouder. p.s. i better get a private showing if you know what i mean 😉
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landonorris gross there are children on this app
hunterschafer cutie pies
zendaya is that blond single?
danielricciardo not atm no get in line
y/nnnn danny be nice.
danielricciardo sry love 🫡
y/nfan LMAO
georgerussell63 get a room 🤮
drlover she is such a slut
alexademie actual goals
y/nnnn awe danny i love you too
y/nnnn definitely NOT crying right now!!!
lewishamilton she is lying she facetimed me SOBBING
y/nnn i called you in CONFIDENCE. CONFIDENCE LEWIS.
y/nnnn you are the sweetest, most supportive person i have ever met. i could not have gotten through this without you ❤
danielricciardo there is no one else i rather support ❤
y/ndanny they are meant for each other
y/nhater what a fucking whore
y/ndanny2 the best couple
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i am so so sorry my love, he didnt deserve you ❤️
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He treated you like shit anyways
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alrighty, finished! thank you so much for reading, so sorry for the radio silence, ive been super unmotivated and consumed with school 💔 anyways, requests and feedback are welcome! make sure to leave a comment and kudos as well (only if you want :P)
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a little comic i did for @pencildragons !
stuff under cut
^^^ without text, lineart, and sketches
basically obi wan left and went back to melidaan after the clone wars ended to essentially retire and cody and some of the 212th need to lay low for a while so they go and track down their former general. And they find him hands deep in dirt farming of all things, and theres this whole thing between cody and obi wan about how they fell out of the closeness they had when they were in war(theres a moon lit conversation that is in my head and not on paper I HAD IDEAS) and they miss each other, they really do, but they don't know how to function together without the war on their backs.
Now obi wan isn't only a farmer no no hes a busy boi, he also helps out at the local clinic/hospital because him having the force means it's easier to understand how people feel which means it's easier to diagnose the patients. So one day he's working and idk his neigbor or something knocks on his door, and the troopers that where living with obi wan are all like whos that, so cody goes and opens the door and it's just someone obi wan knows coming to ask him for some help, and that person is like who are you? so cody says he's a good friend of obi wan's and is visiting him, and that obi wan is at the clinic right now. The neighbor guy is like ok and goes to find obi wan.
And when the guy finds obi wan they go "obi wan i didn't know your boyfriend and his family is visiting" obi wan internally is going " boyfriend????" and obi wan goes along with it because it's a good cover for the clones. and when he gets back to his house he announces himself with "my dear im home" and he and cody bond via pretending to be a couple because it reminds them of having a mission. And with the whole fake couple thing they learn to be domestic with each other, and function together outside of a war setting.
Until the group of clones don't have to lay low anymore and they can go back to corusant. and both cody and obi wan are like, i should tell him i love him for real and they do and they live happily ever after :)
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Ready, Aim, Shot
Hi! ♥ I hope you are all ok!
I have trouble finishing all the stories I started, but I’m working on it!
This one took me a little longer to write, I hope you like it. It is a little different from what I have written so far, but it is following a request from an anonymous:)
Summary: You’re a journalist and you were sent to a complicated place in the world. Will the attack you suffered prevent you from finding your girlfriend’s arms permanently?
TW: Angst, mention of war and bomb, accident, hospitalization.
PART 2 | PART 3
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Alexia is the only woman you fell in love with, and everyday you find yourself falling even harder for her. She was perfect for you. Caring, loving, loyal, attentive and sweat. Your bond is even more special than you ever dreamed before you became a couple.
However, things could have started more easily. You are a journalist/reporter and you know perfectly well that celebrities are not fond of this kind of profession, for good reason. When you found yourself following her for days for the report "Alexia: Labor Omnia Vincit", she was very professional at first. Like, really very very professional. But you lived with her for weeks, met her relatives and finally you found yourself covering her with heart eyes.
What you never imagined was that things could be reciprocal.
Shortly after announcing your relationship, at your friends and family only, you quickly settled together. Your cat met officially Nala at that time and you were spending happy days all four in Alexia’s apartment. I mean, your apartment now.
There are sometimes a few days during which you can't see each other, when Alexia leave for football or when you go in another country for a report. You go watch Alexia at every opportunity you have, enjoying to see her evolve in her element. And you know that Alexia reads or looks the articles or reports you participate in.
Alexia has already had a lot of trouble accepting that you go to eastern Europe last month for a report, so it's with a ball in the belly that you come home tonight. You have to tell her you’re leaving for another complicated place in the world and you know it’s going to be hard for her to accept.
You nervously bite the inside of your lip when you open the door of your apartment, immediately greeted by Nala who comes to rub in your legs, almost making you fall. You laugh gently and lift her off the floor to put a kiss on her skull before resting her gently. Your cat, for its part, opens an eye from its cat tree, long before turning and falling asleep again.
"Thanks for the welcome, Diabolo" you grumble.
You roll your eyes and hang your coat in the cupboard of the entrance before going in search of Alexia. Her sneakers at the entrance and a pleasant smell of food floats in the air, informing you that she’s home. Nala is ahead of you, running towards the kitchen, where you find your girlfriend.
The smile she gives you when you arrive takes your breath away and you accelerate the step to have her faster against you. Your face in her neck, you breathe her smell before putting a kiss, then several along his jaw to finish on her lips.
"Holà mi Amor"
She says to you smiling, passing both hands in your hair.
"Holà."
You let her kiss you again before taking a look at the stove to see what is in the pots.
"Did you finish training early?" You ask when you realize she’s had time to prepare all this and shower before you come home.
"No" she laughs softly "My mom came by to bring us what she cooked for her dinner with her friends tonight. Apparently she planned too big"
"Like she didn’t mean to"
You laugh too and Alexia throws you a smile and a amused look. You both know that she cooked huge quantities on purpose to be able to bring you some, Alba surely received her part too and you wouldn't be surprised to learn that your sister also received Eli’s visit with a tupperware filled with paella.
"Do I have time to shower?"
You want to get comfortable quickly, knowing the discussion you have to bring later. You think you’ll wait until the end of the meal though, not wishing to spoil your girlfriend’s appetite.
"If I had known, I would have waited for you" Alexia whispers, sliding her hands dangerously close to your butt.
"Alexia Putellas Segura, you are worse than a male teenager" you smile against her lips before kissing her tenderly. "I make it quickly."
After a quick shower, you go straight into Alexia’s clothes section of the wardrobe, choosing an old FC Barcelona jogging you love and one of her t-shirts with a Nike logo.
"It seems that you are wrong again on the side of the cupboard mi Amor" Alexia tells you with a knowing smile when you return to her.
"Oops."
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After the meal, you sat on the sofa in the living room to watch the series that you started to follow recently. You still haven’t managed to talk about it, Alexia seems so relaxed and happy tonight that it breaks your heart to have to make this announcement.
However, your worry must be easily noticeable, since you feel Alexia’s hand on your fingers as you mechanically wiggle between them.
"Okay, what is it?" she asks you, slightly getting up to see you better.
"What?"
"You haven’t paid a single second of attention to the episode since we started it, you play nervously with your fingers and you keep biting your lip. What the hell is going on?"
You sigh softly and sit cross-legged on the couch, not finding the courage to look into her eyes. Beside you, you feel Alexia put herself in the same position. You feel her gaze on you as you speak again.
"I have to leave in three days for a new report" you finally confess.
"Where?"
"In the Middle East"
"No."
Alexia’s firm voice makes you look up and you can’t tell if her "No" is a ban she puts on you or if it's a form of denial to this information. Her eyebrows frown, her eyes are hard and you have to take it on yourself not to lower your eyes again.
"There’s no way you’re going. It’s too dangerous."
"This is my job, Ale" you point out lightly.
"I don’t care. You stay here, there is no fucking way that I let my girlfriend going right to death, your boss is completely crazy and irresponsible."
You watch her get up and go around in circles in the living room, talking while gesticulating her arms in all directions, scaring Nala in the same time.
"I’m not going alone, there will be my team with me."
"I. Don’t. Care."
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Three days later, you find yourself at the airport with your team. By working together, they became your friends and Alexia knows them very well. And they know Alexia very well too. That’s probably why Lola asks you with surprise about the absence of your girlfriend to say goodbye.
"She didn’t want me to go"
You hardly swallow your saliva and thank Lola mentally for not insisting. Her compassionate smile is enough to bring some tears to your eyes, which you fortunately manage to stop.
Alexia is very mad at you. She tried emotional blackmail, anger, tears and pretty much everything in her possession to keep you close to her. The worst part is you would have preferred to stay with her, but you couldn’t refuse that warrant. You had already refused a report to manage Alexia’s anxiety a few days before and your boss warned you that it was the last refusal on your part that he accepted.
You don’t know if Lola passed on the information to the rest of the team, but they all show themselves to be particularly caring with you. Ben offers to check in your luggage and you gladly accept. You take a quick look at your phone and see that you have messages from your parents, your sister, Eli and Alba, but none from Alexia.
She left for her training saying goodbye of course, it was still out of the question to leave you angry. You can’t blame her, you know perfectly well that if things were reversed, you would react the same way. She too had tears in her eyes closing the door behind her and that didn’t help you leave your apartment earlier
"Well, look who’s here" Marta laughs.
Like the rest of your team, you turn to the point she’s staring off behind you. And you feel an electric current running through you when you recognize Alexia’s silhouette. She hasn’t seen you yet and you can see her look through the crowd with a desperate air, as if she were afraid of having arrived too late. Fortunately not, with the amount of material you have, boarding always takes forever.
Without hesitation, you split the crowd and she finally sees you. A few seconds later, you are in her arms and it's only now that you see Mapi over her shoulder. The tattooed one winks at you before getting away to give you some privacy.
"I thought I was too late"
Alexia’s voice came to you in a muffled way, her face being buried in your hair while she hugs you against her with all the strength of her arms. You give her back her embrace, certainly with much less force, but this embrace brings you the comfort you needed.
"Thanks for coming" you mumble back.
One hand in her hair and the other in the hollow of her back, you breathe deeply for the first time in three days. You stay like this for a few moments, before Alexia lets go of you with one hand to search in the pocket of her coat.
"I have something for you."
You watch her do and after a few seconds she show you a necklace with a pendant hanging. You would swear that something is hidden in it, but before you can question her on the subject, Alexia resumes speaking.
"You’ll open it on the plane, okay?"
You nod and let her hang the necklace around your neck. Her fingers make you shudder and you hurry to get back against her when she’s done. You don’t care if you’re being watched or even if someone recognized you. In any case, it’s been several weeks since edits of you two started appearing on the Internet. Alexia doesn’t seem to care much either since she’s the one who initiates your kiss.
"Promise me you’ll come back"
"I promise"
Her forehead leaning against yours and her look in yours makes you forget the rest of the world around you. The place where you fly is dangerous, you are perfectly aware of it. And Alexia too. She doesn’t make you make those promises every time, but only when she knows there’s a risk.
"I hate your job."
Her remark makes you smile softly and you replace a lock of her hair behind her ear before resuming speech.
"I think this is the last time I leave"
"What do you mean?"
The surprise forces Alexia to take off her face from yours to be able to better observe you. Her hazel look plunges into yours when you shrug your shoulders.
"It gets too complicated for both of us and I don’t have the same pleasure doing what I do anymore. I’ll talk to my boss when I get back, but I’m thinking of resigning"
Alexia’s face becomes perfectly smooth under the shock of the information and she blinks several times before responding.
"I- I never asked you to quit" she stutters, making you smile.
"I know"
You smile in front of her amazed air and kiss her tenderly on the cheek. You have been working for the same people for many years and have made a name for yourself in the profession. And even if a job change is turned down, you know you’ll find something else elsewhere.
You hear Lola calling you gently behind you, meaning it’s time for you to go. Alexia looks at you and your smiles are more like grimaces. It’s time to say goodbye.
"Take care of yourself and don’t let Diabolo eat too much."
"I will"
A new kiss is exchanged before you have to release her. You take a quick look in the direction of your team, most go up to the departures floor thanks to the escalator, only Lola is waiting patiently for you downstairs.
"Be careful, mi Amor. Think of me?"
"Every second of the day Cariño."
A few hours later, you are installed on your plane seat, window side. As if to better stick to your mood, the rain began to fall on Barcelona, drawing shapes on the porthole through which you look. Remembering the pendant that Alexia gave you, you gently take it in your hand to better observe it. You have no trouble finding the security to open it and inside you discover a rolled paper that you unfold. You smile and realize it’s a picture of you and Alexia. Behind it, she wrote a note.
"Forever with you.
Te amo tanto.
Alexia ♥"
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Since your arrival, you have been able to exchange several messages and phone calls with Alexia. Things are going better than you both imagined, to your relief. You are not exactly in the middle of the conflict, the work you were asked to do being more focused on the population who decides to enlist in the army to defend their country. You are protected by soldiers who follow you like your shadow and you even feel safe.
It's the mind entirely turned towards the report that you climb in the jeep that brings you and your team where you have to meet several people to interview them. You have to go back to Barcelona in two days and your idea to resign is still on your mind. The more you think about it, the more you know it’s the right thing to do.
You are listening with amusement to Ben talking about his son’s latest mischief when something happens. A click, followed by the panic cries of the men around you. They express themselves in their native language that you don't master, or very briefly. A few seconds later, a heat wave lifts you off the ground and you are thrown out of the vehicle, unconscious, the mine you drove over blowing up everything around.
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When Eli and Alba appear on the edge of the training field, Alexia knows something bad happened. The joke she was exchanging with Ona gets stuck in her throat and her face visibly pale. Jonathan accompanies them and beckons her to come to them. It's with tingling throughout the body that Alexia stands up and makes her way towards them.
"What happened?" she immediately asks, looking her mother in the eye.
"Y/N's team ran over amine. Half of them are still missing"
It's Alba who speaks, making Alexia look in her direction. Unable to open her mouth, she waits for further information.
"Y/N has been found, but it's not good Ale"
"What do you mean "it's not good?" "
Alexia gets upset, bringing their mother in the conversation for the first time. Obviously she fears the reaction of her eldest, knowing how attached you are to each other.
"Alexia…" she makes a soothing tone by grabbing her daughter’s arm.
"But just tell me! She’s dead, isn’t she?"
Alexia’s tone rises and she must take it upon herself not to push the physical contact initiated by her mother. Eli and Alba exchange a look before the first one resumes speaking.
"No, but she’s in a bad state. She was found unconscious and is on an official ventilator. They don’t yet know how badly she’s hurt. As we speak, she’s still in a coma and they don't know if she will make it."
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The days that followed were a summary of hell for Alexia, your parents and your relatives in general. Due to the geographical distance, the news has reached them in dribs and drabs only by the interval of your team. Your boss got yelled at by Alexia, your father and Alexia’s mother. If you weren’t about to resign, there’s no doubt he’d demand you do.
After a few days of staying together at your parents', your loved ones have finally started their lives again. Your sister went back to work, but Alexia literally had to be taken out by force to agree to return to the training grounds. To make sure her daughter would go, Eli even asked Irene to come pick her up.
The information about you is vague but they know the main thing, you’re still alive. "She promised to come back to me" Alexia repeated several times, both to convince herself and to reassure others.
Even if she will never admit it, seeing her friends makes Alexia feel better. She strongly suspects them of doing everything to change her mind, but she is sincerely grateful. It changes her from the four walls of your parents' living room or yours, even if your animals also bring her comfort and affection.
Alexia is in the middle of a discussion with Mapi and Aitana when her phone rings from her bag. As always, she feels a mixture of feelings at the idea of dropping out, fearing bad news. But it’s usually your mother who gets calls from your bosses to give them news. It’s been three days now since they learned anything new.
Seeing that the call number is unknown, Alexia hesitates a few seconds before answering but ends up doing so. Normally, people with access to her phone number are allowed to have it. She has never had any problems with that.
"Holà?"
The silence settles on the other side of the phone and the Latin checks that she has picked up before putting the phone back against her ear.
"Is there anyone here?"
A new silence sets in. Just as she was about to hung up, Alexia finally hears a voice at the other end. The voice is barely higher than a whisper, as if the person were particularly exhausted.
"Ale? It’s me…"
The ground slips under the captain’s feet so abruptly that neither Mapi nor Aitana has time to catch her. Sitting on the floor, the one who had managed not to shed a single tear since the announcement of your accident melts into tears, alerting her two friends who are now convinced that something dramatic is happening.
Alexia let a flood of curses that you’ve never heard come out of your girlfriend’s lips when she realizes it’s you on the phone.
"I’m alive" you end up adding, not really knowing what to add.
"You had better" sobs Alexia before finally raising her eyes on Mapi.
Lost in her emotions, she didn’t realize that her reaction alerted almost the entire team. Ona, who had gone to take her shower, kneels beside Mapi, both leaning in the direction of their friend and captain while others stand in an arc around her.
"It’s Y/N. She did it."
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Your parents had already had to detain Alexia so that she wouldn’t jump on the first plane upon learning of your accident, but this time it was even worse. With the injuries you’ve got, you couldn’t go home right away. The translation was sometimes complicated at first, until the Spanish embassy sent someone to do the translation. From there, you were able to recover your phone and thus be in contact with Alexia and your loved ones more easily. The connection is not always optimal, but having your girlfriend only a call from you does you a lot of good.
It's not in very good condition that you get on the plane to repatriate you to Barcelona, but you specifically asked to return as soon as possible, even if you were then hospitalized in Spain. During the explosion, it was mostly the left side of your body that was injured. In addition to a crumbling shoulder, broken ribs and a damaged knee, you find yourself with a head injury and a broken nose that fortunately had time to deflate. Thanks to that you no longer look like a boxer at the end of his career but it looks like you have two big cockroaches.
You learned yesterday that three of your six team members didn't survive the attack. Ben and Lola have already returned to Spain and it's with a hint of guilt that you leave Marta alone on the spot. But her family is coming in two days and she swore to you that everything was fine for her.
Exhausted by the journey to the airport, you slept all the way back and it is only when the wheels of the plane touch the ground that you open your eyes with a start. The person assigned by the embassy to follow you smiles kindly and you answer vaguely, before looking out the window. When you see the airport building, you feel your heart speed up. Alexia is waiting for you, a few hundred meters from you.
You tried to refuse to be moved around in a wheelchair, in vain. So it is with a sulky pout that you find yourself traveling through the airport, to the place to collect your belongings. The good news is that you had left almost all to your camp and so you were able to recover everything. Even the necklace offered by your girlfriend survived and did not leave your neck a single squad then you left Barcelona.
Your suitcase is much too long for your taste to arrive and you refrain from jumping on your chair of impatience when it is time to pass the security control of customs. Everything is going too slowly and you are convinced that you would go faster by limping with your crutch. But you finally arrive in the main arrival hall and it only takes you two seconds to spot Alexia, your eyes are attracted to her like a magnet. By the time she comes to you, you get up from the chair and two seconds later you’re finally where you want to be forever. In her arms.
The embrace is not very practical, your arm in sling prevents you from holding her as you would like and you clench your teeth not to flinch despite your painful ribs. You still feel that Alexia is doing everything she can to be delicate. She has not yet been able to truly realize all of your injuries.
But in the end you don’t care, because it’s all about her. Alexia feels like she can breathe completely for the first time in about ten days. You feel her coming off of you after a few minutes and you have trouble supporting her gaze. You know that you look terrible, even if you are not the type to wear kilos of makeup every day, there you are really far from being to your advantage.
"Mi Amor" she whispers tenderly, holding your face in her hands before as much delicacy as if it had been porcelain. Her thumbs caress your cheeks and you feel tears in your eyes. "It’s over. You’re home."
You nod and close your eyes, letting her kiss you tenderly before she takes you back against her.
Needless to say, the next day your boss received a letter of resignation from you. Thanks to what happened to you, you received a starting bonus, allowing you to have money set aside before embarking on your new project, writer and WAG. Because from now on, it’s out of the question to part with Alexia for more than half a day.
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love love love the way you write, could i request gepard smut where he gets jealous of how reader entertain sampo’s shenanigans or flirtations? reader and gepard aren’t officially together but people kinda know that they’re a thing. geoard’s too shy to ask for attention and he doesn’t like how she’s so close to sampo and finally claims her when he reaches his breaking point. knowing this man and his incredible self restraint im just AHHH he snaps
SYEREN ANSWERS: “omg YES?! i absolutely love this request, thank you so much 🥹🫶 i’ll proceed to use gender-neutral pronouns for this. here’s to you, my lovely requester <3”
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BREAKING POINT — GEPARD LANDAU.
RATING: NSFW 18+ (nb-reader (fem. bodied))
GENRE: mix of fluff and jealousy sex
CW & TW: jealous!gepard, possessive!gepard, unprotected s*x, dom!gepard, missionary, mating press, pounding, rough s*x, degrading, possessiveness, sub!reader
SUMMARY: Gepard’s not one to show his emotions, however, when the one he’s admiring is digging into another’s flirtatious actions… How could he not?
NSFW UNDER THE CUT! — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
It was nothing at first. Nothing at all. But, why is his leg bouncing up and down rapidly? Why is his cheeks reddened with flush? Gepard’s train of thought was absolute mayhem as his blue orbs hovered around your and Sampo’s figure… Again. How long has this been happening? Why is that butt-weasel getting all the attention— your attention… And what for?
You and Gepard decided to spend some time in the Underworld, mainly information to collect for Bronya, but… With how long both of your schedules are and how busy it gets, he figured to volunteer right away to be with you longer. He remembered as his hand shot up to announce his idea to accompany you, a faint blush dusted your cheeks. The rest of your coworkers there looked at each other knowingly, laughing to themselves at how obvious Gepard’s adoration is for you.
But in the current time, he lets out a scoff, shaking his head briskly and refocuses his attention on his chilled liquor and paperwork at his side. The man whom he was throwing daggers at? The infamous, one and only… Sampo Koski. The two were fire and ice: One being a prestigious guard and the other… More known as a sly, cunning looker. Sampo is a charmer which is a trait that Gepard himself doesn’t have, yet in this moment, he longs for it jealously… Well, if it means that he would be the one standing in front of you, that is. He glances up and his eyes almost pop out of his sockets. The azure-haired man reaches up to graze his knuckles against your cheek, and Gepard bites onto his tongue to refrain from breaking the glass he was holding.
“Soot?” you asked, bringing your hand up to brush over the spot Sampo touched, only for him to show his dirtied finger.
He blew off the charcoal dust with a tiny smirk. “You must’ve been in the mines previously… Hey! Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I would’ve made your while,” Sampo laughs, smoothly closing the distance between you two and looking downwards with his staggering height.
You shook your head amusingly and placed a hand on your hip. “Like what? Show me some ‘fun new trick’ you learned that involves pick-pocketing?”
“Lock-picking, actually.”
“Figured.”
Sampo laughs once more, reaching over to casually wind an arm around the small of your back. You shutter slightly due to the coldness of his fingertips, you swore goosebumps were forming around his hand placement. You were about to hit him off lightly until—
“Ahem.”
Your eyes locked onto Gepard, who was now lingering dangerously close to your side. His hand reached behind your back to pry off Sampo’s fingers, flicking them off irritatedly.
“Off,” he merely stated, his tone dripping with venom.
Sampo blinked a couple of time before dryly laughing it off, waving his hand in the air. “Ay big guy! It’s all in good fun, plus I haven’t seen them in so long—“
“And that gives you the right to touch them?”
The tension between the two towering men increased as the seconds passed, with Gepard losing it little by little every breath he took. Sampo chuckled and slowly walked closer to Gepard, looking him straight in the eye.
“… Think you own them or something?” he spat, his palms resting comfortably on his hips. “Coward?”
Your own anxiety rose as you quickly went to stop the two, sighing deeply before you spoke. “Knock it off, this is stupid—“
“— And says you?” Gepard interjected firmly, but this time, his voice sounded calmer than angry. He chuckled once and stepped back, gently lacing his fingers around your wrist and tugging you along with him.
“Where are you taking me?” you asked worriedly, concerned that he’s in a really bad mood.
“No where special.”
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A small, dingy closet was what he found in the back of the bar. He almost knocked the wind out of you as he practically launched you inside. You had barely managed to regain your balance until he trapped you in between his sturdy arms, using the dusty wooden table behind you effectively.
“Gepard?”
His breaths were shallow and heavy, the scent of his cologne and musk intensifying around you as you looked up at him. He was looking directly into your eyes, piercing through your soul but had a slight softened look to it. A pleading look. An agonizing, pained look for release.
“… Not another word,” he spoke calmly and immediately ripped the armour off of him, along with his shirt. The heavy clanking of metal resounded against the floorboards beneath you two.
Perhaps it was the fluorescent light beaming down on you two, or the half-lidded eyes he had on his expression… But he looked ethereal. The dirty blonde locks cascaded down his forehead and his skin shone with a slight gleam due to sweat. The cloud of lust drowned any sense of fear as his hands busied themselves to lock behind your head, cradling your jaw with one hand and the other resting on your nape.
A tiny mewl escaped your lips as you hungrily welcomed his tongue that shot straight into your mouth. The warmth of the muscle explored the surface of your canines, until prodding his own tongue with your own. Taken-a-back is an understatement, you never knew Gepard would be so… Good, real good. Who knew the shy and obedient man would have a hidden side?
As you were trying to keep up with his movements, Gepard’s voice lowered in a hushed manner.
“… Tell me whenever to stop,” he whispered, not wanting to hurt you or to cross any more boundaries. You can tell just from looking at him that reality was slowly starting to sink in. In turn, you placed a hand behind his neck and pushed him once more to your lips.
“Mmgh!”
A choked up grunt evoked from his mouth but soon after, he sunk deeper into the intimacy, the feeling of holding you, touching you… To Gepard, this was the moment to finally show you how much he loved you. A primal yet desperate instinct grew within him, it was competitive— The feeling to win you over, the feeling to completely lose himself in you, to be able to do that spoke volumes for the man who represented perseverance himself.
He let his hands trail down to the back of your knees, hoisting you up and setting you on top the wooden table. The dim light coming from the bulb created perfect shadows of his muscles. He was well built throughout the years fighting and wearing thick, heavy armour. A sense of pride flooded in him as he watched you carefully drink his physique in, captivated.
“Don’t make me nervous now,” he jokingly added, a tinge of pink blooming on his cheekbones. “Got Sampo wrapped around your pretty little finger, hmm?”
A breathy chuckle left your lips, falling into lust as he nudged your head to the side to bite along the column of your neck.
“A chatter, that man,” you added and subconsciously spread your legs, allowing him to dive in deeper into your body.
“I can’t disagree with him either,” he responded quickly.
He took that split second and didn’t waste any time, calloused palms dragging across the plush of your thighs to push it further apart. The sound of the rustling of his pants made you look and he slowly unbuckled the leather with one hand, pulling it downward.
“Are you—“
“No, I’m preparing you first,” he whispered, trailing his light fingertips from your navel to the edge of your underwear. You were caught by surprise as Gepard’s finger tracks down your clit and rubs it slowly, teasingly. A delicious yet agonizing, dull sensation bubbled within your lower abdomen.
Tiny mewls and gasps left your parted lips, enticing Gepard to go more into rhythm, drinking in the lustful noises that he was producing. This was the reality of the situation, created by the tension between him and Sampo. And now, he couldn’t help the slow rise of his boner, growing an even larger tent within his tight slacks. He wedged his lip inbetween his teeth, chewing it harshly until specks of blood dotted around the abrasion.
He’s the one bringing out these beautiful noises you’re making. Not Sampo. Him.
The beat of his fingers increased, swiping side to side, in circles… Abusing the swollen bundle of nerves of yours. His hawk eyes pierced onto your face, analyzing the shortness of breath, the way your eyes were screwed shut. This only, and merely, egged Gepard on.
“G-Gonna cum,” you announced weakly, knocking your head back onto the wall. Just as the tension built up, it ended abruptly. The heavenly sensation of your bursting release cut short. A tiny whine evoked in you as you glared at Gepard in irritation. He laughed at your expression, hovering over your crumbled physique with both arms caging you in.
Gepard gave you a lop-sided smile and a tilt to his head. “I like that expression. Suits you.”
You sent him another stare of judgement, feeling the heavenly release slowly return back to your normal state. Gepard merely scoffed, jokingly, and yanked his pants along with his boxers down.
“What? Cat got your tongue? Use your words—“ he grabbed your chin and gently caressed your jaw, looking down at you.
“— Or use your mouth.”
You shut yourself up mentally and lowered yourself from the desk, your pride being on the line as well as your aching core. It’s still unbelievable. This wasn’t anything you expected of Gepard; the shy, chivalrous man you once knew vanished in a second, in this dimly lit closet.
Your gaze trailed down his abdomen to his erect penis, the sound of the tip slapping against his skin caused a gulp to rise in your throat. He adorned a large size, stretching out at seven inches — give or take — erect, with pretty blue veins decorating the sides and reaching towards his pelvis. You gave him experimental licks along the shaft, right along those veins popping out of the sheerness of his skin. He was soft, so soft… And warm. The same pink hue of the angry tip matched the shell of his ears.
A strained groan came from him and as you peered up, his head was craned all the way back. The beauty of his was all you could focus on, wanting to mark it up with your own kisses; the way it connected to the angular shapes of his collarbones, to the chisel of his adam’s apple.
“Y-You’re good,” he commented, his breathing erratic as he narrowed his gaze onto you. “Got Sampo as your practice partner—“
A loud slurping noise cut his remark, a moan bordering a whimper erupted from Gepard as you angrily swirled your tongue around, and shoved him all the way down your throat. You released his cock from your puffy lips with a pop, dazing at him intensely. Was he…
“Jealous?” you teased, only to erupt another irritated expression from him. However, it was more than just plain jealousy. Gepard looked at you with a blank stare and suddenly lifted you up by your underarms and shoved open your thighs. He didn’t mutter a single word, instead, aligning his fat cock head to your aching hole. He paused, looking at you cautiously and carefully in case you wanted to deject. A tinge of pink coated the apples of your cheeks, and you instinctively reached to interlock his long fingers with yours.
“Mhm— Eugh!“
He slammed into you, sucking in a harsh breath and made his movements stagnant for a second. A loud throaty noise ripped from your chest, the delicious stretch pulsating and tingling from your cunt, shooting straight up to your head. You took that brief moment to let your body mold around his heated dick, before peering up at him with tears welling in your eyes — a signal to go.
His insatiable, animalistic instincts were the only thing that controlled his body. The wet sounds and bodily noises emitting within the room only gave Gepard more fuel to his fire. You, whose neck was craned all the way up, screamed at the euphoric waves of pleasure. Gepard leaned forward more, licking long stripes along the column of your neck and left vivid hickeys; the blues and purples bloomed on your body, like flowers painted by monet.
“Y-You… Look so beautiful,” he mumbled out, staring at you like you were a blessing sent down by the Aeons themselves. He lifted your hips up and slammed his cock back inside, heavy balls slapped against your puffy lips. Breathy moans and the stench of sex, you dropped your face against his shoulder and cried out.
“… So pretty,” he chanted once more, and kissed your forehead. His left arm trailed down your stomach and with his free hand, he parted your folds with his middle and index fingers. He stared at your core, it was glistening in the cheap fluorescent lamp above the two of you. He tilted his head and blew lightly at your clit, which caused you to buckle at your legs.
You let out a strangled mewl, wrapping your arms around his neck. You felt a twitch from his cock and a bubbly sensation rose in the pit of your stomach. It was all so lewd, his length stretched you out so deliciously as he rammed his hips nonstop, his demeanor from before was irritated, and now you were left with the touch-starved shell of a man.
Perhaps it’s due to the strong, pent-up emotions you hold for him, but you grasped onto the back of his head and kissed him— A kiss where it wasn’t merely a gesture of lust, or just because you two were in a sexual act… A battle between pleasure, lust, affection were evident, and the craving to portray your true emotions in that sloppy act. His speed became staggered, irregular thrusts entered and exited your squelching cunt in an inconsistent manner.
“F-fuck! I’m gonna—“ Gepard announced and grumbled various strings of profanity. He searched for your hands once more and intertwined them, looking down at you through glossy eyes.
“Cum with me,” he pleaded, regaining a sense of momentum with his hips. It was almost like a spell — his words — and it echoed in your head. A tinge of pleasure shot from your abdomen and your legs started to shake intensely.
“Shit,” you groaned, whining as the release was nearing. Gepard took notice, immediately feeling you clamp down on his dick harder. He spilled his seed into you, and following after, you creamed around his dick; his hips stuttering wildly. Your walls clenched and you felt the warmth of his cum paint your insides. He kept his hips still and the fluttering of your walls gave him slight overstimulation, cock-warming you while keeping you from leaking out his seed.
His heavy weight fell against your body, the weight of his heart too. Tears welled up in his eyes and he hid his face, holding onto you more tightly than before. From your teary-eyed vision and exhausted state, he gave you a slight glance to make sure you were okay. He quickly covered you with his guard uniform, shielding you from the sudden cold of the closet.
“Don’t… Talk to him. At least alone. And only with me.”
“You know I never had feelings for him, right?” You asked, still trying to catch your breath. You raised your shaking hands to slot them against his reddened cheeks.
“Yes love… But, he’s still Sampo, gets on my nerves, I couldn’t sit there and watch him do that vile act,” he sternly replied, however reverting back to his old self once more. You chuckled at his embarrassment, scratching the crown of his head lovingly.
“All Sampo knows is how to steal $10,000 from naïve people and break-and-enter the most weirdest places,” you stated, chuckling as Gepard tightens his hold around you, shying away his face. He straightens up and helps you wear your clothing, making sure to also gently wipe any fluids or dirt on your body with his own sleeve.
“He’s still another guy, Y/N. So from now on…” Gepard trails off, removing a Belobog Silvermane Guard insignia from the coat draped around you. With the pin still in hand, he fastens it onto the lapel of your jacket, the lustre gleaming out and proud.
“You’re mine. And if Sampo needs physical evidence, that pin can do wonders… If not, make sure I’m with you. I don’t mind giving him a show either.”
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an; i am so sorry this took so long, i swear i saw your request as soon as you sent it, but college finals have been draining me quick </333 thank you for your patience!!! (also there may be grammar errors or spelling mistakes, heavily apologize for such things 🫶🙏)
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Personal tattoo artist · Mapi León
Summary: Mapi helps reader to overcome her fears but not without a cheeky proposal (fluffy)
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María has always loved tattoos. It didn't matter if she was the one getting them or someone else, it was something she felt passionate about. She saw the body as a canvas, one that would tell it's own story as time passed by. The drawings and words each represented something, a thought or a feeling. Even if it referred to a miniscule moment. It wasn't a surprise when she announced that, that would be the career path she'd follow when her time as a soccer play would come to an end. On one side it was a scary thought, football is all she has been doing for most of her life.
"Amor (love), come on. You trust me, right?" María pouted as she put her sketchbook down. The book was filled with her creative ideas, she even dedicated a few pages to you. Sketches that reminded her of you, ones that she'd love you to get tatted. The Spanish woman pulled you closer and nuzzled her face in your neck. You could feel her sighing for the umpteenth time this evening, but not before she left a trail of kisses on your warm skin. She wasn't really frustrated, she just loved being a bit dramatic.
The evening started out relaxed. María had training in the morning which meant you two had the rest of the day to spent together. After Googling for a nice place to eat, you decided to go to a restaurant not far from your appartment. Unfortunately once arrived at the place, you stumbled upon a poster that said the place was under reconstruction.
The mood was pretty much killed after that but María came up with the brilliant idea to cook something at home. The muscles in her legs were still aching and all she wanted was to have a nice meal and watch a good show, was what she said. In reality she prefered cuddling on the couch with you. Her muscles were completely fine, she felt great even.
The now empty plates were placed on the glass table in front of the lovers while the tv was still on in the background. "Yes, cariño (honey). Ofcourse i do. It's just that i'm scared i'll regret it." You admitted. A few weeks ago you two went to visit an old friend of hers. That friend is a tattoo artist and offered you to get a tattoo of your choice. You actually had something in mind but backed out last minute. It was this intense fear of regret that kept your mind wondering if it was a good idea to continue, so you didn't.
María's hands found yours as she noticed you were actually worried. It really wasn't that big of a deal, but she didn't want to downplay your emotions. Your thumb grazed over the rose that was displayed on her palm. The rose was her own work, it was a piece she was proud of. And so were you, you were so proud of her courage. The exact courage you were currently missing.
"You know, it's okay to feel that way." María engulfed one hand of yours in hers while the other one travelled to your chin. "I just don't want you to regret not getting it". She softly placed a kiss on your lips and smoothed out the frown between your eyebrows. It's true, it's been a couple of months since you've started talking about this tattoo. Your lips found hers again right after she pulled away, missing her reassuring touch. Her eyes twinkled as she stared at your face, a child-like smile growing on hers.
"Just a reminder, i can do the job as well." María said with raised eyebrows. She wrapped her arms around your waist, you could feel her getting excited at the idea because of the way she was almost restricting your blood flow. "I mean..." You wondered. It's María. Mapi. Your partner in crime. How would you ever be able to regret this tattoo?
She did have the equipment for it, she had the skills as well. "Princesa." María stood up firmly and placed her hands on her sides. "I believe in you." You started giggling, not being able to take her seriously because of the look on her face. "You're lucky you're cute." You said. Eyes following her frame when she made her way out of the living room. She came back with another book, a smaller book than the one she was drawing in earlier.
"What's that?" You asked, curiosity growing bigger by the second. "Oh, this old thing?" Maria huffed and laughed nervously. A few strands of hair were covering her face, she started to scan the pages of the mysterious book. "Escúchame (listen), i have this theory." You couldn't help but laugh at her behaviour, your fingers stroking her short hair back behind her pierced ears. "You should go for something totally different, you don't want to get a tattoo you've had major doubts about."
"Okay, but what does this book have to do with it?" You asked, still not fully understanding the purpose of it. The book was quickly placed in your hands by your lover. The woman next to you started to grow shy under your stare, which is unusual for her, feeling as if she had just exposed one of her biggest secrets. "These are sketches i've never shared with anyone. I'm sure you'll find one that perfectly suits you." María admitted with a soft smile on her face. You couldn't help but pull her closer in your arms, leaving a couple of kisses to the side of her face and on her now slightly red cheeks.
"Thank you." The sincere words were very much appreciated by the footballer. "I'd love to share some other ideas, though." The Spanish woman gained her confidence back in a matter of time. You suddenly found yourself sitting on her lap, legs on each side of her strong body. Her hands wandered around your waist and eventually rested on your thighs that were covered by one of her joggers. "There's this really cool name, something along the lines of Mani, Mapi?" She began. One of her hands moved and rested on your lower back, you quickly understood what she was proposing. "Yeah, there's no way i'm getting a tramp stamp."
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'𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤' 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 (𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔢)
Summary: “…I’m in love with you.”
Content Warning: sweet, wholesomeness, a little bit of mutual pinning, idiots in love but they finally admit it 😦
Word Count: 2.2k words
Author’s Notes: This is the finale of ‘waiting’ for you! I was not expecting to see many of you guys tune in, and thank you for the support; it means a lot to me as a small indie author here on this platform. Once again, thank you for your love and support! (If you see errors, no, you didn't—)
Standing at the hostess stand with the restaurant door in front of you has become a familiar sight over time. Seeing the brown carpet and warm lights was a sight your eyes bore to. It's been repetitive, but you didn't mind. As long as things don't happen out of the ordinary, it's okay. Everything from the outside may show two women next to each other having small talk is normal, but the context of it says otherwise.
“Yeah, I see what's going on here…” Jess jokingly announces to you. “Oh, what are you talking about?” You dodge her statement by providing a rhetorical question you desperately didn't want to know her comment to. “Hey, I'm a grown woman, married and about to have a child. I can smell the tension and chemistry from here.”
“Okay, but we don't know if Miguel handed me the umbrella a couple of days ago.” You added on.
“You say you don't know if Miguel lent you the umbrella, but why did you bring it into the restaurant and leave it leaning against the doors?” Jess inquires. You rolled your eyes and neatly stacked the menus next to you. “You know what I think?” She continues. You let out a long sigh and prepared to hear Jess’ investigative skills on the table. “I think that you know that it was Miguel who lent you that umbrella.”
“Nah, you think?” You hear the sarcasm in your voice before you turn your body away from her in response. “Do you like him?” She challenges.
“No, Jess.” You grumble, looking over your shoulder just to look at her for a moment.
A little smirk formed on her lips as she noticed you peel over to her. “Admit it; you like Miguel, don't you?” She mocked, waiting for a response. You turned away and huffed. “I don't know what you're talking about.” You mumbled, barely loud enough for even yourself to hear.
The sudden appearance of the restaurant's bartender hopping out of nowhere was enough to make you cringe. “You said otherwise on text last night while you were three drinks in.” Lyla jumped into the space, showing her pink iPhone to Jess, causing you to tackle the shorter, petite woman nearly. “No!” You huffed, wanting to grab the mobile device from her. The phone was no longer in her hands but in Jess's hands. “Very interesting…” She mumbled, scrolling through the drunken messages you and Lyla shared the previous night before, reading them.
The slight frown on Jessica’s lips soon evolved into a shit-eating grin. “Oh, this is too good…” Jess snickered, scrolling through the messages. “Jess, give it over…” You demanded, walking over to her. “Oh hell no, this is just a chef’s kiss to the recipe of ‘I told you.’ Jess laughed out loud, handing the pink iPhone back to Lyla. “Thanks for sharing, Lyla.” Lyla gave you a grin and left the area back to the restaurant‘s bar.
You covered your face with the menus, slowly sliding them down to reveal the burning look on your face. Silence filled the space before you fixed your hair and looked at an odd corner. “So, you do like him.” She muses.
You sigh and see a couple of hungry customers enter the restaurant. “Interpret it as you will.” You huff before you grasp the restaurant's menus and usher the guests to a clean table.
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It was the thirtieth-anniversary opening of the restaurant, which means that the restaurant would close early for the employees to celebrate amongst each other and have a poor excuse to get free food and beverages. This night was no exception.
“I'm not drinking that, Lyla.” Miguel huffed to the bartender. “Oh, come on! This soda tastes amazing!” Lyla held the ocean-like teal color soda to Miguel, insisting he take a sip. “This looks like this would send me to a coma!” He groans in disgust. “But it's a Baja Blast!”
“I would never put that in my system even if it was the last drink on this planet.”
Lyla shrugs and sips on the drink. “Suit yourself.”
/
The cool spring breeze accompanies the silence on the rooftop of the restaurant. The city's skyscrapers brightly shined, giving any on-looker a sight to see. “I didn't expect to see you up here.” Miguel greets you, soon sitting on one of the garden chairs next to you. “I don't do well in loud, crowded spaces.” You shrug, taking a sip of water from your bottle.
He nods and leans back a bit on the iron garden chair. He glances back to the garden bed momentarily and nods, deciding to initiate conversation. (In the worst way possible.)
“You know, six years ago, a year before you came in, we used to have a garden up here on this very rooftop.” You turned back and saw the now-empty garden bed lacking the green veggies, let alone a single sprout.
“What happened to it?” You ask, soon turning back to look at the bright scenery before you two. “Since Alex came in, he wanted us to bargain for our ingredients rather than grow them. Too expensive, he says.”
“Isn't bargaining with food suppliers more expensive than buying a bag of mulch?” You questioned, glancing back at the empty garden boxes that once contained fresh, healthy veggies ready to be grown.
“To him, the garden was a waste of time due to a lack of produce during the winter.”
“Ah.”
Silence filled the space between the two of you, only allowing lowly sirens of police cruisers on the streets to fill the giant, awkward silence. “Why is it hard to talk to this man? But enough! Maybe it's time to actually talk…”
“So—” The two of you spoke at the same time before you two started to stack on each other sentences like a tower of Jenga. “Sorry, go ahead.” You laughed awkwardly, soon tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “No, you've heard enough of me; what did you want to say?” Miguel dismissed his words, waiting for you to speak. You nod and soon take a deep breath.
“Well, we’ve been working together for a couple of years now, and I realized,” You look over to him and lean back on your seat. “I'm always at the front, and you're always in the kitchen, and we rarely see each other—I mean...” You pause for a moment and decide to spill it. “…This will sound weird, but it feels like I've known you forever.”
Miguel raises a brow before a lowly chuckle fills y'alls bubble. “Yeah?” Miguel chuckled before turning to look at you, locking eye contact. “Name one thing about me that you know about me.”
You think for a moment before you recall an odd detail. “I know that you have an orange cat named Lyla.” You announce confidently with a little smirk on your face. “C’mon, almost everyone in this restaurant knows that.” Miguel retorts, remembering his little friend back at his apartment.
“Okay, but tell me why you named the cat that? Is it because of Lyla, our bartender?” Miguel let out a sigh at the question and then nodded. “Yeah, because the orange cat is similar to her, wild and energetic. Let me show you.” He then pulls his phone out and scrolls around for a bit before he pauses and shows the screen to you.
The phone presented a video of the marmalade cat zooming around his bedroom, jumping on his nightstand, bed, and desk, presumably in the early morning hours. “Lyla, ya parale con tus joderás…” You can hear Miguel’s raspy voice through the phone’s speaker. The cat in the video only responded with multiple chirps and continued to zoom around, knocking Miguel’s desk lamp and creating a loud crash. The lamp breaking earns a low groan from Miguel in the video.
The video ended, causing you to laugh at the active animal. “I can see why you named the cat after Lyla. Very similar when it comes to sudden bursts of energy.”
The man only groaned in annoyance, not to you but to the feline he has as a pet. “She is always knocking stuff down and scratching things up. It's her favorite pastime while I'm here at work.”
You shake your head while smiling at the cat’s antics. “Well, that's one more thing you know about me.” Miguel shrugs, resting his arm on the garden table near yours. You could almost feel his pinky against yours. One sudden shove and you would be resting your hand on his.
I want to know more…
“What about you?” The question returned you to reality, snapping your focus into the conversation. “What about me?” You laughed nervously. “Other than talking to me, you seem to be the type to come in and do your job.” You felt yourself cringe at his words as it wasn't far from the truth.
“Yeah, I mean—it's not every day that an old man throws soup at you or a lady complains about blood in her steak when she ordered a rare steak.” You grumble, soon moving your hand away from the table to massage your temples, recalling an unwanted event.
“Like today, a lady wanted warm water to ‘sanitize’ her utensils.” You can see the look of troubled cross Miguel’s face. “Sanitize?” Miguel nearly laughed at the claim. “Does she know that we have a dishwasher we pay?” You shake your head at the question and groan. “No, apparently, because Health Codes don't exist in her world.”
“Did she do the same thing with her cup of water?” Miguel laughed in a troubled manner, hardly believing the interaction. “No, and then I told her: You do realize that the water has to be 145°F and the utensils have to be marinated for five to ten minutes?”
“And what did she say?” Miguel chuckled out. “She stayed quiet.” You chuckled, remembering the disbelief look on the customer.
“Well, you know people say ignorance is bliss,” Miguel added, soon taking a deep breath from his chuckle.
“I wish I was that happy about life.” You moved your hand away from your temple and rested it on the garden table. But it wasn't the garden table; it was his arm. You moved your hand away immediately and kept your hands to yourself.
“Sorry.” You sighed and got up from your seat. “Im going downstairs to get a drink, is there something you want?”
It got quiet again, and it was going so well. Why did you have to ruin it!!
“Hey,” He paused momentarily, stopping your footsteps. A pregnant pause filled the bubble between you two as Miguel deeply inhaled, creating a sharp sound between his teeth. “I’m in love with you.”
“…what?”
“I’ve been in love with you. Ever since you became a hostess.” You nod, a bit troubled at the confession. “It’s constantly with you, and it will continue to stay that way.”
Your little heart fluttered while your stomach dropped in excitement. Seems as if the feelings were mutual. Instead, you kept quiet and kept your response silent and to yourself.
“But will getting to know each other make things better?”
Silence hung the environment with ease. He got up from his seat and stood before you, locking his eyes on yours.
Nothing comes to mind, leaving you frozen. Nothing at all. It felt as if Miguel sucked the words out of you. “I—” You began, but Miguel placed his finger against your lips, pausing your words.
“You don't have to say anything if you don't feel the same way. We rarely speak, but I wanted you to know and get to know you better.”
He moved his finger away and waited for you to say something—even a single peep from you. “Say something, please…” He pleads softly, a tone you always hear whenever you speak to him, contrasting what your coworkers always hear.
“Miguel, I—” You felt a soft, plush sensation against your lips. The sensation of his arms pulling you close to a warm embrace while his lips sewed onto yours. The kiss tasted sweet, like the desserts he often snuck to you under Alex’s nose. The warmth from his hands against your upper back is enough to make you melt, leaning into him.
After a brief moment, he pulled away and fixed your hair for you, being gentle with his touch and motions. He looked down and saw the look in your eyes, little hearts in them, accompanying admiration.
You clicked your tongue before you took a deep breath. “…I like you too.”
“I would like to know you better, too.”
A small sigh of relief leaves Migurl before he gently grabs your hand. “That's all I needed to hear.”
/
SEVERAL YEARS LATER
(You can read it if you like—)
The lively, lightfall footsteps of a child filled Miguel’s home floor in Brooklyn. The footfalls soon entered the kitchen with lively brown eyes looking up at Miguel with admiration. “Papí!” The toddler yelled out, running to him at full speed and embracing him tightly. “Ay, Gabriella…”
He stopped chopping the vegetables, placing the knife down, and lifted the toddler.
“Did you sleep well?” He soon planted a forehead kiss on the tiny girl. “Yes! Can you make cheese omelets, papí?”
Miguel chuckled before he glanced at the chopped veggies on the cutting board. “Yes, mija, but you need your veggies, too. Especially onions and bell peppers.” The toddler expressed a “blerg” in response, looking down at the chopped onions and tomatoes. She leaned down, grabbed a small fistful of diced ham, and began to snack on it.
“Why is mommy crying more?” The toddler asked, looking up at her father while eating the uncooked deli meat. “Well, it's because she's carrying your little brother, Samuel, and she's been more tired recently.” The toddler pouts her lips for a moment and nods. She finishes eating her ‘snack’ and thinks momentarily before her eyes shine in excitement.
“Can we make mommy a cheese omelet to make her feel better?”
“Claro que sí, hija.”
While the father and daughter interacted in the kitchen, a marmalade cat strolled past the two to the door. As always, the cat looked up at the umbrella bucket, now seeing two umbrellas in the long container.
Translations:
ya parale con tus joderás (stop with your bullshit.)
(If I missed any, let me know)
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So Lovely, It Feels So Right
Mat barzal x model!fem!reader
A visceral in doses fic
Warnings: SMUT, alcohol consumption, and mentions of tattoos (let me know if I missed anything)
Tonight’s the Isles wags’ annual galentine’s get together. It’s nothing fancy, just an intimate gathering at the Martin’s house. There are drinks, snacks, and a small gift exchange.
After laughing so hard your stomachs hurt and drinking various bottles of wine, it’s finally your turn to open your gift. You gently pull out the tissue paper and uncover a black thong with “i ❤️ barzal” printed on the front. You let out an infectious giggle, your cheeks growing red hot.
“Syd! Oh my god. I cannot believe you got me this,” you shriek, hands covering your eyes in faux shyness. You actually liked your little gift- that’d also be a gift for Mat.
“I wanted to get you something on brand for your relationship. We all know you love taking your man to bed. Anyways, soon you’ll be a Barzal,” she points out and you grow flustered thinking about your upcoming nuptials.
Once everyone opens their gifts and finishes their last glass of wine, someone suggests going to a tattoo shop and who are you to not go through with it? Maybe it isn’t the best idea for a bunch of inebriated women to go get tattoos, but you’ll never be one to deny a good time. Mat’s in for a treat later.
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Walking up to your front door serves as a challenge, your heel keeps getting caught in the cobblestone of your driveway. It doesn’t help that your buzz is still lingering in your limbs. Finally pushing the door open, you sashay into your house. The sting of your fresh tattoo is very well present as you think about what Mat’s reaction will be like.
You walk in looking disheveled but content. Your cheeks are rosy and your eyes are glossy. Your hair is in its signature messy bun, tank top hiked up your chest to hide your newest addition to your ink collection. You don’t get far before you find Mat in the game room, playing around at the pool table.
“Baby,” you announce your presence, slowly making your way towards him.
As you round a corner of the pool table, your fingers trace the “Barzal” engraved in the wood. Your engagement ring catches every angle of the lighting, making it shine and making Mat’s heart race. He cannot wait to marry you.
“Hey, have a good night?” He asks, pulling you into his arms and swaying with you.
“A wonderful night. We laughed a lot. We also had a lot of wine,” you answer with your eyes closed in delight.
“I can tell,” that piqued your interest. You pop a single eye open.
“What do you mean?” You hop onto the edge of the pool table, arms looped over your fiancés shoulders.
“You’re all giggly and touchy. Major signs that you’re drunk,” he explains, kissing your neck.
You stay silent, too focused on his lips on your skin.
“Did Nolan go down easy?” You finally clear your head from thoughts of the man in front of you.
“Of course. He’s the most perfect baby. He had his bottle and I rocked him in the chair for a couple of hours before putting him in his crib. He’s all bundled up, too. He looks so precious,” Mat says and you coo just thinking about your baby boy.
“I’m glad he didn’t give you any trouble with his bottle. He’s been giving me hell just because I try to feed him with the bottle,” you sigh, body leaning into his.
“He’s a little momma’s boy. I can’t blame him.” You definitely agree with that.
Minutes pass by, Mat and you just looking into each other’s eyes. Every now and then he’ll play with your ring. It’s become a habit of his.
“I’m not drunk you know you,” you tut and tilt your head to the side, your eyes playfully glare him.
“Tipsy but not drunk,” you add, your heel clad feet reaching out to rub against his muscly thighs. He immediately catches your hint. You are feeling needy which is a usual occurrence when you drink wine.
“What do you need, pretty girl?” His voice gets raspy and he picks up your legs one by one and takes off your heels.
“You, baby. I need you,” you pull him down into a kiss, head starting to spin when he invades your mouth with his tongue.
His hands caress your thighs over your jeans, steadily rising to the button and zipper. The heat in the room rises and the moisture starts to collect in your underwear when he starts to undo your pants.
“Holy shit,” he murmurs when he sees your specially made panties.
You giggle and pull him into another kiss, this time you’re the one shoving your tongue down his throat. You grip and pull at his soft locks, just the way his touch grips your every nerve ending and sets them alight. Plus, the moans that vibrate through his chest are enough of a reason to not let go.
He guides you back to lay down, your body erupting in chills from his touch on your bare skin and the cold of the table. He softly squeezes at your legs in a subtle tease before pulling down your thong with his teeth, eyes zeroed in on your reaction. Just by the way your chest heaves and your legs subconsciously widen is proof enough that you’re enjoying what he’s doing.
Your core glistens for him and he wants so badly to dive into your wet folds, but he always wants to tease you. If it’s for a minute or more depends on his mood. He’s feeling giving and generous, so he won’t tease you too much but just work you up until you’re antsy. He kneels down, eyesight perfectly level with one of his favorite sights: you, wet and begging. He lays kisses up your legs, nipping tenderly at the stretch marks on your inner thighs. You reach down and intertwine your fingers with his, your ring biting at his skin, a reminder of your future. Continuing on his path upward, he purses his lips and blows a cool stream of air on your wetness, eyes darkening at your whimpers. He lets a small laugh pass through his lips and presses a sweet kiss just below your belly button.
“Do something, please,” you beg, squeezing his hand.
“Do what?” He acts innocent, but you know he’s just trying to get you to voice your needs.
“Eat me out or fuck me. Just do something,” you whine, a low scream falling from your lips as he leans up to mouth at your neck. His clothed cock rubs against your pussy, sending tingles throughout your entire body.
“You’re sexy when you’re bossy,” he whispers in your ear, sending you into a frenzy of sexual tension that’s dying to be resolved.
“If you don’t do anything, I’ll just get myself off,” you sass, closing your legs just a bit.
Mat stops you before you can close them all the way, his fingers opening you up so he can spit on your clit. The feral urge you have for him increases just by the action alone. You lift up your hips, but he quickly pins them down. Your annoyed huff turns into an airy moan when his thick fingers spreading your wetness around your fluttering hole. He delicately kisses around your mound, pressing a loving kiss to your clit.
The few deep breaths you take don’t prepare you for the way pleasure engulfs your body when Mat wraps his lips around your clit. His tongue nudges it while his lips continuously suction around the bud. You tug at your own hair, feeling your mind grow fuzzy when you hear his obscene moans. The vibration feels even better.
“You like that, baby?” He speaks his words into the apex of your thighs.
You numbly nod your head, already high on the overwhelming bliss that comes from his mouth alone.
“Words, baby,” he trades his lips for his finger tip, softly massaging slow circles into your bundle of nerves.
“I love it so much. It feels so good,” you comply albeit being breathless.
Every rational thought flees your head when he starts tracing his name with the tip of his tongue, sending you on a hazy spiral towards your orgasm.
“Fuck, baby. I’m yours,” you chant, knowing he was staking his claim even though he doesn’t need to.
You don’t even realize him pulling away until he’s pushing your tank top further up your chest, unveiling your boobs. He loves when you’re braless. He licks his lips, leaving sucking kisses all up your torso. For a quick moment you snap out of your daze, remembering your new tattoo that your fiancé still doesn’t know about. Luckily, he doesn’t pull your top off all the way.
“Is my pretty girl still sensitive?” He knows damn well your boobs are still sensitive from breastfeeding for 7 months.
You whisper a yes, but it’s quickly replaced with a cry as he softly sucks them into his mouth. It doesn’t last long because you’re still producing milk, so he decides to suck on the flesh surrounding your nipples. No low cut tops are in your future unless you want people to witness the craving Mat’s mouth had. You will definitely be looking like a cheetah after he’s done with you.
You lift your hips up into him, begging for friction, but also distracting him from eventually making his way to your tattoo. You didn’t want him to see it just yet.
He spreads your folds open again, not holding back and he immediately starts lapping up your arousal. The slurping noises fill your ears and his ravenous moans make you even wetter.
“You taste so good, pretty girl. I can eat your pretty pussy all day,” he praises, voice sweet and thick like honey.
“I love you,” you reply.
“I love you.” His words are followed by his tongue entering your weeping hole.
Your body arches off the pool table, screams and moan ripping from your throat as he fucks you with his tongue. Again, your hips lift up, but this time Mat doesn’t press them down. He holds up your lower body, burying his face in your pussy.
“Fuck. Just like that, baby. Please don’t stop.”
The vibrations from his moans and grunts make your brain short circuit, the mind numbing sensation has you in its palm.
You reach down, a hand back in his hair and the other planted on his upper back. The cold metal of your ring feels nice against his warm skin.
“I’m going to cum,” you whine, your cunt clenching down on his tongue.
“Not yet.”
“Please,” it comes out in a gasp, Mat’s thick fingers sinking into your pussy.
His fingers move slowly in a come hither motion, dragging out your pleasure and making you wait until you can let that knot in your stomach snap. His tongue flattens against your clit, his face moving side to side to continuously apply friction.
“Maty, please. I can’t do it. I need to cum, please,” you beg, legs closing around Mat’s head.
“I need you to hold it baby,” he whispers against your soaking cunt.
“I can’t. I can’t,” your body is trembling and you’re trying to steady yourself, but it feels too good. Your orgasm is on the brink of destruction.
He sets you down, one hand pressing into your lower abdomen while his fingers fuck up into you. Throwing your head back, both your arms reach out to grip onto something. Tears stream down your face, but you’ve never felt more alive.
“Cum for me, baby. Make a mess,” he finally gives you the green light.
Everything goes blurry, the pressure in your stomach releases and you feel liquid squirt out of you, and the state of euphoria your body is in is unexplainable. Mat’s fingers work you through your orgasm with slow strokes but still enough to make you twitch.
“You’re so beautiful, my love. I didn’t know you could squirt like that,” he muses, pecking your thighs.
You whimper when he pulls his fingers out. It’s erotic the way your release drips down his hand. For a moment, you think he’ll lick it up, but you’re proven wrong when he gets you to sit up. He guides his fingers to your mouth and you willingly suck on them, moaning at the taste of yourself. Your eyes peer into his eyes, hooded and dark, they reel him in. Out are his fingers, and his lips press to yours. Salacious moans pass between your mouths when he sucks on your tongue. He’ll never get tired of your taste.
“I love you,” you whimper, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close.
“I love you,” he whispers against your lips, nipping and pulling at your bottom one.
You smile dazedly at him, feeling sleepy and cuddly in his arms.
“Come on, baby. Let me take you upstairs and get you in a bath,” he coos, rubbing at your back.
“In one minute. I want to stay here in your arms for a little while. I missed you today,” you kiss his chin and the side of his jaw.
“Nols and I did, too,” he says.
“Tomorrow we cuddle in bed all day,” you state.
“Whatever you want. Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. I love you,” he tells you.
You look over at the clock hanging on the wall and realize it’s well past midnight.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby daddy. I love you so much,” you kiss him once more.
“I actually have a small surprise for you,” you whisper into his mouth.
“What’s that, pretty girl?” He looks at you expectantly.
You pull your tank top over your head with one hand, so the other can still cover up your tattoo. Slowly, you move your hand away to finally show off the ‘13.’
“Holy shit. No way, babe. That’s hot,” Mat gasps, reaching out to touch it.
“Just for you, baby,” you softly whimper, your skin still sore from the incessant needle.
He looks at you with such tender love and feral, sexual desire. You can feel the tension fill the room again, your cunt begging for him and his cock straining against his basketball shorts. You’re both in for a long night.
a/n: Happy Valentine’s Day my lovelies! I hope you know you’re loved so much🫶 I hope you all enjoy!
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Could I Be Loved By You? Pt. 2
Pairing: Monkey D. Luffy x reader, Usopp x reader, Nami x reader (separate)
Content: some suggestive jokes in usopp’s part, just general silliness besides that!
Word Count: 0.9k (total)
A/N: first time writing for all three of these characters- say whatttt! usopp’s part is my fave, but i love all of them!!! also if you check my master list for more content or anything, just know that im working on making it looks more aesthetically pleasing (it’s a mess right now😓) anyway thanks for reading and enjoy <3
Part 1
What happens when you ask them; “Do you think we’re together in every universe?”
Nami - 0.2k
With a singsongy voice, you announce your presence to Nami. “Babe!”
“Y/n!” She responds in a similar cadence. However, she doesn’t look up from drawing her map.
You round her desk so that you’re standing behind it, and she finishes off a line before setting down her pen. “What’s up?”
“I have a question for you.”
“Mhm…?”
“Ok. Don’t laugh.”
“I won’t laugh at you, babe.” Well, she might, but only out of endearment.
“So… Um, do you think that we would be together in every universe?”
Her lips, once pressed together in a resting expression, curve upwards. The shake of her shoulders is an unmistakable sign of held back laughter, which is only solidified by her hand covering her mouth.
“Hey! You said you wouldn’t laugh!” But in all fairness, you’re smiling too. It’s a silly sort of question.
“I’m not, I’m not!” She defends herself through giggles, then clears her throat.
“So, do you think so or not?”
Nami taps her chin with a smirk. “Yes. Yes I do.” The faintest blush colors her cheeks, though she’s much too proud to ever admit to being flustered by the idea. To think; you want to be with her just as badly as she does you, in any every lifetime or world where the two of you coexist. It’s enough to make even her swoon.
“Awww, so you do love me!” You tease. Your next course of action is to run out the door before she can (lovingly) hurl a book at you.
Monkey D. Luffy - 0.3k
You and Luffy are the last crewmates left at the table. Neither of you were late to dinner, nor were you ever. No, you had arrived to the dining room on time (even a little early), but he is still on his 3rd main course. Meanwhile, you are a slow eater. It’s no bother, though; you’d take almost any opportunity to spend time alone with Luffy.
With a soft smile, you tilt your head as you watch your boyfriend and captain stuff his face.
He pauses, noticing your staring. “What? Something on my face?” He licks his lips.
You shake your head. “I was just thinking.”
“Oh, ‘bout what?”
“Do you think we’re like this in every universe?”
“Like what? Still hungry? I know I am!”
“No,” you giggle, “I mean like… in love. A couple.”
This time, Luffy is the one to giggle at your curiosity. “What a weird question, y/n.” He cracks his blinding grin at you. “Of course we are.”
Luffy proceeds to stretch one arm around the back of your chair and pulls it closer to his. The proximity allows you to lay your head on his shoulder, and now everything feels right with the world…
Still, the “what if” scenario runs rampant in your imagination. “But if there is a world where we aren’t-“
“Just means we haven’t met yet.”
“… Hm. I guess you’re right.”
“Yeah, and I found you this time, right? So, I always will.” He says it all like it’s some simple, known truth. As if there are no doubts in his mind- nor should there be in yours- that you’re meant to be together. It’s not surprising though, given Luffy’s view on his own destiny. Naturally, yours is part of his, and vice versa.
With a simper, you swipe your thumb over the corner of his lips to brush away a crumb. “Or maybe I’ll find you.”
Usopp - 0.4k
You and Usopp like to play this sort of game where you ask each other questions. Sometimes they’re deep and introspective, others silly and random. It’s not really a game, per say, but… Well, it’s a fun little thing for when you’ve exhausted other topics of conversation or both of you are bored of other, cleverer topics.
“Ok, favorite temperature?”
“Favorite temperature? That's so specific!”
He chuckles. “Thats the point, baby.”
You hum in agreement before responding. “True… 74 degrees.”
“Celsius, or fahrenheit?”
“…Usopp.” You deadpan. “74 degree celsius would be, like…”
“Around 165 degrees fahrenheit.” He grins proudly. How some people, such as your boyfriend, are such naturals at mental math, you would never understand.
“Hmph… if you say so. But, yeah, why would I say my favorite temperature is 165 degrees fahrenheit?”
Usopp shrugs, “I wouldn’t put it past you; I know you like things hot.”
You’re too caught up in the way he leans toward you teasingly to notice his arms snaking around your waist. Without warning, he pulls you close to his chest. You shriek as Usopp spins you around, but your arms remain looped around his shoulders even after he sets you down.
“That was a dirty trick.”
“I think you enjoyed it.”
And you did, so you just smile and accept defeat. It’s your turn to ask a question now. “Do you think we’d be together in every universe?”
His smile falters. “I… Well, I don’t know.”
“…Oh.”
“I want to be, of course, I just…”
“Just what?”
“You have so many choices, y/n. Who’s to say you’d always choose me? I definitely wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t, in this hypothetical alternate-“
Your lips stop his from moving with a forceful kiss. They linger there, just for a few moments, before you pull back less than an inch away. “Don’t talk like that.”
“Sorry.”
“And don’t apologize. I’d always choose you, Usopp, no matter what.”
His confidence grows back, along with his smile. “Then yes,” Usopp places another small peck to your lips and pulls away to gauge your reaction, “I think we would be together in every universe.”
Your eyes seem to shine with some emotion that could only be described as love. “Just what I wanted to hear.”
#fanfic#one piece x reader#one piece#one piece x you#x reader#nami x reader#cat burglar nami#luffy x reader#monkey d. luffy#straw hat luffy#usopp x reader#god usopp#straw hats#straw hat pirates#straw hats x reader#fluff
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Nothing you can take | c.s.
Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x fem!reader
Summary: you and Sejanus make a bet involving you and Coriolanus, that you’ll have to become a couple in order to get some money from him, but everything changes when the two of you fall in love for each other for real.
Warnings: fake dating AU, (kinda) enemies to lovers, bet to fall in love trope (if I can call it like that), sunshine x grumpy/black cat x golden retriever trope, light violence and mention of blood, romance, comedy (I think), (probably) slow burn, fluff, angst
Word count: every chapter of the series will have a different amount of words
A/N: hi! Here we go with my first Coriolanus story!! I don’t know if Coriolanus is OOC here, because I watched the movie like one month ago and I still have to read the book, but I did my best to make him similar to the character I saw. Anyway this is a fanfiction, so please don’t be mad at me if he’ll be, I’ll probably need him to be for the storyline. I apologize to the people in the tags, because I’m really late with the upload, but I’ve been really busy in the past few weeks. Anyway, I hope you like it. Enjoy! X
Tag list: @meeksity, @mxacegrey, @astess, @jasmineee05.
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Prologue – Don’t fall in love with me
“Coriolanus Snow? Are you sure?”
“Yeah. What’s the matter, Y/N? You think you can’t make him fall in love with you?” Sejanus asks with a grin.
“Oh no, I was just thinking about the amount of money you’re gonna give me when I’ll win”.
“Don’t, he’s not easy”.
“A challenge, uh? Even better!” You exclaim. “Now excuse me, but I have to go. Before your last drink, watch me sing and put under my spell mister Coriolanus Snow”.
“Careful, Y/N. You don’t wan’t to fall in love, right? People say he’s got a very cute pair of blue eyes”.
“I prefer the color green as my money, Sejanus. Prepare to lose”.
“I think you don’t know what’s coming for you, Y/N”.
You run to the stage, your place in the world, where you can finally give free scope to your passion: singing. Singing has always made you feel free, but tonight, perhaps due to the tension of the challenge, you feel a constriction in your chest. You and a little tipsy Sejanus have agreed on a bet against Coriolanus, but you have a better idea to win: you will tell him everything immediately, in order to pretend to be together for a while, so Sejanus will pay you and you will split the money with Coriolanus. No one will be fooled in the end, right? And then everyone knows that he needs that money too, so he certainly won't suffer from it. While you taste the victory on the tip of your tongue, the words escape your mouth. You apologize to the audience and your gaze falls right on Coriolanus, who isn't paying you the slightest attention, while he's drinking a beer on the sidelines, his Peacekeeper uniform making his eyes as blue as the tide stand out. Sure, Sejanus was right, but that doesn't change anything: a pair of light eyes isn't enough to make you fall in love.
Coriolanus Snow goes to the Academy, he dresses well, but that doesn't mean he's rich, far from it. You, on the other hand, were kicked out of the Academy because you didn't like their behavior, which is why Sejanus is your best friend. You always had the feeling that Coriolanus liked to follow the rules, but in reality he probably preferred to have control, power or money more than a conscience. That's why he's never been kicked out and you've never particularly bonded. It's not that you're greedy, no, it's just that you need money for your family and if a stupid bet can get it easily, then you will do anything to earn it, since the pub doesn't pay you enough for your fantastic shows. And anyway, Coriolanus is certainly an attractive guy, which isn't a bad thing.
“This song is dedicated to all the handsome blue-eyed boys here,” you announce, then grin, while some of your fellow soldiers make fun of Coriolanus and he finally notices your presence. “This song is called Nothing you can take from me and I dedicate it to my old school friend, Coriolanus Snow. Come say hello to me later, Coryo!” You exclaim with a wink and notice his gaze shift to you. For a second, just one, you feel a shiver run down your spine. You would never have believed that playing with fire could make you feel so cold.
Your song makes everyone present dance, everyone except him obviously, who continues to stare at you coldly, without smiling or saying a word, like a marble statue and this almost scares you. It also happened at the Academy, but there you didn't pay attention to it, also because there was no need to win his attention, but here there is a lot of money at stake and you need it desperately.
You descend onto the stage with a feline leap, you leave your guitar aside, while a roar of applause and compliments accompanies you behind the scenes, hoping that Coriolanus will follow you. The door closes behind you, but when you turn around, no one is there. Well, no big deal, it means you'll go look for it later or tomorrow at the latest, there's no rush anyway. But you feel observed and this sensation worries you a lot: it's as if you have someone behind your back.
"Well?"
You turn around, surprised that he's there. Up close he's taller than you remember and you can see his blonde hair well, even though it's shaved. His arms are crossed as he looks you up and down, but without eyeballing you, just a look of pure curiosity painted on his face. So why do you feel like a hunted animal?
“Coryo”.
"Do not call me that. You asked me to come here, right? You asked for my attention in front of everyone. I'm here now. What, the cat got your tongue?” He asks you, a crooked smile somewhere between amused and mischievous that gives a sinister light to his face. He has enough charm to seem like the Devil.
“Don't get any illusions, it's just a game”.
“I don't like playing and you don't like winning, as far as I know.”
“Those games are abominable and I think you know it too, since you're here, right?” You ask him. His smile fades and inside you rejoice, because you know you've hit the mark.
“Speak quickly, Y/N, the rooster crows early in the morning.”
“I have a proposition for you,” you tell him, getting dangerously close to him. He doesn't take a step back, but you see him on guard, almost as if he expects to be stabbed at any moment. “I bet Sejanus that I would make you fall in love with me,” you reveal to him and he smiles wickedly. “I only did it because he promised me money in return and my family needs it. I'm telling you this because I think we could pretend to be together for a while so he'll think we're really in love. In the end, I will split the money with you, since you need it as much as I do,” you explain to him.
For a moment, he observes you, perhaps because he is trying to understand whether you are sincere or not, then he nods, his face serious.
“You know, maybe I was wrong about you: you like winning as much as I do.”
“I wouldn't play if it wasn't for a serious reason. We both know that Sejanus pays and well."
“But he's your friend, right? I wonder why he is doing all this."
“Maybe he's just bored.”
“Perhaps,” Coriolanus repeats, thoughtfully. “Anyway, Tigris must never know. I only ask for this in return,” he says and you offer him your hand.
"Deal".
“And try not to fall in love with me, Y/N. Unlike many others, I don't like playing. You wouldn't survive."
“There's no danger, Coriolanus,” you say, shaking his hand.
Now you feel less sure: why do you feel like you've just sealed a pact with the Devil?
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Penalty Box Series— Gender Reveal Edition
23-24 Season Masterlist
surprise! i lied!
soooo turns out, i’m impatient! this is NOT a post in real time, meaning all penalty box posts as of now will be as if she's still having twins and doesn't know the gender!
JANURARY 12, 2024
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yourusername i'm elated to announce that during my eighteen weeks sonogram, a third future little chaos creator was discovered🤍
the best mom in the world came with us to find out the genders for our gender reveal party (planned by yours truly with mom and taryn <3), and trevor and i cried tears of absolute joy when we found out that we'll be having all girls!
trevor and i put a lot of thought into the names for our girls. since trevor's got some greek in him, we thought it would be cute to pick out names with greek origins!
"pheobe" means bright, radiant, and she was a titaness as the goddess of intellect
"katerina" is a derivative of the greek word katharós, which means pure (plus, she's a character in the vampire diaries, and the originals' saying is that family is "always and forever")
and "evangeline," even though it's also from english origin, still has greek roots. it's a combination of the words evangelos, which means good news, and elen, which means shining. the news that we'll be having a third girl is so good, so we feel that it fits perfectly<3
thank you to everyone that flew in for the day! it means the absolute world to trevor and i and i'm so beyond lucky to have each and every one of you🩷
quinn, jack, and luke, you three are going to be the most amazing uncles. our girls will never know a world without love; not like i did. you three gave me love. you showed me what it was like to have a family, to have friends. i know we fight and argue and tease each other relentlessly, jack and i a little more than the rest of us do with each other, but we're still each other's best friends. we'd do anything for each other and have proven that time and time again. if my girls are even a fraction as close as we are, they'll be the luckiest girls in the world.
griffin and ava, i know we aren't as close as i'd love to be, but seeing you two today for the first time since we told you both the news made my heart so warm. you're both going to be such great influences for the girls and i hope that their eyes light up when i tell them that uncle griffin and aunt ava are coming to see them!
cole, alex, and jamie, trevor and i put a lot of thought into choosing you three as godfathers and i know we made the best decision possible with you guys. you've all become some of the most important people in our lives, both individually and as a couple. i hope that the girls grow up to have their own cole's and alex's and jamie's, because i know i'm a better person with all of you by my side. i love you three!
i could go on and on and make individual messages for everyone, and i won't, but my own twin needs a little extra love. jack, we might not be twins by blood, but we are by our souls. we were meant to meet each other and to live on the same street as kids. we were meant to grow up together and figure out who we are as people with each other by our sides. no one knows me like you do. not trevor, not quinn, no one. i hope the girls have that. i hope the girls can read each other's minds with just one look, i hope they have secrets that will die with them, i hope they fight for each other even more than they fight with each other (and know that they do it out of love). most of all, i hope that they earn the nickname "triplets of terror," even though no one does that better than us. i love you insanely🫶
i love you all! thank you for coming, thank you for showing me love, thank you for being there for me, and thank you in advance for adoring our triplets! trevor, i cannot wait to take on this next chapter of our lives with you. i love you, always🤍
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trevorzegras you're my whole world, my sweet girl, but our world is about to get a lot bigger so you're going to have go make room! i love you, forever❤️
yourusername i love you so much it makes me sick, my gorgeous, magic, mesmerizing sweet boy<3
trevorzegras that might also be the "morning" sickness
yourusername pissy it's still going on😭
trevorzegras it'll all be worth it when our little lights of chaos escape out of you
jackhughes @/trevorzegras you're my little light of chaos
yourusername @/jackhughes i’m having his babies can you please not flirt with my man?
jamie.drysdale @/yourusername you're MY little light of chaos
yourusername @/jamie.drysdale oh?🤭
trevorzegras @/jackhughes this is your fault
jackhughes @/trevorzegras it usually is
user49 SCREAMING AND CRYING IN THE CLUB OMFG😭
jackhughes sissy, you've outdone yourself with this caption and i'm totally not emotional right now. i really do hope these girls show all the good parts of us twins of terror❤️ i love you crazily!
yourusername i *am* emotional right now and i’m not scared to admit it because you're my soulmate and i want my girls to not be afraid to express their love <3
jackhughes was i guilt tripped and complimented in one long sentence?
yourusername and ridiculed a lil bit!
jackhughes please don't teach the triplets how to bully me
yourusername no, that's my job, jacky boy! they can bully quinn
jackhughes i’ll teach them to bully luke and you can teach them to bully quinn?
yourusername you've got yourself a deal, soulmate
_quinnhughes @/lhughes_06 the twins of terror are plotting again
lhughes_06 @_quinnhughes that never goes well for any of us
colecaufield @/yourusername can't you only teach them how to be nice? and giving? and all the best parts of you?
yourusername @/colecaufield awww, you sap! no <3
trevorzegras @/colecaufield she's mostly kidding
colecaufield @/trevorzegras the girls will be your spawns wether you teach them how to crazy or not
lhughes_06 @/colecaufield not if we kidnap them
_alexturcotte @/lhughes_06 i'm in
jamie.drysdale @/yourusername don't do this to us
yourusername everyone needs to CALM DOWN !!!! you all know the zegras-hughes triplets will be the kindest girls! if one is silly goosy, and another is shy, and the third is a brave wild child out to get us, they all will still have hearts of gold
trevorzegras @/yourusername yes they will, my love❤️
user6 i'm crying so hard right now oh my god😭
user77 NOW NO ONE IS LEFT OUT FOR BEING A GODFATHER😭
griffinzegras i love you, too, y/n! i can't wait to meet my future nieces
yourusername i hope you're their favorite uncle <3
griffinzegras that's the biggest compliment i’ve ever received
trevorzegras @/yourusername you really said "fuck my brothers"
yourusername @/trevorzegras they're my favorites so griffin needs more love to balance it
griffinzegras @/trevorzegras was i attacked and also complimented?
trevorzegras @/griffinzegras she's really good at that
_quinnhughes @/griffinzegras she somehow attacked and complimented all four of us at once
jackhughes @_quinnhughes which is really impressive i’m not gonna lie
lhughes_06 i don't enjoy this
yourusername @/griffinzegras @/jackhughes @_quinnhughes @/lhughes_06 MWAH!
user86 oh this was so sweet i'm gonna throw up
anaheimducks congratulations on your three new ducks family members!
yourusername thank you, bestie admin!🧡
_quinnhughes you're going to be the most amazing mom, sissy, and i am so proud of you! i can't wait to love and spoil these girls! they're going to look so cute in canucks jerseys! i love you way past beyond❤️
yourusername i love you way past infinity❤️ i better get started on their uncle quinn jerseys!
_eliaspettersson @/yourusername and uncle petey jerseys!
bboeser @/yourusername and uncle brock jerseys!
colemcward @/yourusername i don't know what i'll be but they need my jersey, too
yourusername @_eliaspettersson @/bboeser yes, yes, they'll get your jerseys, too!
yourusername @/colemcward uncle cole jerseys!
_quinnhughes @/yourusername that's too many. i'm the most important.
yourusername @_quinnhughes be grateful that they'll have your jersey at all
_quinnhughes @/yourusername please let them love me
yourusername @_quinnhughes i’ll think about it
user16 i’m obsessed with these names🥹
user48 half the league is having babies and sissy said "hold my beer"
colecaufield i'm so honored to not only be your best friend number two, but now godfather to one of your future little crazies! you just keep making my life better, sissy❤️ i love you!
yourusername i love you, coley woley❤️ you deserve the world so i'm happy to share part of mine
colecaufield you're gonna make me sob in the club
yourusername do it, no balls
colecaufield i’m no longer emotional
yourusername then you no longer have balls
trevorzegras @/yourusername what did you do with them?
yourusername @/trevorzegras i gave them to aphrodite as an offering
colecaufield @/yourusername you're having triplets! i don't think the goddess of fertility needs more offerings from you
_quinnhughes i have no words
_alexturcotte @/yourusername give him his balls back
yourusername @_alexturcotte fine! bossy...
colecaufield @_alexturcotte thank you, king🙏
slknight35 congratulations, you two! i'm so happy i got to come and experience all the love today! i love you so much, sissy❤️ you're going to be the best mom in the world
yourusername i love you endlessly, spency! you being here means everything to me, thank you so much <3
trevorzegras thank you, knighty! it was great seeing you
slknight35 @/trevorzegras you're so obsessed with me
trevorzegras @/slknight35 damn right ;)
yourusername @/trevorzegras somebody gets around
trevorzegras @/yourusername i’ve got a lot of love to share
user43 the zegras-hughes triplets are going to have so many uncles omg😭
lhughes_06 you're the best big sister i could ever ask for, sissy! if you're anything with these girls like you were with me when we were kids, then they're gonna be the most loved daughters this world has ever seen. i love you, sissy❤️
yourusername i'm so lucky to be your big sister, lukey moosey! i love you so much❤️ i no longer want to sell you on the black market because this was so sweet, you sap!
lhughes_06 thank you?
yourusername you're welcome!
_quinnhughes @/lhughes_06 i'll still sell you
jackhughes @_quinnhughes i already have some offers
lhughes_06 sissy! save me!
yourusername @/lhughes_06 you're on your own, kid
colecaufield you always have been
lhughes_06 damn
jamie.drysdale you two have been there for me in more ways than one and now i get to be a godfather for one of your daughters! that means more to me than anything else, i love you both!
trevorzegras you deserve it, jimbo! i love you, too
yourusername you've been by my side since day one, jamie baby, and i am so happy that you exist! i love you more than life❤️ you deserve this!
jamie.drysdale saps
yourusername always!
trevorzegras it's the theme of the day, apparently
_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras jack and sissy are planning to teach your daughters how to bully us
trevorzegras @_quinnhughes you can't win them all
user96 AHHHHHHHHHH
avazegras i love you, too, y/n! i can't wait to spoil these girls! being the only legal aunt is going to be my biggest accomplishment🩷
yourusername can't wait for girls days! i'm so happy they're going to have you as a role model<3
trevorzegras they'll be obsessed with you, aves!
avazegras @/trevorzegras i know
yourusername we love a confident woman!
user63 i'm crying my eyes out oh my god
dylanduke25 CONGRATULATIONS, SISSY! these babies are going to be the most loved babies in the entire world!! i love you!
yourusername i love you more, duker! these girls will be surrounded by love and i'm so happy that you'll be apart of their lives
edwards.73 mom's so close to being a mom!! i love you, mom!!
yourusername @/edwards.73 i love you, too, son!
trevorzegras @/edwards.73 you're only a few months away from being further down the favorite child latter
edwards.73 @/trevorzegras why would you say this to me?
lhughes_06 @/trevorzegras RUDE
colemcward i hate it here
_alexturcotte i love you, too, girly hughes! i still can't believe you two are going to be parents! it feels like yesterday we were all plotting to get you two to realize your feelings for each other. i can't wait to become a godfather❤️
yourusername you've always been our biggest fan, lexi❤️ you're going to be the most perfect godfather!
trevorzegras oh you and your plots
_alexturcotte @/trevorzegras well they worked, didn't they?
jackhughes we made some good plots
slknight35 they were hard to do
colecaufield it took way too long to get these two together
_alexturcotte it was agonizing
yourusername @/jackhughes @/slknight35 @_alexturcotte @/colecaufield just don't take credit for us having babies. that was all us.
jackhughes @/yourusername that's disgusting
colecaufield @/yourusername that's what you think
yourusername @/colecaufield perv
user89 EVANGELINE LIKE THE PRINCESS AND THE FRONG SONG OMG😭
matthew_tkachuk my little mouse is so close to becoming a mama mouse! i'm so proud of you, sissy, you're going to be the most magnificent mom❤️ i love you!
yourusername the tears have returned! i love you so much, my rat❤️ these girls are gonna love their uncle matty! (matthew? chucky?)
matthew_tkachuk whatever they say first😂
taryntkachuk @/yourusername one of each
_quinnhughes uncle rat! uncle rat! uncle rat!
yourusername @_quinnhughes no! that's for me!
yourusername @/taryntkachuk genius
matthew_tkachuk @/yourusername don't confuse them! let's go with uncle matty
yourusername @/matthew_tkachuk mmmmm okay i think i can make that happen
user91 THIS IS THE BEST NEWS AHHHH
leocarlssoon congratulations, mom and dad! i can't wait to meet them! i love you!
yourusername i love you, too, my favorite son❤️ don't worry, they'll be getting your jersey, too!
trevorzegras thank you, son! i love you, too
masonmctavish23 @/yourusername your baby closet is going to be 90% jerseys
yourusername @/masonmctavish23 yeah, i'm thinking about not getting them yours to have more room
masonmctavish23 @/yourusername i did not hold back your hair while you threw up multiple times to be treated like this
leocarlssoon @/masonmctavish23 from morning sickness?
masonmctavish23 @/leocarlssoon that, her being too drunk, her just being sick. i don't know why it's always me but it is
jamie.drysdale @/masonmctavish23 she's allergic to you
masonmctavish23 @/jamie.drysdale she bites me so that can't be it
yourusername @/masonmctavish23 alright, alright, successful guilt trip! uncle mason jerseys for them!
trevorzegras is just need to address my love one last time on this post! y/n, i can't wait to marry you, and having our girls there is going to make our wedding even more magical. we've got this. we're going to give our girls the best life. you're my stanley cup, but you making me a dad makes me feel like i'm king of the world❤️ i love you, forever, my sweet girl!
yourusername i love you, always, trevor❤️ we've got this!
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thank you to everyone that's been here since the beginning, and thank you to everyone that has joined in on this little universe later on for being apart of my little universe <3 i wouldn't be here without any of you loving sissy and supporting me! this, is for y'all🤍 tell me what you think! rb's appreciated <3
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DESCRIPTION I Charles doesn't ask for much, just for one last night with you before you leave him for good
PAIRING I Charles Leclerc × fem!reader
WORDS COUNT I 1,5k
A/N I Guess who's back with a sad story 👀 I feel so good to write again, I'm proud of this one and the way I wrote their night together so I hope you will love it too 🤍
“I’m going to say yes.”
Charles had some kind of habit for his Sunday after-race moments.
If he wins, he knows he won’t have much time for himself. He’ll rush to his hotel room after the celebration and get ready for the party. There is always one.
If he doesn’t, he usually takes the time to decide if he wants to celebrate the race or not. Usually, he still goes. Either he still had a good race and went to cheer for that or he had a terrible one and wants to forget it. But he doesn’t rush. Most of the time, he waits a few hours before going.
It was quite reassuring for him to have these habits after having crazy and unpredictable weekends. Even if it was just silly things, like the type of shirts he wears for his sunday night.
So when he saw you in front of his hotel room, he knew his little habits were dead for this sunday.
He had seen you since you broke up. More time than he should have, to be honest.
The official excuse was that not only you were Carlos’ best friend but you were working on his social media, so of course you were around the paddock most of the time.
The non-official one was that you couldn’t resist falling back into each other's arms anytime you were in the same room.
It wasn’t a difficult break up. You were just not looking for the same thing at the same time. Charles wanted to settle down. You didn’t.
So even if you weren’t a couple, you still took advantage of the obvious attraction between you.
Again, there was something reassuring for Charles in not having to know someone new. He knew your body by heart. The way you open your mouth when he starts kissing your neck, exactly where he had to kiss you to make you moan, the spots of your beauty marks, every single curve of your body… Yes, Charles knew everything about you to the point he could make love to you with his eyes closed.
He pretended it was easier for him.
The truth was he was still deeply in love with you.
And maybe. Just maybe. Deep down, Charles hoped it would be an open door for you to reconcile one day.
Apparently you had other plans.
“You’re leaving?” he asked. He knew he sounded like a child to which you would announce moving out. He hated that. But that was exactly how he felt too.
Charles knew that you weren’t happy with your life right now. As much you loved Carlos, as much as you enjoyed watching the races and being able to travel with the guys, there was something off. It wasn’t your world. Carlos offered you this place because you didn’t have anything and didn’t want you to stay alone in your homeplace. And you would never turn your nose up at what he did.
But you didn’t want your life to be like that forever.
A fashion brand had seen your work through influencers that came to the race. And like a pure romcom magic, you got a job offer. Everyone encouraged you to say yes. Charles being beyond the first person to tell you you should accept it. Because he couldn’t let you let your dream go.
He ignored until today that it would mean watching you leave.
“This was my last weekend.”
If you were happy about finally finding your dream job, you were heartbroken.
You loved being around.
You loved seeing your best friend every weekend.
You loved Charles. Still.
“I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye. And it wouldn’t have been right to do it in front of everyone so…” You looked down, feeling shy suddenly in front of the man that had seen you in every single way. You felt vulnerable. Naked. But you would rather feel like that than feeling remorseful for not seeing him one last time.
Charles didn’t answer you immediately. At least, not verbally. He walked to you and took your face between his hands, letting both his thumb brush your chin like he loved to. It was something he never stopped doing, even after your break up.
It was something intimate for him. Almost like he had his world in his hands and felt like he could control everything.
“I’m happy for you.” he whispered, putting his forehead against yours.
From outside, he might sound fake. Because you could hear the sadness in his voice. You could see the sadness in his eyes. You could feel his shaky hands against your cheeks.
But Charles had a pure heart. And never the sadness of watching you leave would take over the happiness of seeing you achieve your dreams.
You stayed like that for a good minute, with your eyes closed. Just the two of you, together, in the silence of the hotel hall. It was calm before the storm. Before everyone arrives here. Before the party. Before the craziness of your new life starts. Holding this moment and wishing it could last longer.
“I just have one request.”
You opened your eyes to look at Charles again. You noticed the little frown between his eyes, making you think he had been thinking about what he was going to say. You didn’t need any words and simply gave him a look that invited him to talk. For a second you thought he would drop the idea.
You couldn’t count the amount of time you thought Charles was going to say something about your relationship but no words actually left his mouth. His fear of losing you was so strong. But then again, he was losing you tonight. So maybe there were no boundaries anymore.
“If this is our last night together… remind me how it feels to be loved by you.”
“Charles…” You were speechless. How could you say no to this? How could you even say anything to this? Of course you wanted that too. Before you could say one more word, Charles put the slightles and purest kiss on your lips.
“I’m not sure I will ever be able to love someone the way I love you.”
You tried to ignore the pain in your heart when you noticed he was still talking about love in the present. Not in the past.
But what a terrible liar you would be if you didn’t admit you still feel the same.
So you wrapped your hands around his neck, accepting his request. Accepting to fall in his arms one more time.
One last time.
With one hand in your back, holding you tight, Charles opened the door to his room with his free hand. He couldn’t leave your lips, he couldn't ever get enough. It was like an addictive thing. Knowing he won’t ever taste it after tonight, Charles needed to take as much as he could to remember it.
You didn’t need any words to know what the other wanted. You let Charles guide you to his bed, with his free hand now curled in your hair in a way that made you moan against his lips. You could feel him grown against your legs. You were both craving for more.
So you let Charles take off your top, with his lips discovering one last time every single centimeter of your skin. Your neck, your collarbone, the space between your breast. Every kiss was like a blessing, an invisible tattoo you will keep forever. And when he fell down on his knees to pursue his quest, you knew you were going to lose it.
Your hands got lost on his hair when his lips decided to go lower on your body. You couldn’t think about anything that Charles.
Charles and his kisses.
Charles and his secret power to make you lose your head.
Charles and the infinite love that you will always have for him.
And when you finally fell down on his bed, with his body on top of yours, it was like the best beautiful finale of your favorite ballet. Everything was coordinated. Charles knew your body by heart and knew exactly what to do to make you feel good.
No, not just good. Amazingly good.
Every move was just perfect. At some point, you even took his chains in your mouth to bring him closer to you. Having no idea that you, looking at him directly in the eyes while beating his own necklaces was making lost everything that was on his mind. He wanted to picture this moment forever. To look at it once you’ll be gone and he’ll be himself. Because Charles knew that he could never find anyone like you.
“What about your party?” you finally asked him with a broken voice after moaning too much and too loud for too long. You had your face on his chest and your fingers tracing every line of it. He wasn’t the only one trying to memorize every little piece of you.
“I don’t care. You’re all that matters tonight.” He replied, kissing your hair.
And you stayed in silence like this for a while. Just enjoying the caress you were giving each other, the soft smiles you could feel and see per moment and just the pure happiness of being with the only person you would ever truly love in your life.
Maybe you were just too perfect for each other that the world got jealous of your love and couldn’t handle it.
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