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leighsartworks216 · 6 months

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can i request a tav x astarion where tav is mute? i wonder how they would be communicating

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

I really struggled with this request, but I decided to try again on a whim and whoooo boy it's a doozy. I also did not make Tav mute, but I played with a Paladin oath I have had on my mind for a looong time so they are effectively mute

Warnings: fear of death, blood, mentions of death/dead bodies, religion, anxiety, fear, being trapped, crying, swearing, angst, hurt/little comfort, possibly OOC

Word Count: 3,624

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You huff in annoyance for the fifth- no, sixth, time. Perhaps more. The vendor stares at you as though you’re insane, even though you couldn’t possibly be clearer! You exaggerate further, pointing at the potion, yourself, and your coin purse. If he would just mark how much the damn thing cost, you wouldn’t have to keep going through this!

Astarion sighs sharply. “They want to buy the potion,” he bemoans. “Now, please, tell them the price so we can move on.”

The vendor starts with wide eyes and realization on his face. He flushes from his cheeks, down his neck, and to the tips of his ears as he stutters out the price. You shove the money into his chest and grab what you’ve paid for, before stomping off. And if Astarion slipped an extra something in his pocket while the vendor was dying of his stupidity, who would really care?

He caught up in a few long strides. “We must find a better way for you to communicate, darling. I can’t keep translating for you.”

You made a few sharp gestures.

“I don’t see the big deal in carrying a paper and pencil around,” he answered with a scoff. “Or, you know, you could just speak. I know you can.”

You glared at him. That, he didn’t need a translator for.

This had been an ongoing argument from the very moment you ran into each other on the beach. When he had you pinned to the ground and you didn’t speak, he originally thought you were just being stubborn. When he finally let you go, you’d explained to him (in writing) that you’d made an oath of silence, and that you had nothing to do with the Illithid kidnappings.

Fortunately, you discovered early on that some hand signs were shared with the Theive’s Cant, which he understood quite well. When Gale and Wyll came along, one who’d learned some sign through books and the other who learned by helping people as the Blade of Frontiers, Astarion was relieved he wouldn’t have to translate for you. Except, you continued to drag him along to act as the middle man anyway.

His solution, proposed frequently both seriously and in jest, was to break your oath. An oath of silence was a ridiculous thing to promise anyway, especially now that you needed to communicate so frequently, but any time the suggestion was posed, you’d just level him with a hard stare.

“You know I can’t do that,” you signed, annoyed.

He rolled his eyes. “Ugh, Paladins. So dedicated to the chains that bind them.”

“To break my oath would be to lose my powers. Do you want me to keep reviving your ass during battle or not?”

He sneered. “You couldn’t make an oath of vengeance or something? It would certainly be a lot easier to follow through on.”

You rolled your eyes and walked faster. You hated arguing about your oath. Wyll and Gale wouldn’t behoove you for it - so why did you bring him along, he wonders.

Astarion heaved, pressing against a stitch in his side that tightened with each breath. The fight was brutal. Everyone was bloody and exhausted. Shadowheart turned from the dead beast before them to help Wyll who lay prone on the ground. Karlach pulled her mighty axe from its head with a squelch and a crunch, cheering at the victory.

He chuckled breathlessly at her antics. Almost stumbling, he turned in a circle, eyes scanning the battlefield. The beast’s cronies lay still, scattered everywhere. Blood overwhelmed his senses. How did that saying go? Water, water, everywhere, but not a drop to drink.

He frowned. He looked around again. “Where’s Tav?”

Karlach’s whoops quieted immediately. She looked around as well. “They didn’t get crushed under this,” she kicked the creature in the eye, “did they?”

He shook his head. “They weren’t close enough…” He growled, frustrated, and turned to the magic-users. “Did you see where Tav went?”

Shadowheart supported Wyll as he sat up, groaning. They both shook their heads. “Last I saw them, they were over there,” the warlock croaked, nodding over to the side. “But I don’t know how long I’ve been down for.”

Astarion winced as he jogged over to where he said, stepping over and on top of dead bodies. He took another step. His foot did not collide with floor nor flesh. His heart lurched as the world fell out from under him. A hand grabbed the neck his armor and pulled him back, falling on his ass onto solid ground.

“Careful, Fangs!” Karlach chastised worriedly. She let him go, pulling them both to their feet and brushing him off. “You alright?”

His mind was still reeling. He nodded in a daze. All he could do was stare at the nearly-invisible chasm he’d almost fallen down into… And then his mind caught up.

He raced forward again, dopping to his knees right before the tear in the earth, and leaned over it. Even his darkvision couldn’t help him see what was below; it was so dark, like all light that fell into it was swallowed up. A heavy weight settled in his chest.

“Tav?!” he shouted down into the darkness. His voice echoed. He had no idea how deep it went.

The realization set in for Karlach as well. “Oh fuck…”

“Tav, are you down there?!” He waited a moment, but he was met with only silence.

Shadowheart and Wyll rushed over. They peered into the deep with concern. Astarion shifted so he sat on the ground, legs dangling over the edge. He remembered the feeling of falling. Fortunately, he couldn’t see how deep it was, so at least vertigo did not make it seem deeper; the shadow was doing a perfect job of that on its own.

Wyll grabbed his shoulder before he could slide forward. “Astarion, we have no idea how deep it goes, or what’s down there! You could be impaled on a spike before you ever make it to the bottom. We don’t know if they’re even alive!”

“And if they are?” he growled. “They could be trapped down there with no way of telling us.”

“And you’ll be trapped down there if you go after them!”

He couldn’t argue with anything logical. So what if he got stuck down there? He needed to know you were okay. His blunt nails dig into the stone edge, knocking loose flecks of rock and sediment. How could he just leave you down there?

Shadowheart looked around at the bodies. “We could make some rope. Lower it down, see if they grab on.”

He snorted mirthlessly, sneering at the cleric. “And if they’re too injured to?”

She glared back at him. “I don’t see you proposing any better ideas.”

Karlach and Wyll shared a look. It seems they’d have to be the level-headed ones here… “We can strip the bodies. Tie their clothes together until it’s long enough.” To hopefully reach the bottom, was left unsaid.

Karlach and Shadowheart got to work immediately, working to remove the clothes of their fallen enemies, scrunching their noses in disgust all the while. Wyll squeezed Astarion’s shoulder and joined them, trying to decide what clothes were in good enough condition to hold weight. Astarion stared into the pit for a while longer.

Your head spun. Everything ached. Each breath was like fire in your lungs. You bit your lip to silence your whimpers, biting down so hard you could taste iron in your mouth.

As the pain ebbs to a manageable level, you try to figure out where you were. It was dark. You couldn’t make out your hand right in front of your face. You couldn’t even be sure your eyes were open. You only knew they were when you looked up and saw light coming from far above you. It was dim and flickering - the flames of the braziers that lined the battlefield.

You blinked into the darkness, willing your eyes to adjust. Cautiously, you reached out your hands and felt around. The ground beneath you was covered in fine gravel, almost like sand. The finer sediment stuck to your hands when you pulled away. There was a wall behind you, possibly made from slate. It would be impossible to climb. With a muffled groan, you’re able to reach your foot out and touch the opposite wall. The effort leaves you panting.

You lay still on the floor for a minute. Clearly, you fell from quite high up. How far was still a mystery, but the fact was you did fall. When you’ve caught your breath, you feel for any injuries. Your armor restricts you, but it seems to have protected you for the most part. You’ll be bruised as hell, but you can’t find any open wounds. At least you were fortunate there.

You look up again. You can’t hear anything coming from above, but you’re unsure if it’s from the depth of the chasm or because the battle is over. You hope they are able to win the fight without you. All your companions are strong in their own right, you know they can pull through this.

You squint at the opening above. You think you see something moving at the top, but it’s merely a speck. Using the wall and gathering your waning strength, you push yourself to your feet. You heave as you lean against the slate. The silhouette is still too far away to make out.

T..av….

A distant cry, distorted heavily by the chasm. It takes a moment for you to recognize it as your name. Your heart leaps in your chest.

… av….. Ar… d..wn… the..re…

You can’t tell who’s calling down to you, but you take faith in the knowledge it must be one of your companions. The beasts wouldn’t know your name. Now you just have to signal them somehow…

You feel around your body for your sword, but the sheath is empty. It must have fallen elsewhere, perhaps only feet away, but you can’t see worth a damn. You try instead to cast a ball of light. It should be easy - it’s a spell you’ve cast a hundred times before. But as you strain to conjure even a spark, you become lightheaded. Your knees buckle, collapsing you back to the gritty floor. You try again, but you can feel your energy being sapped away. Your hand falls weakly to the ground.

You rest your head back against the wall and think. You can’t use your sword to hit the rock and make a sound, or defend yourself if something lurks within the darkness. You can’t cast a light, nor any other spell, lest you fall completely unconscious and make your chances worse. The more options you run out of, the more desperate you become. You try reaching out to their tadpoles, but they must be too far away.

You’re stuck.

A sob chokes you as it forces its way up your throat. Even that is muffled by you, by pure habit at this point. You’ve held your oath for years; you’ve learned how to stay silent even under the worst situations. Now it’s come to bite you in the ass.

You look up at the dim light, blurred through tears. They burn as they just keep coming. Your lip quivers as you quietly gasp for air. You’re going to die down here.

Your last option, you’ve already dismissed before it fully forms. You could break your oath, call up to them, cry out for help with the last of your strength. But to do that would leave you even more helpless than before. To speak was to lose your powers. Your god would rip them away in a heartbeat, until you plead for forgiveness; pray for hours and hours to swear your allegiance and dedication once more.

A slave to the chains that bind you.

But what choice do you have?

You try to catch your breath, slow the hiccups and sobs down until you can fill your lungs with air. You open your mouth, try to form the words, but it comes out as a weak sound, almost a poor facsimile of a donkey’s bray. You haven’t spoken for years, to do so now was an astronomical feat. You feel the burn of your god’s eyes as they watch you actively work to break your oath.

You try to speak again. You form an h sound, but it’s so quiet, it’s hardly enough to be considered speaking. You need to shout. You need to let your friends know you are alive down here. Anxiety grips your heart as you imagine being left down here alone, left to starve to death, or worse.

You swallow. You have to do this. You can do this.

“H..e..lp,” you croak out, a mere whisper. It’s raspy and breathy, but it’s a word. You feel your power being sapped away. You nearly sob again. Your god would abandon you down here. An unfeeling master who only craves loyalty. Astarion was right.

You take another deep breath and try harder. “H-elp..!” It’s still a strained rasp, but you hear it begin to echo off the walls. Louder. It needs to be louder. You cup your hands around your mouth. “Help!” Tears prick at the corners of your eyes at the burning in your throat. “HELP!”

Astarion’s hands are raw from tying knots. Karlach will bring him big piles at a time, plopping them down beside him, and he’d add them all onto the already-quite-long rope. It was perhaps 30 feet long by now, but he wasn’t confident it would reach.

Wyll sighed, exhausted. “We’re almost out of clothes, my friend.”

Astarion doesn’t look up, barely paying attention to the warlock enough to tell him to keep working. Calluses on his hands open and turn into blisters. He winces with each knot he pulls tight. But he won’t stop. How can he?

Shadowheart sighs as she pulls the pants off another corpse. She’s seen far more anatomy in one hour than she ever wished to again. Karlach sits down by the pile and pulls the other end of the rope into her lap. She begins working to tie more on.

They work silently, but rather efficiently. In another minute, the rope has grown considerably longer. Blood begins to stain Astarion’s end.

“Fangs, maybe you should take a break.” He shakes his head, frowning as he grabs a robe off the pile. Karlach is about to insist, get Wyll or Shadowheart to take over, when a sound comes from the pit. Astarion drops everything and scrambles over as fast as he can.

He tilts his head, facing his ear down into the depths. And he listens…

H..E..LP!

He immediately shouts down into the hole. “We’re going to get you out!” He rushes back to his feet and to the rope. The others drop their half-naked corpses, and Karlach finishes tying one last knot. They help Astarion drag it over to the pit, all lining up to hold onto the end, though, to be honest, Karlach will be doing most of the heavy lifting. He guides the end over the edge, and hurriedly lowers it down. He wants to throw it in, but he’d rather not throw somebody else over the edge with the sudden weight.

He’s knelt right on the edge, wide eyes staring, searching into the dark. He has no idea how close they are to you, or even if it’s long enough. He hopes your god is merciful enough to play with fate.

“Find the rope!” He shouts down. He hopes his voice is reaching you. “We’ll lift you up!”

It’s too quiet for too long. If his heart still beat, it would be racing faster than a rabbit’s on the run. Dread builds up, heavy and unpleasant, in his chest instead. Did you pass out? Was the rope long enough? Would he have to slide down and carry you back up? What was taking you so damn long?!

He’s a second away from removing his armor to climb down when the rope shifts, being tugged by something down in the darkness. He can only hope it’s you. He scrambles to his feet and gets in front of Karlach, grabs hold of the rope with bloody fingers, and begins pulling you from the pit.

Somehow they manage to work as a unit. He’s scrambling to pull you out as fast as possible, but Karlach manages to get him to slow down. If they could do long pulls, they could drag you out faster with less work. He worries his lip between his teeth. Each knot that slips over the edge adds to his anxiety. He’s waiting for the moment it reaches the end and nothing is there. He can only take solace in the fact he can feel your weight holding on. Gods, he thinks desperately, just keep holding on.

After an eternity of pulling, a hand reaches over the ledge. Karlach makes up for his absence when he lets go and falls to his knees at the edge. He reaches in and wraps his hands under your arms, heaving you up and, finally, back on solid ground. He pulls you solidly into his arms, sliding back away from the edge. He’s sick and tired of chasms.

You’re no longer wearing your armor, and your weapons belt is gone, too. Fine, black dirt sticks to your clothes and hands, and even smears across your face, washed away by a stream of tears. He wipes them away with one hand; he can’t give a damn about the blood he leaves in its place.

“I’ve got you,” he breathes. You sob as fall forward, your head landing solidly against his shoulder. Your whole body trembles and shudders with each cry. He’s disconcerted by the sound of your voice, no longer purposefully muffled. He threads his fingers into your hair, holding you to him. “Shh. I’ve got you. You’re safe, I’ve got you.”

If your body ached at the bottom of the pit, now you couldn’t even think about moving. Astarion had carried you as far as he could and then some, until Karlach had to take you from his arms before he dropped you. Even then, he stayed right by her side, watching you anxiously.

Back at camp, Shadowheart healed what she could, but most of her energy was spent during the fight. Haslin took over, but even the best he could do would have you bruised and in pain for the next few days. He went into the woods for ingredients to make a soothing balm.

Wyll helped you drink water, and Gale helped you drink some broth, to hold you over until he could make dinner proper. Lae’zel rifled through your veritable hoard of supplies to find you some suitable armor and weapons, and worked to sharpen and polish them.

When you were finally given the chance to rest, Astarion carried you from your bedroll into his tent, laying you down on his own bedroll. He provided as many pillows as you wished, as many blankets as you could ever ask for. He gathered a bowl of water and a fresh cloth and worked to clean the grime off your face.

You watched blankly, too emotionally and physically exhausted to process much. He passed the cloth over your forehead. It was blessedly cool, but the flash of red that crossed your vision could not be ignored.

Arms like lead, you willed a hand to grab his, stopping him mid-swipe. He winced as you pried the cloth from his hand, where it dropped wetly onto your neck, and ran your thumb along his palm. Blisters and blood covered every inch, skin torn and peeling in places. Without even thinking, you try casting a spell to heal him.

Whereas before, when you tried to cast a spell, you could feel it draining your energy from you, now you just felt nothing. It was like dipping a bucket into a well and coming up empty. There is no more magic within you to fuel a spell. Tears prick at your eyes again.

Astarion sighs, long and low. “You don’t have your magic.”

It takes far too much effort to even shake your head. You take a breath, and through the rasping pain, you speak. “They… took it away when… I called for help…” You swallow thickly. Your voice was foreign to you.

It was foreign to Astarion, too. He could recognize the way you signed, the slight variations of years of experience against Gale’s book-perfect signing or even Wyll’s slower, more purposeful movements. He associated it with you so strongly. To hear you speak was like watching a ventriloquist put on a show.

A bitter feeling took hold within him. Just like all gods, all masters, all people with power to laud over another, you were abandoned in your darkest hour, by someone you spent so long dedicated to. Prayers, offerings at alters, your faithful silence - it would never be enough, not to a god who always craved more.

But now isn’t the time to say I told you so. Gently, he removes his hand from your grasp. Your hand flops back to your side. He takes the cloth from where it rested at your neck, re-wets it, and continues cleaning your face.

He doesn’t say anything as he wipes away your tears, catching them before they have a chance to slide down to your ears. When the sobs choke you, he helps you drink some water. When your sorrow lulls you to sleep, he tucks you in and stays by your side, a faithful argus.

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myysaints · 7 months

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sugardaddy fernando alonso with a controversial age gap 👀🥲

°˖ ⊹ ꒰ FA14 ꒱ PAPER RINGS ─ FERNANDO ALONSO

FERNANDO ALONSO x f!sugar baby!reader

⌗︙・ summary — you and fernando soft launch your relationship

genre — fluff, socmed au, fc: bbyambi on ig

notes — hi guysss sorry for being mia! i'm back and have a ton of fics in queue, so get ready :) i had a ton of fun writing this, just some lighthearted fluff of nando showing off his girl. hope you enjoy! apologies for the google translated spanish, i tried my best :,)

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jenxsaiv · 1 year

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Drew Starkey as your boyfriend

PAIRING: Drew Starkey x fem!reader

A/N: i was looking for something like this in tumblr and i only found 2 works so u decided to wrire this. I hope you guys will like it and agree with my vision. Also english is not my first language so im sorry for any mistakes.

You met by accident on the pavement

He was 24 and you were 21

Actually he ran into you and spilled his coffee on your tshirt.

He felt guilty so he asked you out for coffee as an apology and bought the tshirt back.

Drew told his friends about you

And they teased him

"Drew found a girl" "My bro fall in love and is too scary to tell y/n true"

He was confident until he realized he was in love

He became shy and it was funny

Finally he said it also by accident

You both were in car, driving to his house and you had an argument about it how much you spend time working and how much you are tired.

"Y/n you don't understand why i did it. I just cant looking at you being tired everyday.

"You are rich and don't get it. I have to work"

" I know you are studying and you need money but I told you a million times that you can live with me. I want for you everything the best because you are special and I love you"

"Drew. What did you already said??

And this is how he told you he loved you and also he said 'I love you first'

Hes the softest boyfriend ever

Loves seeing you in his big t-shirts its also his turning on

Very touchy boy

Cuddling every evening on his sofa if you have time

A lot of out-going and in-going dates

These out-going-dates are probably dinners in fancy restaurant or just walking by the city streets at 9 pm

Pda is definitely his thing

I mean he probably will hold your hand all the time but also loves back hugs you

He is ready to defends you or fights for you

KISSES! A LOT OF KISSES

Drew is very touchy and need to be with you all the time

Nsfw part

He loves eating you

He does it without thinking about it. Just seeing you laying on your bed at 11 pm and starting kissing you and then eating you

Okay he is the best trust me

He knows how to do it and enjoys seeing you being a mess because of him

Hes a kinky boy

Also fingering you a lot

He may looks innocent but he is a big teaser

One day you both had a dinner with your parents and he fingered you under a table

He is a dom most of times but also enjoys when you riding him

Also he probably will spoiling you

Buy you wantever you want

Princess treatment!!

Gives you flowers everyday

Well he is the cutest, the most protective and touchy boy ever

He loves you the most and wants the best for you

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lynnlovesspidahman · 9 months

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happy birthday.

peter parker x reader

masterlist.

warnings : none :))

word count : 1.2k

summary : peter’s not easy to shop for, so you settle for a gift money cant buy. happy birthday peter parker 😏

again, i just love ps4 peter so he was in mind while writing this. but you can imagine any of them!!

Peter’s birthday was in 3 days.

You’ve been dating for a little over 5 months, now. You wanted him to feel special for his birthday, considering everything he’s done for you over the course of your relationship.

But he’s such a hard person to shop for. You’ve been wandering around Target for what feels like ages now.

At first, new cologne seemed like a good idea. But, you already prefer the one he already uses (and you have no clue which one that is, you can’t exactly just ask him now).

The next best was new clothes. And they did have nice pairs of the flannel shirts he always seems to wear (He looked delicious every time, you couldn’t argue with that). You looked through the hangers, picked out the best looking ones, and threw them into your cart.

So now you have is a few shirts, cool. But still not enough. So you ran through a couple of gifts you thought he would appreciate. Scratch that, he has to love it, not just appreciate it.

Flowers? No, he can’t take care of them properly.

Skin care? No, he’s told you before he can’t be bothered, he literally uses just water. And yet his skin remains clear.

Shower stuff? Might give the wrong message.

Candy? Too basic.

New furniture for his ever so bland apartment? Too much money.

Gift card to his favorite restaurant? That could work, but it probably would end up being used immediately. By you.

Nothing seemed to work for him. You paid for the three shirts you picked out and left.

You were walking down the street, still trying to think of something to get him.

Your phone rang in your pocket. You put the plastic bag in your left hand as you reached for your phone with your right.

You smiled, admiring Peter’s contact photo as it lit up your screen, he was calling you. The photo was from a date 2 months ago.

He took you on a walk through Central Park, which was beautiful during the summertime.

The trees were beautifully green, and the weather was perfectly warm. He wore a black cap that day, which he rarely did.

As you two sat on a bench together, his arm sat behind you on the back of the bench. You couldn’t stop looking over at him as he spoke to you. Needless to say, he was very easy on the eyes that day. You took your phone out to take a photo. You raised it to your side to capture you both, and as soon as he realized you were taking a photo, he gave a thumbs-up and gave a little smirk smile to the camera. That picture has been your favorite of you two since then.

In that moment, you realized you were so in love with him. But you didn’t tell him. It still felt too early. And you weren’t exactly confident in the I-love-you-return. So you kept it to yourself, to this day.

Before it could go to voicemail from you accidentally staring at his contact photo, you answered his call.

“Hi!”

“Hi, Peter,” You pressed your lips together to stop yourself from smiling too much.

“Whatcha up to?”

“Nothing, just finished shopping at Target, I was bored.”

“Oh, okay. Are you busy?”

You checked the time, 2:43 PM.

“No, why?”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out at my place, for a bit.”

“Duh. I just gotta head back home and do get my stuff.”

“Okay! Just tell me when you’re on your way.”

“I will, See ya later, L-“ It was a habit for you to say that when ending a call and you almost did to Peter. Good catch, Y/N.

“See ya.”

You hung up the call, letting out the breath you were holding during the last second of the call. You almost fucked up, bad.

But would it have been so bad?

Peter’s birthday is today. Still, all you’ve gotten him is those three shirts.

You feel so shitty. So you quickly came up with a plan.

You would take him out to brunch, walk in central park, and sit on that same bench, and maybe maybe maybe tell him you love him?

Which is a horrible fucking birthday present especially if he doesn’t feel the same way and has to let you down easily. But, you want to let him know he’s important to you and no gift was able to speak that for you.

What’s there to lose to just say it to him?

Everything. You could lose everything you’ve built with him. Don’t say it, Y/N.

“Hey, Peter?” You turned your body to face him, you two were sitting in the exact bench.

“Hm?” He looked over at you, his eyebrows raised.

He was wearing the new blue flannel you bought him. You washed it for him the other day and gave it to him during brunch. Immediately he had put one on (your favorite that you picked out) and has been wearing it all day.

“I wanna tell you something,” No going back, do it. You have to.

“Okay.. What’s up?” His whole body was now facing you. All of his attention on you.

“I just- we’ve been together for five months now. Which is a long time with somebody, at least to me. And you’ve become such an important person in my life and being around you has become so routine that I can’t imagine any of my free time being spent without you.”

He slowly nodded, looking confused.

“I should’ve told you this months ago, but I didn’t. I was too nervous to tell you before, and it’s really not a good time to tell you — especially on your birthday — but I can’t keep it a secret anymore-”

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“What?! Peter, no. Quite the opposite actually,” You joked, he didn’t know what you meant though.

“Oh, phew. I got really scared. You got all serious and then you started saying it wasn’t a good thing to tell me on my birthday-”

“I love you.” You blurted, interrupting his rambling.

He just stared at you, mouth still agape from him talking.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” You started to gather your things and about to stand up and leave.

“Wait. Do you? Like actually?” He gripped your wrist, stopping you.

“Yeah,” You turned your head away from him, feeling a blush creep on your face. This was embarrassing.

“I- I love you, too.” He stood up, and positioned his thumb under your jaw to turn your head towards him.

“Wha-”

“I love you.” He repeated himself, this time he was looking into your eyes.

You both leaned in, simultaneously.

“I said it first, but I love you too.” You pulled him by his collar and pressed your lips onto his.

After a moment, you felt him smile against your lips.

“What?” You asked, giggling as you opened your eyes to look at him.

“You love me,” He teased, tickling your sides.

“Don’t get cheesy.”

“No promises,” He laughed, leaning into another kiss.

“Happy birthday, Pete.”

hehehe. okay fr tho it is actually peter parker’s birthday today and i needed to make something. this was lowkey half-assed but i kinda like it so i’m just gonna post it 🥲🥲

likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated!! 💓

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flames of desire chapter 4: I'm creepy?...

Alastor x (f! bunny reader)

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your POV:

back at the hotel, I went straight to my room, putting all of my clothes that angel bought for me in there drawers and hangers. angel said that there weren't any shoes that work for my paws so he said to try and wear toeless socks....there comfortable but I just have to be carful were I step. walking to the lobby I decided to grab a drink, sitting on the stool "what do you want kid?" "nothing strong" sliding the drink over to me I decide to ask about what happened earlier "hay husk right..." "yeah?" "do you know who valentino is?", setting down the glass he was cleaning he turns "hes an overlord, part of the Vees ...owns a strip club angel works at" well that explains it "what's an overlord?" "you ask to many damn questions kid" "sorry...just asking since I'm still getting used to the permeant damnation thing..." "overlords are powerful demons, ranked by there power over others. humans deal in favors and money, but down here...you deal in souls. and fuckers like radio face abuse that power" radio face? that's new "you mean Alastor? "yeah kid, hes an overlord, haven't you ever seen those posters outside?" now that I think about it, no...I haven't but that would explain his whole dark and twistedness "is that why hes so creepy.." "I'm creepy?...", whipping my head around my heart feels like it just fell out of my ass "oh how you wound me dear, tell me what makes me so creepy hmm..." "well I- no I didn't mean- how long have you been standing there..." "well I heard my name and couldn't help but listen, tell me what is it that has peeked your interest in me?", "w-well husk was telling me about overlords and that you were uhm-...one" "ah yes my dear, husker is correct!, what brought up such a subject?" "oh well... me and angel ran into this Valentino guy and when I asked angel he looked so scared..." "hmm well if he works for valentino, then there's a high chance he made a contract" "contract?" "yes, a contract for his soul~" of course, a contract or a deal for a soul "husk also said something about the Vees who are they?" hearing loud static I look up, Alastors smile was tight and his expression was that of irritation, the static getting louder "oh nobody important..." "oookk..." I'm not gonna pry into that anymore, I like my second life...sorta.

Alastors POV:

so our little bunny got into some trouble with the Vees? and it seems valentino has caught interest in her, I cant have that... "tell me dear what did valentino say to you?" "hmm he asked me if I wanted to work for him, said he could make me rich or something like that" oh Valentino, how does one fine joy in taking advantage of young women, maybe he has an animal fetish or something, for once that makes my skin crawl "and what did you say?" "I told him no naturally, the guy has no boundaries, and from the way he treated angel I don't think I would want to work for somebody like him" hmm smart girl~ "well its good to know your alright!" wouldn't want my toy to be broken before iv played with it first... "i just hope angel is ok" "you need not worry about angel, I'm sure hes doing just fine dear, you shouldn't get involved" especially with the likes of such nasty people like valentino, how dare he attempt to steal my plaything, I guess ill have to show him that I don't like sharing.

your POV:

chatting with Alastor and husk I feel a bit tired, probably had one to many refills of my drink, iv always been a light weight... "its getting a bit late, I think I'm gonna head to bed now" husk takes my half empty glass as I stand from the stool "well goodnight my dear, sweet dreams~..."

I had writers block for like 30min because I just felt like adding a whole extra part for Alastor and it nearly killed me!!! but anyways I love you guys and please enjoy this chapter stay tuned~

-squerlly

@pooplyface1423 @strippezzz

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#hazbin #alastor x reader #alastor #hazbin alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x you #alastor x reader smut #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel x reader

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ruewrote · 1 year

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𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑.

PAIRING: jj maybank x fem!reader WARNINGS: none GENRE: fluff, f2? SONG INSPIRATION: just cant get enough by black eyed peas WORD COUNT: 868

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you never had much money. living as a pogue proved that, but you didn't care.

you didn't keep up with the latest cosmopolitan since you were out surfing instead.

getting dirty looks from kooks as they judged your worn-out tops to your ripped vans, but you had no shame about it. holding your head high as they whispered behind you.

from time to time you wondered how it'd be to live big and fancy, but wouldn't trade what you had with your friends for anything else.

from the lazy hangouts at the chateau to the risky adventures, the bond that pogues had was unmatched. they were your family.

so when you started your new job working at the kooks country club you wanted to show your gratitude and bought each of them small gifts.

a golden turtle broch for kiera, an expensive pair of trainers for pope, and so on and so forth.

everyone was hyped about their gifts, you received many hugs and thanks but not jj. he sat on the sofa, rolling the black marble ring that you had gotten for him between his fingers.

an appreciative smile displayed on your lips, standing up and walking over to you, interrupting the conversation that you were having with sarah. giving you a knowing nod, she sat on john b's lap across the room, her arm around his neck, his hand on her waist.

"is everything okay?" concerned as jj sat beside you, his knee knocking into your own whilst doing so.

"i cant accept this." that made you frown and your brow furrow.

"of course you can, i wanted to spoil you a little. it's well overdue from all of the times that you've either paid for my food or i've stolen yours." playfully nudging his arm with yours, jj still didn't look convinced.

"you deserve this. as much as you're talking yourself out of it, it's true. its about time you got some well-deserved appreciation." you persisted, nudging the ring gently back to his chest.

still looks doubtful you made a promise.

"okay fine if you take this, this one time, no more expensive presents. only because i have one to match." lifting your hand gesturing to your pinky, slipping his on, and wrapping his finger around your own.

"promise?"

"promise."

you stuck to what you said to jj, you hadn't bought him a single expensive item, maybe treated him to dinner from time only after arguing back and forth about it, it ending in him giving in.

you had also made it your life's goal to make him gifts, whether it be finding pretty shells on the beach or decorated notes of appreciation.

yeah, it might've been insignificant to anyone else, but you felt a sense of pride when you watched his face light up at the silly little homemade trinkets.

from then on it just became a random thing you did for him even if you didn't get the others anything.

both of you agreed for him to sleep at your house since his dad was not having a... particularly good day and obviously not wanting him to be at the receiving end of it, he crashed at yours. this happened often enough that your parents let him stay over as long as the door was open.

so now you stood over the stove, stirring the pasta that was bubbling for the mac and cheese that you were making. jj making it ten times harder as he started doing stuff to distract you like eating the pre-grated cheese.

your hand slapping his wrist as he yet again went to reach his fingers into the bowl.

"i swear to god if i have to tell you again jay!" he giggled and ran out of the kitchen as you grabbed the cloth off of the side, following not far behind him.

after a while of chasing each other around the house, you finally cornered him in the living room, trying to whip the material.

unfortunately for you, he managed to snatch it out of your hands, wrapping his arms around your body and falling onto the couch on top of you so you couldn't do anything.

"let go of me!" wriggling around to find a way out.

"why would i do that when i know what the outcome will be? hey im dumb but im not that dumb."

letting out a huff, you relaxed into his arms knowing there wouldn't be any way of getting him to budge. he overpowered you every time.

"ugh fuck you dude!"

"you wish sweetheart!" jj winked at you, it wasn't until then that you realized the position you two were in.

he laid on top of you, in between your legs. faces two inches apart. your mouth went dry, looking at him was an even bigger mistake because when his eyes flickered from your lips to your eyes... you melted.

jj leaned in closer, your lips nearly touching when the smoke alarm goes off.

"shit the food!" you both dashed to the kitchen, turning off the fire, and making sure everything was fine. it was. laughing relieved.

you both wished deep down that the alarm had never gone off.

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thesorryboys-updates · 1 month

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finally a place I can just.. spill this out to.

Gold (because he doesn’t even deserve to be called by his own first name) was someone I looked up to since 2020. I watched his vids before the DSMP and I remember how excited I was to see him on the SMP. Now I cant help but just cry. I couldn’t even fathom this at first. When I first saw what was going on, I kid you not I ran to my school bathroom during class and just cried. I prayed so hard it was fake. If only it was. I was mostly upset because he was almost like an online father figure to me. I did not know him personally but his personality seemed so nice and his voice seemed so soothing to me then. Now I know it was all fake, and he let me down.

to anyone like me still struggling with this, I just want to tell you it’ll be okay. I suggest doing what I did and going back to old creators you used to watch as a younger child and enjoy it. Or watch someone you love now who you trust.

and I know it’s hard too considering gold made some amazing things. I just want to say: don’t be ashamed to separate the art from the artists. (Though maybe find a way to NOT send him money for streaming his music-) What I’ve done personally is just change the dream SMP charecters names and not make them resemble him so much. I personally never liked his music anyways so.

fuck you, gold. I hope you get what’s coming to you. God has a special place in hell for you.

as for all of you, don’t let some scum on the internet that never knew you affect you. Take care of yourselfs.

-anon <3

#ask #asks #Wilbur soot

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jackmanbj · 6 months

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money spread

summary: jack takes you to go shopping for baby jadore.

AN: this is just something for before i do your request, thank yal for being so patient with me!🫶🏽

“you ready mommy baby?” “yes!” “ok ill got get daddy stay right here for me!”

jadore shook her head ok as you walked away to get jack.

“jack baby come on, we have to go.”

“ok, coming!”

jack slipped on his gray 550’s and started to walk with you back to jadore.

jadore was standing there, next to her stroller with her teddy bear clay had gotten her.

“you ready princess?” “yes daddy!”

jack pick jadore up as you rolled her stroller up, and pressed the self folding button to put it in the trunk.

jack placed jadore in her carseat and buckled her up.

you got into the front seat and played some ‘baby music’ for jadore.

“mommy?” “yes sweetheart?” “can i listen to daddys music?” “no baby you’re to young.”

“baby let her listen to one song.”

“which song is kid friendly jack?”

jack put on yungen, by him and rodwave.

you looked in the rear view mirror when jacks part came up. and jadores face lit up, she was excited to finally hear her daddy rap.

“daddy! you sounded so good!” jadore stated when the song was over, putting her fingers over her lips.

“thank you princess, how about when im not busy me and you go make a song together!” “yay!!”

you gave jack a loving smile as he placed his hand on your thigh.

after a few minutes jack pulled up to the mall and you were the first to get out, going to get jadores stroller.

once you got it out jack came around the car and placed jadore i to it.

“mommy i can walk!” “maybe a little later sweetie, daddy cant carry you this time ok?” “ok mommy..”

you first went into victoria secret, you needed some new under clothes and you were already there so why not.

you came back out and went Zukababy, you got jadore some new clothes and let her pick out a few toys.

“baby that’s enough clothes dont you think?” “jack this is only five outfits, shes a baby there going to get dirty, this isn’t nearly enough.”

jack huffed and continued pushing the stroller following behind you as jadore played on his phone.

“DADDY!!”

you and jack both quickly looked at jadore with worry all over your face.

“yes sweetheart?” jack calmly asked.

“uncle urby call!”

“ok baby let me see the phone.”

jack reached ok the side of the stroller and reached he little arm out as much as possible so jack can get the phone.

you on the other hand had walked off to finish shopping.

once you were done you made your way back to find jack, he was sitting on the phone with urban letting jadore talk to him.

“jack! lets go its time to check out.”

jack ran his hand through his curls and let jadore finish talking to urban.

once the cashier rung everything up, the total came out to $286.49

you looked back at jack with your hand out waiting for his card while his eyes went wide as he tried to see if the cashier was joking.

“jack come on! we have different stores to go to!”

jack mumbled something under his breath, you of course heard it but he didnt know that.

jack gave you his card and you let the cashier run the card.

she handed you the bags and the card back along with a receipt.

you put the bags at the back of jadores stroller and walked out the store.

once you got out you plucked jack on his shoulder.

“OW! what was that for?!” “for being smart in the store.”

you reached over to asked jadore if she wanted to walk now and she excitedly shook her head yes.

you went around and unbuckled her out and she immediately ran off.

“JADORE” she ignored you and kept running.

jack was jogging behind her and she ended up running into a wall.

“DADDY!!”

jack ran to pick her up and seen her whole face was red.

“fuck”

jack picked her up while she was screaming, her head resting on his shoulder.

he handed her to you and you put her on your hip and wiped her tears on your shirt.

“thats why mommy and daddy tell you not to run right sweet girl?”

“yes mommy”

“lets put you back in the stroller baby.”

you placed her back in the stroller and decided to head to a few more stores.

actually..a lot more.

jack ended up buying you a new purse, new clothes, and of course jadore got nee stuff animals, new toys, and new clothes.

jack ended up spending $857.92

you knew you would have to treat him when you got back home for this.

#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow fluff #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x black reader #dad! jack

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dilfslutsstuff · 1 year

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Dress code || Remus Lupin

Professor!Remus X Student!Fem reader

Notes: All of the characters in this fic are legal age and if you’re uncomfortable reading than please just scroll!! Also, I am half aussie half German so my English is super good but if I mess up something it’s because I don’t know the word for everything and google translate will be used!!

Warnings: Age gap, NSFW, sexual implications, pet names, size kink (reader is small), praise (you get the point)

The end of Christmas break had gone by quick now leading you into 7th year, your final year. Obviously I can’t wait to get this done with but I’ll miss this place, plus I’ll miss girls nights

I’m currently sitting with Ginny and Hermione, the common room is surprisingly empty and everyone’s gone to bed, of course Hermione suggested we get some rest as school starts tomorrow but nevertheless Ginny and I ignored her

“Oh come on y/n your crush can’t be that embarrassing” mione and Ginny pleaded and begged the whole night in the Gryffindor girls common room

“I don’t even like anyone? and it doesn’t matter, can we get back to Hermione liking Ron, aren’t you like baffled that she likes your idiot brother” I rolled my eyes and lie back into the couch

“Old news! Also if you truly don’t like anyone then you’ll let us give you a truth potion and make it go off right after” Ginny looked at Hermione

“I know the spell to make it wear off instantly!” Hermione chimed in grinning, both the girls giggling and starring me down

“I’m not going to let you put a spell on me to find out some stupid crush?!” I widened my eyes at the two girls Infront of me rolling my eyes, they both looked at each other

“So you do have a crush? We solemnly swear to not tell anyone even if it’s someone vile like Draco Malfoy” all three of us cringed at the slytherin boys name and I shook my head

“Look it’s not Draco that’s so fucking weird, he like whines over everything, remember 3rd year when the bitch moaned over buckbeak like barley touching him!” I exclaimed reasoning myself

“Okay so then if it’s not him then tell us” Ginny pleaded, she then muttered “if it’s not him than you can’t really have anyone worse can you”

“Look y/n we’ll buy you every drink you get from hogsmeade AND I’ll give you all the notes I have for every test” Hermione offered as Ginny furrowed her eyebrows

“HEY?? I’m not doing that, I’m literally poor! I’m not wasting my galleons on“ Hermione cut Ginny off

“I never give my notes to anyone, come on please!!” Hermione was speaking the truth and I was wasting all my money of butter beer and did need to past a charms exam miserably.

“Fine.. it’s professor lupin but you can’t say shit” the girls both had their mouths wide open and just scoffed

“Okay now this was worth my money” Ginny grinned

“A professor y/n?? Are you being actually serious right now, like and he’s 40 or something and I know… just… why?” She looked at me

“Cant help it I’m into dilfs” I laughed and they both smacked me.

The rest of the night was a blur filled with teasing and laughter.

The next day came and I went to get dressed in my school uniform as I opened my suit case that I was kind of procrastinating in unpacking.

“Fuck… where is my uniform” I rolled my eyes back in frustration and checked frantically everywhere making a mess of the dorm.

“Why are you so angry??” Ginny asked putting on her tie

“Do you have a spare uniform, I forgot mine on holidays?” Ginny started laughing at me and started tying her hair

“I say you walk in naked and forget the uniform to impress that old man you’re crushing on” she wiggled her eyebrows as I threw a shirt into her face

“Okay okay, I think the nurse has spare uniforms go check with them I’ve forgotten my uniform once” Ginny told you

I put on a coat so no one saw my sleeping gown and I ran to the nurses office and the nurses asked me what was wrong as I explained my situation they told me to be smarter and that I was a 7th year acting like a 1st year, all that nonsense.

“Look, we only have 5th year uniforms so you’re going to have to live the day in that” she said in the not kindest of tones

“Thank you so much miss!” I took the uniform and ran back up to my dorm room and got dressed. That’s when I looked at myself in the mirror

I didn’t exactly have a 15 year old physical condition so.. the skirt was EXTREMELY short, the shirt was tight, hugging my curves

It was like I was going as a slutty school girl for Halloween, I couldn’t have been more scared about the comments I would receive all day

“Damn y/n trying to hook up with mr lupin” mione giggled and I frantically told her my situation and she just asked me to go get a uniform pass from the office.

I did, I walked down to the great hall for breakfast and you wouldn’t believe the stares I got, it was like I was a female prostitute, all the boys were whispering and obviously staring.

Harry’s milk fell out of his mouth as I went and sat with them, Ron just looked baffled and Ginny Fred and George were all just hyping me up

“Y/n, tryna get my attention” Draco smirked behind me, god he made himself so punchable it was so sad to be honest.

“Shut the fuck up malfoy” I gave him the middle finger and he scoffed and looked away

All of us ate breakfast in peace and I tried to roll down my skirt a bit. Ginny gave me a random jumper she had to tie around my butt so that when I walked my panties didn’t flash, thank the lords for her.

I had gotten through the day with only a couple sayings from teachers when I explained my issue they just gave me a warning.

Then it came, the end of the days subject, DADA. Meaning I had Professor lupin, both Ginny and Hermione were in that class.

There was no secret I’d been lupins favourite student, he had always asked me to stay back to talk about books and stuff, he was always nice, praising my work and he would take his time to be much nicer to me than the other students, if I’m being honest that’s the reason I like him, some would say I just attach to people very quickly if they show me an ounce of affection and that’s very much… true

I was first to class, I had a study period so I came to my DADA class to study alone where I expected no one to be, which I think I’m now regretting, lupin was there filing some papers

“Uh ms Y/L/N, a word?” I gulped, the man was scanning my body and his eyes were figured on the jumper around my waist

“That isn’t a school jumper, according to school code I am going to ask you to take it off, sorry sweetie” he looked at me in the eyes

I knew that he probably meant the pet name in a platonic father daughter type way but it made me feel things I don’t think I should be feeling

“Uhm my skirt is a little short” I felt my body shiver and the man looked at me

“It’s okay, I’m not one to judge y/n, I just want to see your pretty body” I slowly took off the jumper ignoring the fact that the man was TOTALLY hitting on me but I’m sure he meant it nicely

“My my y/n, that’s quite short, I think I might have to bring you to Dumbledore and get you punished” he was intensely staring at my thighs

“No sir please, I’ll do anything, Dumbledore and I aren’t exactly on the best of terms right now cause he caught me sneaking about the other night” I really didn’t want a bad reputation

“Y/n, you can’t wear that because it will give people a bad impression” the blonde haired man gestured me to sit on a chair next to him

“Bad impression?” I asked gazing into his eyes gulping

“they’ll think you’re a slut who is rather fond of well.. sex” my eyes widened and I didn’t really know what to reply to that

“Professor, I don’t really have sex.. like I’m a virgin” oh my god, I cannot believe I’ve just said that, to my teacher?? I’m going to just cry and die maybe both at the same time

“Oh are you now ms Y/L/N? You know, professors aren’t idiots, we can tell when you guys have little girl crushes on us” I blushed profusely

“Come with Me” he grabbed my hand and we walked to his office up the stairs and he locked the door

“Look y/n, I know this is wrong but your body is making me go fucking crazy with that skirt you have on” he huffed

“Sir, is this a good idea? I could get expelled” I whispered into his ear

“Do now, think later” he pulled me in for a kiss and I’ve never felt so lightweight, his mouth tasted good, like chocolate almost.

I was straddling him on his office chair as he unbuttoned my shirt.

“Are you okay with this? We don’t have to do anything if you’re uncomfortable with it” he stopped me in between kisses

“I’ve dreamt of this sir” I continued and he stopped me

“Remus” he told me to use his first name and he unbuttoned my shirt looking at my laced black bra, thank god I chose to wear a matching set today

He unclasped it making love to my neck and downward, leaving love bites as he went along with it.

His tongue swirled around my nipple, sucking my tit as I moaned. It felt amazing, I don’t know how he was so good at this.

“Remus” I moaned out as he hit my sweet spot. His mouth met with mine again and his hands trailed down to my absolutely soaked panties

“So wet? Why is it” he smirked ripping my panties off and running his fingers through my glistening wet folds.

“You remus, I’m wet for you, please touch me” I begged him

His fingers found my clit, rubbing the small bud making me feel better than any man could. His hands were so big his fingers were too.

He then stuck two fingers inside of me watched as I made faces “come on pretty girl” Remus whispered into my ear.

“I’m going to” my breathes were heavy and I was moaning hard. Suddenly Remus pulled his fingers away from my pussy

“You’ve been a bad girl, strutting around in that tiny skirt for pervs to look at. You don’t deserve to cum, you filthy little slut.” He laughed at me as I whined and whined

“Remus I just need you inside” I started unbuckling his pants, and my hand reached down his boxers and god when I pulled it out… when I tell you this man was BIG, that was an understatement.

“Where do you want me dove” he caressed my face as I whined

“Inside” as i was straddling remus on his chair, he lined his dick up and pushed it inside slowly as we both moaned

“You’re so.. tight” his hands grabbed my ass underneath my skirt and got me into rhythm with him. Once he settled in he started going faster, considering it was my first we took it slower.

Skin slapping and moaning could be heard miles away. “Mmmmmm” I was making so many noises

“Remus oh my-“ I was moving my hips up and down and Remus looked at my tits jiggle as he sat back and enjoyed the view

“You’re so Perfect dove” he took admiration of my body, checking me out. I smiled in return and continued to grind more.

“Remus I’m going to…” he saw as my eyes rolled back at an orgasm, “do it dove”

I cummed all over his dick and he pulled out before he could.

“You’re so Perfect, I think you should come to class earlier more often” he whispered into my ear and I bit my lip

“I definitely think I will” I went and fixed my hair and sat in my chair as other people walked in including Hermione and Ginny who I got partnered up with for a project and we got to work outside in the halls.

“Your face is flushed and your hair has just been brushed. You totally got fucked. Who by.” Hermione noticed the small things and you usually loved it when it wasn’t a complete and total inconvenience for you

“Uhhh” I was about to say something as Remus walked out side to check on how our group was going

“Now is not time for gossip ladies, get to work” he smiled and walked away

“Please don’t tell me I was seeing things when professor lupin was totally flushed and you told us you were going to the DADA classroom for study period…”

“You dirty little whore” both the girls gasped at their finding as you denied it profusely.

I am Never telling those two anything again

The end

I cannot tell you how much I struggled to find the English words for the following

Wriggled

Furrowed 😭

I Hope u guys enjoyed <3 x

#harry potter smut #remus lupin #Remus #remus lupin x reader #professor X Student #smut #Harry potter #marauders #18+#for you #following #viral #harry potter prisoner of Azkaban #hermione granger #Ron Weasley #draco malfoy #fanfic

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year

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i am a SUCKER for Dad Joel. was thinking maybe a pre pandemic story where reader and joel are trying for another child but cant so they adopt ellie (bc let's face it sarah and ellie would have ruled the world together)

*absolutly love your work babes 💕*

Thank you so much, darling! I'm glad you've been enjoying it. I did just melt my own heart writing this. 🤍🥺😭

I feel like it would be solid two years after the wedding. You had started trying even way before that but it never worked. No matter what you tried and trust me on it you two tried everything. Joel spent his breaks flipping through different magazines and books looking for any new ideas on how to get pregnant. But nothing happened no matter the acrobatics you two get on to. Money was tight as it was so getting through IVF or even getting you both properly tested for now was out of the picture. So you had given up on the idea of having your kids.

Joel could tell that it had started to weigh on you even if you tried to hide it and smiled through it. The smile was fake, Joel knew it. He had heard you crying for weeks at night. Alone in the bathroom. Thinking that Joel was asleep and you were safe to let your guard down. But he heard it all. You soul-crushing sobs, that even an open tap couldn't muffle out. He had wanted to bring it up multiple times but somehow he felt that it would only make it worse.

"Is everything okay with mom?", Sarah had asked him one morning when you didn't come downstairs for breakfast. Joel stiffened for a moment, "Of course hun. Why are ya asking?". Sarah's eyes were on the plate. She was old enough to understand when things weren't okay back at home. She also had grown up with you by her side so she knew you. "I just... Do you know that mom's been crying a lot lately?", Sarah didn't dare to meet her father's gaze and Joel in a way was thankful because he knew that the look on his daughter's face would have broken him. With a sigh, he pushed the skillet away from the heat.

"You know... We've been trying to get you a sibling", Joel said while pulling out a chair, Sarah instantly looked up with that hopeful gleam and Joel had to clench his jaw tightly, "But I'm afraid we won't be able to".

Sarah shook her head, "Why?", "We don't know. The doctor thinks there might be something wrong..."

A part of Joel felt weird explaining it to Sarah but they were so close. You all had been. You all talked about anything and everything, there were few to no topics that you all haven't discussed together. "But...", Sarah trailed off, "Mom will be okay?" Joel wished he knew an answer to that. The truth was he didn't. He wished he could make it better. Help you fulfill the desire of becoming a mother. "We just need to give her a lot more love now. Show her how much we appreciate her", Joel ran his fingers through Sarah's hair, as she bit her lip, "Can we make her breakfast in bed?", she suggested and Joel couldn't help a smile that spread across his lips. He knew that you two had done a wonderful job raising Sarah, "We sure can, baby girl".

They had done just that for the next couple of months. Joel had found a way to take a couple of days off. Taking his little family on a little road trip. As you all went on a hike, camping by the lakeside, enjoying the peace and quiet. Yet the biggest gift to Joel was seeing a smile on your face once again. A smile that reached your eye as you and Sarah sat in a flower field making flower crowns. Crowns that Joel happily wore as you both giggled away.

Sarah found you sat by the kitchen counter, biting your lip nervously as you looked through a pile of papers spread across the counter. "What are you doing?", her voice made you jump slightly as you turned to her. Shaking your head slightly, "Come look at this", you moved slightly, making space for her. Sarah frowned slightly not understanding what she was looking at. "Adoption options", you said to her quietly, "They send over a couple of matches for our family". Sarah scanned over the pictures splattered around. Taking a hold of the only baby picture there. Ellie the name tag read. Sarah turned to you, "She just got placed in the adoption facility. Her mother died while giving birth to her", you muttered. "Are we going to meet her?", your daughter's question took you by surprise slightly, "Would you want to?", Sarah nodded her head in agreement. "We'll talk it through with your dad then".

You were rubbing your hands together nervously as you drove to the adoption center. Joel was quick to place a hand on your thigh, slowly stroking your skin. "Breathe, gorgeous", he said softly, "What if she hates us?", you muttered, turning to him slightly, "Love, she's just over five months", "Yes, but she could still hate us. Hate me". Sarah reached out her hand towards the front seat, placing her hand onto your shoulder, "Mom, you are the best. I doubt there's a single soul who hates you". Joel hummed in response, "I agree with our mushroom over here", Sarah gasped, "Out of all the nicknames...", "You prefer fishy better?", Joel teased, making Sarah cross her arms over her chest as she sat back, "I will turn my sister against you and then we'll see who will be a mushroom", she said, making your heart skip a beat that she was already referring to her as a sister.

The time spent in a hallway felt like a lifetime. You managed to sit for the first five minutes but then your nerves got the best of you so you opted to passing the corridor. Sarah was invested in all the little cards and buckles on the table. Joel stood beside you. Arms wrapped around you as he occasionally pressed a kiss or two to your shoulders or neck. In hopes of making some of the nerves melt away. To remind you that you were in this together. That he was here. Like he have always been. And no matter what happened you three were going to get through it.

"The Millers?", a lady called out making you spin towards her in an instant, "Nice to meet you, I'll be supervising you today". She went on to explain how everything usually worked around here. The number of times you would have to come by and see Ellie before they would issue a statement allowing you to adopt the girl if that ended up being your final destination. But you barely heard any of it. Thankful for Joel who kept the conversation going, noting the most important things. Light cries filled the room as you four stepped inside, the desire to soothe the babe instantly blossomed inside you.

You stepped closer to the crib, "She's fussy today, so don't let it set you off", the lady said moving to reach for her but you quickly cut in, "Could I?". The woman only smiled, allowing you to carefully pick the fussy little girl up, as you held her closer to your chest. "Hi, baby girl. I know, I know that it's so scary", you cooed at her, brushing your thumb over her flushed cheek, "But I've got you, sweetie". Ellie's cries died down almost in an instant, her big eyes now staring up at you. You rocked her gently in your arms, smiling at her softly.

Sarah stepped closer to you, moving to look at the bundled-up baby. She took the backpack from her shoulders, reaching in to pull out a tiny dinosaur. She looked up as if asking for permission to also approach her. You moved down to sit on the chair that stood by the crib, allowing Sarah to see Ellie better. She wiggled the stuffy in front of the baby, making different sounds that eventually had Ellie flashing a gummy smile at her.

Joel watched you two from the side. He never doubted Sarah being an awesome big sister. That kid had so much love to give as it was. He knew that sharing it with someone else would have only made his little sunshine happier. But it was you who had Joel captivated. The way your body instantly fell into a motherly state. A wave of proudness washed over him. That was his wife there. Cradling a baby to her chest.

"Dad you should hold her", Sarah said, stepping to the side as she watched her father who had been lost in his mind. "Let your mother bond with her, sweetheart", he said softly but you shook your head, "She's right, you should hold her. She's been looking at you for a while now", you said, standing up carefully. Joel realized just how long it had been since he had held a baby. And his mind instantly jumped to a thousand and one ways that he could hurt her by accident. Support the neck, he told himself, don't press too hard, just hold her steady.

But the moment Joel felt the weight of her in his arms. With you still standing close to him. As Ellie gripped onto your finger. Joel suddenly felt complete. As if this wiggly worm in his arms was exactly what his family had been missing. The warmth of his body soothed the baby and after a close inspection of the man holding her, Ellie's eyes started to grow heavy. "That's a big yawn, baby girl", Joel muttered quietly as he carefully brushed his hand over her head. Sarah walked closer to you two, wrapping her arms around you both, and resting her head on Joel's side. You four just stood there for some time. Joel rested his head onto yours, as the baby between the two of you drifted into a calm sleep. Not a single drop of worry in your body. The lady stood there with a pleased smile on her face, knowing full well that you three were going to give Ellie the best and most loving home she could ever hope to get.

#bubble with bubbles 🫧#joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller x you #joel miller #the last of us imagine #the last of us x reader #the last of us x you

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archangeldyke-all · 3 months

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(I honestly don’t know if my asks are getting in atp but im just gonna keep resending them if they get removed because I’m not a fucking wimp 🗣️‼️‼️)

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Wait no because what if Sevika had a group chat with her coworkers and shit (Smeech, Ran, Renni, Silco, Finn, Signed, Dustin and ofc her lovely gf <3)

And at least once every two weeks there is ALWAYSSS chaos

Like; Sev and Finn could be arguing and then Ran pulls up with the fucking Curse of Ra 💀or Renni just uses the gc as a shopping list since she forgot to open notes and everyone is just like “Ren, wrong app 💀” or someone points out shit from her list HSHJERJD

PLEASE i'm gonna do the roach 'verse gang, because i think it would be insane.

men and minors dni

silco: if any of u have spare cash on u, bring it to my office and leave it on my desk. i'll pay u back tomorrow.

you: jinx, get off of silco's phone.

lock: fuck, that was jinx? i put ten on his desk!

sevika: idiot.

ran: LMAOOOO IDIOT

thieriam: shit, i put twenty bucks on his desk too.

you: jinx! how much fucking money did you steal?!

deckard: she got me too, that fucker.

ran: you are all so fucking stupid.

singed: just checked the office, the cash and jinx are nowhere to be found.

deckard: fuck!

lock: fuck

thieriam: oh fuck, silco's never gonna pay us back.

silco: no, i'm not. you should all know better by now. i would never use 'u' to type 'you'

ran: this is fucking hilarious

sevika: babe, what's for dinner?

you: you, if i'm lucky ;)

deckard: HELLO?? this is the gc??

sevika: stfu deckard.

ran: no but fr, what's for dinner, roach?

you: idk, i'm thinking chicken chili?

lock: ooooh, with cornbread?

you: sure, if you guys want.

lock: yes please!

ran: yes!!!

deckard: oh, yum.

singed: fuck, roach are you free?

you: yeah?

singed: i just sliced my hand open. can you come stitch me up?

you: lmao, i'm on the way.

ran: roach to the rescue!

sevika: put a heart in the chat if i'm the stupidest one in the gang.

deckard: <3

thieriam: <3

ran: LMAOO <3333333

you: <3

you: jinx, give sevika her phone back.

sevika: i'm gonna kill her someday.

sevika: babe, you put a fucking heart in the chat????

you: cant talk, stitching singed up.

silco: i'm sorry for jinx's behavior today. she's upset that she doesn't have her own phone yet.

lock: it's no fuckin fair! u guys get to talk all the time and i have to steal a phone to be in on the chat!

silco: jinx!

you: lmaoo jinx you can come play on my phone.

lock: fine.

lock: shit, i didn't even notice she took it until she gave it back.

sevika: she's a fuckin' weasel.

you: whats up assholes?

ran: hey jinx. what'd you buy with your stolen money?

you: more flamers. a few candy bars. a new jumbo plushy.

lock: you wanna share your candy?

you: no.

silco: jinx, at least share with the man you stole from.

you: ugh fine. they're in the kitchen lock.

lock: sweet!

thieriam: some of us are trying to work, can we please not abuse the work groupchat for not-work purposes

you: put a heart in the chat if thieriam sucks ass!

sevika: <3

ran: <3

deckard: <3

silco: jinx, what did i tell you about that kind of language?

you: i'm not jinx i'm roach.

thieriam: fuck off jinx, roach would never be so mean to me.

lock: <3

you: effective. Power. لُلُصّبُلُلصّبُررً h ॣ ॣ ॣ

across from where you're finishing up singed's stitches, deckard gasps down at his phone.

"you fuck!" he exclaims, looking up at jinx where she's sitting beside you. she giggles.

"what'd you do this time?" you ask. she laughs and hands you back your phone, before running out of the lab.

"she shut all our phones down!" he says. "how the fuck did she do that?" he cries.

upstairs, you hear ran and lock's shared groan.

you chuckle and shake your head. "jinx you stupid fuck!" sevika roars from the second floor. you giggle.

"i better go handle that." you say, finishing your final stitch. singed chuckles.

"you better." he says as jinx's squeal floats down to the lab.

taglist!

@fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther @gr0ssz0mbi3 @ellsss @sevikaspillowprincess @leomatsuzaki

#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika

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alviy4n · 3 months

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ran being the biggest flirt there is but never actually scoring a girl

a/n: something i just thought loolollll should i make this longer HAHAHA

" you know miss you're beautiful, wanna have a date with me? " ran smirked, rindou at the back just clicked his tongue clearly annoyed in his brother's antics.

" sorry but i have a boyfriend " the girl awkwardly bowed and run off making ran sighed " i guess i'm way out of her league " dramatically putting his hands in his side

" come on bro let's just go home already, i can't wait to go home and drink this! " rindou looking at the alcohol in his hands with hearts on his eyes pushed his brother making ran just playfully roll his eyes.

staring at his ceiling, ran recounted his past girlfriends and how they all left him. like it's HIM. he have it all you name it. money, looks and certainly the attitude. maybe they all think i'm way to good for them. ran thought.

getting up to pesker his little brother he went to go in his room. " clean your room rindou! it's like a pigsty in here! " he said leaning in the doorframe pointing at the bag of chips and empty bottles littered on the floor " go away im sleeping! " rindou stirred in his bed and putting the blanket in his head. ran sighed again then sat on the bed.

" i dont even get it! im certainly super handsome yet i don't have a girlfriend! " rindou sat up and looked ran in the eye " do i really need to tell you this again and again? " rindoi sighed

" whenever you get a girlfriend its like she wasnt even there, you put your phone on do not disturb so she wont call and nag you, you ALWAYS sleep so she cant spend time with you and IF you two are on a date you always go around and just talk about yourself. " rindou just facepalmed. getting up and laying on his bed he said " im going to sleep im so drunk and my head hurts from this talk " ran layed beside him " get out already! " rindou pushes him out of the bed but ran just dont budge. " ran! what the hell get out! " rindou just turned his back from him and ran stared at the ceiling yet again. dont girlfriends need to be supportive of their boyfriends? yeah that's it. i just need to get a supportive girlfriend!

#haitani rindou #haitani ran #tokyo revengers drabbles

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joestvr · 5 months

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༺✮ atashi no kimyona jinsei // あたしの奇妙な人生 ✮༻

༺✮ summary: five years after the fall of diavolo, you, y/n romano, who was sent away to japan at 11 to further your studies—find the courage to come back to naples after living out your schoolgirl & gaijin university student facade in morio-chou to see how your clan’s worsened—as well as become the “donna” of your father’s gang, il terrore, while your older brother is the real leader behind the scenes, just using you as a front. with plans to murder your clan, you seek the particularly handsome young don of passione for friendship. with your tyrant father’s intervention, your friendship with the don turns to something you never saw coming.

★ 1 // il terrore ★ 2 // bella

You awoke that morning to something warm and large beside you. When you opened your eyes, you realized it was Vince sleeping soundly with you. You hit him.

"Vince!" You yelled. He flinched.

"Ugh, Y/n..."

"Get the hell out of my bed!" You took your pillow and started hitting him with it.

"Jesus, okay, I'm leaving..."

"How perverted are you?! Idiota!"

"Sorry!"

You sighed loudly and rubbed your face, getting up to take a shower.

You got out, fixed your hair, did your makeup, and put your outfit on.

You pulled on your black, leather Prada calf boots with a 3 inch platform heel. "Alexander!" You yelled.

"Alexander!"

No response. "Alexander!"

You screamed with annoyance. "Ughhh!"

You stormed out your room and into Alexander and Alima's. You could tell they were naked. "Ew!"

"Y/n!" Alexander woke up and shouted.

"Get up!" You said even louder.

"Shut the fuck up! Get out!" He pointed to the door.

★★★★★★★★★

Trish was sitting at the dining table with the gang eating breakfast when she heard her phone buzz, and she had gotten a text.

g morning, cant wait 2 c u. lets go out. xo y/n <3

She smiled to herself reading the text, typing her response.

morning babe, eating brkfast w the guys... will be hella hard to escape them agh! meet u in 25 @ plaza? xo trish.

She waited for your reply and her cell phone buzzed again.

omg v is such a piece of shit guess where i found him

She chuckled a little to herself.

in ur bed again? lmao he alwys wants 2 sleep w u

shut up! its not even funny anymre hes totally a douche. fking bozo i swr

She laughed a little more.

stfu hes ur bsf. cut him sum slack babe

ok i gtg... alx is yelling at me. c u in a bit x

x luv u bye

Her smile faded when she realized everyone had stopped eating from their plates and were looking at her dead in the eye.

"What?"

"Who were you texting?" asked Mista.

"Why do you care? Pipe down." She scoffed and rolled her eyes.

She rook her last sip of her coffee and stood up.

"Trish, where are you going?" asked Bucciarati.

"I'm going out."

"To see who?" questioned Fugo.

"My friend! What is wrong with all of you?"

"We just want to keep you safe, Trish, calm down." said Giorno.

"Too many scumbags walking the streets. You never know what could happen." mumbled Abbachio.

"Trish is not sneaking around with some guy, everyone. Please." Spice Girl suddenly appeared beside her, reassuring the group.

"Bucciarati, can I have some money?" Trish asked nicely, looking at him, puppy eyed.

"For what?" said Abbachio bitterly.

"I'm going shopping."

"Sure, Trish," he pulled out his wallet and gave her fifteen 10,000 lira bills, "spend it wisely. Have fun, be safe."

She snatched the money with a smirk. "I'll be back later." She kissed his cheek.

"Don't forget you need to be here to come with Giorno to see that guy with Il Terrore at 4!" said Fugo as she picked up her bag and walked out.

She arrived and stood in front of the Prada store, waiting for you.

When she spotted you, her face lit up with delight and she ran to you, jumping into your arms. "Y/n!"

You hugged her tightly and spun her around. "Trish!"

"I missed you so, so much, Y/n. You have know idea how things are without you. I'm so happy." She kissed your cheeks and you did the same.

"Your hair is so pink, and longer!" You ran your fingers through her hair, amazed.

"You haven't changed one bit. You look super sexy though." She grinned.

"Please, look at that body of yours! Too gorgeous."

She linked her arm into yours and walked into the Prada store.

"I saw this bag in a- a maga— a magajin- sorry, magazine."

"Your Japanese accent is insane now, Y/n. The Don will be amazed. Did you know he's half Japanese?" She said.

"No, he's not. I heard he has golden, flaming hair like the morning sun, and bright green eyes."

"That's true. He's really tall too, he grew so much since the first time I met him."

"How tall?" You were eager to know; you love taller guys.

"He was 170cm 5 years ago, now he's 195cm. Bulked up a lot since then."

"You're kidding! That's so hot!" You became happy.

"Ha. He's so handsome, every girl from every family wants to marry him."

"You don't like him?" You turned to her.

"Not at all, to be honest. He's like my brother."

"You're living with all those hot men and not interested in any of them? Huh." You raised an eyebrow.

She blushed and looked away, "Narancia, on the other hand..."

You gasped, "You have a crush!"

"He's so cute... like really cute."

"Zaaaaamn, I see you." You smirked.

"I guess. I want to buy this for Bucciarati, look." She picked up a black leather belt with the Prada Milano logo engraved on the buckle.

"Get it."

"Okay," she waved over an associate, "wrap these up for us, and send them to the front."

The person nodded and took the items you and Trish wanted to purchase to the register. You walked with her there and pulled out your money, but she did as well.

"Trish, please let me pay."

"No, Y/n, please let me pay."

"Trish."

"Y/n."

"Trish, let me pay."

"Y/n, I'm paying. End of story."

You rolled your eyes and put your money away, "Fine. You win."

She got the bags and handed one to you, smiling.

"Thank you, Trish."

"No problem, Y/n." She wrapped her arm around you as you walked together.

"Hey, why don't you give Vince a chance? I know how much he loves you."

"Ugh, as if!" You said, "I really tried, you know. His pride won't allow him to actually be committed to a relationship with someone like me. I love him a lot but I don't want anything long term."

"But if he wasn't the way that he was and he really wanted to haved something with you..." She raised her eyebrows.

"No, I wouldn't."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Damn, okay then."

"But the thing is, I have to be married with a kid before 25," You frowned, "Guys don't like me."

"Girl, I can see at least 15 men looking at you as we pass by. Look, that guy riding a bike just crashed into a trash can, he's looking right at you." She laughed.

You looked over and saw a man laying in a pile of trash cans staring at you with bliss on his face.

"Yeah, but who's going to truly love and embrace me? With the way my mom was treated by my dad and how I was raised... I've lost all hope."

"I think you'll like the Don, Y/n. I think you'll really like him." She squeezed your arm and smiled at you.

"Sure I will..."

Trish looked down at her watch. "Look, it's already 3. I need to head back before everyone gets suspicious..."

You kissed her cheek again and nodded.

"See you later, Donna." She teased, waving then walking off.

★★★★★★★★★

You were sitting at your vanity, putting on lipstick when your stand, Cheri Lady decided to appear.

"Are you seducing him or making a deal with him? Yare yare... Such a temptress." She mocked you, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall.

You had gained Cheri Lady as a result of your mother's death 8 years ago, your father had stabbed you with a Stand Arrow in a sorrowful rage.

Cheri Lady can steal a stand and/or its ability with just one touch and can recall its power at any given time. For example, since you had once temporarily stolen a stand with a healing ability, you could recall the stand and heal yourself without a problem. But you mostly use her to induce hallucinations on enemies, which works without even having to take their ability.

Another thing your stand is capable of is extreme physical power... Think: Star Platinum meets Spice Girl.. Kind of.

As well as tremendous raw power, Cheri Lady benefits from your negative thoughts and give rude commentary about you and the way you live your life and constantly criticize you...But she only says what you think-- She's just a manifestation of your conscience.

"Damare, Cheri Lady." You touched up your eyeliner and powdered your nose a little.

"You look like a prostitute, Y/n, what the hell are you wearing?"

"Leave my sight!"

"Hmph, as you wish, Y/n-sama." She said sarcastically then disappeared into your body.

You checked the time, put on your shoes, and rushed downstairs. "Vince, Alima! Let's go!" You shouted, picking up your keys quickly.

They rushed downstairs and everyone was out the door. Vince was wearing all black suit with no tie, his chest showing through his unbuttoned collar shirt. You tried not to laugh at him.

Alima was wearing nearly the same thing as you except her shirt was red.

You could feel anxiety creeping up but took a deep breath, seeing the beautiful riverside view from outside the restaurant, and you spotted that golden blonde hair. You rushed over.

"Ciao, Don Giovanna. Romano Y/— I mean, Y/n Romano." You held out your hand, but a man with purple hair and lipstick blocked you from doing so.

Everyone gasped. You could see Trish standing beside Giorno warily.

She's... a woman?! Everyone thought in their minds.

"Abbachio, please," Giorno muttered. He scowled and moved.

You were taken aback at the Don's beauty. He was... gorgeous.

Giorno bowed slightly, taking your hand into his and kissing your knuckles, then gesturing for you to sit down. "Please, sit down, bella."

You smiled softly and sat down. "You've got quite the personal guard here, Don Giovanna."

"It's Giorno, but please, call me GioGio. Rolls off the tongue nicely, don't you think?" His charms and politeness were getting to you. You were allured.

"Alright then, GioGio..."

"Can I call you Bella?" He asked.

"Sure." You nodded.

"Get on with the deal already! I don't have all day." said Abbachio, irritated.

Giorno shot him a sharp glare.

"May I know the names of your men?"

"Trish is here too, you know." He pointed her out. "She's my best friend, like my sister."

"Hey, bitch." She scoffed fakely. Everyone gasped again.

"Hey, ugly." You grinned and she put a hand on your arm playfully.

"I'll ask later..."

"Anyway," he put his hand on the shoulder of a man with a bob cut, wearing an expensive suit, the belt Trish bought for him visible, "This is my consigliere, Bruno Bucciarati."

He looked down and kissed your hand tenderly, "Pleased to meet you, Donna."

You smiled. "How charming..."

Giorno felt a pang of jealousy in him, then spoke again, putting his arm around the one in the beanie, "My caporegime, Mi—"

"Guido Mista. Head of Execution. Didn't know there would be such a pretty face running Il Terrore. Bellissima." He pushed Giorno aside and kissed your hand. Giorno's face twitched.

Narancia pushed Mista and kissed your hand as well. "I'm—"

"Narancia Ghirga," You interrupted warmly, squeezing his hand.

"Eh? How do you know who I am?" He questioned.

You looked at Trish, then back at him and winked without a word.

Fugo quickly shoved Narancia aside, cursed at him, then bowed formally, taking your hand and kissing it. "Pannacotta Fugo. Head of intelligence. It's an honor to meet you, Donna."

"Wow! So polite~" You teased slightly, smirking. You pulled away and looked up at the purple haired man. He was just standing there, looking at you angrily.

You maintained your expression and looked up at him, holding out your hand. He crossed his arms, your charms clearly not working its magic on him.

You felt a little discouraged, retracting your hand then turning to Giorno again.

He swallowed dryly then spoke up. "S-So, may I know the names of your friends here as well?"

"Yes," you directed your hand to Vince, "Vincenzo Sayyid, my capo."

"Ciao." He said.

You then looked at Alima, "Alima Dokhtari, my sister in law. She runs the treasury and whatnot."

"Glad we can meet like this, Don Giovanna." She smiled polite.

"So, Bella, I just want to be up front... Are you sure you are willing to give me everything you've offered?" He asked tentatively.

You took a sip of wine. "Yes, would you like me to give or take a few rekuwiam— Excuse me, Requiem arowszu— Arrows? Sorry," You put your hand on your chest and cleared your throat, "Tasuketekure..." You muttered to yourself.

"Nihongo de hanishimasu ka? Sono accento..." He grinned.

Your eyes widened. "Kimi wa.. nihonjin desu..ka? Maji de?"

Bucciarati and others looked at each other with confusion at the sudden language change.

He laughed and shook his head, "Iyaa. Hafu desu. Boku no oka san wa nihonjin desu."

"Sou desu ne.. Subarashi desu. You don't look half Japanese at all." You were in awe.

"Haha, I get that a lot. Anyway, about the deal..." He went quiet as a waiter approached with the bottle of wine.

"Can I refill your glasses?" He asked. Giorno nodded and put out his glass.

"Sir, do you allow smoking out here?" You asked as he poured the wine in your glass.

"Yes, go ahead. I'll bring you an ashtray."

You took out a cigarette and stuck it in your mouth, Cheri Lady appearing for a split second to light it with a flick of her finger. You pretended to not notice.

Giorno was stunned. Bucciarati looked at the men beside him in shock.

You turned your head away and blew smoke out your mouth, mindful of Giorno.

"So, as I promised," you said, "your 10 million lira," Vince opened a briefcase and the cash was seen in there, "your stand arrows," another briefcase opened, showing the arrows.

Giorno, utterly appalled, could not find any words.

You were insanely beautiful. He was allured, enchanted. Blood rushed to his face and it reddened.

"GioGio?"

He snapped out of his daze and nodded, "Er, y-yes. Everything looks perfect, Bella."

"Are you sure you don't need anything else? I can add an extra 5 million—"

"No, I insist. You've offered more than enough. I'm grateful you are willing to give all of this to Passione." His expression lightened with gratitude.

"If that's what you wish." You said, taking a drag from your cigarette, holding it between your fingers.

He noticed your almond shaped nails were painted nearly the exact same red as the wine. Must reflect off of your personality...

"Can we please get to the topic we discussed, Giorno?" asked Fugo condescendingly.

"Uh... Yes." He said.

You looked at him with curiosity.

He cleared his throat and your eyes met. "There has been an issue in our community regarding traitors."

You abruptly coughed smoke out of your mouth. "I-I'm sorry?"

"Y/n, forgive me if I'm being insensitive, but there have been various punks caught with kilo after kilo of drugs claiming that they're from Il Terrore... and that you put them up to this."

Vince suddenly gasped loudly and yelled out, "What an outrageous claim! Y/n—“

"Vince!"

"Y/n, what is this absurdity?! No such thing is happening in—“

You breathed in shakily, trying not to lose your temper as you slammed your hand down on the table.

"Vince, if you don't get the fuck out of my face and let the Don talk, I'm going to punch you." You murmured calmly, looking away from him.

He backed away slowly and Alima scowled, grabbing his ear, pulling on it while hitting him.

You sighed, putting out your cigarette bud. You put a hand over your mouth with humiliation, then lit another cigarette.

"I'm so sorry about him, GioGio, he has no manners whatsoever," you inhaled, "But as for such claims... They are all completely false. Drug dealing of any kind has been prohibited since the founding of Il Terrore, even during my father's reign... and I'm sure you've heard of his tyranny."

Giorno was internally giggling and kicking his feet, he knew he was in love already. He was blushing and staring deep into your eyes.

"I do hope you'll believe me, Giorno."

He smiled wide and nodded, "Of course, gorgeous."

You cracked up a little as Abbachio smacked the back of his head.

"S-So, um, I was thinking..." His voice trailed, and he was turning red like a tomato.

"What the Don wants to say is we were discussing going on a mission early tomorrow morning to confront some people holding drugs in their storage spaces." Bucciarati continued, standing behind Giorno and putting his hand on his shoulder.

"Sure." You said, then stood up as he did.

"I'll see you tomorrow, GioGio." You smirked softly and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

Giorno was speechless as he watched you walk away.

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Will Halstead x Sister!reader - protective

If ur still taking requests. Can I request a will halstead x sister reader? Just like general big brother protectiveness? Maybe shes been keeping her boyfriend a secret. Totally ok if you cant do! I really love ur writing! - Anon💜

You brother was getting ready for work when you woke up and stumbled out of your bedroom yawning while trying to wake yourself up.

“Should sleep earlier.” He chuckled.

“Shut up…” you mumbled.

Sitting at the table, you placed your head on the cool wood as you let out another small yawn.

You smiled when you heard the sound of a plate being place on the table along with a cup and Will ruffled your hair.

“Come on kid, eat. I’ve got to go soon, do you have any plans?”

“Got school sadly, but I’m going to hang out after with some friends and maybe see dad.”

“You’re going all the way out there?” Will asked.

You could hear the concern in his voice and you quickly shook your head.

“No, no, he’s going to meet me at the mall.”

Will nodded his head.

“Before or after meeting your friends?”

“Before so I can meet them after and Mia’s dad is going to drop me off don’t worry.”

Will smiled and went to go get ready for work while you carried on eating your breakfast.

“Hey do you need me to drop you off?!” Will called.

“Yes please!”

Putting your plate in the sink you jogged to your room to quickly get ready for school and you followed Will out of the apartment.

He dropped you at school and handed you some cash.

“For lunch, I know you have your card but save money for the mall. If you need anything just text okay?”

You nodded your head and hugged him before getting out of the car.

Will watched you jog over to a small group mainly girls he recognised as your good friends and a couple of guys and you all walked into the school.

You were bored of classes.

Lunch rolled around and you were sat at the front of the school, leaning back against your boyfriends chest while you all talked about what you’re doing after school.

“Hey Ty, can you pass me my drink?”

“It’s right next to you.” He chuckled.

He picked it up and handed it to you and you smiled as he rested his chin on your head.

What caught your attention was the ambulance driving up to the school and you quickly moved away from Ty.

He knew why, he wasn’t upset by it you explained your brother was really protective and you didn’t want to worry him.

You all watched as the ambulance pulled up followed by some police cars and you watched your brother jump out and run up to the school.

“What’s going on?” Jess asked.

“I dunno, let’s find out.”

You all went to crowd and pushed your way to the front to see your brother tending to some student that was on the floor.

“Another fight.” Ty sighed.

You reached behind you and held his hand as you all watched in worry trying to figure out what was going on.

The kid was wheeled away and Will was jogging behind them but stopped when he saw you.

“I need you to come straight home.”

You nodded your head and he jogged away and everyone frowned.

“That was weird.” Jess said.

“Yeah… Mia can you tell your dad I won’t need dropped off?”

“Course yeah, want him to pick you up after school?”

“Nah, Ty can take me, right?”

“Course.”

He kissed the top of your head and you all went back to what you were doing.

Ty dropped you outside the apartment complex but you didn’t get out of the car you stayed there with him.

“You’re brothers gonna catch us.” He whispered.

“He’s not home…”

“So that’s not his car?”

You looked where your boyfriend was pointing and panicked a little, kissing Ty you ran into the building to rush upstairs.

You got in and Will was pacing back and forth.

“Will?”

“Do you know anything about what happened? Did you hear anything?” He asked.

“No, what’s going on?”

He sighed and shook his head.

“Look, just stay home for the next few days okay? The schools going to be closed, your friends can come around but you need to stay here.”

“Will your scaring me…”

He walked over, wrapping you in his arms.

“Look, I can’t tell you what’s going but promise me you won’t leave until I tell you it’s okay?”

“I promise…”

Will smiled and nodded, taking a small deep breath before he pulled away and pushed your towards the kitchen to wash up from this morning.

He followed you and sat on the edge of the table.

He wanted to ask about boy he saw behind you, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. If you didn’t want to tell him that was okay, he just had to focus on keeping you safe.

And right now that was keeping you off the streets while someone was going around beating up kids trying to find someone

#Chicago med #Chicago med x reader #Chicago med x you #Chicago med imagine #will halstead #will halstead x reader #will halstead x you #will halstead imagine

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