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ellecdc · 22 hours
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Bro I found you through your Poly! Moonwater fics. They fucking awoken something in me. You're writing is literally amazing and I need more lol. No pressure, I know you already have one where the reader likes to party but maybe the boys taking care of reader after getting high or being plastered? Like after a girl's night or something?
No pressure if it doesn't strike your fancy. Have a great day!!
hahaha this was so fun - I'm so glad you love moonwater as much as I do!!! Thanks for your request <33
poly!moonwater x fem!reader who comes home from girl's night
CW: mentions of drinking, drinking games
The sound of the door opening didn’t rouse Remus from his slumber on the couch, but the sound of the door closing did.
Remus sat up quickly and immediately regretted it; his back twinging in pain from the crumpled position he had fallen asleep in waiting for your return home.
Remus’ heart swelled pleasantly at the sight of his book having been plucked gently from his hands and his place marked with a Tesco receipt after he had fallen asleep with it in his hands, very clearly Regulus’ doing.
Regulus seemed to have fared better than he, still (appearing as though he was) passively reading from his book even at the sound of you struggling to enter your shared flat.
His heart shrunk right back down to normal size, however, when he went to stand to greet you at the door and his boyfriend stopped him with a gentle but firm hand on his wrist.
“Sh.” Regulus said, looking past Remus to the hallway you had yet to appear from.
“What?” Remus whispered back, still slightly confused with sleep as it slowly left his body.
“Just listen.” Regulus insisted, placing a bookmark in his own novel before shifting to give Remus (and the still empty corridor) his full attention.
Remus listened bemusedly at the sound of your heavy breathing and what sounded like you trying to take your shoes off. His fingers itched to help you with the buckles he knew always gave you trouble, but he acquiesced to Regulus’ narrowed eyes.
He heard what sounded like you leaning against (falling into) the wall with a quiet yet surprised “oh!” slipping from your lips, causing Remus to smile. 
His smile grew when he saw a matching one on Regulus’ face. 
After hearing your shoes be tossed aside, you clumsily headed towards the living room when you tripped (over likely nothing) causing you to teeter into what Remus knew to be a coat rack which gently bumped into the wall. “Oh, fuck shit balls.” You scowled quietly before you broke out into a fit of quiet giggles.
Regulus’ hand came up to his mouth in a failed attempt to smother his own laughter as your giggles turned into a reproachful “sssssshhhhh” at your own expense.
“Is she shushing herself?” Remus asked Regulus which was answered with a nod of his head yes as his shoulders continued shaking. 
Finally you turned the corner of the living room, sloppy gaze surveying the room as if confirming you weren’t about to be scolded for stealing cookies past your bedtime. 
Suddenly, your eyes fell on the forms of your two boyfriends, and though Remus couldn’t see Regulus’ face with his back turned to him in favour of facing you, he could only imagine that his smile was half the wattage of Remus’ own.
“Hi!” You whispered in reverence at them, as if still attempting to tame your enthusiasm for the sake of your other non-existent flatmates. 
“Hi, dovey!” Remus cheered and made for you, pulling you into his chest where you all but melted in your drunken state.
“Hi!” You cheered again; giggles muffled into the fabric of Remus’ jumper.
“How was your night, amour?” Regulus asked as he stood, barely pausing to press a kiss to your head before making his way into the kitchen.
“Good!” You cheered, clearly only willing (or able) to come up with one-word answers for your boyfriends. 
That was fine by Remus, he’d spend the next four weeks slowly coaxing the details of tonight out of you if it meant he got to keep holding you like this.
Remus chuckled fondly and placed his umpteenth kiss into your hair. “Did you have fun?”
You let out a pleased sigh which seemed to cause you to deflate further as Remus struggled to keep you upright. 
“S’much fun.”
“Oh, for heaven’s- come on, amour.” Regulus admonished as he re-entered the living room with a few tablets in one hand and a glass of water in the other. 
He put both down in favour of hoisting you out of Remus’ faulty grip and helped you sit back onto the couch where you sloppily beamed at the two of them.
“Hi.” You repeated, cheeks flushed from bashfulness or from drinking, Remus wasn’t sure. All he knew was that you were fucking adorable.
“Hi, amour.” Regulus said again, obviously just as willing as Remus to speak to you in only greetings for the rest of the night. “Think you can drink some water and take these for me?” He asked as he held out the glass and tablets.
You seemed nearly too eager to obey and nearly soaked the front of your dress as you brought the glass to your mouth and drank greedily. 
“Easy dove, don’t forget to breathe – no, not at the same time.” Remus scolded, cringing as you nearly choked.
You pulled the glass away and heaved in dramatic breaths as if you’d been holding your breath since the moment you walked in.
“Wow.” You said dopily. “I was really thirsty.”
“I can get you more, cheri. Take the medicine first.”
Your eyes opened comically at that as you looked to Regulus bewilderedly. “Why do I have to take medicine? Am I sick!?” You asked, eyes suddenly glassy in a way Remus did not like.
“No, no dove. It’s preventative, so that you don’t get sick.” Remus placated, sharing a startled gaze with Regulus.
You sighed in relief and opted not to ask any more questions as you took the pills, which both boys were thankful for.
“I’ll go get you more water, love. Rem, do you think you can help her upstairs?”
“It’d be my pleasure.” Remus said shooting you a wink. Usually, it was very hard for Remus to fluster you, but right now you looked like you could melt into the furniture from the slightest glace at him.
He loved it.
He loved you. 
The stairs were a bit of an issue but the two of you made it up them eventually with perhaps only one bruise to Remus’ shin for your efforts, which Remus considered a victory.
You were in one of Remus’ t-shirts and sat on the edge of the bathroom counter when Regulus walked in with a full glass as well as a jug of water. You looked like you could cry at the sight of it.
“Thank you.” You cooed around your toothbrush as you used your free hand to make grabby motions to Regulus. 
He was quick to obey your wish as he moved to stand between your legs and brushed some of the hairs away from your forehead. Remus took your moment of distraction to brush his own teeth
“I’m glad you had a fun night, lovie.” Regulus said quietly, pressing a lingering kiss to your head.
“Me too.” You hummed in agreement.
Regulus took a makeup remover wipe and began working at your face as you continued brushing.
“Who all was there?” He asked conversationally. You turned to your side to spit and rinse so that you could tell him.
“First it was just me ‘n Lily ‘n Marlene.” You slurred slightly, closing your eyes like a cat getting scritches on their forehead as Regulus worked your makeup off. 
“Mhmm, but more showed up?” Regulus continued.
“Mhm.” You parroted. “Then Dorcas and Mary came before Pandora and Barty showed- showed up.” You explained, having to pause for a tired sigh at the end of your sentence.
Regulus’ hand froze in its task of removing your makeup to look at you incredulously, causing Remus to choke on his toothpaste as he laughed. 
“I thought you said it was a girl’s night?” Regulus asked plainly.
“It was.” You responded quickly.
“And you said that meant there were no boys allowed.” Regulus continued as Remus spat and rinsed.
“Right.” You agreed.
Regulus sighed in exasperation. “Then why was Barty there?” He deadpanned, cautiously resuming clearing the makeup from your skin.
You scoffed dismissively. “Barty doesn’t count.”
“Why doesn’t Barty count?” Remus asked, though he clearly found this conversation to be much funnier than his boyfriend did.
“Just doesn’t.” You said with a shrug, sleep stretching the vowels out funnily as you swayed slightly with your eyes closed.
“Well...that’s just not fair.” Regulus said simply, discarding the makeup removed wipe. Remus pouted commiseratively at your dejected face at the sudden loss of Regulus.
Remus was quick to correct that as he wet a washcloth and grabbed your facewash.
It was a very awkward way to wash your face in this way, but Remus was more than happy to have another excuse to touch you – he wasn’t ashamed to admit that he missed you while you were out. 
“And did everyone else have fun, dovey?” Remus asked as Regulus took his turn to brush his teeth.
“Mhm. We went to three different pubs, and we danced, and we even sang karaoke at one of them! And then Barty would scare away the guys who tried to dance with us, which was very nice of him.”
Remus beamed at you even though your eyes were closed as he massaged the cleanser into your face.
“That was very nice of him, remind me to thank him next time I see him.” Remus replied, shooting Regulus a cheeky wink.
Regulus rolled his eyes and finished brushing his teeth, letting out a long-suffering sigh as he “supposed Barty could attend girl’s night if he really wanted to.” 
You named all the songs (that you could remember) that you had danced to or sung tonight as Remus and Regulus helped you finish your skin care routine and climb into bed.
“Oh! And then we played this drinking game called Medusa, where you all look up at the group at the same time, and if you make eye contact with someone you have to shout Medusa and drink!” You mumbled excitedly as you snuggled into Remus who was curled up behind you and you pulled Regulus’ arm into your chest like you were snuggling a teddy bear.
Remus could see Regulus’ lovesick smile as he used his thumb to move some of your hair away from your forehead.
“Yeah? Who lost?”
“Barty.” You answered quickly.
Regulus’ eyebrows furrowed but the corners of his mouth twitched in the ghost of a smile.
“Every time?”
“Yeah.”
“How’d you guys manage that?” Remus interjected from behind you, placing a kiss on your shoulder.
“We all decided to look at Barty every time we looked up, that way he’d always be looking at someone and he’d always have to drink.” 
Remus let out a boisterous laugh as Regulus chuckled and pulled your hands to his lips in order to kiss your knuckles.
“You girls are menaces.”
“Yeah.” You agreed on an exhale, melting into the mattress as sleep pulled at your consciousness. 
“Perhaps it’s better we don’t get invited to girl’s night, yeah Reg?” Remus mused quietly over your head, reaching out to caress Regulus’ face.
“Better Barty than me, I suppose.” Regulus mused, pressing a kiss to Remus’ palm before reaching over to turn off the lamp.
You must’ve already been close to sleep because you whimpered pitifully at the loss of Regulus. 
“No, no, amour. I’m right here, tu vas bien.” He cooed quietly, pulling your arms back into his chest. “I love you.” He whispered, punctuating the sentiment with a kiss to your nose.
But you were already asleep. 
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barblaz-arts · 2 days
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As someone who ships Chaggie as well, I want your opinion on this.
Someone made a kinda good point about Charlie and Vaggie’s relationship; the point being that there’s a power imbalance between them. Charlie is the princess of hell. She wouldn’t physically loose anything or be hurt physically if she breaks up with Vaggie. But Vaggie would loose both the love of her life and her home and friends if they break off. And so they see this toxic dynamic because Vaggie is “walking on eggshells” in order to stay in Charlie’s favor and not getting on her bad side.
So….thoughts?
The problem is people who say these things treat the terms "power imbalance" and "toxic" and "unhealthy" as the same things when they are not.
There is a power imbalance, yes, definitely. I constantly make jokes about the fact that Charlie and Vaggie have a forbidden love story in a Boss/Employee HR violation kinda way for pete's sake. It's just a lot more funny thinking about the fact that that probably has more weight than the demon/angel situation.
But the thing is, no matter what Charlie will ALWAYS have a power imbalance with whoever she dates because she is literally the princess of Hell, as they have said. Even if she dates a fellow hellborn royal, the fact that Charlie is in a higher position of power will always be a fact because her parents are literally the only ones above that. So what? Should she just not date anyone??? Also, isn't the one has a higher position of power but still loves the other a super popular ship trope? Rich x poor. Royalty x commoner. Goddess/immortal x normal human. Popular in school x the social loser. The list goes on. So why is it a problem now?
The fact that they think Vaggie "walks on eggshells" around Charlie is a bit...? I'm just a little confused you know? Vaggie is definitely not afraid of Charlie. When they had their fallout, she wasn't afraid of losing the things she was dependent on Charlie if they ever broke up(i.e. a home, her safety, money etc) because Vaggie damn well knows Charlie wouldn't do that. Everyone in hell knows Charlie goddamn Morningstar wouldn't do that. Vaggie was merely afraid of losing their relationship, which is a perfectly normal thing to be afraid of. Vaggie's dedication to Charlie isn't rooted in fear, it's rooted in devotion in the name of what she thinks the person she loves deserves.
The thing that makes Chaggie so great despite that power imbalance is the fact that Charlie is an absolute sweetheart. She isn't the kind of person who would take advantage of that power and Vaggie, as someone who knows her so well, is perfectly aware of that. Vaggie is safe with Charlie in every way that matters, and this is where toxicity and the unhealthy elements come into play.
Charlie and Vaggie as individuals have all the ingredients for an unhealthy relationship. As Husk so plainly pointed out, Charlie would rather fix everyone else's problems than help herself. Meanwhile Vaggie has deep self-hatred that seeps into how she feels about everyone but Charlie. They're both the type of people who would rather think about others rather than themselves. This is the root of their codependency, and why their relationship can be quite unhealthy. It's extremely evident with Vaggie, which makes perfect sense since she probably never saw herself as a person before Charlie.
Those flaws can so easily be taken advantage of in a relationship, but the thing is, do they do that? Do either of them think the other ever would? As Rosie did say...
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While Charlie likes to shoulder everyone else's problems, Vaggie looks at the love her life and decides she'll take some of that load so she doesn't get crushed under the weight of the world. Vaggie reels Charlie in by being the realist to Charlie's dreamer. Vaggie used to essentially be Heaven's living weapon, but she has now sworn to be the armor for someone who looks out for everyone but herself.
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On the other hand Vaggie's self-worth is shrewed because she's an ex-soldier who thinks she should always be under someone's service to be deserving of anything. But here Charlie is who constantly calls Vaggie her partner and blatantly treats Vaggie as an equal and still loves Vaggie "more than anything" and doesn't doubt that Vaggie loves her in return even after finding out Vaggie's lie and true origins.
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So are they good for each other? Maybe not, but there's still more of the show to see. They can be unhealthy, but not to the point that being together damages each other in any significant way. Their relationship is imperfect, which is fine. No relationship is. Especially not in fucking HELL. And perfect for a story because, yunno... They are still in an ongoing story. They aren't a lost cause yet. It's something they can develop from, something we can get to SEE them develop from.
Are they toxic though?? Are they harming each other physically, emotionally, sexually, or financially? Definitely not. Because although whether they're good FOR each other still remains to be seen, it is an undeniable fact that they are good TO each other, despite all the ways they could not be. The unhealthy elements are due to how they treat themselves, but their relationship can't be deemed toxic because of how they treat each other. And for now, that's what matters and that's why I love this ship.
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angel1kisses · 2 days
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。・:*˚:✧。 Always Forever
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➷Pairing: ̗̀➛ Riki x Reader ➷Synopsis: ̗̀➛ In which your boyfriend disappeared without a trace and left you confused. Was this his way of breaking up with you? Feeling abandoned and needing to clear your mind , you roamed the streets and found a box under a bench — there was a doll that looked exactly like your boyfriend. You felt strange about it , was it just a coincidence? It couldn't be... right? ➷Contains: ̗̀➛ Magic!Au ,Non Idol!Au, Angst, Fluff, self doubt, insecurities, reader has abandonment issues, Paranormal Activity, reader thinks she's going insane
Wc: 2.6k
(A/n) : I don't use the Korean age system in this work for the sake of the story line therefore Riki is an Adult as you're considered an Adult in my country by the age of 18. I know i've said that it would be written/released in April but i got too excited
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"I'm back!"
Silence , you were met with silence as you stepped into the apartment you shared with your Boyfriend — maybe he went out to buy some groceries? That's weird though , he'd normally text you if he went out to buy groceries and ask if you needed anything else. He couldn't be at work since he had a day off ,but maybe he was called in as an replacement? But if that were the case ,he would've texted you as well to inform you. Maybe he just forgot to do that , you thought and shrugged it off a little before sending him a message.
Your heart stopped beating for a second , an uncomfortable feeling creeping up to your shoulders and weighting you down as you heard a notification sound coming from somewhere in the Apartment. Something felt off. "Riki..?", You called out as you walked through the Apartment to investigate , not even bothering to take your shoes off. You looked everywhere but there was no trace of him , his phone was laying on the nightstand by his side of the bed. Something felt off and really wrong. Once again , you've checked your whole apartment to see where he might have been — even going as far as checking the basement to see if he was possibly down there since all the washing machines and dryers were located in the basement , thinking that he might be down there to put the laundry into the dryer. But yet again , there was no sight of him.
Feeling helpless , you went back to your apartment and sat down on the couch , scrolling through your contacts. This was so unlike Riki , he would never ever leave his Phone behind if he went somewhere. "Hello?", A voice could be heard on the other line after you had pressed on one of the contacts. "Jake? Do you know where Riki is?", you asked , starting to feel anxious as you prayed that maybe his friends knew about his whereabouts. "Riki? Doesn't he have a day off? No , I don't know where he is. The last time we texted was around 10am when he asked me something", Jake's reply wasn't helping you at all. "What did he ask you?", you asked , maybe knowing what Riki had asked him would help you. "Well... I'm not supposed to tell you as it was going to be an surprise for you but why don't you text or call him?", Jake was confused , not knowing what the actual situation was.
"Jake ....that's the problem, his phone is here in the apartment but he isn't here. I-I checked everywhere but I couldn't find him , I even checked the basement", you were fumbling with your words as the feeling of uneasiness started to grow. "Huh...? He never leaves his phone behind... That's really unlike him. Wait, let me ask my roommates if they heard anything from Riki", Muffled voices could be heard as Jake asked his roommates — Jay and Sunghoon, also two of Riki's friends — if they heard anything from the younger but to your dismay , they didn't. "(Y/n) listen , I'm sure he probably just forgot his phone and will come back to get it... We can come over if you want? You're probably really anxious right now", Jake offered , his voice gentle and caring — he had always been like a big brother for you, having known you since you were a child and being the Reason how you and Riki even met in the first place. "Yes please... my emotions are all over the place right now.."
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It didn't take long for the 3 Males to arrive , immediately engulfing you in a hug as you needed comfort. It might not show but they were also worried and concerned — this wasn't like Riki at all. He never forgot his phone , he was practically glued to the device , he never left somewhere without informing you beforehand so you wouldn't worry. "I've asked Jungwon , Sunoo and Heeseung if they heard anything from him or if he was with them but they also don't know", Jay informed you with a tight lipped smile , his eyebrows a bit furrowed knowing that this would just make you feel more uneasy but he had to tell you , every information counts now. "I've asked Felix and Chan if they could ask Hyunjin if he heard anything from Riki. Hyunjin said that the last time he saw Riki was this morning in the Dance studio. He said that Riki seemed kind of off and that he came to pick something up that he forgot", Jake put a hand on your shoulder , giving it a gentle squeeze.
You were just spiraling in a hole of different thoughts and emotions. Riki , where are you?
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A whole week , a whole week had passed and still no trace of him. You were having restless nights , your overthinking and worry making it unable for you to get a wink of sleep. Riki's friends had visited you a couple times in that week to check up on you or just be there for you , they were all like big brother's for you. You've tried to get the police involved , desperately trying to get them to put up a missing person report but they didn't do shit. Riki was 18 , he was an Adult and could do whatever he wanted — in their opinion , he probably just left or ran off , just feeding into your abandonment issues. They would only do something if proof appeared of it being something way more severe than just a missing person, like a murder case or something.
You tried to reassure yourself that this wasn't his way of breaking up with you , his belongings were still there —... but then again , he's rich , he could buy everything he had owned again whenever he wanted. Why don't you just accept the fact that he had left and abandoned you? Why don't you just accept the fact that he grew bored of you? Why don't you just accept the fact that you weren't good enough for him? The voices in your head were like haunting whispers , constantly putting stuff into your head that just made you feel worse. You needed a break , you needed fresh air.
Yet another sleepless night , you thought with a sigh as you lazily slipped out of the bed and moved to the front door to put your shoes on. It wasn't a chilly night , it was more of a warm night so you didn't put a jacket on as your hoodie would be enough. The moon was shining so brightly — a full moon , Riki would've loved that. He would've taken a picture of it and posted it on his Instagram story with a Mitski song, he loved the moon. Suddenly , you noticed something , something that wasn't there before. Had that box already been there when you passed the bench just 5 minutes ago? You could've sworn that it wasn't there before. You started to feel weird , something was off.
Feeling intrigued , you walked over to the bench and crouched down , pulling the box out from underneath the bench to look inside it. Your eyes widened in surprise as two black beady eyes stared directly into yours , a weird glimmer shimmering in them — there was a doll , a plush doll, a plush doll who looked exactly like Riki. What the hell? This must be a coincidence , right? But why did the doll look just like Riki , it even had the same amount of moles scattered across it's face , it's hair was dyed exactly like Riki's just that the bangs were down and not up like Riki usually had it styled. The doll was dressed in black trousers and a light beige colored knitted sweater. Without realizing , you had already picked the doll up and the stranger glimmer appeared again. You looked around a couple times to check if someone saw you before you took the doll with you — despite how creepy and strange this situation was , it brought you comfort that the doll looked like Riki... but why did the doll look so sad despite the smiling expression?
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"Do you think , I wasn't good enough for him? Maybe this was his way of breaking up with me", if anyone saw you , they'd think you were crazy for talking to a doll , your words mumbled as you looked at the doll sitting on the table. Your arms were on the table as you sat in front of it, your head resting on your left arm as you gazed at the doll. He looked so much like Riki...
"I think I'm going crazy..", you couldn't help but let out a small laugh of disbelief, you felt like as if you were going insane. For some reason, the doll looked even sadder than before despite the smiling expression , you couldn't quite put your finger on it but it was like as if the beady doll eyes were holding emotions. You couldn't talk to anyone about your self doubts and insecurities , not even Riki — you didn't want him to know how weak you were , how weak minded and insecure you were. He always made you feel so loved , so appreciated , so pretty yet , the insecurities were still in the back of your mind , eating all reassurance and confidence he built up away. "He probably grew bored of me... I always knew that I wasn't good enough for him. I hope he'll find someone who actually deserves him, someone who is good enough for him...I'm such a fool..."
No, No it's not like that! Don't say those things about you... Fuck, what am I gonna do? I wish I could talk to you..
What you didn't notice was that a crystal clear tear dropped down on the Plush doll's cheek , it's beady eyes filled with sadness , it was smiling while crying. Suddenly , the lights in your living room started to flicker which made you look up , your vision a bit blurry as your eyes got teary from all the insecurities eating you up — the lights have never flickered before and especially not like this. You were starting to feel scared as you watched the lights flicker , the lamp above your head starting to move a little and you immediately looked at the doll, was it haunted? You've heard about haunted dolls and paranormal activity before , but you've never expected for it to happen to you.
With a lot of hesitation , you picked up the doll and looked it straight into it's beady eyes, the strange purplish shimmer appearing again. "Are....Are you doing this?", as you asked the question , the lights stopped flickering and moving before it flickered again one time , as if saying yes. A shiver ran down your spine , this was getting creepy. "I- Are you possessed..?", you asked again but this time , the lights didn't flicker but instead one of your picture frames fell over. You set the doll back down on the table and walked over to the drawer it was placed on and turned it over — it was a Picture you took of Riki. Your head snapped into the dolls direction as you connected all the dots , god how could you be so stupid! Not only did the doll look like Riki , it was Riki! "R-Riki?", the lights flickered shortly again , as if once again saying yes and you immediately picked the doll back up.
Why didn't you think about it first , you completely forgot that he was a Wizard. You lived in a World where Magic and mythical creatures existed , now you were one of the People who couldn't use Magic — not everyone in this world could. "It's really you...Fuck...", realization started to kick in as you had just poured your heart and problems out to this doll , to Riki himself and you started to feel embarrassed , ashamed even but there was no time for that.
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"Yep ,definitely a cursed spell", Sunoo mused as he inspected the plush doll — well , more like inspected Riki. There was a sigil embarked on the back of it's neck , a sigil of a Witch. "Is there any way to turn him back?", You asked while Sunoo gave Plush Riki back to you , your arms wrapped around the doll as you held it close to you. "There is , yes. It's really simple. You know The Princess and the Frog? It's the same concept for this curse , a kiss of true love can turn him back.", Sunoo's reply bewildered you a little , it was that fucking simple?? You felt like ripping your hair out for not asking Sunoo as soon as you had found the doll , it would've saved yourself from some embarrassment. "But who had cursed him?", Jake asked out of curiosity , he couldn't recognize the Sigil. Every Witch had their signature Sigil , most Witches have those sigil so other's can know who the cause of a Problem was so other's would fear them.
"Most likely the Shadow Witch , only she would do something like that. You know how much she hates anything involving Romance and Riki", Sunoo shrugged and his reply made you curious but also confused , what had Riki to do with this? As if Sunoo could read your mind , which he technically could , he turned to look at you. "You know how we went to a Magic school right? Wizards and Witches were kept separated but there were a couple times were Witches and Wizards had joined classes. The Shadow Witch , a very gloomy girl. No one had ever noticed her as she was always hiding in the shadows , hence the name 'Shadow Witch'. She was madly in love with Riki , but it was borderline stalking. She always infused herself with the shadows and stalked him , obviously Riki was weirded out but didn't know that it was her as he had never noticed her. When our Graduation came , she confessed to him but he rejected her. In short , she is just being petty that you are in a Relationship with him and turned him into a Doll to take him away from you. If she can't have him , no one can in her words but she really is just crazy", Now that was really petty , creepy even and it gave you the chills.
"So...I just have to kiss him and he'll turn back?", You asked just to confirm on what to do but for some Reason , you felt nervous. Sunoo said that a one's true love's kiss would turn him back , but what if it didn't work? What if you weren't his one true love? You subconsciously chewed on your bottom lip and the lights started to violently flicker , as if Riki was seeing through your doubts . You took a deep breath and kissed the doll , your lips gently kissing the stitched on smile and a purple cloud formed around you. Warm lips were pressed against yours and two arms slithered around your waist.
"Never ever doubt my love for you , it's you and me , always forever", Riki mumbled against your lips before leaning his forehead against yours , his neck a bit leaned down to gaze into your eyes.
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yeeterthek33per · 11 hours
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Loved and Landed (Steph Catley x Reader)
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Steph lives a busy life.
There's her football life. Obviously.
There's her schooling life.
There's the life she lives with her friends and family.
And then there's the life with-
"Steeeeeph, come on, I wanna get there early, I'm not dealing with Katie leaving something for me to find, again."
There's incessant tugging at the sleeve of her red Arsenal hoodie.
Of course, her football life keeps her the most busy.
Especially when she has to drive it to and from home all of the time now that Kyra's living in the house as well.
It had been a hectic process, but the young midfielder had settled in quickly, taking in the familiarity of the Aussie herself and her club teammates' closeness around them.
Quickly becoming a child amongst the older girls on the team, much like a sibling to them, within but a few months.
That being said.
Kyra was a little shit.
And she knew it too.
A demanding one at that.
Hence why Katie had taken to knocking the young brunette down a few pegs.
Her cockiness was starting to show under the protection of the older girls, so the Irish captain had been messing with her enough to take the invincible mindset away from her.
Leaving her ultimately latched onto Steph now.
A lot.
"Seriously, Steph, please, I can't deal with her leaving shaving foam in my boots again."
The older woman raises an eyebrow at the pleading look on Kyra's face.
"You did this to yourself, Ky. Katie's only retaliating because you decided you were king shit enough to put hair dye in her shampoo."
The younger girl whines.
"Don't you think she's retaliated enough? I've had my shoes violated, my shin guards replaced with slightly smaller ones. I mean, the other day, my water bottle was filled with pickle juice. Pickle Juice! For gods sake."
Steph sighs, rolling her eyes slightly, grabbing the last of her stuff to shove into her pack, she gestures to the front door, to which the midfielder eagerly hurries out of and towards the car, waiting impatiently for the defender to unlock it.
"You've seriously gotta apologise to Katie or something. The girl has ten siblings, I can't imagine she hasn't spent her whole life dealing with bratty behaviour from little shits like you."
Kyra scoffs as she hurriedly buckles herself in.
"Rude."
"The truth."
Steph smirks at the small pout that forms on the other girls lips.
"Hurry up and drive."
"So bossy."
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As expected, they arrive with hardly any other people around, decidedly much earlier than any of the other girls. Katie wasn't the earliest of player's anyway, so Kyra really shouldn't be worried about her beating them there.
Still, the youngin looks exceptionally nervous as she peaks into the changing room and gingerly makes her way over to her cubby, scanning it with a ridiculous level of detail.
Steph can only shake her head, watching the young girl sheepishly wander around the room, checking for what may well be hidden traps.
Maybe she should talk with Katie about getting her to take it down a notch.
The Irish woman was nothing if not relentless when it came to getting back at someone.
The last thing the team needed was a midfielder with serious trust issues stemming from their infamous yellow card magnet of a winger.
"Ky, relax. She's not even here yet."
"Yeah, but you never know."
"Seriously, it's game day, relax, she won't-"
"Oh, hello, you two. Stephy. Kyra."
The ever so loud and joyful Katie enters the changing room with a bang of the door as it slams open and hits the wall.
Her smirk quirks up a little wider at the sight of the midfielder, who's looking rather sheepishly around her rather than at the Irish woman herself.
"You two extra early today, eh?"
"Ha, something like that."
Steph gives her a look as she nods in Kyra's direction.
"Give the poor girl a break, would ya? I think she's been thoroughly humbled."
Katie snorts in amusement, eyeing her up.
"Eh, she’s fine. I wasn't gonna do anything."
Steph raises a brow at that.
"....Yet."
There it is.
"Of course. Don't mess around too much, though. We still have a game to play, McCabe."
She lets out an unconvincing hum in response, right as some of the other girls start to filter in, Caitlin one of the ones to settle into her cubby beside the defender.
"What's up with the kid?"
Steph snorts.
"Ask your girlfriend. She's been torturing the poor girl."
Caitlin rolls her eyes, turning to Katie, who's now got a cheeky glint in her as she eyes up the younger of the three.
"Katie."
"What? I didn't do any-"
She stops at the look she gets from the Australian, grumbling as she relents and turns back to her cubby.
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Kyra's finally able to escape the locker room out of sight of the defender the moment the Irish woman is distracted.
Heading down the hall towards the physio room, she ends up coming face to face with and bumping face first into someone.
She groans when she rubs at her face and her backside from where she landed on it as she stands up again with the help of her assailant.
The person is stood in a royal navy uniform, a patch on her shoulder with three horizontal gold stripes and a small circled loop on the top, hair slicked back and tight into a bun behind her head.
'L/n-Catley' the name badge reads.
Confusion crosses her face which you quickly notice.
"You're Steph's teammate right?"
"Uh yeeaah? Who are you?"
"It's a long story and sorry about the bump there. I uh, I don't know if y'all know yet but I might need your help. The staff were nice enough to let me in but I need an escort here."
"Where are you going?"
"I got told to wait for one of the trainers in the staff room?"
"Can I ask what you're doing?"
"Waiting to see Steph, but don't tell her, it's supposed to be a surprise."
Kyra is extremely sceptical, but she leads you down the hall to where the trainers are situated and one of them recognises you immediately, hugging you and dragging you into the room.
She's even more confused when the staff member is nearly in tears.
Wait.
Navy uniform.
Here to see Steph.
L/n-Catley on the name badge.
There's no way.
"Are you... Are you married to Steph?"
You chuckle softly, rubbing the back of your neck.
"Yes I am. If you can't tell it's been a little while since we've seen each other."
"Yeah, I can tell, her house is far too empty for the size of it."
"Ah, so you're the new roommate. Kyra, right?"
"She's been talking about me?"
You nod.
"We would call every two weeks. When she found out you were moving to Arsenal, I couldn't tell if she was happy or mad because you'd already trashed her white towels."
"Hey! That was not my fault, the wine just fell... on it's own."
There's a sheepish look on her face.
You chuckle softly.
"She'll be fine, the pattern was ugly anyway, we needed new towels... Don't tell her I said that."
Kyra smiles at that.
"It's great to meet you, then... How are we planning this out?"
"I'll have my sister here sneak me somewhere I can wait and surprise her at the end of the game."
She nods.
"Alright, I better get going then before the girls come looking for me for pitch inspection."
You nod back and give her a warm smile.
"Oh, I'm Y/n, by the way, Lieutenant Commander Y/n L/n-Catley."
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The roar of the almost entirely red and white crowd as the girls enter the pitch is as usual, deafeningly loud.
Home games are always the most adrenaline instilling games, ones where their fans are always the loudest, chanting and screaming every time one of their own touches the ball.
Steph can still hardly believe it.
The growth in the game. Breaking records every single home match so far.
The FA Cup semi-final was no different it seems.
Her eyes subtly scan the crowd as she jogs out behind the others, shifting from clapping fan to clapping fan. There's an air about the crowd.
A massively high inducing air, one that she can feel in every nerve ending in her body as she practically bounces around the pitch in warmups.
She brushes it off as it being a semi final type of high.
Aston Villa would be a difficult opponent and she assumed that was the reasoning.
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It seems she's proven wrong in the first ten minutes.
It doesn't take long for Stina to score, the home crowd immediately losing their minds, and they barely have time to recover just two minutes later when the Swede swoops in for the double.
By the fourty-fifth minute, they know they have the game. Four to nil over the Villans thanks to a Stina hattrick and a goal from Frida. Her heartbeat is thumping in her ears as they approach the final minute.
This is the part they're in the dark. How many minutes left of stoppage? How much longer does she have to defend?
The players are taught not to worry about that. To just play until the whistle blows. And she does.
But she can't help the nagging awaiting of the whistle, wondering when it will go.
The moment it does, there's celebration, relief, and a lot of cheering and screams and congratulation from the air around.
A pair of arms and legs wrap around her from behind as Kyra jumps on her back, the young Australian whooping into her ear.
"Onto the finals, Stephy!"
The defender chuckles and celebrates with the team, the announcer shouting out the home teams win to wind up the crowd once more.
As they do the celebration walk around the pitch, the announcer announces player of the match, and then one more announcement catches her ear.
Her head snaps toward the tunnel the moment she hears it, heart stopping at the words of the female announcer.
"And finally, one last round of applause. Let us congratulate and welcome back someone very special to one of our own. Lieutenant Commander Y/N L/n-Catley returning from fifteen months of duty at sea with the Royal Navy."
And truly, there you are, her wife.
Dressed to the nines in your Black, long sleeved uniform, hands clasped behind you, standing with a wide, almost teary smile as you watch Steph bolt across the pitch towards you, catching her with little effort as she jumps into your arms, knocking the cap off your head with the force.
The rest of the Arsenal girls stand shocked, looking between themselves and their left back at the sudden appearance of a totally new member of the Catley family.
Before they can even try to work out who you might be to Steph, the defender has her lips pressed to yours tightly, tears streaming down your face.
The sensation of finally being able to kiss you, her wife. HER wife, has her trembling against you, her stomach twisting and curling as you hold her tight against you, your own hands shaking as they rest on her back.
It had been the longest stint you'd gone without seeing each other, having been on a cramped ship for the majority of that time.
Even having been used to long times apart, the immense relief of being able to hold your person, your love, YOUR wife, after so long. was like nothing else you'd ever experienced.
And you were glad you had all the time in the world to experience it now.
When Steph's finally able to pull back and look you in the eye, hands holding your face, eyes scanning your features, noting a small scar under your right brow, and then returning to make eye contact again with you, albeit very tearily, much like yourself.
Lifting your own hands, your thumbs swipe away the tears on her cheeks, leaning down once more to kiss her, forehead leaning against hers.
You take in the immensity of the screams of the crowd all of a sudden, especially the crowd around the players' tunnel.
With that, she buries herself back into your hold, her nose buried into the crook of your neck.
Your eyes scan the pitch, watching the applauding or shocked expressions of the players.
You'd already known her teammates didn't know she was married, however their shocked expressions still have you chuckling.
All except Kyra's wide smile as she watches the two of you and you give the girl a wink.
"I can't believe it. You're here."
It's half whimpered into your shoulder, and you just barely hear it over the crowd.
"I'm here. I'm home."
"They finally let you on leave?"
She's using a half joking tone beneath the watery chokes and sobs.
"Better than that, Love."
She pulls away shocked.
"You mean.."
You smile down at her teary eyed.
"I'm home for good, not retired but they're giving me an office in London. Full time hours still but I won't be needed for duty anymore."
She frowns softly after a second.
She knew you'd always hated the idea of an office job.
Catching the look on her face, you knew what she'd be thinking about.
"I don't care where it is, or what I'm doing. I'm just glad I'm home, with you. I've had my fill of travelling and front line work for a lifetime."
Leaning your forehead back against hers, you let the moment sink in.
You'd known it was coming for months now, haven spoken to your superiors, and them letting you know there was a position available remotely, you'd taken it in a heartbeat.
If it meant coming home to your girl, you'd have done anything.
A small throat clearing a couple feet from you, the team had moved to stand around the pair of you, eager to ask questions of the brunette in your arms.
You nudge her softly with a small giggle in her ear.
"Babe, I think they have questions."
"They can wait a little longer."
You don't fight her on it just letting her settle into you again, holding you tightly.
The moment she does let go, she's grabbed by the shoulders and interrogated by the team rather swiftly.
Leah stands arms crossed.
"Now Stephy, when did this occur?"
Steph sheepishly smiles around her at her.
"Alright alright, Gunners, meet my beautiful wife, Y/n. She's been in the navy since she turned eighteen, we met five years ago when she was on leave in Australia. We started dating less than a month later and she left on duty about four months later. We got married after three years, bought a house right before she left a year and a bit ago. We haven't seen each other in person since then. Until now, that is."
And just like that, you're immediately dragged into the group rather swiftly, squished into several hugs.
A firm handshake and then a tight hug from their captain, especially. The Scot making firm well you know how quickly she'd bury you should you hurt their defender, despite the fact you'd known Steph longer and you chuckle, nodding in agreement at the stern look turned cracked smile she lets go.
When you're finally free, Steph takes no time tucking herself under your arm and wrapping hers around you, looking up at you slightly with a proud, elated smile, eyes still slightly teary.
Returning the expression, you press a small kiss to her nose.
"Welcome home, Baby."
You shake your head.
"Congrats on the win, Baby, this is your moment right now. Go celebrate for a bit, we've got all the time in the world now."
She pouts but relents with a small peck and nudge.
"KYRA, YOU KNEW?!"
The shouts of the Irish captain make her jump but chuckle a little as a gloating midfielder teases the rest of the girls.
Yeah. She was in for it.
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One more loud banging on the bathroom door and Y/N could already feel her good mood slowly drifting away with every knock. She hasn’t been there for longer than ten minutes; yet Lando was behaving like she had been in there for a lifetime.
“For fuck’s sake, I’m almost finished!”, she shouted, getting back to her skincare routine. 
“We’re going to be late!”, he responded from the outside. How dramatic. There was still an hour and a half until they were supposed to be at the grid. They already had their breakfast and Lando was always quick at the shower. But everything was a reason to start a fight between them.
So when she opened the door, Lando was fuming. Y/N pretended that everything was normal and went to get her outfit picked for today, ignoring the stare he had over her. “I can’t believe they didn’t book us two rooms”, he complained.
“Well, darling”, she called sarcastically. “We are supposed to be a couple. And couples don’t sleep in separate rooms”.
Lando ignored it and slammed the door behind him. And just like she expected, he took ten minutes to get ready. Meanwhile, she did a quick makeup and was now finishing a few steps while he dressed up. He wore the usual: McLaren bright orange shirt, black trousers, a cap from his merch collection and all the fancy accessories he loves wearing. 
In contrast to his casual clothes for a race weekend, she picked a mini white dress, that definitely was a little more dressed up for the occasion. Totally contrary to his sporty style, but not overdressed for the event. Just enough to make him stop their banter and look her up and down with a smirk on his face.
“Don’t look at me like that”, she groaned, going back to the mirror to put on some lip gloss.
“Like what?”, he giggled, cheeks flushed by getting caught.
“Like I’m a piece of meat”, Y/N turned back to him, but Lando decided to ignore her words.
“You know I hate the taste of this lip gloss”, he commented, taking the tube away from her hands. “I’m going to buy you those minty ones. This one is just rubbish”.
“You’re not required to kiss me at all, Lando. I actually prefer no contact whatsoever with your filthy lips”, she smiled cynically before pulling the lip gloss from his hands. “Are you ready to go or not? You’ve been complaining all morning, but you’re taking forever”.
“Come on, let’s go”.
Today would be the first time Y/N stepped into the paddock as Lando Norris’ girlfriend. They have been out and about for a month now, soft launching on Instagram and popping out in different places all around the world. But today, walking into the race weekend together, would be a way to make it all official.
The response so far has been positive. Lando managed to finish P3 in a race after they popped up together for the first time, and a lot of people connected that with him settling down. Also, people seemed to enjoy them as a couple, considering Y/N is a super sweet celebrity that everyone adored. Them being together only made her popularity rise up so quickly. It was a win for both of them.
This weekend on the media pen, Lando showed up confident for the Miami Grand Prix. He was hopeful to do well at qualifying and have a great race Sunday, just like the previous GP. Then later that night, he was spotted out with Y/N for dinner, finishing their date at a bar, where they made out for hours and were photographed and commented on by everyone on social media. Lando Norris was in love, and it was making a good mark on his career, they all said.
But even with the good response for their relationship, Y/N was nervous about stepping into the paddock for the first time. She knew how many girlfriends of the drivers suffered from backlash from the public, and she feared she might have to go through the same thing. Also, knowing it was all a lie made her very nervous as well. In a few months, there would be a lot of gossip about her life and the reason why they broke up. Was it too late to back off this agreement?
“You okay?”, Lando asked, pulling Y/N out of her thoughts while she glanced out the window. She was being super quiet on their drive to the paddock, enough to make him question the reason. “You haven’t insulted me in ten minutes. Also, you look like you might puke anytime soon”.
“I’m nervous”, she admitted as she picked on her nails to keep herself distracted. “I mean, now I’m not sure this arrangement was a good idea for us. When it’s time for us to break up, there’s going to be so much speculation about our lives”.
“Welcome to the fame game”, he laughed sarcastically and showed no sympathy for her feelings. Lando was still pissed about this agreement, especially now that they were spending most of their time together.
The past month hasn’t been the easiest for them to pretend to be a couple. Every outing they had together was accompanied by a huge fight when nobody was looking. It sickened them both to have to pretend to be in love with someone they hated. As she kissed Lando, Y/N was constantly reminded of all the bad things he ever said to her. And on the other way round, Lando felt stupid for having to lie just for the sake of his career. Did he really need a girlfriend to prove he's any good?
Out in plain sight, Lando was a gentleman. He climbed out of the car and then opened the door for her. Y/N took the hand extended to her and laced her fingers with his. Both of their hands were clammy out of nervousness. Today, Norris had two things to worry about: getting a good position on qualifying and what people might think about his new girlfriend. Hopefully, they won't react badly like last time.
“Ready to be the new Mrs Norris?”, he asked sarcastically, as he pulled her under his arm so they would walk together.
“Don't even joke about that”, YIN was about to roll her eyes, but had to force a smile when she saw a few fans standing in front of them.
“Smile, first lady of motorsport”, he whispered in her ear.
"You're not that good to have me considered as first lady", she hissed back, but keep the looks for everyone around them.
Lando let go of her to say hello to some fans. He took pictures with them; signed photos, shirts and caps; and had a nice chat with all of them. Meanwhile, Y/N did the same with the people who recognized her, which was a fair amount. He was the rockstar of the moment, but she shined just as bright as he did.
“Lando, is that your new girlfriend?”, a fan asked while he was focused on perfectly drawing his signature on her cap. He cracked a big smile and nodded.
“Yes. She's pretty, isn't she?”, he looked back at her, and for some reason, she felt her cheeks heating up. Maybe it was the nervousness. Lando Norris would NEVER have the power to make her flustered.
"She is! My boyfriend and I love her show", the fan commented. “You make such a cute couple”.
“Thank you. Would you like a photo with Y/N? I promise she only bites when required”, he smirked, earning a smack on his arm.
“Lando, shut up!”, Y/N called out as she approached them, ready to talk to the fan.
And so they carried on with their parade around the paddock. All smiles and all the photographers and filmmakers attention. It wouldn't be a surprise if their “relationship” is featured on next year's season of Drive to Survive. Hopefully by then, their relationship will just be a story to tell. 
By the time they arrived at the McLaren motorhome, Lando let go of her hand to say hello to everyone. As much as she despised him, Y/N was impressed with his politeness with his team. He knew everyone by name and made sure to say hello to every single person he crossed. Also, to keep up with the looks, he introduced his "girlfriend" to everyone. The team seemed happy that he had found someone to take care of him. It hurt Y/N a little to be lying to all of them, because everyone seemed so nice. Even the people who knew it was all an act treated her nicely.
“Are you enjoying being a WAG?”, her PR agent asked, trying hard not to laugh at the face Y/N was making.
“I think I might puke”, she admitted, making her agent not resist cracking a laugh.
“You know, he's not as bad as you think he is. You might have started on the wrong foot, but Lando is a nice guy”.
“Well, that's the problem with him. He's nice to everyone but me”.
The rest of the day was one of the best acts of Y/N's life. Lando dragged her up and down the paddock, showing everything she needed to see. She had been to races before, but was never shown around by someone who actually understands everything. So if she thought it would be a boring day, she was fairly wrong. Also, being able to keep up with the good looks and not fight was the nicest part of the whole experience.
Was that how it feels to date Lando Norris? Getting to know the awesome world of motorsports, laughing at his dumb jokes, having kisses pressed to her cheeks, collarbone, tip of the nose and lips now and then. Feeling like an absolute princess, as she had the best time meeting new people. It was too good to be true. Dating him would never be that nice. In the end, that was all an act, and Y/N knew that very well.
Eventually, he retreated to get prepared for the free practice before qualifying. Y/N took that as some time to get something to eat and drink. With that, she ran into Oscar's girlfriend, Lily. They have met once at an event, but Y/N wasn't involved with Lando yet. And as nice as she has always been, she approached for a proper chat as the boys had fun with their cars.
“I have to say, I never would've thought you and Lan would end up together”, Lily said. “But I get it. Lando has that glimmer in his eyes every time he looks at you”.
“Does he?”, Y/N sounded more ironic than she wanted. Was Lily lying to her face just like that?
“Well, of course! His eyes scream how much he admires you”.
Soon the conversation changed to a different subject, and you got to enjoy watching free practice while talking about life, sipping on champagne and bonding. By the end of the session, they had exchanged numbers and were now friends. Y/N felt terrible as she lied to her. Lily was too sweet for the truth.
When practice ended, Lando climbed out of the car and went straight to Y/N, stealing a big kiss from her. Confused by the action, she only came to her senses when she noticed the camera behind him. All for them.
“Enjoyed the view, baby?”, Lando asked, hand still secure on her waist. 
“Yes, it was very nice”, she admitted, the nickname sickening on her throat. “Lily kept me company”.
“Papaya queens cheering for the papaya kings”, he joked, pulling her for a brief kiss before going to talk to his team post session.
Y/N knew it was all an act, but she was enjoying being around that Lando. The easygoing, always smiley and nice to everyone Lando Norris; not the absolute drunk dickhead she met a year ago. Also, not fighting with him is always a win. Even being alone with him in the driver's room didn't feel insufferable.
Lando was lying in his tiny bed with his eyes closed, trying to rest until qualifying. Y/N was keeping up with a few tweets about her presence in the paddock, feeling relieved with the good amount of nice comments on social media. The scariest part of this fake relationship was finally over. 
“They like us together”, she broke the silence, making Lando open his eyes. “I guess there will be no hate for us”.
“Thank God! At least we won't have to deal with negativity this weekend”.
YIN didn't recognize that Lando. He had never treated her as an ordinary person. No snarky comment or insults. It was just him being an ordinary person. Maybe the good mood helped a lot. After all, later that day, he qualified P2 and would be starting on the front now on Sunday. Everything was working in his favour, and the way he was treating Y/N was a consequence of that.
When the next day arrived, they repeated every action from Saturday on the paddock; walking hand in hand, talking to fans and smiling for the cameras. Y/N also had an even better time by seeing some familiar faces that Sunday. Being in the Miami Grand Prix made everything easier, since a lot of Hollywood celebrities came to see the US race. 
Lando's good mood carried on with him throughout the day. Anyone could just see his passion for the sport in his eyes. Sometimes, Y/N thinks that the way he acts with her on the paddock is a reflection of his love for his job. So him being in a good mood and treating her right brought mixed feelings to her chest. It was almost scary how comfortable it was to be around him this weekend, or how her heart softened every time she saw him just doing his job.
“I was thinking that maybe we could put on a show before you go in the car”, Lando suggested as he got ready for the race in his room. “Like a good luck kiss and a hug, maybe”.
“Yeah, that would be cool. The internet would love it”.
“And I also never had anyone do that for me, So I think it would be nice to know how it feels like”, he shrugged with a smug smile on his face.
God, she wanted to punch herself in the face because of all the mixed feelings on her chest. “So you never had someone giving you a good luck kiss before a race?”
“Never”, he admitted.
“I'll be honoured to be your first, Norris”.
And that's exactly what she did. When the time came, Y/N helped Lando close his suit and held his face between her hands. They didn't even look around for cameras, making sure it was all registered for their stunt. She just pressed her lips to his in a sweet kiss and smiled when he pulled away.
“Good luck, Lando”, she wished him, earning a beautiful and genuine smile from him. It was quite literally the first time Lando truly smiled at her.
“Thank you, Y/N”, he kissed her again before pulling her from a hug. 
For a second, both of them forgot about their little agreement. Lando pulled her for a hug because he felt like he needed that power up before jumping into the car. Then, if the hug wasn't so confusing, he slipped a headphone into her ears and showed her a spot from where she could watch the race. She didn't know if it was for the stunt, but Lando pressed another kiss to her forehead and went into the car. Little did she know he did that out of impulse, not because they should pretend to be in love.
Lando only noticed the camera once he was in the cockpit. Y/N was left shaken by his actions in the back, with her mind anywhere else but at the McLaren garage. She was only pulled back from her thoughts when Lily sat next to her and put a hand on her knee, offering her some company for the race.
And what a race that was. Both Lando and Oscar were flying on the track, with an excellent pace and a chance for a double podium for the team. Norris had his P2 secured through almost all the laps, until the weather changed, and a sudden rain made him lose control of his car. His McLaren spun around, hit the wall and was immediately retired, keeping him from finishing the race.
It wasn't a bad, concerning crash; but it was definitely frustrating. After a quick stop at the medical centre, Lando came straight back to the McLaren motorhome, where he locked himself in his room. "I don't want anyone here, please", he mumbled to Zak Brown before closing the door. If it was frustrating for the team, it was even more frustrating for the driver. A really great weekend down the drain, all because of some rain.
"He won't talk to anyone", Zak said. “I knocked and tried thrice”.
All the eyes at the garage turned to Y/N, his ‘girlfriend’, who didn't think twice before speaking. “I'll talk to him”, she said, promptly getting off her seat.
She didn't knock before entering the room. Lando was sitting on his couch, hugging his legs, face hidden behind his arms. He wasn't a loud crier, but she could definitely see him sobbing. When he noticed a presence in the room, he looked up to tell them off, knowing it was probably Zak. He was taken aback when he saw Y/N by the door.
Her heart crushed at the sight. The tears streaming down his face, the lifeless eyes, the semblance of someone who has been defeated. That wasn't the happy and full of life F1 driver she had the opportunity to meet that weekend. What Y/N felt at the sight of Lando was too strong.
“Please, Y/N, now's not the time for a stunt”, he started, but she cut him off.
“Are you okay?”, she dared to ask, making Lando surprised with the question. And for some reason, he decided to be honest with her.
"No", he whipped a few tears from his face and snorted. 
“I'm so sorry about the crash“, she dared to approach Lando and sit next to him on the couch. “You didn't deserve how it ended. You were doing so good”.
“Well, it doesn't matter now. It's clear that I'm a shitty driver, who's been having a shitty year because I can't properly do my job”.
The truth is that, deep down, what frustrated him the most was that he was finally proving everyone wrong. Proving he could get results and that he's a driver who belongs to stand on top of podiums. He didn't need anything else than results to prove that. And when he was finally getting there, the rain washed it down.
"Don't say that, Lando", she scolded him. “I know I'm not exactly friends and that I'm probably the last person you want to see now, but you're such an amazing driver. I got to see it all with my own eyes this weekend”.
“Liar”, he mumbled, face going back to its hidden place between his legs. “It hurts. It hurts that I can't win a race. It hurts that the team doesn't trust my reputation and is asking me to lie. Everything fucking hurts”.
Probably, Y/N is the last person he should be talking about this subject. But weirdly, it was too comfortable to blurt it all out with her. She understood him, and for some reason, even after all the hatred they felt for each other, she wanted to comfort him.
“I'm not lying, Lando. I know you don't trust my words, but I'm telling you the truth”, she said, resting a hand on his shoulder. And before she could continue with the speech, Lando wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her neck. Surprised with the action, Y/N rolled her fingers through his curls and let him cry as much as he wanted.
Frozen and taken aback by their position, she remained quiet as he continued sobbing on her shoulder. Maybe it was all he needed; a shoulder to cry on and some steam to let go off. What she wasn't expecting was what he said next.
“Talk to me, Y/N”, he asked, his voice bargained on his throat.
“What do you want to talk about?” She asked.
“Anything. Just… talk to me. Get me distracted”.
Lando wouldn't admit it ever, but her voice was calming him down from everything he went through. Her smell was keeping him grounded, and her touch was slowing down the heart on his chest. At that moment, he didn't care about the reason why she was making him feel that way. He just wanted to feel better.
“It was so nice to see you working today”, she admitted, making Lando’s heart skip a beat. “You can just see it in your eyes how much you love this sport, and how much you work to make sure you accomplish your dreams. Makes me feel really close to you, because I want the same things”.
Y/N was speaking from the heart. Without giving much thought into her words, she simply said what was on her heart. And it worked, because Lando had stopped crying. She could feel his fingers squeezing tightly around her waist, making her continue her speech.
“You did so good this weekend. P2 in qualifying and P2 through the entire race. Tell me about an impressive performance”, Lando looked up, now with a small smile on his face.
“I was really good, wasn't I?”, his thumbs were still drawing circles on her waist. 
“You were! I was very impressed. The rain was just a big unfortunate”, She admitted. “So don’t let this unfortunate event, that wasn’t even your fault, make you feel sad about today. You don’t deserve this after such an amazing drive”.
“You’re right”, he leaned back and cleaned off the tears that were falling down. “But shit, this is so hard. I feel like an idiot. I could’ve finished that perfectly”.
“I know it’s frustrating, but you can look at it on the bright side”, Y/N sat next to him and rested one hand on his knee. “You're well, and alive. And you proved that, with a good car, you can do spectacular things”.
“You think so?”, his eyes were gleaming, like he adored her, and she smiled at him as she nodded.
“You’re a great driver, Lando. Don’t let those tiny bad things get to you”, Y/N rubbed her thumbs on his cheeks and whipped the few stubborn tears that still dared to fall. He smiled weakly before resting his head on her chest again.
It was strange to be close to each other like that. And it was even stranger how comfortable they felt with each other. But they let it be, because it was finally nice to be in each other’s presence. 
“Come on, let's go back to the hotel”, she tapped his shoulder twice, making him get off her. Lando accepted the offer, too tired to talk to the media or his team, and took that as a getaway.
Y/N talked to Zak and he understood that Lando needed some rest, scheduling the debrief with Lando for the next day, when they would take a plane together back to the UK. Now free to go back to the hotel, Lando took Y/N's hand and they quickly sneaked out the paddock with the help of security.
They went back to their hotel room quietly, too scared that a single word would ruin the nice interaction they just had. Y/N had Lando into the shower the second they arrived and promptly ordered them burgers for dinner. 
“You're a lifesaver”, he opened a tired smile and found a spot next to her in bed.
“This will make you feel better”, she patted his knee and got comfortable on her spot.
They ate in silence, as the sound of TV filled the room. But it wasn't uncomfortable. For the first time ever, they didn't want to jump on each other's throat. And somehow, just being in each other's presence made their hearts feel lighter.
The comedy show went on through the night, even when they found their spot in bed. Lando ignored the second bed in their room and found himself getting cosy next to Y/N. He didn't know what had got into him - maybe the crash left him needy - but he pulled her close and caged her between his arms and legs. He fell asleep tangled with her, thinking that the way his heart was racing on his chest was a problem for tomorrow's Lando.
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Hello I had this dream last night and I need to share it with you!!!
We know the whole crew is invited to the Cannibal Cookout for the weekend.
So I imagine Al is gonna let cameras take pictures of him and Lucifer, that way the headline of his relationship with the king of hell will reach the seven pentagram faster(it was showed that he can take pictures when he wants to, since vox kept one). But that also mean he is gonna be exposed for the first time in probably forever. Like he is known for his terrifying radio podcast, which means that not many ppl know about his true form, especially new born sinners. So I can only imagine the surprise of those people to see the radio demon , the scariest overlord of them all, being a cute deer with a a fluffy tail and all the package that comes with it. Also Alastor mentioned to Lucy to ‘Wear your Sunday best.”, which might imply that he is gonna wear something nice as well…
It would be hilarious if Half of hell will start simping for Alastor and downright ignoring Lucifer.
I can imagine the internet exploding with Alastor pictures and people going like 'aww his ears are moving’ or something, sinners go as far as make fan club about him, meanwhile a certain picture box is having a mental breakdown…
~Valentino: “u know u can just say it that u want him”
~Vox: “Alright alright fuck yea I do and so Does half of hell. God damn it”
Meanwhile Angel reading through the chaos Alastor just unleashed
“oh he is so stealing my job already”
Lmao
OFC In all of this Al is completely oblivious about the situation he caused, so the crew tries to keep him out the flow, to not freak him out, which it’s not hard at all, since the dude doesn’t have a phone, but he does get a bit suspicious when Lucifer makes him wear something to cover his upper body, almost as far as making him wear an hat and glasses lol(I don’t see Lucifer as being who enjoys losing himself on new trends and gossip on the internet, so Angel probably showed him a innocent picture of them, but Lucy made the bad choice to go read through the comments. Nonetheless to say he was scarred for life, and decided to take it upon himself to protect Alastor’s privacy)
Also Alastor can probably sense when someone takes pictures of him, twitching his eyes and tail but otherwise leaves it be for the sake of maintaining the charade.
This was it ehehe, I kinda felt bad I woke up from that dream, I honestly wanted to know how it ended.
Either way I can’t wait to see how u are planning to go with it. Cause I just know u are gonna make me love every second of it😆👌
thank you for listening
Ps I wrote this at 5 in the morning a week ago, and I am not sure if I already sent it to u or my mind is playing tricks to me…so I am sorry if u already got the message.
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Heheheheh I love this! You have the BEST dreams. I'm so in love with most of Hell not knowing Alastor, or not really remembering what he looked like, since he's been gone (and Hell is expanding by the thousands every day, so of course there would be people who don't know him).
And so they see him for the first time and it's such a stark difference to what they were expecting XD He's developing a fan-base and Lucifer has to scare them all of (otherwise Alastor WILL murder. He will).
And no worries! I did get the ask from earlier! Sometimes, if it takes me a long time to get to an ask, that's because I want to draw some doodles for it like the pics above ^.^
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Photosynthesis (fluff)
Luke Castellan x gn!demeter!reader fluff
Prompt: It's spring clean at Camp Halfblood and Luke wants to bath in sun with you
I feel like i haven't posted in forever because i was busy grinding Stardew Valley. But im back so enjoy!!
Spring at Camp Halfblood was always an event. It was time for a deep clean of all cabins and the big house, sweeping the arena and taking care of all the minor things before the majority of the campers arrived for the summer.
As the counselor of the Demeter cabin it was your job to supervise the campers that took care off the strawberry fields. They had to be in top shape before the next season.
Today was one of the first sunny days of the year, even though with the wind it was still a little cold. You were shooing some campers around, most of them being your siblings but Luke also spotted some satyrs and a few unclaimed kids. Castor and Pollux both leaned over rows of strawberries, parting the plants and placing the spare ones into buckets gently.
"Connor, Travis, put that worm down!" You shouted across the strawberry field. The two raven-haired boys where running across the field, stepping on some plants and pestering the other kids with some worms they found in the dirt.
Luke smiled at you as he approached you, taking in the sight of you. You were wearing the orange camp halfblood tshirt, blue jeans and green flipflops. You were giving the siblings a killer gaze which left Luke laughing. He approached you quickly and wrapped his arms around you.
"You need to teach your kids some manners." You growled unhappy. Luke kept you in a tight hug and rocked you around a little. "And you need to take a breath." He mocked, pocking your forehead and rubbing over the angry wrinkles on your forehead.
You huffed and bumped your head into Luke's shoulder before you raised your head and kissed him gently. Luke smiled into the kiss and rubbed his thumbs over your hips.
"You look very pretty today." He whispered. "The spring gives you a nice glow." You smiled in return and couldn't help but to blush a tiny but. "I'm so glad the winter is over." You groaned into his chest. The winter always left you feeling dull and empty.
Luke rubbed your back up and down. "Agreed. I hate seeing you so sad because of it. Now you are blooming again, that's way better." He laughed slightly and you could feel the laugh vibrating in his chest. You grinned up at him but suddenly, there was a distant scream and two laughs. "Oh for heaven's sake." You grumbled angrily and pulled away from Luke.
You jumped over a few strawberry plants and stormed over towards the source of the scream.
Connor and Travis where hiding behind the Athena cabin, a metal bucket with some worms in the between them. Annabeth Chase, one of the younger Athena girls, was ducking away as they threw worms at her.
You growled angrily and raised your hand. One of the closer apple trees bowed down its branches and picked up the two boys by their hoods.
"Whoa, oh no." Travis shouted as he was lifted a few feet into the air. "And what excatly are you two doing here?" You ask sternly but cracked a smile as you saw Annabeth giggling in the distance.
"We were spreading the worm colony." Travis argued quickly. "That's right. So all plants have enough worms and become pretty." Connor added.
You rolled your eyes and let the tree hold them a little higher over the ground. "I am very sure that Annabeth is pretty enough and doesn't need the assistance of some worms." You argued.
Luke appeared behind you and stopped next to you, standing tall with crossed arms and a smirk. "Luke, help! She's being mean." Connor said, suddenly very whiny and you had to hold back a laugh. Luke chuckled and nodded.
"Mhh, sure. She is very, very mean. The most evil person we will ever meet." He joked and patted your hair.
"Can you please let us down?" Travis asked with big, innocent eyes. "No." You said unrelenting. "Please!!" They now whined in unison.
"Come on." Luke patted your back encouraging. You rolled your eyes annoyed. "No."
"What if you get a kiss for it?" Luke suggested mischievously. Connor and Travis groaned dramatically. You smirked at Luke. "You know what... it's a deal."
Luke smiled and leaned closer to you, kissing you gently which caused the siblings to make fake gagging noises. Luke pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours.
"You get another kiss if you let them go now." He whispered. You grumbled unhappy but dropped the Stolls on the floor. They both quickly got up and headed off in a swift pace, turning their heads a few times anxiously which made you laugh.
Luke wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. He let out a pleased sigh and peppered your neck with a few kisses which caused you to giggle. "Brats." You mumbled and leaned back into Luke's embrace.
Luke chuckled. "Don't let them ruin your day. Instead i wanted to ask if you wanted to go to the beach with me and do some photosynthesis?"
You burst out laughing. "You know im not a plant?" You chuckled and turned around to hug Luke tightly. "But i would love to lay in the sun with you."
Luke smiled and hugged you back tightly. "Awesome. See? It's photosynthesis."
You rolled your eyes but smiled widely. "Whatever you say, love."
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Strange Fascination
Part One: A Mocha With A side Of Your Sight
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Stalker!Mike x gn!reader
“Every morning, in front of you at last, I stand again, as if I'm enchanted. I'm still half-awake, the haziness guiding me towards you.” — Iced Coffee by Red velvet
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This story will lead to smut (not this part but the second) If you’re not up for that, do not read this!
Warning: obsession/ stalking | mentions of over-usage (with sleeping pills but yk) | Breaking in readers house
Notes: This part is meant to describe Mike’s fascination on reader and how he ends up breaking into reader’s house so, this part mainly focuses on Mike along side Abby. Part two will focus mainly on reader. (also this was revised like 3 times so, yk not that perfect)
Summary: After not seeing you at school to pick up your brother, his mind is flooded with worry. In an excuse to hangout with his sister, Mike drove near your place, observing your every move through the cafe window.
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Mike tends to obsess easily. Whether it's with re-living the events of his lost brother, collecting nostalgic artifacts, or reading a stack load of psychology books. It’s an innocent hobby and it’s not harming anyone, but lately, he started to be captivated by a new subject.
Four months have passed since Abby began attending middle school, but Mike can still vividly recall the very first moment he laid eyes on you. That fateful day remains etched in his memory, as though it happened just yesterday.
Despite the mounting stress surrounding his impending court case against his Aunt, Mike attempted to maintain a composed demeanor for Abby's sake. She was embarking on a significant transition, moving from her familiar surroundings to a larger and more complex educational environment.
As he patiently awaited Abby’s emergence from the classroom, his nerves were further tested when a stranger appeared and positioned themselves near him, close enough for the musky Vanilla scent to reach his nose.
Under normal circumstances, Mike would shy away from making eye contact with strangers, unless he had a specific reason to engage with them. However, on this particular day, he found himself inexplicably drawn to look up, and there you are, standing before him. In his eyes, you appeared as a divine being, an angel who had descended from the heavens, sent to watch over him and him alone.
Your presence sent a shiver down his spine, heightening his nervous energy while simultaneously eliciting a sense of comfort and security.
Though Mike remained silent, his eyes meticulously took in every detail of your visage, committing your likeness to memory. His behavior was not intended to be unsettling; rather, it stemmed from an innate need to capture your image in his mind.
Suddenly, you broke the silence with a timid "Hi," which caught him off guard. Taken aback, Mike responded with a soft, "Hello, you."
While seeing you for mere moments each weekday may seem like a fleeting encounter, Mike's keen observation skills allowed him to make the most of these brief instances. He meticulously studied your routine, scrutinizing the subtle variations in the timing of your arrival to collect your brother.
On Mondays and Thursdays, you could be found arriving precisely at 3:20, while Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Fridays offered slightly longer windows, ranging from 3:30 to 3:46.
Through diligent study and careful attention, Mike managed to piece together a comprehensive understanding of your schedule, ensuring that he wouldn't miss a single opportunity to catch a glimpse of you.
In addition to monitoring your schedule, Mike began to decode the nuances of your moods based on your daily attire. Although you generally stuck to the same color scheme, he discerned subtle differences that hinted at your emotional state.
For instance, a particular long-sleeve shirt signaled haste, while an oversized graphic tee indicated fatigue. Even minor alterations to your hairstyle served as clues to your mental landscape. Over time, Mike committed countless details to memory, even going so far as to surreptitiously follow your vehicle to ascertain your home address.
However, despite these extensive efforts at understanding and learning about you, the interactions remained limited to brief greetings - a tantalizing taste of connection amidst the vast sea of unspoken longing.
On this particular Wednesday, chaos reigned as students spilled from the classroom, jostling one another in their rush to leave. Amidst the pandemonium, Abby found herself standing beside Mike, sensing the turmoil in his gaze.
Intrigued, she queried, "Why are we still here?" Her question snapped him back to the present, and he stammered, struggling to formulate a coherent thought.
Remembering the purpose of their wait, he asked, "Um, Abbs, did your classmate... was it Gregory? Did he come to school today?"
Abby couldn't help but furrow her brow, wondering if Mike's preoccupation was related to you. "No," she replied briefly before leading the way, prompting him to follow reluctantly.
Attempting to shift gears, he inquired about the solar system project Mike helped her with.
"So, how did your presentation go? Did you score a hundred?"
Abby sighed, clarifying, "The science teacher never gives hundreds, but I managed to snag a ninety-seven."
“That’s still pretty good, Abbs. Don’t worry.” He smiled.
Mike struggled to suppress his desire to visit your residence, the concern for your well-being clouding his judgment. His anxiety threatened to derail his focus on the road, nearly resulting in a collision and earning him seven irate honks from fellow drivers.
Abby wondered if her mental prayers on the road helped them get home safely. She was now standing in front of the kitchen table, as his brother, still with his anxious look served her spaghetti. As she polished off her meal, she observed Mike's restless hands continuously picking at his uneaten food.
Unsure whether to approach him about his obvious distress, she hesitated, suspecting that he might dismiss her concerns. Enveloped by the deafening silence, she contemplated retreating to her room or remaining to offer support. Ultimately, it was Mike who broke the quiet standoff, tentatively proposing, "Do you want to go for a walk?"
This unexpected invitation perplexed her; sibling bonds between the two had predominantly revolved around shared chores, academic assistance from Mike, and marathon sessions of cheesy films.
However, the unfamiliarity of a walk piqued Abby’s interest. Sensing hidden intentions, she inquired, "Why?"
Mike attempted to deflect his sister's probing gaze, replying casually, "Just feel like getting some fresh air."
With that, he grabbed his keys and confidently declared, "I know a great spot."
Mike navigated his vehicle to a parking spot near the park, consciously avoiding your location to not seem suspicious. As they walked, Mike maintained a brisk pace, pushing Abby to her limits as she struggled to keep up.
After a few exhausting minutes, the excuse he needed to invite Abby to the coffee shop on your street appeared.
"Oh, you're tired?" he feigned innocence, wiping imaginary sweat from his brow. "I think I recall seeing a coffee shop nearby."
Upon reaching the coffee shop, the once-unfamiliar street suddenly held an uncanny familiarity for Abby. Though she couldn't comprehend the reasoning behind this sensation, she was relieved to see a genuine grin spread across Mike's face. While appreciative of his newfound composure, the peculiar nature of his smile continued to nag at her subconscious. Little did she know, her apprehension foreshadowed the depth of his new fixation.
Mike's gaze roamed the coffee shop, absorbing the ambiance - the warm lighting, the rich scent of coffee beans, and the soothing fragrance of lavender. His imagination ran wild, conjuring visions of an intimate date with you in this very locale.
He envisioned himself sitting across from you at a cozy café. As you brought the mug to your lips, he reached out gently, wiping away a stray dollop from your mouth. Your eyes met his, filled with warmth and understanding.
In this fantasy, he leaned in, lips meeting softly in a tender kiss. His fingers traced the softness of your cheek, feeling the warmth beneath his touch. The taste of espresso mingled with the sweetness of your lips, a unique blend that only you could create. In this dream reality, there was no fear, no anxiety, just two people finding comfort in each other's presence.
“What would you like to order?” The Barista on the register repeated.
Startled from his reverie, Mike hastily blurted out his order, "A latte and a mocha, both small!"
Aware of his volume, he flushed with embarrassment, but his impassioned state rendered him indifferent to etiquette. Paying for the drinks without delay, he claimed a seat by the window facing your house, his heart pounding with anticipation.
Despite the glaring sunlight and the parade of cars obscuring his view, Mike strained his eyes to catch sight of you through the window. Your shadowy outline offered solace, indicating that you were safe and sound. In contrast, your brother Gregory appeared increasingly agitated, doodling with shaky hands.
Concerned, you checked on him intermittently, hoping to ease his discomfort.
Your house consumed Mike's attention, leaving him oblivious to the arrival of the drinks. Abby stepped in to retrieve their coffees, presenting Mike with a gentle nudge back to reality.
"How's yours?" she inquired, attempting to break his trance. Snapped out of his daydream, Mike took a sip and confirmed, "Yeah, it's good." Almost immediately, his gaze returned to the reflection of your house in the mirror.
Fixated on your home, Mike caught a glimpse of you speaking on the phone, setting off a barrage of questions in his mind. Who were you speaking to? Was there someone else in your life? Dismissing the thought of a secret partner, he rationalized that he would have detected indicators of such-jewelry, perhaps a ring. Unless…
"You seem to like that house," Abby observed, taking a sip of her latte.
“I like the design. You know I wanted to be a—“
"Contractor," Abby concluded, and Mike nodded vigorously. His fascination with architecture was well-known, but the true extent of his infatuation remained shrouded in mystery.
"Hopefully, you'll get to live in a beautiful home someday, Abby," Mike responded earnestly, his stare fixed on the distant house. While not prone to overt displays of emotion, his wishes for her happiness emanated sincerely. He genuinely cherishes his sister.
"I hope you do too," Abby whispered, her tone laced with warmth. Pondering whether this excursion sprang from simple brotherly camaraderie rather than anything sinister, she allowed herself a flicker of optimism.
Though his gaze remained trained on your place, the tenderness in Abby's voice elicited a faint smile from Mike.
"Let's get a better look," she proposed, rising from her seat.
Inside, Mike wrestled with uncertainty, questioning the wisdom of their actions. Nonetheless, the need to observe you closely trumped his reservations, justifying this intrusion into your privacy.
“I like how you think.” He replied, following his sister out of the coffee shop.
Fortuitously, the absence of traffic allowed Mike to traverse the street without incident, his impulsive stride mirroring a moth drawn to a flickering flame. Unaware of the potential danger, he followed you with unwavering determination, guided by an insatiable curiosity.
While Abby visualized herself residing in such a picturesque abode, lost in dreams of interior decor, Mike scrutinized the property, seeking vulnerabilities. Numerous avenues of entry loomed ominously, igniting a protective instinct within him. The last thing Mike wanted was for a total stranger to be near your house.
Fixated on identifying threats, Mike scanned the landscape from left to right. His focus alighted upon a window, likely your room, taunting him with easy access. Steeling himself against temptation, he decided to not to cross that line- at least, for now.
The sudden noise of crunchy leaves being stomped upon immediately made Mike walk away from the property as he forced Abby out of there, yet his eyes analyzed the new stranger, walking cluelessly at your house with a box of Pizza at hand.
Relief washed over Mike as his insecurities dissolved, only to be supplanted by irritation at the presumed flirtatiousness of the pizza delivery boy. Perhaps he was overreacting, yet his protective instincts screamed for confrontation, longing to rain down retribution upon the perceived transgressor.
Yet, Mike resisted allowing his fury to dictate his actions. With a renewed sense of purpose, he hastily departed from the scene. Your safety brought him solace, but your home's vulnerability haunted him.
As the clock struck 10:30 pm, Mike found himself unable to sleep, despite having ingested more than the recommended dose of his sleeping pills. Typically, these medications ensured a swift descent into slumber, but tonight, they failed to deliver their usual sedative effect.
Despite the meticulously arranged bedding, the soft hum of nature sounds, and the impeccably positioned Nebraska poster, Mike's restlessness persisted. Could it be that thoughts of you encroached upon his subconscious? Unsure of how to quell his turbulent emotions, he lay awake, grappling with his feelings.
At 11:16 am, the silence of the night echoed through. In this deserted hour, as others slumbered, Mike contemplated a surreptitious visit. Perhaps, under the cloak of darkness, he could safeguard your sanctuary from unseen threats.
Wrapping himself in a mantle of darkness, Mike donned a black cap, hoodie, and athletic bottoms - attire atypical for him. Mike did this to devise an alibi. if someone sees him making sure you're safe (which he knows in the sight of strangers it might look weird) he can just say he was exercising. Perfect solution.
Mike walked on his tippy toes, making sure to make no noise, as he grabbed his keys and made sure the house was locked tightly. Locks secure, keys in hand, he commenced the engine.
Despite the pill-induced haze clouding his senses, his concentration sharpened as he navigated deserted streets, only semi-trailers punctuating his journey. Finally arriving at your residence, he prepared to watch over you from the shadows.
The closer Mike got to you, the more his heart raced, pumping blood like a freight train against his ribcage. Every step he took brought forth a flurry of emotions - excitement mingled with anxiety, fear intertwined with anticipation. The fine line between obsession and love blurred in his mind, and it fueled him further into the unknown.
He stopped mere feet away from the window of your room. Peering through the glass pane, he could see the faint silhouette of you under the covers, sleeping peacefully. A wave of relief washed over him, replacing the earlier dread with a strange sense of satisfaction.
He watched you breathe rhythmically, your chest rising and falling gently with each breath. Despite the late hour, there was something comforting about seeing you safe and sound.
His fingers traced the cold surface of the glass, feeling its smooth texture against his palm. A mix of longing and protectiveness swelled within him, making his chest tighten. He wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed next to you, hold you close, and keep you safe from all harm. Yet, he knew better than to disturb your slumber. This was as close as he dared get.
Mike's heart pounded in his chest as the lights flickered on inside the house. His instincts kicked in, propelling him into the nearest hiding spot - a cluster of dense bushes. He pressed himself against the cool ground, hoping to remain unseen.
What could have caused you to switch on the lights so suddenly? Were you disturbed by something? Or did you have a nightmare?
In the glow of the moonlight, he could see you standing by the window, looking out into the night. Your posture seemed tense and your hoodie confirmed it.
There was an unmistakable air of distress around you, which resonated deeply with Mike's own experiences. Could it be possible that you were going through something similar?
A wave of empathy surged through Mike. He wanted nothing more than to comfort you, to offer you a shoulder to lean on, a warm embrace to banish your fears away. But he knew better than to intrude on your privacy. Instead, he stayed hidden, watching over you from the darkness, praying silently for your well-being.
As you emerged from the room, Mike hesitated briefly. His instincts screamed at him to hide, to disappear into the shadows before being discovered. But something within him rebelled, urging him forward. Before he could think twice, he was lifting the window sash, the squeaky hinge echoing in the silence of the night.
Once inside, he hurriedly shut the window, heart pounding wildly in his chest. He knew this was reckless, yet it felt necessary. As he scanned the slightly messy room, his eyes fell upon the forgotten spot beneath the bed - a haven of security amidst uncertainty. Without giving it a second thought, he squeezed himself underneath, his body brushing against discarded clothes and half-filled notebooks.
In this cramped space, he listened closely for any signs of detection. Sweat trickled down his forehead, mingling with the grit and dust from the floor. He felt exposed yet strangely protected, like a child playing hide and seek.
"Sorry," he whispered under his breath, hoping you would understand his intentions.
Mike was already anxious, the adrenaline of being in your room and the effects of the dosage made him a panicked mess.
The sound of you entering the room sent a ripple of dread through Mike. His heart pounded against his ribcage, beating out an erratic rhythm that threatened to give him away. Sweat dripped from his brow, pooling in the dimly lit corner where he lay concealed. His breath hitched in his throat, each gasp amplified in the quiet space.
When you moved closer to the bed, Mike held his breath, bracing for impact. But instead of anger or fear, a scream echoed through the room. Startled, he scrambled back, knocking into a pile of books that had somehow ended up under the bed. Papers rustled and pages fluttered, creating a symphony of noise that seemed deafening in the silent bedroom.
"I'm fucked," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
To be continued…
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scummy-writes · 3 days
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One More Round
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Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Keith/Reader
Words: 2326
Tags: Some Size Kink, Creampies, (light) Overstimulation, Oral (reader receiving), Reader has She/her pronouns and vagina
Summary: It's a pleasure between the two of you to spend each night that you can entangled in each other's arms, but it doesn't always end with just one side of him fulfilling his desires.
For @portrait-ninja! Thank you so much for the support!
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In the dark of night, pleasure suffused the air in Keith’s bedroom. Labored breaths left your sore lips as one hand twisted the sheets beneath your fingers, the other tangling in Keith’s messy gray curls as his tongue continued its relentless lapping along your lower folds. Each long lick had you squirming, yet Keith gently held your hips down, keeping you firmly in place as he tasted your juices again and again, his mind too enamored with the flavor.
After hours lost in paperwork, helping others, and research that sapped away time, it was difficult hiding the desires ebbing within the two of you day after day. Playing up a false narrative for the sake of unspoken politeness was exhausting. Once confessing that your needs matched his, longing for blissful nights tangled within each other, Keith had been eager to comply and indulge. Now, leaving yourself at the mercy of his wide tongue and skillful hands had become a nightly routine, leaving you breathless and thankful for voicing your desires.
“A-ah!”
Once more, your back arched as he guided you ever closer to your peak, thighs resting on his broad shoulders and trying desperately not to clench against his head. Yet your writhing form didn’t deter Keith. No, it seemed to only spur him on as he switched to suckling gently on your clit again, using his free hand to tease your entrance, testing just how welcoming you were.
You squirmed at the sensation of his thick index finger easing its way inside, exploring your inner walls with a care you rarely gave yourself.
“Mmmore, please-!”
“Patience,” he murmured, kissing your tender bud.
Slowly, he dragged his thick digit out before pushing it back in, beginning a careful rhythm despite your whines for more. It was only when your nails dug into his scalp that he blessed you with another finger, your walls clenching so tightly around him that he groaned.
“Ready?”
You nodded frantically, but Keith stopped his tongue.
“I want to hear you…”
Gentle, always gentle, so much so that it almost sounded like a desperate plea. This man that could easily tower over you was begging between your legs for mere words.
“I want you,” you gasp out, rolling your hips to meet his fingers faster, “please, I'm ready, I can handle it, please-”
The words died on your tongue, transformed into a moan as Keith ramps up the pace of his fingers, pumping them harder at a tempo that has you seeing stars. This time, your legs do clamp onto either side of his head, nudging his nose deeper into your curls as he suckles your clit with a renowned fervor. His mouth stays firmly against your wet sex as you writhe once more. After the slow build up of ecstasy he walked you through, the pleasure makes your head spin as it hits its peak, orgasm causing your legs to shake- yet Keith presses on, lapping up every drop of your essence that you’re willing to part with and gift to his waiting tongue.
Keith only stops when your whines make it through to him, overstimulation of your swollen clit causing tears to prickle at your eyes. His head lifts then, illuminated by the moonlight pouring in from the window.
It gives your bleary eyes a proper view of your lover, half of his form bathed in the pale light, your juices coating his chin. It’s there, in the dead of night, that you feel as though you see the  rare beast in his eyes, looking at you with a renewed hunger.
When he blinks, however, his eyes skip away from yours, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Another easily recognizable trait- his shyness, catching up to him. His worry seeping in, noting how embarrassed you could get over how wet you became with him, over your stamina being less than his own.
Sitting up, you coaxed his gaze back to you with your hands on his cheeks, dragging him into another kiss. It’s with that movement that your gentle giant melts back into you, his concerns ebbing away as you pull him back to the bed. With each meeting of your lips, Keith found himself unable to bear the seconds between them, slipping his hand behind your head to keep you in place as he greedily took your breath away.
His other hand easily grasps your leg, pulling your hips flush against his, wordlessly encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. You eagerly comply, the stretch to accommodate his sturdy frame feeling comforting. The moment your legs lock around him, Keith rolls his hips against yours, his length rubbing between the folds of your pussy. Each rub has the head of his cock brushing against your clit, and a thrill of excitement buzzes through you at the sensation, lips breaking apart from one another as moans slip out unbidden.
It’s moments like these, where you can see the hunger etched across his features, that you’re thankful for your lover and his attentiveness. He knows how to prep you well, how to give so much focus to your pleasure, so that he can enjoy himself to the fullest as well.
“I’m sorry, I won’t be able to hold back-”
“I can take it, I promise.”
He looks apologetic, but his hand still moves between your bodies, guiding the tip of his cock against your opening.
And…Well, you could take it, but your breath always stilled at the sensation, your legs subconsciously tightening around his hips as his engorged head slowly slipped inside of you, the ridge of his dick making your toes curl as it pushed through. Keith, caring Keith, was losing more of his control as he inched his way inside, his brows furrowing together as he groaned.
“Always…So warm for me…”
His name is a keen on your lips, and it spurred him further, his grip firm on your hips as he sinks  the rest of his cock inside of you in one movement.
“Gods-” The groan that leaves his lungs does nothing but spike your arousal, and you’re suddenly aware of just how sensitive you still are from earlier. Even with him giving you time to adjust to his girth, shivers of pleasure run over your skin- you’re not going to last long this time.
It goes unnoticed by Keith, who is sliding his cock out just far enough to where his tip still remains inside of you, then snaps his hips back against yours. Crying out wasn’t enough, no, the second he starts up a steady pace, your nails are at his shoulders, etching in the words you can’t speak into his skin. 
“Ah, you’re sucking me in- ngh!”
The pain doesn’t deter Keith in the slightest, too enamored with the way your walls coax him further with each powerful thrust, losing himself to the pleasure you’re blessing him with. Now, his hands slide up your thighs, impulse taking over him as he grasps under your knees, pushing until he’s able to comfortably pin you down like this- knees to your chest, as he uses the leverage to fuck deeper into you.
Fuck words, you’re too busy trying not to scream as Keith continues, the intensity of his thrusts causing the bedframe to shake, rattling against the wall and surely leaving scuffs. Biting your lip, knowing how your mewls were slipping out regardless, you tried desperately to grasp onto any bit of him you could, your next orgasm approaching fast with Keith’s nonstop pounding.
It's a wonder you manage to muffle the sounds of pleasure overtaking you. Your legs strain as he continues to hold you in place, pumping himself into you with near reckless abandon. 
Keith, sweet Keith, can't help himself. He's so focused on chasing his pleasure, on losing himself to the feel of your pussy begging to squeeze him dry, that he doesn't fully register that you've cumed and that you're being overstimulated further with each thrust he delivers.
Instead, he murmurs your name fervently, mixed with words of love, of encouragement, of “yes”.
When he cums, it's after he pushes himself as far into your depths as he can manage, pouring his love into you with a groan. 
He lingers, breath ragged. It seems to take everything inside of him to pull out of your warm cunt, letting your legs finally hit the mattress. You’re so focused on regaining your clarity that you nearly miss the sensation of his cum seeping out of you. Until you catch a view of his face, and how he’s unable to tear his gaze away from the sight.
.
Keith was restrained in public, and undoubtedly shy, but after sex he wasn’t as demure as he could be. His confidence was secure in the moment, too full of your love to question himself just yet.
So his firm kisses to your jaw, in the warmth provided by the cascading water of the shower the two of you were in, moving to the back of your neck… The crook of your shoulder… They weren’t a shock, but a nice surprise as you let out a pleased sigh, happy to be pampered even more.
However, when teeth came into play- pressed against your skin, nipping enough to leave a mark, that was the first sign you had.
Followed by hands caging you against the shower wall.
No, your timid lover had slipped away again. Lost to another part of his mind, a more impatient one. 
His broad chest pressed against your back as he crowded you, the rumble of his low chuckle intoxicating to hear.
“‘Bout time the two of you finished,” his thick length rubbed against your ass as he spoke, excitement causing it to stand erect once more, “are you ready for my turn, little flower?”
Were you?
You didn’t get a chance to speak before he tipped your chin up, leaning over to capture your lips between his. Even though it was the same body stealing kisses, it felt so different from what you had just experienced. Soft lips were rough against your own, demanding your attention with the intensity of each kiss.
It was difficult to break apart, but once he seemed satisfied enough at the taste of you, you managed, “I’m pretty tired, so I won’t last long-”
“Mmm, that’s what the wall is for.”
With a smirk, Keith pinned your hands against the wall in front of you, his hands engulfing yours quite easily. As you readied yourself, head swimming at his tall body flush against yours, you felt the head of his cock rub against your pussy, a breathy laugh slipping out.
“Tired, huh? You’re so wet for me though.”
“Well that’s- mph!”
There was no warning as his length pushed into you, a heady moan escaping you as your inner walls eagerly clenched around him once more.
“Mm, feel that? Feel how your cunt is sucking me in already?”
That tantalizing drawl against your ears alighted your skin once more, but the way the tile walls seemed to carry the sounds had your head spinning. His body still pressed firmly against yours, letting you feel every ridge of his muscles, the way he towered over your figure. You felt so small like this, and Keith knew it. 
His hand slipped between your thighs, swiping circles around your swollen nub and chuckling at the way you jolted initially. But the longer he continued, still resting his cock deep inside, you felt that build up of pleasure again, and your legs trembled.
“He really did a number on you this time, huh?” Teeth nibbled at your ear, drawing out whimpers from your sore lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep ya steady.”
Finally, his wandering fingers left your clit alone. The small reprieve of delicious torment was pleasant, until his hands moved to your hips, grabbing firmly and keeping your pelvis a step away from the wall.
“Can’t be as nice as he would be, but I’ll make it quick so you can rest,” he murmured, planting a chaste kiss to your shoulder, “tell me if it’s too much.”
At your nod, Keith pulled his hips back to let his cock slide halfway out of you, before driving it back in hard. From that moment, you firmly planted your hands against the wall, a gasp leaving you- until his next thrust was just as powerful, his hips snapping at a pace you weren’t mentally prepared for.
You can’t help it, each time he pounds his cock inside of you, you’re having to lean more of your weight against the wall to keep some lucidity, but the tiles betray you again. Each slap of wet skin seems to reverberate due to the walls, your own lewd mewls and groans echoing in your head, aiding in the bliss overwhelming your body. If it wasn’t for Keith keeping your lower half steady, your trembling legs wouldn’t be able to keep you standing.
“A-ah, you’re clampin’ down real tight. Wanna milk me for all I’m worth, huh?” With his breathy words, Keith begins to trade the speed of his thrusts for depth, slowing down to make each pump of his cock hard enough to shake you, “just a little longer, flower, I’ll give it to ya.”
Another snap of his hips, and you're curling your toes, crying out as he keeps pushing past your own orgasm. And each rough thrust after that, he’s murmuring encouragement to you, commending you for continuing to take him again and again, until finally with one last thrust, his warm seed spills inside of you, taking both of your breath away.
Just as before, he lingers, but remains lucid enough to continue his exhausted praise, peppering it across your shoulders and neck.
And just as before, when he finally pulls his girth out of your tired pussy, you can feel the remnants of your night together, dripping out once more.
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As said before, this is a fanfic for @portrait-ninja. She requested what to be included, as well as reviewed it to make sure it was to her liking. I do not want to hear any critisms, as this was completely written for her.
I am happy to have an actual Keith fanfic out now!! I feel guilty, I really do enjoy Keith, but my other favorites occupy my brain and inspo a lot more. This may be because I am always satisfied with the Keef-tent (keith content) that I run into? They've explored everything I wanted to do with him and more, haha!
This was a fun piece to write! I hope everyone enjoys it, thank you for reading!
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mochinomnoms · 14 hours
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Does all of Coral Sea know of Floyd and Jades future mates? Cause I was wondering if they made a public “announcement ” of them to where maybe others know now not to get too close or else potentially suffer under their wrath. Or is it a more only family friends/family know like in Tony, Azul and Aspens case?
-🧀anon
Hmm, I'm assuming this is referencing PTM right? No, they don't announce it. Really, they don't mean for the people closest to them to be aware of their feelings. But it's quite noticible when one of the twins gets a crush.
Floyd will talk a lot about something once it's caught his interest. My people with the tism will understand, it's like when you get a hyperfixation and can't stop thinking or talking about it? Floyd's like that. When the others hear him gush about Riddle, about how funny he is, how small and cute he is, how Riddle kicked his ass their first meeting, everyone just assumed he would lose interest within a few weeks. Maybe months even. But Floyd's interest in Riddle has persisted…much longer than anything else he's ever been interested in. And his comments become less teasing and more soft, talking about how cool Riddle looked riding his horse, how he changed his tie into a bow, how he's been eating more sweets like tarts as of late. Then it turns into, "didja know that Goldfishie really likes strawberries? He just eats them up!" or "Goldfishie's real smart, I bet I could get away with asking him to tutor me to hang out. Nah I don't need it, I just want to mess with him." or even "I saw Goldfishie in the infirmary the other day, he was sleeping. He looks really pretty, peaceful like that." But the real thing that made everyone realize that there was something more is when he started referring to Riddle by name in his comments. Actual names are reserved for people he actually cares about, people that he would want to make an effort for to know them and their names. Just like how Azul is Azul, not Lil Octy, Riddle is Riddle, not just Goldfishie in his eyes.
Jade is surprisingly less subtle. It might be because be doesn't normally rant to people about his fixations, only going off in tangents once in a while. So when he starts talking about Yuu, it's immediately noticeable. More so when he doesn't shut up about them. The difference between Floyd and Jade is that Jade is aware that the others know, Floyd thinks he's being slick with it. It's why Jade can take teasing from the others relatively well, he knows they know and is mostly fine with it. At least until one of them attempts to get involved for his sake. Floyd and Azul have offered to fabricate scenarios, make comments, and help push Yuu to him. Usually in exchange for him doing something, or to stop growing his mushrooms in certain areas of the dorm. Aspen and Tony are the opposite, Aspen especially willing to get Yuu into scenarios that would make them unattractive or unavailable in Jade's eyes. Most recently, this we see this in the last chapter when Aspen is pushing Wynfred to go out with Yuu. Jade's not happy about it, Yuu is embarrassed, and Aspen is just trying his best to get Jade for himself. Tony eventually gets dragged into any trouble that Aspen gets himself into, willingly or not. Though, he is prone to gossip with Floyd and listen to his rambles about Riddle. He's surprisingly insightful, though that would require Floyd to listen to his advice.
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rottenpumpkin13 · 3 days
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So, you did sick Gen, but how does everyone else act while sick?
• Sephiroth has the immune system of an ox, and rarely—if ever—gets sick. So when he is hit with the flu or some other common illness, he acts as if he has the plague. But he's not overtly dramatic about it. For reasons likely linked to his childhood being cared for by Hojo, he often chooses to retreat somewhere and suffer alone instead of being taken care of. But if someone finds him they will think he's dying.
*Zack finds Sephiroth on the floor, in fetal position in a dark corner of the break room*
Zack: Sephiroth! What happened!?
Sephiroth: The illness has taken hold of me, Zack. I'm not sure how long I have left. I did not expect to perish pathetically this early, but I've made peace with my fate.
Zack: What do you have??
Sephiroth: A common cold.
Zack:
• In the same vein, Genesis has the immune system of a common medieval rat, but is vocal and loud about it. He wants everyone to know just how miserable he is so that they give him attention and sympathy. Genesis is so dramatic when he's sick, in fact, that if he ever contracted an illness with no cure, he'd abandon everything and start upon a war path until he found one. OH WAIT.
*Genesis is laying sick on the couch while Angeal and Sephiroth work*
Genesis: Sigh.
Angeal & Sephiroth:
Genesis: SIGH.
Angeal & Sephiroth:
Genesis: Oh for fucks sake. *Sets a couch cushion on fire*
Angeal & Sephiroth: GENESIS
Genesis: YES GIVE ME ATTENTION
• Angeal doesn't believe in sickness, so when he's not fussing over his sick friends and going "oh come on, it's not thaaaat bad, you're fine!" (<- something he once said to Genesis, who was puking up blood) He's refusing to acknowledge his own illness and "powering through it."
Sephiroth: Angeal, are you alright?
Angeal: Never felt better.
Sephiroth: Are you sure? You must be cold, you're trembling.
Angeal: I'm just excited to start the day.
Sephiroth: Your lips are blue. That's not normal.
Angeal: Men can wear lipstick too, Sephiroth, don't be toxic.
Sephiroth:
• As much as Zack would love to have Angeal's willpower, slay a horde of tonberries whilst simultaneously coughing up snot and continue to be a hero like it's no big deal, he can't. He tries, but the more he exerts himself, the more the illness soaks up his energy and he becomes weaker. Zack isn't used to not having energy and it bothers him. He becomes irritable, stressed and moody.
Sephiroth: Would you like some tea?
Zack: wOuLd yOu LiKe SoMe TeA?
Sephiroth:
Zack:
Sephiroth:
*Zack starts crying*
• Cloud is the only normal one here. He got sick? Bummer, he still has work and a mountain load of responsibilities that won't wait for him to get better, so he toughens up and takes his medicine at reasonable hours (he has a tendency to forget to take medicine when he's sick but shhhh), he drinks liquids, he sees the doctor, all is well.
Lazard: Strife, I hear you, Zack and the entire First Class caught the flu.
Cloud: We did.
Lazard: Where's Sephiroth?
Cloud: Sleeping in the cupboards in the break room.
Lazard: Angeal?
Cloud: They locked him in a closet to stop him from working.
Lazard: Zack?
Cloud: He cussed out Tseng in a fit of rage and I haven't seen him since.
Lazard: Genesis?
Cloud: He's out selecting a coffin for himself.
Lazard: And you? Why are you on duty instead at home, resting?
Cloud: Because I'm poor, director.
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melanieph321 · 8 hours
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You and Jude met a few days before going to SGP for international duty in a club or something.
You guys click right away and there’s so much chemistry and you end up spending the whoooooole night together, you have breakfast in bed the morning after and off he goes to SGP. You start texting and there’s more attraction between you two and he keep saying that he can’t stop thinking about you and it’s the same for you.
He invites you to the first friendly with Brazil and you don’t know if it’s appropriate going as families and partners will be there and ofc his parents.
You end up going and he introduces you as his friend but most of the guys know each one of his friends and they had never heard of you so they know there’s more, same for his parents as they catch you talking deep and they notice his soft look for you.
This is so good! 😭
SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS (DAY 4)
Jude Bellingham x Reader - Capture Me Part 1/2
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You had always been passionate about photography, and as a photography student, you were always on the lookout for opportunities to hone your skills and earn some extra money. So when your teacher asked you to help her out with a shoot, you did not hesitate to take the job. However, when she gave you the adress to where the shoot would be happening, you had to read the text message twice, one time out loud,  just to make sure that you hadn't gotten it wrong.
"Wembley Stadium?" You frowned. "What the fuck am I doing at Wembley Stadium?"
Turns out that your teacher had a life outside of teaching university kids how to adjust their lenses. Apparently she owned her own model agency that specialized in Sports photography, hence today's job - shooting England's national men's football team ahead of their fixture against Brazil.
You were a bit nervous at first. You had never photographed for a sporting event before. Thankfully your teacher put you on portrait duty whilst she took care of capturing the players in action. It turned out to be a really fun shoot. One of the best gigs you've ever gotten. The football players were a fun and energetic bunch, and they were eager to show off their skills and personalities to your camera. Some of them were constantly moving around, striking poses even though you didn't ask them to. It was helpful at times but not always.
Despite the chaos, the football players were incredibly friendly and curious about you and your job. You found yourself laughing and joking with the players, all of them except for one.
"Is this gonna take all day, or what?" Said Jude Bellingham. He was called in to stand behind your camera but seemed a bit on the edge to.
"Just chill out, Jude, she'll just be a minute." Said one of his teamsmates, telling him off. Jude took it as a joke, though. "Yeah, but you lot get to go to lunch already whilst I'm still stuck here."
You had just gotten to readjusting the lighting but was immediately struck by his confidence and charisma. However, you were determined to focus on your work rather than letting his cocky demeanor distract you.
You snapped a shot.
"Hey?"
Jude had his eyes closed in that one so you snapped another shot.
"Hey, I wasn't ready."
You snapped another shot. And another.
"For fuck sakes...Now I know you're joking with me."
You ignored him, eyes narrowed at your laptop screen.
"Fascinating." You muttered.
Jude frowned.  "What is?" 
Looking at your computer screen you couldn't help but notice the way the light reflected off his muscles and the way Judes smile lit up his entire face.
"Is something wrong?"
You looked up. Jude was looking at you with a bit of concern in his eyes. Heat rose to your face. "No. Of course not."
"Oh. Okay." He nodded. "So am I done?"
"No."
"No?"
"No. It's just..." You were blushing now. Blushing like a fool. "I meant to say that you are really photogenic."
"And what does that mean. That I'm hot?"
"No, and yes." You laughed, avoiding snorting like a pig. "I guess you can say that you're photos are good looking, but it's more about the fact that you are totally made to be behind the camera." You said, cringing internally.
"Aren't you the one behind the camera?" Jude smirked.
You shook your head. A sign to hold back on the compliments towards a guy who probably gets them everyday.
"But you are." He said, still with his eyes curiously checking you out.
"I am what?"
"Technically you are the one behind the camera not me."
You sighed. "Yes, maybe I am."
He smiled, having proven his point.
It was a sweet moment. A brief moment that you share with Jude, where the two of you were shyly glancing at each other, not really saying anything. Nevertheless, the shoot continued with Jude posing behind the camera, showing of the men's football kit for this year.
Despite his initial arrogance, Jude turned out to be a lot of fun to work with, and you found yourself enjoying the shoot more than you expected. Perhaps that's what led you to take up his offer when he asked....
"So are you having lunch with us or...?"
"Um...I don't know?" You said, not sure if your teacher mentioned that lunch would be included today.
"Come on." Jude waved. "I'm sure the guys can spare you a sausage."
"Thanks Jude, that's really sweet of you." But you had yet packed away all of your photography tools. They were supposed to be loaded onto your teachers van and taken back to her agency. "I don't think I'm gonna make it to lunch, I still have a job to do."
"Okay." He said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the door frame. "If not lunch, how about dinner?"
"Pardon?"
He smiled at your reaction. "I'm asking you to dinner. Are you free tonight?"
You frowned. "Do you even know my name?"
"Do I have to?"
You rolled your eyes.
"Fine." He sighed. "I'm Jude Bellingham, what's your name?" He offered you a hand.
You took it and shook it firmly. "It's Y/N."
His eyes widened in suprise, a slight twitch in the corner of his lips. "Hello Y/N, are you free to go out to dinner with me tonight?"
"No."
"Oh, come on."
You laughed. "Fine. But nothing fancy."
"Why not?" He frowned.
"Why not? Don't people follow you with cameras everywhere you go? I don't want to be a part of that."
"Too bad." He shrugged. "I've been told that that I'm very photogenic."
"Shut up." You laughed and shoved him out of the room, shouting: "I'll leave my number with the people at the ticket outlet!"
"Alright, talk to you later Y/N."
"Bye, Jude."
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thechaoticdruid · 17 hours
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Astarion x Named!Tav
Plot: After setting up camp in the Underdark the weirdos start to reminisce of past lovers, which also brings a curious question to light. How come Winnie had no lovers before Astarion?
Content/Warnings: MDNI SMUT
F!MC, MC uses she/her pronouns, insecurities, chubby mc, flashbacks, unrequited love, bullying, Little Winnie being feral, Winnie is just feral in general, violence, blood, gore, some piv smut at the end, fingering, conflicted Astarion, angst, comfort.
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“Arrg! You asshat!” Winnie shouted hanging onto the back of the minotaur as it bucked and jerked around, trying to shake the druid off. The brunette-haired woman grabbed hold of the horns as she held on for dear life. “I could use a little help here!” She said with annoyance, her scimitars had been discarded onto the ground, leaving her weaponless and it was honestly too risky to try to cast a spell while being slung around.
Astarion aimed his bow at the beast, arrowhead trying to align with the minotaur’s head. The arrow came fast, but unfortunately the bull man jerked out of the way. Winnie let out a yelp as the arrow grazed the armor of her shoulder.
“Astarion!” The druid growled out.
“Apologies darling, it's hard to aim when the stupid cow keeps moving!” Astarion replied with a hint of annoyance.
“AHHHH!” Karlach suddenly screamed, flames surrounding her as she went into a rage. The fiery tiefling charged forward with her great ax, taking a swing at one of the minotaur’s legs and hacking it right off. Winnie let out a shout as the beast fell forward, dragging her along with it! Winnie fell right onto Astarion, sending him tumbling over as Karlach proceeded to repeatedly hack and slash at the monster, each swing separately another limp from the beast's body with a sickening crunch sound. The tiefling let out another loud scream as she just kept hacking and slashing into the beast, turning its body into a bloody pile of viscera. 
“Oh for gods' sake, it's dead Karlach. Now you're just getting the blood everywhere!” Astarion complained, getting up as he held the dazed druid up along with him. Karlach eventually cooled off, panting heavily as she stepped away from the battered corpse, boots drenched in blood.
“I could have drank that.” Astarion murmured under his breath. Winnie rubbed her head a bit as she gathered her bearings.
“Mystra’s blood! What happened here?!” Gale exclaimed as he appeared out from behind a large stalagmite.
“Oh, you know just getting some fresh Underdark air.” Winnie said sarcastically.
“Gale, where in the hells have you been?!” Astarion demanded as he crossed his arms, glaring at the wizard in annoyance. 
“I was helping the others find a water source to camp by. Unfortunately, we still haven't found anything yet.” Gale stated. 
“Ah, so being of no help as usual.” Astarion huffed a bit.
“Ignore Fangs, Gale. He's just cranky we weren't able to get him lunch.” Karlach piped up, finally calming down from her rage. 
“Hmm, wait a minute.” Winnie said before scurrying over to what was left of the the minotaur corpse. 
“Eh..What are you doing?” Gale asked with grimaced of disgust as Winnie took out a jar from her pack and grabbed hold of one of the severed minotaur limbs. 
“Getting some blood for Star.” Winnie said before squeezing out what blood she could from the minotaur leg. 
“Ah, you're such a sweetheart, Winnie.” Astarion gave her a flirtatious wink, causing the druid to blush as she gathered blood into a jar. 
“Awe, that is sweet, soldier. A little gross, but sweet.” Karlach smiled. 
“Ah yes, collecting blood from a mutilated corpse. A very romantic gesture.” Gale exclaimed.
“I…I'm just trying to help.” Winnie murmured, before filling up the jar completely with blood, her hands covered in red.  “Besides, it's crucial that we help each other since we are in this together.” 
Winnie walked over and handed Astarion the jar.
“Well, since you are in a helping mood. We still need to find a better spot to set up camp.” The wizard said as Winnie wiped her hands off with a handkerchief. 
“Hmm…I could wildshape into something with wings and scout out ahead. Surely, I should be able to get a better look around in the air than on the ground.”  Winnie hummed.
“Excellent idea!” Gale chimed.
Winnie soon transformed into an owl and flew upwards and across the cave, staying low enough to avoid the stalactites. Her eyes scanned the area surrounding them before taking note of what looked like a large abandoned shack on a cliff. There also happened to be a stream running past it which dropped off into a small waterfall. It seemed suspiciously convenient, but was a pleasant surprise nonetheless. Winnie flew a bit closer, scanning the area for any signs of danger and found nothing in sight aside from what looked like humanoid bones, next to a hook horror carcass. 
Well, that explains the abandoned camp, but how did that beast die? 
Winnie wondered to herself. Whatever the case, this area had shelter, water and possibly supplies. It was the perfect spot to set up camp for the night. The druid quickly turned back to quickly reunite with her companions who had all been following her halfway there. She circled around them hooting a couple of times before leading them towards the abandoned campsite. Once everyone had arrived Winnie landed on the ground, returning to her human shape. 
“I checked around the area. There doesn't seem to be anything dangerous aside from some human remains and a dead hook horror.” 
“Oh, and that's supposed to mean this place is safe?” Astarion huffed in a skeptical tone.
“Well, whatever killed them isn't around anymore. And I can't smell anything around here that could possibly be a predator of any kind.” Winnie said before sniffing the air. 
“I was unaware humans had such a keen sense of smell.” Lae’zel exclaimed.
“Normally we don't.” Gale added with a raised eyebrow at Winnie.
“I suppose I've spent so much time in wolf form it's rubbed off on my human side.” Winnie explained.
“So you're practically a puppy?” Astarion said in a teasing tone. 
“Wolf.” Winnie corrected, “the point is. The area is clear. For now anyway.” The druid sighed. 
“I'll survey the area again just to be sure. The rest of you should make camp.” Lae'zel said. 
“Sounds good to me.” Winnie said before looking around in the abandoned shack. She went through the entrance which had a curtain as a makeshift door. Inside she set down her things as she took in the surroundings. There was a fire pit in the middle of everything, surrounded by chairs made from long logs. Winnie started a fire before making herself comfortable.
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The party later gathered around the fire in the abandoned shack after everyone had finished setting up camp. Winnie sat quietly as Astarion took a seat next to her, his red eyes looked her up and down. The group one way or another ended up sharing some stories. And somehow of all things the stories turned into tales of old lovers.
“Ah, I remember it was like yesterday when 15-year-old Wyll snuck off into the Blushing Mermaid and had his first kiss.”
“You didn't have your first kiss until you were fifteen?” Astarion piped up, “how pathet-” he suddenly stopped mid-sentence as he realized he was still sitting next to Winnie who was giving him a look. “Never mind that! My first lover was tremendously handsome! Like a dashing prince from a fairytale!” Astarion exaggerated. Winnie just rolled her eyes at the elf’s tall tale.  She wasn't sure who his first love was, but she knew damn well he didn't either.
“I'm sure he was Astarion.” Shadowheart said in a teasing tone. “What about you Winnie? Who was your first love? Before Astarion I mean.”  Winnie paused a bit. Before Astarion there wasn't really anyone. Maybe an unrequited passing fancy here and there, but nothing mutual. 
“No one.” Winnie said shyly, hands nervously fiddling with her pants. 
“You must have at least fancied someone before?”
“I suppose...When I first came to Baldur's Gate, there was Vesperr.” Winnie said thinking back to her first real crush. “He had to be the most beautiful man I had ever met.” Winnie blushed a little, her mind thinking back to her first real crush. Vesperr was a high elf druid with long beautiful blonde hair and stunning blue eyes. 
Astarion scoffed at Winnie’s fond tone.
“Most beautiful back then perhaps.” He muttered under his breath. 
“He helped me with some of my druid training, taught me what he knew. He was very wise and smart.” Winnie smiled.
“So why didn't you hook up with him?” Karlach asked.
“Well…. I was a teenager for one….and he's only interested in men.” Winnie chuckled nervously, “so you can see how that wouldn't have worked.” 
“Ah, well I for one am rather glad. More of you for me. ~” Astarion flirted, running his hand over Winnie’s thigh and making her shutter.
“Funny, I would have thought you'd have more suitors. You seem like quite the romantic.” 
“I suppose I'm just not very desirable.” Winnie shrugged with a sad look. Mind going back to her younger years. 
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Winnie’s time spent in the Lost Grove was peaceful, but not always pleasant. She often found herself the target of many of her peers' torment. She could remember running through the grass alongside her friend Demi, both of them in wolf form. The Grove's beautiful lush landscapes stretched as far as the eye could see. Winnie galloped further on ahead, claws kicking up dirt as she sprinted towards the village’s huts. The two were rushing to their training after goofing off and playing around in the forest all morning. Winnie was the first to arrive, returning to her human form with a smirk. “I win!” The ten year old cheered as Demi arrived a few minutes afterwards, changing back to her gnomish form. 
“Of course you win, your legs are longer than mine!” Demi huffed, catching her breath.
“Not in wolf form they're not! We're practically the same size in wild-shape.” Winnie chuckled playfully as she looked down at her friend before hearing a laugh behind them.
“Ha! That's funny, because I'm pretty sure even in wolf form you're the fattest one here!” One of the other children, a male human, mocked.  Two elven girls who'd been standing with him as they waited for their teacher, laughed loudly, not even trying to hold back.
“Haha..No one asked you Rowan.” Winnie growled, crossing her arms. Demi suddenly stood in front of her friend, glancing back at Winnie as if to say, ‘stay calm, he's not worth it.’ 
“That was mean, Rowan. You should apologize!” Demi scolded the human boy. 
“Why should I!? We all know the truth! Just look at her! I don't think I've seen anyone as fat and ugly as her in the entire grove!” Rowan exclaimed.
“No one cares about your opinion Rowan. It's not like anyone wants to be your girlfriend so shut up!” Winnie snapped at him. Rowan chuckled with a mischievous shit eating grin on his face.
“It's not an opinion, it's a fact. You're so ugly that I doubt anyone will ever want to be with you without throwing up!” 
Demi looked over and noticed the enraged expression on the human girl’s face. “Winnie don't!” She warned. 
Winnie gritted her teeth and let out a wolf-like snarl before lunging at the rude boy, socking him right in the nose before pouncing on him and repeatedly punching him in the face. As Winnie nearly beat the snot nosed brat to death one of the elder druids rushed over. 
“What's going on here!?” She demanded. The druid was an older half-elven woman. 
“Winnie’s trying to kill me!” Rowan sobbed. The half-elf druid dragged Winnie off the boy. She glared at the woman like a feral animal, teeth bared.
“Get off of him you wicked unruly child!” The old half-elf hissed and suddenly smacked Winnie across the face.  The sound of a slap got the attention of the Grove's Archdruid who'd just arrived to help with the apprentices’ lesson for today.  The old human woman's eyes immediately landed on Winnie who had a red mark across her face. 
“What in the hells do you think you're doing to my granddaughter, Myra!?” The Archdruid demanded.
“That girl of yours is a rabid beast, Winnifred! She just attacked my nephew!” Druid Myra stood in front of Rowan protectively. 
“I thought I was going to die!” Rowan added. 
Winnie’s Grandmother turned back to look at Winnie who was panting from the scuffle. 
“Is this true, Winnie?” The Archdruid asked calmly.
“I-I…” Winnie muttered, feeling rather ashamed for her outburst. Demi quickly scurried over to the Archdruid and tugged on her robe. Winnie’s Grandmother leaned down and  allowed the gnomish girl to whisper in her ear. 
“Demi here says that boy of yours provoked my granddaughter. Perhaps you outta teach him some manners so he doesn't get his arse kicked.” 
“You're letting her get away with this!? After she assaulted my nephew!? Unbelievable!” Myra hissed before tugging Rowan along.
“That's girls nothing but a weed amongst the flowers. Ugly and vile…” The old druid hissed. 
“Yeah, yeah blow it out yer arse, ya old bitch.” The Archdruid rolled her eyes as she stood in front of Winnie and Demi.
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Years later Winnie was prowling the streets of Baldur's Gate alongside her tressym companion Madeline. Winnie had a sack full of food in one arm and she and the winged cat sprinted across the cobblestones. 
“Hurry Winnie! He's coming!” Maddie called hopping up and hovering over the ground. Winnie glanced back seeing the merchant running after them.
“Come back here you thieving whore!” He shouted. The merchant had been a large human male with a thick beard. Winnie had seen him arrive on a boat a few days prior and just couldn't help herself when tempted to poke around his ship.  Unfortunately, the young woman was definitely no rogue, so the merchant was able to spot her sneaking off the boat with a sack full of goodies. A wheel of cheese, some fine cuts of meat and wine! The contents were just too tempting to pass up! Not to mention there was enough in there to feed her and the rest of her crew. Arva would be proud of her for sure! She just had to make it to the sewers. 
Unfortunately just as Winnie dashed for the man-hole that would be her ticket back to the undercity she bumped into a tall handsome half elf man, with jet black hair and green eyes.
“What's going on? Is someone hurt?” The man asked. 
“I-I…I um.. I'm in trouble…” Winnie blurred, both confused by the collision and flustered by whom she collided with. His features were soft and nearly flawless. 
“There you are, you ugly bitch!” The merchant suddenly caught up to Winnie. Maddie quickly dropped to the ground in front of the human girl and hissed, protectively. 
The half elf man quickly stepped between Winnie and the merchant. “Afternoon sir, does there happen to be a problem?” He asked.
“That wench stole from me!” The merchant hissed. 
“I need to feed my family!” Winnie exclaimed, stepping back behind the half-elf. 
“Sir, can you not find it in your heart to give to the needy?” 
“Needy!? She looks like she eats twice that much in a day!” The merchant shouted. Winnie glared at him, sticking her tongue out and blowing a raspberry.
“Here, how about I take care of the expenses? Say 50 gold pieces for your trouble.” The half elf offered, taking out a coin purse.  The human man grumbled under his breath.
“I suppose…But I better not catch that bitch around my ship again or I'm getting the fist!” The merchant snatched up the money before stomping off. Winnie let out a sigh of relief as the half-elf turned towards her. 
“Thank you, sir.” She responded, her pink eyes lingering over his handsome face. 
“You might want to be a little more careful next time, miss. That merchant’s not likely to forget having to chase you across town.” The handsome man smiled at her warmly.
“Y-Yes! Of course! I-I'm very grateful you came to help.” Winnie sputtered, face turning pink as her heart pounded in her chest. “I-I uh…..Here…Take this!” Winnie said, taking a bottle of wine out for him. “It's the least I could d-”
“Feris! The hells have you been!?” Suddenly a woman’s voice shouted, loudly. Winnie looked to the side to see a very unhappy looking elven woman. 
“Sorry my love. I was just speaking to this kind young woman!” Feris replied, his face growing nervous. 
“Again!? This is the third time you've ran off with some harlot, Feris!! You cheating wretch!” The elf hissed. 
“N-No my dear! It's not like that! I-I would never jeopardize our love for someone so repulsive!” Feris sputtered out frantically. Winnie’s eyes widened and her heart sank. It seemed the handsome stranger who'd come to her rescue was just like all the other shallow prick’s she's met. 
“Well I suppose my repulsive ass will be taking the wine back then.” Winnie said flatly, snatching the wine back before stomping off, her tressym quickly following. Winnie proceeded to climb back into the sewers, leaving the unfaithful man alone to be berated by his wife. 
The teen girl and her winged cat carefully wandered through the rank sewers before making their way into the undercity. Eventually they stopped in front of what appeared to be a seemingly normal brick wall. Winnie placed a hand over the bricks, taping them firmly to a specific rhythm before suddenly pressing down on one far to the right. The wall began to sink down, opening to a large cavern. Winnie walked inside with Maddie following. The bricks quickly closed behind them as they entered. 
“Guys, I'm back!” Winnie called, walking into a large room with a bright shining ball of light floating above it, Illuminating the cavern. Under the light was a lush garden, with a small tree at the center. A tall effeminate looking high elf male was tending to the garden, long luscious blonde locks draped over his shoulder as his beautiful blue eyes glanced up at the girl. 
“Winnie! Sweetie, welcome home! I hope Fi’s errand didn't give you too much trouble?” He asked, voice soft and sweet sounding. 
“Ah..No Vesperr. I didn't have any trouble at all. I got the meat and wine she wanted.” Winnie looked off shyly as the high elf druid approached her. A gentle hand ruffled her hair, affectionately.
“Well, that's good. I was worried she was sending you off into danger. I don't see why that bard can't just eat the food from my garden instead of…dead animal flesh.” Vesperr grimaced. 
“It's not an issue really. I'm happy to help everyone.” Winnie forced a smile. 
“And that's why you're the best, sweetheart!” Vesperr said, pinching Winnie’s cheeks. 
“Ah..Thanks um…Is Bekk back yet?” Winnie asked, cheeks turning a bit red, from the elf’s affection.
“Oh, my darling won't be back until later. He and the boss are taking care of some private matters. Troubles with one of the guilds I suppose.” Vesperr said, flipping his long blonde locks. 
“Well…I want to talk to him when he gets back. He promised to help me practice some sword fighting.” Winnie stated as she began to walk away, eyes glancing back at the elf with a sad longing.
“I'll make sure he finds you when he arrives home, sweetie!” 
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“None of my peers ever took interest in me growing up. Honestly a lot of them found me repulsive and had no problem telling me to my face. Eventually I just gave up on the prospect of romance entirely.” Winnie leaned back, taking out a bottle of wine from her pack and chugging it. 
“Ah what do those assholes know! You're fucking gorgeous Winnie! I'd date you in a heartbeat!” Karlach huffed, steam coming off her body.
“Thank you Karlach.. I'm flattered but…. I just…erm…” Winnie wasn't sure how to put it. 
“Winnie isn't interested in the fairer sex, Karlach. I doubt she'd like being burned alive either.” Astarion chimed in, leaning closer to Winnie.
“Oh, don't worry Fangs. I'm not about to try to steal Winnie from you.” The tiefling winked at him, noticing his arm slinking around Winnie’s waist.
“As if you could steal anything from me.” The elf rolled his eyes. Karlach just smirked at the elf's blatant jealousy.  
“She is right though. Only an idiot would find you less than enticing.” Astarion purred in Winnie's ear. His hand moved some of her messy brown locks out of her face. Winnie blushed a bit, a small smile forming on her lips. 
“Such a pretty smile.” Astarion leaned closer to the druid female almost climbing on her. His face was full of lust and seduction, but for a moment Winnie could catch a glimpse of what looked like sadness. Astarion quickly resumed his alluring persona, not wanting Winnie to catch on to his intentions.
“Well, I believe it's time I retired for the evening.” Gale said standing up and exiting the shack. 
“Me too. We'll need our strength for tomorrow.” Wyll said as Lae'zel silently followed him.
“Yes, rest would be good. Come along Karlach.” Shadowheart said getting up. 
“Awe, but I was comfortable here.” Karlach whined.
“Come on, I'm sure Clive will be missing you.” The half elf said. 
“Oh alright.” Karlach hopped up and followed after them, leaving Winnie and Astarion alone. 
The pale elf smirked and climbed on Winnie’s lap kissing her neck as soon as the others left. 
“You don't have to do this, you know.” Winnie said, shivering as she felt the vampire’s lips moving down her neck. “You don't have to touch me just because you feel bad for me.” Astarion stopped and grabbed her chin, making her look at him.
“This isn't about pity, my dear. It's about lust. I want you. All of you.” He pushed her down on her back, causing her to squeak as he hovered over her. “I honestly feel insulted that someone would even think of calling your lovely body repulsive.” Astarion said, cupping Winnie’s breasts gently, causing the human woman to gasp. “So soft and sweet. It's on my mind ceaselessly these days.” Astarion leaned down and licked Winnie’s neck. 
“Astarion…” The brunette breathed out, feeling her vampiric companion grinding himself against. 
“Yes, my sweet?” Astarion breathed against her neck. 
“Kiss me?” She looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. Astarion simply smiled and pressed his lips to hers. He couldn't fathom why, but he felt the need to comfort her, to let her know how beautiful he thought she was. It was a strange urge; one he wasn't quite sure he liked. Perhaps he could use this to keep her wrapped around his finger at the very least. Winnie’s arms made their way around his neck, hands playing with his soft ivory curls. 
“Ahh!” She moaned, feeling his cold hand slip into her pants and begin to stroke her wet folds. A single finger sliding inside her and making her whimper. Astarion took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth, silencing her with his kiss as he continued to play with womanhood.
That was it, he was just ensuring her loyalty. He needed her to fall for him after all. To make sure she'd never betray him. The elven vampire pulled down her pants, along with his own. He broke the kiss, looking down at her with soft eyes. He could hear his master's voice whispering in the back of his mind. 
She'll hate you for this.
Astarion ignored it, forcing a smile as he looked down at his lover, his hand cupped her face as he positioned himself at her entrance.
“Look at me, darling. I want to see all the beautiful faces you make while I take you.” And with that he slowly began to push in. Winnie gasped, biting her lip as he stretched her walls. Definitely not as painful as the first time, but there was a slight sting as he pushed all the way in. Winnie gripped his shoulders, taking a moment to adjust before she pushed her hips up against him, edging him on. Astarion needed little encouragement before he began to thrust into her, beginning slowly and gently. The druid pulled him in for another kiss, licking his bottom lip as he rolled his hips with a soft groan. She peppered his mouth with sweet loving kisses as her hands returned to his hair. Their tongues wrapped around one another as the pale elf began to pump himself harder into her, making her moan into his mouth. Winnie threw her head back and cried out as she felt him hit her sweet spot. 
“Oh gods…” Winnie gently tugged his hair, resulting in Astarion thrusting into her once again, hitting the same spot as he bottomed out. 
“Ahhh…Ahhh..” Winnie tilted her head, exposing her neck to him, and giving him an invitation to bite. Astarion almost immediately bit down into her neck, fangs piercing her flesh as her sweet, delicious blood filled his mouth. “Fuck!” Winnie cursed, feeling a mix of pleasure and pain. Astarion moaned against her neck, hips bucking against her harder and faster with each thrust.
Others might have been completely repulsed by the wolfish druid, seeing her as not worthy of even a lustful glance. But to the vampiric rogue she was absolutely delicious.
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Phew! Finally got this out. Sorry for the hold up on fanfics, burn out is rough. Thought it would be good to delve into Winnie's backstory a bit. Hope you enjoyed this one!
~Druid
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So your argument is that the person chose sex and thus chose the responsibility of a possible pregnancy…but what about rape??? You can get pregnant from that too, and it’s not a choice.
Less than 1% of abortions are due to rape so yeah in almost 100% of abortion cases the woman chose to have sex.
However, in cases of rape I still don't think getting an abortion is a good thing to do. You have to understand that the foundation of my pro-life position is that the unborn child is a living human being from the moment of conception. I hold a very firm view that killing children is a bad thing to do. I'm not ok with it under any circumstances. I am against killing children even if they were conceived through rape. If you wouldn't kill a three year old for being conceived through rape you shouldn't be ok with killing that same girl just because she's still in her mother's womb.
Killing a child is not ok. Period.
Rape is a very serious crime that needs to be dealt with but you don't deal with crime by killing an innocent child. We don't need to continue the cycle of violence. The baby is just as innocent as the mother. We don't even kill the rapist, but you want to give the death penalty to the baby?
No, the woman did not choose to have sex in this situation and she has been the victim of a brutal crime and she needs a lot of help and support. She needs counseling, medical care, emotional and even financial support. All of those things help rape victims more than abortion does.
Abortion doesn't help rape victims at all, honestly. It doesn't erase the trauma of rape and in many cases it just adds more. It's not safe for women and it doesn't become safe just because a woman was raped.
There is no benefit to a rape victim getting an abortion other than the emotional appeal.
But for the sake of argument, I'm ok with abortion being legal for rape victims if we can agree all other abortions should be illegal.
So is the rape victim really your concern here or are you just using them to argue for all abortions?
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How do you imagine the adult!Damian's life?
First of all no evil pipeline and second no batman pipeline
I've seen some posts about him retiring himself and becoming a veterinarian but let's be real here, this boy can't stay still, he would enjoy the peace of civil life in the start but he will get bored soon and all his siblings and friends know it
Then I offer you: reluctant hero Damian 'I-said-I-want-peace-and-no-hero-stuff-but-I-see-some-bandits-and-I-need-to-protect-the-others' Wayne
The stories can help him help with the investigation, do a "hacker job" for some friends or siblings, fix some machine, literally punching villains and criminals in their face, being the family healer (he is a sorcerer guys), being the neighborhood cryptid, go some night as random vigilant because 'my brothers and father are so stupid for the fuckin' sake! I still need to do this shit' to save the city and/or his family
Also
Damian, in call with Tim: Explain to me again, why should I do it?
Tim: because I and Bernard are in our sabbat year and we all know how dad is when he is focused and your grades are perfect, Damian, no one would bother if you skip some class to help in this case
Damian: >tt< it's better you give me a nice souvenir when you come back, Timothy
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Damian: Jason... Why are you in my kitchen?
Jason: There's a bullet in my leg and I need you to take it out
Damian: ... You have luck that Alfred the cat like you
Jason: Are you not fixing this with magic?
Damian: How did you get shot?
Jason: ...me and my friends are drunk
Damian: you don't deserve magic
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Jon: Dami, please please please please please
Damian: I'm not a hero Jon, how do you expect me to invade the Luthor computer to help you? Do you want me to commit a crime?
Jon: please Damian! It's really important this time, I swear!
Damian: >tt< I'm in
Jon: you're the best Dami!
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Damian gets an internship at the zoo and a group of criminals decide to steal the animals for genetic experiments
Damian: ... not in my watch
Damian, defeat the criminals and save everyone: you're late, it's yours and the girls' day shift
Duke: honestly? we came slowly because we knew you were here
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Damian: today I just want to garden and read my shoujos
*literally aliens*
And the shit goes, sometimes he needs to be Batman because Bruce is old and needs help in some cases, and obviously the class "I'm not Batman!" basically adopt some random stray kid as young sibling now and carry them around everywhere
And also he will call his siblings for their first names in the future because they get Damian's trust but the most important family members still are: Alfred, Dick and Steph
And as a cherry on top: "you know what? I'm leaving! I can't have a shit in Gotham! I'm moving to Blüdhaven!"
Dick Grayson slowly picks up the box with a flamebird costume that "conveniently" fits on Damian perfectly
I say this because this boy has been disappointed by so many adults in his life and continues to be Robin, so the only conclusion is: he likes being a hero, not because of his father, but because of himself. That's why he wasn't just going to stop being a vigilant, he was going to continue being a hero even when he wanted peace
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Miguel x Black Cat reader
(let's go for a cliche one for a change) 
You loved this endless game of cat and mouse...literally.
You ran along the roof tops before you were tackled to the ground. You looked up at the spiderman and smirked.
"Come on, it was just a few jewels." You say reaching up and running your finger along his jawline.
"God, you piss me off." He growled as he felt down your sides and grabbed the bag of jewels.
"You know, we would be good together. Us two in bed... Imagine that tension, ever had hate sex?" You said with a smirk as he groaned and shook his head.
"¿Por qué no me pagan por esto?" He grumbled before getting up off you.
(why don't they pay me for this?)
You got up and looked at him before moving closer.
You ran one of your claws down his chest, watching him shiver.
"Why don't we just try it...hmm?" You whispered as he looked down at you before gripping your wrist.
"Enough, Cat. You're a weak criminal and I am a hero, I would never stoop so low." He growled as you stepped away and fake pouted.
"Aww... I'm so sad." You whispered before holding up the bag of jewels you just stole back from him.
You quickly jumped off the building and disappeared.
"Dammit!"
--
You got back to your apartment and secured the jewels into a safe before collapsing onto your bed.
You wouldn't ever admit it, but you had felt a little rejected.
You'd always had a thing for spiderman, always wondering what he looked like under the suit.
"Well, if you won't sleep with me I'm still going to fucking touch myself to you." You grumbled angrily as you unzipped your suit.
--
You walked through the streets of Nueva York, a coffee in your hand as you stared down at your phone.
Suddenly you ran straight into someone, spilling your drink all over him.
"Fuck!" You swore, you were really looking forward to that coffee.
"Watch where you're going, asshole!" You shouted as you looked up at the tall man, your cheeks blushing.
"Says the one who was on their phone." He grumbled as your eyes widened, you knew that voice.
"Oh, for fuck sakes." You growled as he raised an eyebrow before a look of shock came over his face.
"It's you, isn't it." He muttered as you put on a fake smile.
"No clue what you're talking about, sir. I've never seen you in my life." You said, with fake innocence before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into an alleyway, pinning you to the wall.
"Were you stalking me? What's your goal here?" He growled as you looked at you with annoyance.
"My goal was to go get a coffee and go home but then you ruined that." You growled as he stared at you, panting softly.
"We will never mention this... Right now we aren't them, we aren't criminals or villains." He grumbled backing away from you.
He held out his hand as you smirked and shook it.
"I'm Miguel." He said as you nodded.
"Y/N." You replied, holding his hand for a little longer.
"Just... Two people, that bumped into each other." You muttered, walking closer to him.
He looked down at you, his stone cold face only making you want him more.
"God, you're annoying." He whispered before pushing you back and pinning you against the wall and kissing you passionately.
You moaned and jumped up, wrapped your legs around his waist as you both made out.
So much tension and hate coming out at once.
"I'm not fucking in an alleyway. Take me back to your place." You demanded as he chuckled dryly.
"So you can fucking rob me? We'll go to yours." He said as you narrowed your eyes.
"So you can arrest me?" You growled back as you looked into each other's eyes.
"Hotel?" You both said in unison before laughing and grabbing his hand, running down the street like two horny teenagers.
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You laid in a hotel bed completely naked with broken furniture all around you.
"So... That just happened." You muttered as he gave palmed.
"Why did I do that..." He grumbled as you chuckled.
"Don't fucking lie, that was the best you've ever had." You said making him chuckle and shake his head.
"I hate you." He said before you straddled him and kissed him again.
"Show me how much you hate me then."
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