#Marvel’s Voices: Pride 1

[coredrill]

don’t let your dreams be dreams! 🫡

#and it only took her like. two months!!! #gwenpool #f: marvel #marvel: comics #c: love unlimited infinity comic vol. 1 (2022) #c: marvel's voices: pride vol. 3 (2023) #ch: gwendolyn poole #wednesday spoilers #t.txt

[pucksandpower]

Borrowed Time

Charles Leclerc x single mother!Reader

Summary: you do everything in your power to make your sick son’s dream come true but what you don’t realize is that meeting his hero will change all of your lives forever

Warnings: terminal illness and death

“You know what would be the coolest, Mama?” The soft voice of your son, Luca, breaks through the silence of the hospital room.

You brush a stray hair from his forehead, trying to coax a smile onto your face despite the weight in your chest. “What’s that, sweetheart?”

“To meet Charles Leclerc. Just once. To tell him he’s my hero.” Luca’s eyes, though tired, gleam with that familiar spark every time he talks about Formula 1.

Your heart aches, knowing how much this means to him. “He is pretty amazing on the track, isn’t he?” You respond, reminiscing about the countless races you’ve both watched together from this very room.

Luca nods, holding his toy race car, a replica of Charles’ Ferrari. “Yeah, but it’s not just that. He never gives up, even when things get tough. Kinda like me.” There’s a hint of pride in his voice, making you marvel at his resilience.

You pull him close, tears threatening to spill. “You’re my hero too,” you whisper, kissing his temple.

He snuggles closer, murmuring, “I just wish I could meet him, Mama. Tell him he gives me strength.”

You take a deep breath, new resolve settling in. “You never know, my love. Miracles happen.”

The determination you feel is like a roaring fire and you silently vow to make Luca’s dream come true. No matter what it takes.

***

As the evening shadows stretch across the hospital room, you find yourself deep in thought, racking your brain for any means to make Luca’s wish a reality. You think about reaching out on social media, starting a campaign, anything to catch Charles Leclerc’s attention.

You start by posting on your personal pages: a heartfelt message accompanied by a picture of Luca holding his toy race car, the walls of his room adorned with posters of Charles racing. #LucaMeetsLeclerc, you caption it, hoping against hope that the message reaches the right eyes and ears.

The following days are a whirlwind. Friends, family, and even strangers share the post, and the hashtag starts trending in your community. Messages of support flood in and local news channels express interest in Luca’s battle.

One evening, after reading Luca a bedtime story, your phone buzzes with a notification. It’s an email from a name you don’t recognize but the subject line sends your heart racing: A Special Meeting.

Opening it hastily, your eyes skim over the words:

Dear Y/N,

I represent Charles Leclerc. We were deeply moved by Luca’s story and would like to arrange a meeting ...

Tears blur your vision and you can’t help but let out a soft sob of relief and joy. Luca, hearing your cry, looks up at you with curious eyes. “Mama? What’s wrong?”

You pull him into a tight embrace, trying to convey all the love and happiness you feel. “Sweetie,” you whisper, pulling back to meet his gaze, “I think your dream might just come true.”

Luca’s eyes widen and his smile lights up the room brighter than any lamp ever could. The journey to fulfill a lifelong dream has just begun.

***

The hospital room feels heavier than usual. The rhythmic beeping of monitors fills the silence as Luca plays absent-mindedly with his race car on the bed. Just as you are about to suggest a card game, a knock interrupts the monotony.

“Come in,” you call softly.

The door opens and to your astonishment, Charles Leclerc himself steps inside, a shy smile gracing his features. He seemed different than on the TV — more human, more vulnerable.

“Ciao, Luca,” Charles greets, his voice gentle.

Luca’s eyes widen, his jaw dropping. “You ... you’re real.”

Charles chuckles, pulling a chair closer to the bed. “Last time I checked, I am. Your mom tells me you’re quite the fan.”

Luca nods vigorously. “You’re my hero. When you race, I feel like I’m flying. Free from this …” He gestures vaguely at the hospital equipment surrounding him.

Charles’ eyes soften. “Thank you. That means a lot to me. But, you know, you’re a hero too. Racing against challenges every day.”

You watch their interaction, touched by Charles’ genuine empathy. “Thank you for coming. It ... it means the world.”

Charles turns to you, a depth of understanding in his eyes. “When I read about Luca, I saw more than just a fan. I saw a fighter. Just like on the track, it’s the fights we don’t see that often matter most.”

There is a brief silence, filled with unsaid emotions.

Luca’s voice, trembling with emotion, breaks the quiet. “I have a question, Charles. How do you stay brave even when you’re scared?”

Charles takes a moment before responding. “I focus on the present. Fear often comes from thinking about what might happen. But in the moment, there’s a job to do, a race to finish.”

Luca looks thoughtful. “So, you mean I should focus on now and not think about ... later?”

Charles nods, placing a comforting hand on Luca’s. “Exactly. Live in the now and remember that every race has its challenges. It’s how we face them that defines us.”

Tears well up in your eyes, gratitude and admiration for Charles swelling within you. Here he was, not just a racing star but a beacon of strength for your son.

“Thank you,” you whisper, voice choked with emotion.

Charles smiles, glancing between you and Luca. “No, thank you. Today, I met a true champion.”

***

“You know,” Charles begins, playing with the edges of the signed Ferrari cap he just gifted Luca, “I once met a kid, a bit older than you, at a race. He told me that every time he felt like giving up, he’d watch one of our races. Said it gave him hope."

Luca’s fingers trace the signature on the cap. “Is that why you race? For people like him ... and me?”

Charles leans back, gazing out the window for a moment. “Partly. But also for myself. Racing ... it’s my passion, my escape. It’s where I find my strength.”

You feel compelled to share your own perspective. “We all have our races, don’t we? For Luca, it’s here, fighting every day. For me, it's trying to be strong for him, even when I feel like falling apart.”

Charles looks at you intently. “It’s incredible the strength we find when it’s for someone we love. Your journey, your race, is just as important — is more important — than any I’ve been on.”

Touched by his words, you continue, “I watch you race. The precision, the dedication. It’s art. I want Luca to have something like that, something to pour his heart into.”

Luca chimes in, his voice soft, “I think I already have something. Watching races with Mama, it’s our thing. It helps me forget, even if just for a while.”

Charles leans forward, engaging Luca directly. “Then let’s make a promise. You keep fighting your race here and I'll keep racing out there. Deal?”

Luca’s smile is radiant. “Deal.”

There is a pause, a moment of reflection, before Charles turns to you. “You're an incredible mother. The strength you show, the love ... it’s palpable. And it reminds me so much of my own maman.”

You blink away tears. “We do what we have to for our children.”

He nods, a faraway look in his eyes. “She would always say the same thing after losing my father. And sometimes, despite all the pain and struggle, we find connections, kindred spirits, who remind us we’re not alone.”

You smile, feeling a deep bond forming, not just between Luca and Charles but between two souls who understood the depth of love, sacrifice, and hope.

***

“I have a proposition,” Charles offers, the twinkle in his eyes belying the gravity of his words.

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “Go on.”

“How would you both feel about attending a race in-person? I can make sure Luca is comfortable and you both get the full VIP experience.”

Luca’s face lights up with hope and disbelief. “Really? I ... I’d get to see you race in real life?”

Charles nods, “Right from the best seat in the paddock.”

You hesitate, considering the logistics, the health implications. “I don’t know. It’s a beyond generous offer but Luca’s health …”

Charles raise a hand, preempting your concerns. “I’ve thought about that. We have top medical facilities at the track and I’ll make sure we have everything necessary for Luca.”

“You’d do that for us?” you whisper, the weight of his offer sinking in.

Charles leans forward, sincerity evident in his gaze. “I’ve won races, stood on podiums. But the race Luca is running, the courage he’s showing ... it’s unmatched. I want him to see a race, not just as a spectator but as a fellow racer.”

Luca looks up, eyes brimming with tears. “You make it sound like I’m a hero. But I’m just trying to get by, just trying to ... to live.”

“And that’s what makes you a hero,” Charles replies gently. “Facing adversity and pushing through, not because of fame or accolades but because of love, hope, and sheer will.”

You feel a lump in your throat, deeply moved by Charles’ words. “It’s not just race wins or trophies that make you a champion, Charles. It’s moments like this. Thank you. This means more than words can say.”

He smiles, a touch of sadness in his eyes. “In the grand scheme of things, life is the most important race. And in that race, I’ve found two champions right here.”

***

In Monza, as you settle into the VIP area with Luca by your side, the excitement in the air is overwhelming in the best way possible. The roar of the engines, the sea of red flags, the bustling energy of the crowd — it is a sensory overload that fills Luca’s eyes with wonder.

“Monza is special, you know,” Charles whispers, kneeling next to Luca’s wheelchair, overlooking the historic Italian track. He slips off a red Ferrari bracelet from his wrist, its well-worn leather showing its age. “This was given to me when I first joined Ferrari. I like to think that it’s brought me luck ever since.”

Luca’s eyes widen, tracing the intricacies of the bracelet. “Why are you giving it to me?”

Charles smiles, “Today, I want you to hold onto my luck. Keep it safe for me, will you?”

Nodding fervently, Luca reverently holds the bracelet. “I promise.”

When Charles leaves to prepare for the race, Luca clutches the Ferrari bracelet to his heart. “Mama, did you see? He gave this to me. His lucky bracelet!”

You smile, brushing a tear from your cheek. “Yes, sweetheart. He wants you to keep it safe. It’s a piece of his heart.”

As the race progresses, you both watch in awe as Charles’ navigates the twists and turns of the circuit. Your heart races with every lap, both as a fan and as someone who had come to know the man behind the helmet.

And then, the moment you’d never forget — a triumphant finish, Charles Leclerc taking the checkered flag. The Tifosi erupts into cheers, and during the celebration, you almost swear that Charles’ eyes find yours among the crowd.

Over the radio, his voice crackles through the airwaves, reaching not just the pits but into your very soul. “This one’s for Luca. Keep fighting, champ.”

Luca’s eyes widen, his hand clutching the bracelet even tighter. “Did you hear, Mama? He said it for me!”

Tears well up in your eyes as you nod. “Yes, sweetheart. He said it for you.”

The post-race interview is a blur of emotions. Charles, sweaty and exhilarated, is asked about the race, about his victory. But then he pauses, his gaze distant yet focused, his voice trembling with emotion.

“This win ... it’s for someone very special. A young friend of mine named Luca. He’s fighting a battle much tougher than any race and his spirit, his courage — it’s what carried me through today. Luca, this is all for you.”

***

The roar of the crowd has faded but the emotional high from the race lingers. You, Luca, and Charles head back to the hotel provided by Ferrari with laughter and memories of the day filling the conversation.

However, as the night passes by, a chilling silence envelopes the room. Luca’s breathing becomes shallow, his skin clammy. Panic bubbles up within you. The medical equipment that was always close by in the hospital is absent here.

You rush to his side, your hands trembling as you try to comfort him. “Luca, honey, stay with me. Breathe.”

Charles, witnessing the scene, feels a deep pang of fear and helplessness. “I’ll call for help,” he says, fumbling for his phone.

As you count the seconds for first responders to arrive, Luca’s weak hand reaches out, clutching Charles’ wrist. His voice, barely a whisper, shares a desperate plea. “Charles, if ... if I don’t make it, promise me you’ll look after Mama. She’s strong but she'll need someone.”

Charles, tears blurring his vision, nods, squeezing Luca’s hand reassuringly. “I promise. But you’re a fighter. You have to keep racing, okay?”

Luca manages a faint smile. “Always racing, Charles. Always.”

Emergency services arrive soon, the room transforms into a flurry of medical professionals and machines. Charles wraps an arm around you, pulling you close as you both watched, praying for a miracle.

Hours feel like lifetimes. When the medical team finally manages to stabilize Luca, the emotional toll is evident in every face in the room.

You approach Luca’s bedside, gently stroking his forehead. “You gave us quite a scare, sweetheart.”

Luca, though exhausted, manages a faint smirk. “Had to keep the race interesting, right?”

Charles, his voice choked with emotion, adds, “Every race has its challenges, remember? You faced this one head-on, just like a true champion.”

Luca’s eyes meet Charles’ own, a depth of understanding passing between them. “Remember your promise,” he whispers.

Charles nods, his gaze drifting to you. “Always.”

***

“You know, I’ve seen some tough races,” Charles begins, his gaze distant, “but nothing compares to what I witnessed last night. The strength, the love, the sheer determination.”

You sigh, exhaustion stamped across your face. “Every day is a race. Some days, the finish line feels close, other days it feels miles away.”

Charles takes a deep breath, his voice wavering slightly, “I ... I can’t pretend to know what you’re going through but I want to be there, for both of you. Luca asked me to look after you and that’s a promise I intend to keep.”

You look up, surprised by the depth of his commitment. “You’ve done so much already. You’ve given Luca memories he will cherish forever.”

He moves closer, his eyes searching yours. “It’s not just about Luca. It’s about you too. Through this entire ordeal, the strength you’ve shown, the love … it’s made me see life in a different light.”

A silence envelopes the room, broken only by the rhythmic beeping of the machines monitoring Luca.

“I’ve raced all over the world,” Charles whispers, “but I’ve never met someone who’s touched my heart the way you both have. I want to be there for you, for whatever you need.”

You blink back tears, overwhelmed by the sincerity in his words. “It’s been so long since someone offered to share the load. I’m not sure I know how to let someone in anymore.”

Charles gently takes your hand. “One step at a time. Just like in a race. We face each challenge as it comes, together.”

A tear escapes, trailing down your cheek. “Thank you, Charles.”

He brushes the tear away, his touch lingering. “No, thank you. For letting me be a part of your world and for showing me what real strength looks like.”

***

“Look at that,” Luca murmurs, pointing towards the sunset painting the sky with hues of pink and orange. The three of you sit atop a hill overlooking the city, a picnic blanket spread beneath you.

Charles takes a deep breath, the fresh air filling his lungs. “You know, moments like this make me appreciate life even more. The simple joys, the beauty all around.”

You nod, taking in the serene view. “It’s easy to get caught up in the chaos and forget these moments exist.”

Luca’s eyes shimmer with a mix of mischief and wisdom beyond his years. “You two sound like philosophers. All I know is that this sandwich tastes amazing.”

You chuckle, ruffling his hair. “Always living in the moment, aren’t you?”

He grins. “That's the secret, Mama. We have to savor every bite, every sunset, every laugh.”

Charles, deeply moved, joins in. “You're right, Luca. In the races, I’ve learned that every second counts. It’s the same with life.”

Luca nods earnestly. “Exactly! You can’t rewind time. You can only enjoy it.”

The evening wears on with laughter, stories, and shared dreams. The three of you revel in the simplicity of the moment frozen in time.

As stars begin to sprinkle the night sky, Luca turns to Charles, a serious expression on his face. “Promise me something?”

Charles leans in, listening intently. “Anything.”

“Make more moments like this with Mama, even after ...” Luca's voice trails off, the unspoken words hanging heavily in the air.

Charles squeezes Luca’s hand, his voice thick with emotion. “I promise, champ. Moments full of love, laughter, and sunsets.”

Luca’s watery laugh has tears pooling in your eyes. “You know, when you look at the sunset, remember me. Remember this moment.”

You turn to him, tears now overflowing. “Luca …”

He smiles, a mixture of melancholy and contentment in his gaze. “I may not be here forever but I'll always be a part of these sunsets. A part of you.”

Charles, his voice a gentle whisper, adds, “And a part of me.”

***

“Mama?” Luca’s voice, frail and delicate like the gossamer wing of a butterfly, quivers with fear.

You lean in closer, grasping his hand between both of yours, heart heavy. “Yes, my love?”

He swallows hard, searching your eyes with his own clouded ones. “I’m scared, Mama. I don’t want to go.”

Tears blur your vision but you muster a brave smile for him. “I know, sweetheart. But remember our sunsets? Sometimes, the sun has to set to make way for a new dawn.”

Luca’s fingers weakly grip yours. “But what if it’s dark, Mama? What if it hurts? What if I’m all alone?”

Charles, unable to remain a silent spectator, interjects, his voice cracking with emotion. “You won’t be. It will be just like falling asleep. You’ll have the sunsets, the memories, and all the love we’ve shared. That light will never fade. We will always be here. I promise.”

Luca’s eyes shimmer with tears but also a glimmer of hope. “Will you sing for me, Mama? The song from when I was small?”

Your heart breaks, remembering the countless nights you’d sung him to sleep. Taking a deep breath, you begin, your voice soft and lulling:

“You are my sunshine,

My only sunshine,

You make me happy

When skies are gray ...”

Luca’s breathing slows, his grip on your hand loosening.

“You’ll never know, dear,

How much I love you,

Please don’t take

My sunshine away.”

As the final note leaves your lips, Luca’s chest rises gently one last time, then stills. The room is silent, save for your heart-wrenching sobs.

Charles steps closer, wrapping his arms around you as you crumple into him, your world shattering. “I’ve got you,” he whispers, tears streaming down both your faces.

***

The somber quiet of the funeral is punctuated by the soft cries of mourners. The backdrop of gentle flowers contrast starkly with the weight of the grief in the air.

Charles stands next to you, holding a polished helmet, the vibrant colors of his Monza race-winning headgear gleaming under the sun. He turns to face you, eyes red-rimmed.

“This,” he starts, voice choked, “is my helmet from Monza. The race we won together. He was my co-driver that day, in spirit.”

You take a shaky breath, reaching out to touch the helmet, feeling its cool surface, the memories of that day flooding back. “He would’ve been so proud to have this.”

Charles nods, tears streaming down his face. “And this,” he says, taking the Ferrari bracelet off his wrist, “he held onto it for me once. I ... I want him to have it. To keep it safe.”

You clutch the bracelet, feeling its familiar weight, the leather still warm from Charles’ wrist. “It meant the world to him. And to me. Thank you.”

The two of you stand side by side, staring at the small casket adorned with flowers and memories. The embodiment of a life cut short but filled with love and unforgettable moments.

Together, you place the helmet and bracelet inside, a final tribute to a young racer whose journey had inspired so many.

“He’s free now,” Charles whispers, his voice barely audible. “Racing in the skies, no pain, no limits.”

You nod, tears flowing freely. “Our little champion, forever.”

Charles pulls you into a tight embrace, both of you finding solace in each other’s warmth. The wind picks up, rustling the leaves, carrying with it the memories of a brave soul, forever remembered, forever missed.

***

The familiar crest of the hill looms ahead, the very spot where laughter and dreams once danced in the wind. You and Charles reach the top, the vast expanse of the horizon stretching out before you. The setting sun casts a golden hue, much like that unforgettable evening a year ago.

Charles lays down a blanket, reminiscent of that day, and the two of you sit, lost in memories. The silence isn’t empty — it’s filled with remembrance of a young boy’s laughter, his dreams, his courage. The hole he left behind in your hearts.

“Do you ever feel,” Charles hesitantly cuts through the quiet, “that Luca is still here with us, watching these sunsets?”

A tear slips down your cheek. “All the time. Every time I close my eyes under the setting sun or look up at the sky, I feel his presence.”

Charles takes a deep breath, struggling with his emotions. “I’ve been thinking about a way to honor Luca. To keep his spirit alive.”

You turn to him, eyes questioning.

“A foundation,” Charles begins, “In Luca’s name. To help children with terminal illnesses and their families. To give them hope, love, memories.”

You feel a rush of emotion, a tidal wave of love and loss. “He would have loved that. To know he’s making a difference even now.”

Charles nods, tears rolling down his cheeks. ‘It’s not just about the financial help. It’s about the moments, the memories. The sunsets and the picnics. The dreams and the hopes.”

You intertwine your fingers with his, drawing strength from the bond you’ve forged. “We’ll do it together. For Luca.”

The sun slowly dips below the horizon. As the first star appears, a sense of peace envelops the two of you. In the heart of sorrow, a new purpose is born, ensuring that Luca’s light continues to shine, guiding countless souls out of the darkness.

***

The sun sets in a blaze of colors, casting a warm glow over the hill that has become a symbolic memorial. Charles and you sit side-by-side, hand-in-hand, watching the bittersweet horizon.

A small voice breaks through the silence. “Mama, Papa, why do we come here?”

You turn to your daughter, a smile tugging at your lips. Lucia, with her curious eyes and radiant smile, is a constant reminder of love and life renewed.

“We come here to remember someone very special,” Charles explains gently, his eyes, so similar to your daughter’s, filled with tenderness.

Lucia looks at you both, a hint of understanding in her innocent gaze. “Luca?”

You nod, voice soft. “Yes, sweetheart. Your big brother. We come here to celebrate him, to tell stories about him, and to show him how much we love him.”

Lucia frowns slightly. “But I never got to meet him.”

You stroke her hair, your heart aching and swelling simultaneously. “He’s always with us, in our hearts. Just like you are.”

Charles leans down, wiping away a tear that escapes your eye. “And you’re named Lucia after him, to carry his memory forward.”

Lucia’s eyes light up, smile shining bright. “I’m like a part of him?”

“Yes,” you say, your voice filled with emotion. “A part of him lives on in you. In all of us.”

As the sun dips below the horizon, bathing the world in twilight, you hold each other tightly, a family united by love, loss, and the enduring spirit of a young boy whose legacy lives on in every sunset, every star, and every beat of your hearts.

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[theauthorityvol1]

taku and Horatio

#616 #horatio walters #venomm #taku #gonna go read the old issues in 3 2 1 #marvel voices pride

[onlyonetifosi]

The sun shone brightly as Y/N and Max Verstappen, her husband and the reigning Formula 1 World Champion, laid asleep next to her. Their twin boys, Liam and Luca, were eight years old who had inherited their father's passion for racing and had been karting since they were four; and their baby girl, Elisse, was five. With a heart full of love and a life full of adventure, they were a family bound by their passion for racing. In the Verstappen household, mornings were filled with laughter and excitement.

"Boys, breakfast is ready!" YN called out, her voice carrying through the spacious house.

The children raced down the stairs, their little feet barely touching the ground. YN watched with a smile as Liam and Luca donned their miniature racing suits, their tiny helmets resting proudly on their heads.

"Morning, my racing stars," Max said, his eyes twinkling with pride. He placed Elisse in her high chair and ruffled Liam's and Luca's hair.

"Daddy, we can't wait for today!" Liam exclaimed, his face beaming with anticipation.

Luca nodded vigorously. "Yeah, and we'll be even faster than you, Dad!"

YN chuckled, setting a plate of scrambled eggs in front of Liam. "Well, boys, you've certainly got the talent. Just don't forget to eat your breakfast first. Champions need fuel, you know."

The twins exchanged excited glances before digging into their breakfast, fueling their bodies for the exhilarating karting competition ahead. As they ate, their lively chatter filled the room, recounting stories of their karting adventures and cheering for their favorite drivers. Max looked on, marveling at the indomitable spirit his children had inherited.

"Daddy, look at my helmet! Just like yours!" Liam exclaimed, his eyes shining with admiration for his father.

Max beamed at his son, ruffling his hair affectionately. "You're a true champion, just like your dad!"

Luca, not one to be left out, tugged on Max's sleeve. "Papa, do you think I can be as fast as you one day?"

Max's grin widened as he lifted Luca into his arms. "Absolutely, buddy. You have racing in your blood!"

YN wrapped her arms around the trio, feeling blessed beyond measure. "Alright, boys, it's time to get ready for school. Elisse, sweetheart, do you want to help Daddy prepare your breakfast?"

The little girl's eyes sparkled with delight, knowing that her time with her father was precious. "Yes, Mommy! I'll help Daddy!"

As they all gathered in the kitchen, the smell of pancakes wafted through the air. Max held Elisse in his arms, guiding her delicate hands as she poured the batter onto the sizzling pan.

"Daddy, can we go to the track today?" Liam asked, his voice brimming with anticipation.

Max nodded, flipping a pancake skillfully. "Of course! We're going to meet up with Uncle Daniel, Uncle Charles, Uncle George, Uncle Alex, and Uncle Pierre at the track. It's going to be a fantastic day!"

After a hearty breakfast, the Verstappen family hopped into their car, the twins eagerly buckling up in the backseat. The drive to the racetrack was filled with chatter and laughter, their voices blending harmoniously.

Arriving at the track, they were welcomed by a sea of F1 fans, all eagerly waiting to catch a glimpse of their favorite drivers. The children, wide-eyed with excitement, clung to their parents' hands tightly.

As they made their way through the paddock, YN smiled and waved at familiar faces. Kika, Pierre Gasly's girlfriend, approached them with open arms.

"YN, Max! The gang's all here!" Kika exclaimed, her joyful tone infectious. "Lily and Carmen are waiting for you near the pits."

The Verstappen children, having formed a close bond with the other F1 drivers' families, ran towards their friends. Lily, Alex Albon's girlfriend, scooped up Luca in her arms, spinning him around playfully.

"Uncle Alex says I'm his lucky charm!" Luca giggled, his laughter filling the air.

"Uncle Charles said he wants to race with us too!" Luca exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Y/N's eyes twinkled with amusement as she played along, "Oh, really? Well, you better watch out. Uncle Charles might be fast, but you two are the fastest kids on the karting track!"

Carmen, George Russell's girlfriend, smiled warmly at the sight of the children. Elisse toddled over to her, her tiny hands reaching out for a hug.

"Look at my little princess!" Carmen cooed, planting a gentle kiss on Elisse's cheek. "George is waiting for all of you by the garage. He's ready to show off his driving skills!"

The children beamed, feeling a sense of belonging in their racing family. They clung to their "uncles" and "aunties," forming a bond as strong as any blood relation.

The girls were talking and catching up while watching from the stands how Max, Charles, Alex, George and the Verstappen twins raced each other.

Kika chimed in "Liam and Luca are incredible. They're going to be the next big thing in motorsport!"

"They have the talent, that's for sure. But it's their passion that makes me the proudest"

Max and Y/N's baby girl, Elisse, sat in her mother's lap, her eyes wide with wonder. The five-year-old was the apple of her father's eye, and the ultimate daddy's girl. Max showered her with affection, and she basked in his adoration.

"Mommy, can I have chocolate croissants?" Elisse, the five-year-old little girl , asked her mum, her doe-like eyes sparkling with innocence.

Y/N scooped Elisse into her arms, pressing a loving kiss to her rosy cheek. "Of course, my sweet girl. Just for you."

The conversation continued as they settled into their seats. Lily, Alex Albon's girlfriend, and Carmen, George Russell's girlfriend, joined them. The four women chatted animatedly, their bond strengthened by their shared experiences and love for the sport.

"¡Hoy fue increíble!" Carmen exclaimed in Spanish, her eyes sparkling.

Y/N laughed, replying in Spanish as well. "Sí, nuestras futuras estrellas están arrasando. Los quiero tanto."

Liam emerged victorious, a wide grin spreading across his face. Luca, not far behind, joined his brother in celebrating their accomplishments. The twins had made their mark, leaving an indelible impression on the track.

Y/N, overcome with joy, rushed toward the boys, sweeping them into a tight embrace. "You did it! I'm so proud of you both!"

Max joined the embrace, his pride shining through. "My little champions! You're incredible!"

"Daddy, Liam and Luca are so fast!" Elisse exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration.

Max chuckled, planting a kiss on her forehead. "Yes, they are, sweetheart. Just like you, they make Daddy very proud."

Max scooped Elisse up into his arms and peppered her with kisses. "How's my princess doing?"

"Great race, boys!" Max exclaimed, hugging them into his arms and planting kisses on their cheeks while having Elisse in his arms. "You were amazing, my little champions!"

"Daddy, I'm faster than you!" Liam declared, his eyes shining with triumph.

Max feigned a look of surprise, his voice filled with mock disbelief. "Oh, is that so? Well, I guess I'll have to step up my game then!"

Liam and Luca couldn't wait to show Elisse their karts and introduce her to their world of racing.

"Elisse, look!" Luca exclaimed, his eyes shining with excitement. "This is my kart! It's super fast!"

Elisse clapped her hands in delight, her gaze moving to Liam's kart. "And this one is Liam's kart! It's just as cool!"

Liam puffed out his chest, grinning. "That's right! We're going to teach you everything we know, Elisse!"

Elisse's face lit up, a smile that mirrored her father's adorning her lips

After an exhilarating day at the track, the Verstappen family returned home, their hearts filled with joy and memories. YN tucked the children into their beds, their eyelids growing heavy with sleep. "Daddy, do you love me more than racing?" Elisse asked, her voice filled with innocence.

Max's eyes softened, and he kissed Elisse's forehead. "Darling, you're my princess. There's nothing in the world that I love more than you"

Elisse giggled, hugging her father tightly. "I love you, Daddy"

Max grinned. "I love you too, my little angel"

Elisse giggled again, her little hands reaching out to touch Max's face. She was a daddy's girl through and through, and Max loved every moment of it.

"Daddy, will you tell us a bedtime story?" Elisse asked, her voice soft and sweet.

Max settled beside his daughter, his eyes twinkling. "Once upon a time, there was a young racer named Max, who had a family of champions…"

As Max wove a tale of dreams and triumphs, the children drifted into peaceful slumber, their hearts filled with the love of their racing hero. In the Verstappen household, every day was an adventure, every moment a cherished memory, and their love for one another shone brighter than any trophy ever could.

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[bittenbyyou]

Inferior Flames (1)

MCU!AU | MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader | MCU!Spider-Man x Stark!Reader

genre: enemies to lovers, angst, slow burn, lil cute moments

description: Your father wants you to knock Peter down a peg. OR Peter is bitter because you’re an Avenger and he’s not.

word count: 3.6k

warnings: Tony Stark being your father is already a warning as to how ridiculous he could be lol, mentions of Spider-Man: Homecoming, references from Captain America: Civil War, idk where this would fit in the MCU timeline per se b/c I’ve only recently started watching all the Marvel movies. 

a/n: maybe it’ll be a series? idk, if you like it, lemme know!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

“Firefly, I need a favor.” Your father plopped onto the couch next to you, so you paused your show with the TV remote.

“What is it?” you asked, turning your body to give him your undivided attention.

“You know Spiderling, Spider-Boy?”

“Peter Parker, Spider-Man? Yes. How do you still not know his name?”

“My names are better.”

“Uh huh. Wait, he’s the one that rejected your proposal to become an Avenger.” You nudged him with your elbow, flashing a smirk.

“No, no. I don’t do rejection.”

“But he did turn you down.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose to alleviate his frustration. “Sure. Whatever. Anyway, the kid wants to be an Avenger now. Been texting Happy nonstop about when’s the next mission and he’s wanting to see me tomorrow.”

You blinked twice and stayed quiet, a blank stare on your face as to why this was an issue. When he didn’t say anything, you gestured for him to elaborate.

“I don’t think he’s ready,” he added, crossing one arm over the other.

“You’re serious? Dad, you’ve never shut up about him ever since you gave him the suit. Even when I was abroad, I’ve seen what he can do. He’s amazing. You wanted him to be an Avenger.”

“I’m aware. But he said no and now… the ball is in my court.” The shit-eating grin on his face was soon replaced with a chuckle that sounded almost sinister.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, he turned me down and now he wants me back. God, I’m making him sound like an ex-girlfriend.” He shivered in disgust and you rolled your eyes. “Anyway, I get to turn him down now. It’s great.”

“So you’re turning him down because he turned you down first. Petty much?”

“Hey, that is not what’s going on here.” He turned his attention to the paused TV screen instead of meeting your judgmental gaze.

“Dad, that’s exactly what you’re doing. You’re really letting your pride stop you from recruiting someone as amazing as Spider-Man? Let Peter join.”

“What, are you in love with him or something? You think he’s so amazing?” he asked while doing jazz hands at the word “amazing.”

You wouldn’t call it love; it was more along the lines of admiration. During your time abroad, your father filled you in on all his adventures and antics so if anything, it was his fault as to why you were somewhat enamored with Spider-Man. Deep down, you knew your father adored Peter, so it was only natural you did too.

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

“You can’t date anyone until you’re 21.”

“I’m telling Mom you’re being ridiculous.”

“I already told your mom and we’ve already established that I’m ridiculous,” he said proudly, as if it was a badge of honor.

“You told me you were proud of his decision to lay low.”

“I am. I was. But now the tables have turned and what kind of person would I be if I let him in so easily? The others think I’m crazy recruiting a 15 year old.”

“16 now actually,” you corrected.

“God, this is like deja-vu.”

You giggled. “I’m the same age as him and you’ve been wanting me to join too.”

“Don’t remind me. You were the first person to ever turn me down and I’m still recovering. I’m waiting for you to crawl back and beg me, saying ‘Dad, please! Let me be an Avenger!’ Like the kid is doing now,” he said, using a high-pitched voice when he was imitating you.

“Good luck with that. I have no interest in being an Avenger.”

“See,” he said, pointing his index finger at you, “that right there is why I need your help.”

You crossed your arms in the same way he did, skeptical of where he was going with this. “Go on.”

“I want you to pretend to be another recruit who wants to be an Avenger. I’ll tell him there’s only one position and make him work for it.”

“Dad…” you said sternly.

“What? He doesn’t know you’re my daughter. And I’m trying to protect him too. The kid’s been going off doing things on his own and not thinking clearly. He can wait on becoming an Avenger.”

“He stopped Vulture. He kept looking for those weapons when no one else would.”

“He’s reckless.”

“You’re using me to make him jealous.”

“A little,” he said with a shrug. “But I’m also looking out for him.”

“Uh huh.”

“He’s coming here tomorrow and I want you to battle him. If he beats you, he’ll get to join.”

“This is so stupid.”

“It’s genius, really.”

“You’re making a kid fight for something that you already want to give him.”

“No. Not yet.”

“You know he can’t beat me.”

Your father leaned in and pecked you on the forehead. “Exactly. Him losing will help him work harder to be better. This’ll give him that push he really needs. So will you help me?”

“Let me get this straight. You want me to fight Peter Parker and make sure he loses just so he doesn’t get to become an Avenger even though deep down, you want him to be one?”

“Precisely.”

“That’s the stupidest idea ever. And it’ll hurt his feelings.”

“No, it’ll build character. He needs to understand it’s not that simple. You can’t ask to become an Avenger and get it.”

“... But he can… because that’s what you wanted in the first place.”

“He turned me down so it’s only fair that he proves to me how much he wants it. Like a test. I’m testing him.”

“No. Dad, I’m not doing that.”

“I’ll enroll you in school right now instead of waiting for the following year.”

You sighed, contemplating his ridiculous proposition. He had adopted you when you were 10 on one of his missions overseas and has kept you a secret from the public. As much as it pained him, he could not bring you home right away because you required guidance on using your powers responsibly. You had to remain abroad for a while longer until the adoption forms went through and your mentors felt you were ready to leave the tiny village where you resided.

However, he and his wife Pepper, kept in touch and always checked in. He showed up every birthday and made it his mission to be a part of your life. Now that you were in high school and your powers were restored, he flew you into New York City right away.

It’s been a few months since your transition and you absolutely loved it. The Avengers who resided in the compound were very welcoming and so far, they were the only ones who knew of your existence along with your mom. Your father had yet to announce your identity to the world because he didn’t want the spotlight to overwhelm you. Originally he planned on having you relax a bit and then enroll you in public school next year, but going earlier was enticing to you.

“... Which school?”

“Spider-Man’s.”

“... Fine.”

“You do have a crush on him.”

“Shut up, Dad.”

The next day…

Upon entering the foyer of the Avengers Compound, Happy led Peter to where Stark was. The man stood in the middle of the main entrance hall, sporting a classy suit and sunglasses. Peter clenched his fists in determination, carefully reciting the words he wanted to say in his head since the car ride over.

“Hey kid. What do you want?”

“Mr. Stark,” he squeaked. He shut his eyes in humiliation, clearing his throat and lowering his voice a bit to sound more confident. Once his eyes fluttered open, he puffed out his chest and said, “I changed my mind.”

“You changed your mind,” Stark deadpanned.

“Yes. I want to be an Avenger.”

“You understand why I’m skeptical.”

“Um… yes, but—”

“Look, you turned me down last time and am I used to rejection?” Peter opened his mouth to answer but was immediately cut off. “The answer’s no, but I respected your decision. All that talk about looking out of the little guy—great—so what changed?”

“I’m ready for more than that now.”

“No, you’re not.”

“That’s not what you thought when I took on Captain America,” Peter argued.

“Trust me, kid. If Cap wanted to lay you out, he would’ve.”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows at the realization that he got off easy, questioning his entire existence.

Stark pressed his palms together and pointed at him. “You really want to be an Avenger?”

The boy nodded eagerly. “Yes.”

He inhaled sharply through gritted teeth. “See, here’s the thing: there’s someone else.”

Peter’s face fell, heartbroken at the thought of being replaced. “What—What do you mean there’s someone else?”

“Well, after you turned me down, I recruited someone else. If you really want to be an Avenger, prove to me you’re better than her.”

“Wait, her?”

“Yeah. You think you got what it takes?”

“Well it’s rude to attack a lady—”

“No. Gender equality’s a thing, right? You beat her up, she beats you up. You both end up in casts—”

“Casts?!”

“Suit up and let’s go.”

With no other choice, Peter obeyed and did what he was told. His thoughts were racing at the thought of battling someone to prove his worth. But this was his dream and he had to get out of his own head. After he finished suiting up, Happy led Tony and him to the outdoor training area that featured a wide-opened space with reinforced surfaces.

It had strategically placed obstacles to encourage agility and tactical thinking during battles. Additionally, the area incorporated holographic projectors to create any virtual landscapes to simulate specific scenarios for the Avengers to train in.

And that was where Peter’s eyes landed on a figure in the distance. You, who was practicing your combat skills with a large kung fu spear. The way you moved was calculated, graceful, like a beautiful yet deadly dance. You performed many high kicks and flips, mesmerizing Peter as your hands maneuvered the spear so flawlessly around your body. Your father and Happy watched you, proud smiles plastered on both of their faces.

“That’s who you’ll be battling today,” Stark said, clapping his hands together once to catch your attention. You stopped what you were doing and landed in a perfect split with the spear parallel to your body, noticing your father and Happy’s presence. You got up and rushed over, your eyes quickly finding its way to the boy in the iconic red and blue costume.

“Hi D-... Mr. Stark. Happy.” You turned to Peter, loving the fact that he didn’t have his mask on yet so you could finally meet him as him. He was far cuter in person, you weren’t going to deny that. “I’m [Y/N].”

Your dad wanted this “test” to be authentic, so you couldn't tell Peter you were, in fact, a Stark. Plus you didn’t look like a Stark anyway, with you being adopted and all. It’d be a cinch.

“P-Parker, Peter. Parker Peter—I mean, Peter Parker,” Peter said softly, shaking your hand. God, you were so pretty that it made him a fumbling mess. He wondered if you two were the same age.

“Great. Now that both you kiddos are here, you both know what you have to do, right?”

You and Peter looked at each other and exchanged awkward smiles. “Mr. Stark, I’m not comfortable battling a… um…”

“Girl?” you finished. “I’d be more worried about yourself, darling.”

The way the word “darling” rolled off your tongue caused Peter’s face to redden like a cherry.

“I’m not saying girls can’t battle, I’m just saying I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Are you going to hold back if the enemy is a woman?”

Peter opened his mouth to say something but to no avail.

“You said you wanted to be an Avenger. There’s only one position available, so we’re going to be testing you both. Happy will launch the simulation sequence and then you two will be fighting one-on-one,” your father explained.

“Good luck,” Happy said, trying hard not to laugh. The two men walked a safe distance away where they could observe you both.

“What’s the simulation sequence?” Peter called out before putting on his mask.

“We’re going to be launching drones at you,” Stark called back from afar with cupped hands.

“Drones?!”

“Yeah, we want to see how much you’ve improved!”

“In 3, 2, 1!” Happy shouted as he pushed some buttons on his phone.

You and Peter both stared up at the sky as a swarm of drones lined up in a similar fashion as the game Space Invaders.

“May the best Avenger win,” you said, sending him a wink. He laughed nervously as you immediately launched yourself in the sky. Peter gasped in awe.

“She can fly?!”

Hovering in front of the drones, you closed your eyes and pressed your index and middle fingers together, forming a "V" shape. Bringing the fingers perpendicular to your forehead, it felt as if you were beckoning an unseen force. With unwavering focus, you opened your eyes, and the spear you held multiplied tenfold, floating effortlessly beside you. Extending your arm forward, you pointed confidently at the drones, issuing a resolute command for the spears to launch their attack. Explosions scattered throughout the sky as you managed to wipe out half the drones with one attack.

“And she can multiply things. Great,” Peter huffed, launching a web at one of the drones to join you.

“She’s going to destroy him,” your father said, chuckling to himself.

“Kid, come back. Don’t be such a sore loser.”

Peter shook his head while removing his mask, muttering self-deprecating thoughts to himself at his performance. You watched as he walked away, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Did I go overboard?” you asked, a tinge of guilt eating away at your conscience. Your father chuckled and waved off your concern with a flick of the wrist.

“No, you did great. He’ll be fine.” He went after Peter and placed a hand on his shoulder to prevent him from going any further. “Hey. You put up a good fight.”

Peter spun around, exasperated and using his hands to express his frustration. “I lost. There was no way I was going to win. She can fly, she can multiply things, she can use telekinesis, she can breathe fire—is she part dragon? How was I supposed to compete with that?!”

You saw him pointing at you from afar, giving him a small smile but was only reciprocated with a frown.

Tony put on a contemplating face. “Is she part dragon…?” he mumbled. “Anyway, I told you that I had to find someone else after you said no. And she’s earned her place. I’m sorry you’re disappointed, but you lost fair and square.”

“But—”

“No buts. You aren’t ready. So lay low, be a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, and work your way up. Go to school, focus on classes, and finish that homework you’ve been putting off.”

“I don’t need to go to school.”

“Yes. You do. Even she goes to school,” Stark said, pointing over in your direction.

You went over to where Happy was, your eyes still glued on your father and Peter. “Happy, he looks so heartbroken.”

“I know. But it’s for the best. Kid’s too eager and knocking him down a peg might do him some good.”

“I feel bad.”

He patted your back and gave you a reassuring smile. “He will be okay. Your father appreciates your help.”

You immediately straightened your posture when you saw Peter come over with your father.

“Anything you want to say to [Y/N]?” your father asked, giving Peter a gentle nudge from behind.

“Congratulations,” Peter said, mustering up as much strength as he could to give you a smile. Because he really was happy for you, but it hurt for him. The smile didn’t reach his eyes and the pitiful gaze in yours wasn’t helping.

“Thanks. You did really well.”

“Yeah, but I have all the bruises,” he joked, pointing at his face in a circular motion. You took a step forward and placed your palm out in front of his face.

“May I?”

His eyes widened in confusion, but he nodded anyway. An ember glow emitted from your hand and all his bruises healed in a matter of seconds.

“You can heal people too? What on earth can’t you do?” Peter was both fascinated but also very annoyed at your perfection.

“I can only heal minor bruises,” you said quickly.

“Of course,” he muttered.

“Happy, take him home for me.”

“Got it. Come on, Peter.”

“Bye Peter,” you said, giving him a shy wave. He only gave you another meek smile before walking away. You glared at your father, who only let out a sigh of relief.

“Great job, kiddo.”

The next day at school Ned practically crashed into Peter, who was at his locker minding his own business.

“Dude, dude, dude!”

“Whoa, what is it, Ned?!” Peter said, a hand on his chest from the sudden heart attack that was his best friend.

“There’s a new girl and she’s so cute. Have you seen her yet?”

Peter closed his locker shut, wracking his brain for a moment when he saw an unfamiliar face today. “No, I haven’t. What’s her name?”

“Uh… I can’t remember. Was it [wrong name]? Or maybe [another wrong name]?”

Peter looked down the hall and somehow amongst a cluster of students, he spotted you walking towards him. Like a moth to a flame, his eyes somehow went straight to you and only you. Irritation overcame him as he remembered the battle from yesterday. How you beat him so effortlessly, so ridiculously cool and being all perfect. And now you’re at his school? What, were you mocking him?

“Ned,” Peter said, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Is that her?” He pointed at you and nodded his head in your direction.

Ned looked over in your direction and snapped his fingers. “Yeah! That’s her.”

“Dude, that’s the girl,” Peter muttered.

“Huh? What girl?”

He thought about how he sulked on the apartment balcony, venting to Ned about you. “The… girl… remember what I told you over the phone yesterday?”

It took a few seconds, but Ned’s brain finally clicked. “She’s the one that beat you? Her? Oh my god, you didn’t mention how cute she was!”

“Will you keep your voice down? She’s coming this way!” Peter opened his locker again and hid his face behind it. Ned shook his head in disapproval.

“Are you embarrassed? Come on. Challenge her again.”

“I can’t.”

“I’ll do it for you.”

“No, dude, stop. You aren’t supposed to know about her. Mr. Stark will kill me.”

“But she goes to our school.”

Peter hid his face in his locker until you finally passed. He let out a huge sigh of relief, feeling like he had dodged a bullet. That was, until Ned shouted out, “Hey! New girl!”

You stopped at the familiar label people were referring to you as. Once you turned around, you saw Ned’s huge smile while Peter still cowered in his locker. The boy you were walking with scoffed at Ned’s boldness.

“You don’t need to engage with them. They’re nobodies.”

“That’s not very nice, Flash,” you said, frowning at his poor choice of words.

“If we’re nobodies, why is she friends with Peter then, huh?” Ned exclaimed loudly. If a black hole could open up and swallow Peter whole, now would be the time.

“What, you know Penis Parker?” Flash asked you, incredulous at the new information. Peter carefully pulled his head out of his locker enough to take a tiny peek at you. He wondered what you were going to say.

“Yeah. I know Peter, Flaccid Flash,” you replied, bumping into his shoulder deliberately as you made your way over to Peter and Ned. The entire hallway filled with laughter at your stinging remark.

“Hi. I’m [Y/N]. I think we maybe got off on the wrong foot. How about we start over?”

Peter looked at your extended hand as if it was a foreign object, standing still as a statue. When his brain finally registered what you said, Ned had beat him to it, shaking your hand so fast like he was in the presence of royalty. “We would love to start over. I’m Ned. Peter’s best friend.”

You let out a laugh. “Hi Ned. It’s lovely to meet you.”

Without thinking, Peter grabbed your other hand. “Come with me.”

You didn’t have time to react and he led you to the nearest empty classroom, thankful class hadn’t started yet.

“What are you doing here?” he interrogated, letting go of your hand. You leaned against the wall, crossing one foot over the other.

“I go to school here now?”

“But why here?”

“Because… it’s a nice school?”

Peter placed a hand on his forehead, his jaw clenched as he thought of what to say next without sounding like an ass. “Look, you beat me and you’re an Avenger fair and square. I’m happy for you, really.” His words became soft and broken towards the end. “But seeing you reminds me that Mr. Stark will never be impressed with me. So can you give me space?”

His voice was frail but sincere. You got off the wall and gave him a nod. “Okay. I’ll leave you alone.”

“Thank you.”

Before Peter could leave, you asked him one last question. “Sorry, but could you tell me where gym class is? I have it first period.”

It took everything in Peter not to curse out loud. He had to fight back his bitterness and said through gritted teeth. “Yeah. I have it first period too.”

You smiled to yourself, trailing closely behind him as he led you both to your first class. Together.

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Update: I might be in the middle of writing a part 2. :) Your support means a lot!

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[kengan-daddies]

The Boy Next Door Baki HanmaX Motherly! Older Female Reader

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4

Anime : Baki: Son of Ogre Character : Baki Hanma Warning : Mention of child neglect, child abuse

The Boy Next Door Baki Hanma X Motherly! Older Female Reader

The Boy Next Door Baki Hanma X Motherly! Older Female Reader

Your morning routine has been modified and changed, it was hard but it was worth it. Waking up from your usual time to 5:00 a.m. Getting out of bed, and drinking coffee to give you a pep in your step. You took your usual wash-up routine, then you got dressed and did your makeup. You cooked an extra breakfast before eating your own, done any chores you could think of that needed to be done, and then you waited... And waited... And waited... Your alarm went off and you sprung into action. Jumping up you grabbed your bag, put your shoes on, and dashed outside, slamming the door behind you as you ran towards the sidewalk.

You stopped short, catching your breath quickly, fixing your skirt, checking to make sure you looked decent and then you walked a few steps, stepping on the sidewalk you looked towards the left, and you smiled. There he was, the reason why you changed your morning routine, the reason why you tried to look as nice as you could, the reason why you ran towards the sidewalk, the boy next door, Baki Hanma walked down the street. His little home was back behind him as he walked, one hand in his pocket while the other held his bag, looking lost in thought.

'Silly boy... He's always deep in thought at this time of morning.' You thought as you stared at him, your eyes looking over his built form hidden under his school uniform. 'He's grown so much over the years. It makes me oddly proud to see him like this.' You thought as you shifted your weight in your heels. He seemed to have noticed you, his face brightening up in a happy smile. 'He so cute, he's like a little dog.' You thought as you smiled back, waving at him. He started to a light jog as he sprinted towards you, slowing once he got close enough.

"Hey, (y/n). How have you been... I haven't seen you in a few days." He said a nervous gleam in his eyes as he stared down at you. You smiled up at him, placing a hand on your hip as you did. "Yeah, I was busy with work, my boss is a real ass, he gave me extra work last week making me do some major overtime." You explained, a relaxed smile on your face. "Oh... Damn, that really sucks actually." He said. Your smile widened as you gave him a hard pat on his chest. "Don't worry about it, I'm a tough lady ya know." You said as you playfully flexed your arm.

He chuckled at you, his eyes gleaming happily. "Yeah, I guess you are." He said. Your smile faded as a look of shock crossed your face as you snapped your fingers. "Oh yeah!! I almost forgot!!" You said as you opened your bag. He stared down at you in question. "Here you go, your lunch." You said as you held out the bento box towards him. He stared down at it, marveling at how you had the chopsticks in a case the box was a pretty blue with a golden dragon going across it, written in Kanji was his name.

He smiled as he saw it, happily grabbing it. "Thanks (Y/n), man I really missed your cooking." He said as he placed it carefully into his bag. You smiled. "Why thank you Baki, I'm glad you love it so much." You said, your chest swelling in pride. He chuckled. "It's hard not to, you make the best food." He said softly.

The Boy Next Door

The Boy Next Door

You both walked down the street together, waking through the crowds as you both spoke to one another, Baki wasn't much of a talker, he enjoyed hearing your voice, but it's been almost a week since you last spoke to one another, so Baki had a lot to tell you. He told you about all his fights and his newest friend who was a primitive man named Pickle. You shook your head as you heard about what happened to his friends. "My god, that's awful... To lose a limb..." You said, you couldn't imagine the gruesome pictures that Baki explained to you... "Don't see it as something terrible... See it as a badge of honor." Baki said. You looked up at him a look of confusion on your face.

"How is that a badge of honor, Baki? You lost a piece of yourself forever." You said in a scolding voice, he never looked down at you as you both walked together, a knowing smile on his face. "I'm not expecting you to understand, I don't expect anyone to even begin to grasp the understanding of it... It's such a deep meaning to a warrior when they lose a limb to a worthy opponent... It's a symbol of strength... A trophy to wear... It's a beautiful way of saying 'I survived from fighting my strongest opponent.' ... It's a beautiful thing really." He said. You stared up at him, a puzzling look on your face, it melted into a relaxed stare before you looked away from him, staring at the scenery before you a small smile gracing your face.

"You're right... I don't think I'll ever understand Baki, but I can accept it... Because it's something you love." You said. His eyes widened and he looked down at you. You never looked over at him, but the sweet, genuine look on your face and the tender gleam in your eyes remained. He smiled slowly as his eyes relaxed. The happy gleam in his eyes shone harder than before as he looked ahead of himself as well. 'Damn... She's one hell of a woman.' He thought.

The Boy Next Door

The Boy Next Door

You sat in your cubical, sighing tiredly as you hung up the phone, you leaned back in your chair, making it incline back, you raised your arms, stretching them high above your head as your back arches, you squealed in pleasure as you sighed, you relaxed against the chair, resting your elbow on the armrest as you held your head up. Your eyes closed as you listened to the phones ringing, hanging up, and people answering calls. The sound of rushed steps sounded out, the rustling of paper, stapling, printing, and shredding.

It was an atmosphere you've grown accustomed to but never really loved, but it brought you comfort from how familiar it was. 'I wonder how Baki's doing... I hope he's doing good in school, talking to friends having fun, learning... I wonder if he's still talking to that girl, I forget her name... Kozue??? That sounds about right, but I could be wrong, he doesn't speak about her often, but when he does he always looks so happy... Yet so troubled... I hope he didn't get into any more fights, but if he did I'll just have to bandage him up and give him a good lecture.' You thought, your eyes mindlessly roaming around your cubical.

Pictures of family and friends hung up on the walls of your cubical, your desk organized yet messy, your laptop open to a document page, sticky notes stuck to the frame of your laptop marking important dates and time frames from customers and employees. You sighed as you looked down at the bottom of your laptop screen checking the time. '11:40 am... It should be lunchtime for Baki, I wonder if he's enjoying his bento.' You thought as your chest filled with warmth at the thought of the young man.

'We go way back, he and I... He always loved those bento boxes I made him... He was always so grateful... He'd hold onto them for years, even after they were old and broken, and he'd place them on his shelf as souvenirs... He's always been such a sweet boy.' You thought fondly, reminiscing his younger years. 'And now. He's a young man now, about to graduate high school and be out there in the world... And I'm pretty sure that I'm still gonna be making him bento boxes.' You thought as you chuckled to yourself.

The Boy Next Door

The Boy Next Door

Baki sat on the roof of the school, the bento you gave him this morning was opened and was nearly empty, he was slowly eating the food you cooked for him, 10 sausages sliced to look like little squids, 10 rolled omelets, and 4 large rice balls. It was never enough to get him stuffed, but it was enough to get him satisfied. He smiled as he swallowed the last of his rice ball, reaching down for the last rolled omelet and soon after the last two sausages. He chewed it slowly, savoring the taste like it'd be his last meal. He placed it down gently, putting the lid on it, sliding his chopsticks back into its case closing it before he placed it on top on the bento box.

He clasped his hands in thanks before he leaned back on his hands and he let out a burp before he sighed happily, patting his stomach with a satisfied stare. "Whoo!! Man, that hit the spot... She always knows how much to feed me... No matter how old I am, she always somehow knew when my appetite grew... Is that what the other kids at school are always talking about... How their mothers always know without them saying anything?... Is that what they call 'A Mother's instinct?' " He questioned aloud to himself as he stared at the sky, watching the clouds slowly drift by.

"I wonder what she's doing right now?... Probably eating... Maybe still working... Talking on the phone with a customer... A co-worker... Hopefully, it's a lady and not another guy.... Ha, now I sound like those guys who are protective of their moms." He said with a chuckle, a small smile on his face. He lays there in silence a little longer, lying down on his back as he crosses his arms under his head. "I wonder... How would she feel if I called her 'Mom'?... I mean, I would be shocked if she called me 'son'... But she already calls me things like 'sweetie', 'dear' and 'love', so... Maybe she wouldn't mind?.... Who am I kidding, of course, she would mind... Would she though?" He questioned as he lay there.

He stayed there for a few more minutes before he sat up, his legs bent and his arms resting on them. He stared down at the bento box, a gentle look on his face as he did. "I wouldn't know, If I don't try, right?" He asked himself aloud.

The Boy Next Door

The Boy Next Door

You sighed tiredly as you placed the stack of paper down on the counter in the lounge area, you sighed as you leaned on it, your arm resting on the stack while your other hand rested on the table. "Man, I can't wait for my shift to be over, I'm so ready to go home and relax with a nice dinner." You said, you stood there a little longer before you began separating the papers alphabetical order. 'Hmm, I wonder if Baki would want to come over for dinner today, it's been a while since we had dinner together.' You thought as your hands worked on autopilot, your eyes keeping tabs on the letters while your brain wondered.

'I should ask him after school today if he wants to have dinner together, knowing him he'd say yes, little foodie.' You thought fondly, a small smile gracing your face as you thought about him stuffing his face. You loved seeing Baki happy, he had such a rough life, and you were proud to be another constant form of normalcy in his life aside from school and having a girlfriend. You shook your head, remembering the sight of a young Baki, hungry and tired after constant training and depression, he wasn't frail but he wasn't exactly a normal thickness for a healthy child either.

A sad look crossed your face as you thought about it. 'Child neglect... It's a high rise here in Japan... And it's always so sad to see... Some women and men just didn't need to be parents.' You thought, Baki's mother crossing your mind, her arrogant stare as she glared at you, a saddened Baki by her side as he stared up at you with those big sad eyes. You hated that woman, she didn't deserve to be a mother... She was a monster, a selfish bitch, chasing after a man who didn't even want her, taking her frustrations out on a child. Your jaw clenched at the thought of her

Over the years of taking care of Baki, you've come to love him as your own child, you wished he was yours. You loved having him around, he made you feel so complete. Hearing him laugh in your living room as he watched TV, like a normal child, hearing his footsteps as he walked around, getting ready for school or to hit the gym, hearing him coming in from gym or school, a proud look on his face as he told you about him breaking his limits or about his grade improving. You watched him grow from a young teen to a young man, it made you proud to be in his life.

You stood there quietly for a while, the sound of shuffling paper was the only sound as you placed them in order, you paused halfway through, and you looked up in thought for a moment before you went back to work. "I wonder what I should make for dinner." You said aloud.

The Boy Next Door

The Boy Next Door

Baki walked down the street, hand in pocket while the other held his bag, a thoughtful look on his face as he walked. 'I'm gonna do it... I'm gonna walk in, like normal, I'm gonna sit at the table, like normal, and then I'm just gonna say it... It's just a simple word... Nothing too extreme... I'll just sit there casually, and I'll just say. "So, what's for dinner, Mom?".... Damn this is hard... I don't wanna make things awkward between us... But I also don't wanna constantly guess and wonder forever... Damn, this is tough.' He thought as he looked up, his brows creased in worry.

He sighed as he paused, his chest expanding before he held it for a moment, exhaling and his shoulders relaxed. A determined gleam in his eyes as he put a pep in his step. "I'm gonna do it!!" He said aloud, his walking picking up speed as he walked home. He walked for a while, his fast pace never slowing as he walked, he felt energized, nervous, nauseous, excited, worried, motivated... He was buzzing with so many emotions. His determined glare softened to a gentle gleam when he saw your form from a distance.

You were walking at a simple pace, you looked so small, so tired, yet still strong and sturdy. 'That's a mom for you, she's tired, she's beaten, she's bruised, but she still laughs, she still smiles, she still gives time for her young, she still carries on... The strongest human on earth is Yujiro Hanma, but the hardest to break is a Mother's Love.' Baki thought as he watched you walk ahead. His steps picked up speed as he caught up to you, it didn't take long, and once close enough he tapped your shoulder.

You jumped a little, looking over your shoulder and you relaxed the questioning look on your face into a happy smile when you saw Baki. The loving gleam in your eyes shined brightly and he stared at them, soaking up the stare. "Oh, Baki!! There you are, I was just wondering what I should make for dinner tonight." You said. He stared down at you sweetly as he smiled walking towards your home, you followed, your steps side by side as you both walked together through the crowded streets. Baki's eyes gleamed brightly as he steeled his resolve. 'Now.... This is the best time to do this.' He thought as his hand in his pocket balled into a fist.

"How about grilled fish, miso soup, and egg rolls with some rice... Mom?" He said, his voice wavered nervously at the end. Your eyes widen and you snatch your head to look over at him in question. 'Did I hear him right?... Did he just call me "mom"?' You thought, the soft yet scared look on his face, the cold sweat his eyes locked ahead of him, it all answered your question and you smiled. You wrapped your arm around his making him look down at you in shock with a questioning look. The happy look on your face, your eyes gleamed with unshead tears as you looked up at him.

"That sounds like a good idea, Son." You said. He slowly smiled at you, the scared look in his eyes relaxed and melted into a happy gleam as he tightened his arm around yours slightly. "Great... I was actually craving that at school today." He said, you giggled. "Really now? Well, it's a good thing you told me then because I was gonna make some fried cabbage, rice, and omelet." You said through a chuckle. "What!? Again!? Come on, Mom, you gotta eat better than that." He said playfully. You chuckled. "I know, I know... But I'll eat better now, I promise." You said.

You both walked together down the street, arms locked, happy smiles on your faces as you both looked like a mother and son having a playful banter.

#baki son of ogre #baki the grappler #baki #baki hanma #baki hanma x reader #baki hanma x y/n #baki x reader #baki x y/n #hanma #hanma x reader #hanma x y/n

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Part 1

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Eight months pregnant, you were eagerly anticipating the arrival of your little bundle of joy. As you waddled around your home, preparing the nursery and organizing baby clothes, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with excitement and nerves. You were grateful to have the support of your partner, Simon Riley, by your side every step of the way.

Simon, a former soldier turned private military contractor, had met you a few years ago during a mission. The two of you had instantly hit it off, bonding over a shared love of adrenaline-fueled excitement and a deep sense of loyalty to each other. Despite the dangers of his job, Simon had always made sure to prioritize your safety and happiness above all else.

As your due date approached, Simon had become even more attentive and affectionate, showering you with love and support. He would rub your swollen feet, cook you delicious meals, and endlessly reassure you of his unwavering devotion. You couldn't have asked for a more caring and loving partner than Simon.

One evening, as you sat in the nursery rocking chair, gently caressing your baby bump, Simon entered the room with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He had a surprise planned for you, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in your heart.

"Close your eyes, love," Simon whispered, his strong arms guiding you to stand up.

You obeyed, shutting your eyes as he led you out of the nursery and into the living room. You could hear the sounds of soft music playing in the background, and the enticing scent of your favorite flowers wafted through the air.

"Okay, open your eyes," Simon said, his deep voice filled with anticipation.

As you opened your eyes, you gasped in delight at the sight before you. Simon had set up a romantic candlelit dinner for the two of you, complete with your favorite dishes and a bouquet of fresh flowers in the center of the table.

"I wanted to do something special for my beautiful partner and our little one," Simon said, his eyes filled with love and adoration.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you pulled Simon into a tight embrace, overcome with emotion. You knew that despite the challenges and uncertainties ahead, you were grateful to have Simon by your side, supporting you every step of the way.

As you sat down to enjoy the delicious meal together, Simon regaled you with stories of his past missions and daring escapades. You couldn't help but marvel at his bravery and strength, feeling even more in awe of the man you loved.

After dinner, Simon led you to the couch, where he pulled out a small box from his pocket. Your heart raced as he opened the box, revealing a sparkling diamond ring.

"Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife, Y/N?" Simon asked, his eyes shining with hope and love.

Overwhelmed with joy, you nodded through tears, embracing Simon as he slid the ring onto your finger. In that moment, surrounded by love and laughter, you knew that your future with Simon was bright and full of endless possibilities.

As the days flew by and your due date drew closer, Simon was a constant source of support and comfort for you. He would hold you close at night, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and soothing your fears with his calming presence.

When the day finally arrived and you went into labor, Simon was by your side every step of the way, holding your hand tightly and cheering you on as you bravely faced each contraction. And when your precious baby boy was finally born, Simon's eyes were filled with tears of joy and pride as he held him in his arms for the first time.

In the months that followed, Simon proved to be the most devoted and loving father, doting on his son and showering him with affection. You couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude for having such an amazing partner by your side, supporting you through the ups and downs of parenthood.

As you watched Simon play with your son, his face lit up with love and laughter, you knew that your family was complete and that your love story with Simon would continue to thrive and grow stronger with each passing day.

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#simon riley fluff #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you

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// Marvel's Voices: Pride (2023) #1

#gwenpool #gwen poole #marvel's voices: pride (2023)

[syddsatyrn]

Je t'aime Violet

By Sydd Satyrn

Chapter 1 ⛧ Chaper 2 ⛧ Chapter 3 ⛧

⛧Pairing: - Alastor x OC!Reader Violet

⛧Warnings: Drinking, smoking, swearing, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, adult themes, smut, P in V, sexual themes 18+ not for minors

⛧Words: 1.8k

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⛧Summary: Hello ladies, gentleman and nonbinary friends! I present to you, my series Je t'aime Violet. This story is staring my OC, Violet! She is a deer demon containing a lot of personality. With a gifted voice and a bit of jazz, she's got style and class on lock. After 7 years, Violet and Alastor's feelings towards each other never dissolved. Violet reconnects with the man who left with her heart, will she forgive him? Does Alastor have the ability to set his pride aside for love?

⛧Notes: @hellfiremunsonn is my lovely beta reader.

⛧Chapter 3: Under My Skin

Stirring in your sleep slightly you feel warmth radiating from behind you. A pair of arms holds you close and you fight your heavy eyelids. Your eyes slowly open and you roll over slowly to see a sleeping Alastor curled up behind you. Your face turns several shades of red, why are you so shocked? It's not like you two haven't slept in the same bed before.  

Alastor’s usual composed demeanor was softened in slumber, his features relaxed in the gentle morning light filtering through the curtains. You couldn't help but reach out and brush a stray strand of hair from his face, marveling at the contrast between the ruthless demon he presented to the world and the man who lay beside you now. The memories come flooding back in from the previous night and the conversation you both had. Alastor stirred awake with a soft murmur, his sleepy scarlet eyes meeting yours. “Don’t go…” He says, barely above a whisper. You smile and wrap your arms around him, he presses his forehead to yours. “I’m not going anywhere.” You whisper softly and he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. Alastor's eyes held a mixture of relief and longing as he gazed at you, his fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on your back. Your ears sit flat, you almost fall back asleep, his heartbeat and body heat lulling you back to slumber. Suddenly a loud knock accompanied by an even louder voice. “Alastor! Open up! It's me!” Mimzy says interrupting your peaceful sanctuary.

Alastor roused from his slumber at the sound of Mimzy's voice, his expression shifting from contentment to annoyance. Reluctantly, he disentangled himself from you and grabbed his long red robe, wrapping it around himself and tying it in the middle. He’s muttering under his breath about unwanted interruptions. You couldn't help but chuckle softly at his grumbling.

As Alastor opened the door, Mimzy barged in with her usual exuberance. Her eyes widening in surprise as she caught sight of you still in his bed, barely awake. "Well, well, well! Look who decided to drop by," she said with a mischievous grin. Alastor shot her a warning glare before turning his attention back to you.

"Can't a demon have a peaceful morning without you barging in, Mimzy?" Alastor quipped, though there was no real malice in his tone. Mimzy simply laughed and flopped down on the couch, making herself at home. “Violet, Its good to see you, doll! I heard you had a show tonight at the Brimstone lounge?” She asks and your eyes get wide, you sit up fully and recall the conversation you had with the owner last week. “Oh dear, It slipped my mind completely. But I will be there! Thank goodness you said something.” You reply, and hold out your hand to Alastor. “Would you care to join me as my guest tonight?” Violet asks,

a mischievous glint in your eye. Alastor's lips curled into a genuine smile as he took your hand, his touch sending a comforting warmth through you. "I would be delighted to accompany you, mon cheri." he replied graciously and gently pressed his lips to your hand. Mimzy clapped her hands in excitement, already planning the evening ahead. You’ve known Mimzy for a long time. Both of you work for the jazz, burlesque, and cabaret clubs in the city. A long while back Alastor had introduced you two and you both hit it off immediately. “I came here to invite Alastor out, but it looks like ya beat me to it, toots.” Mimzy says with a laugh. “It's good to see you two together again.” You smiled at her when you realized she was trying to set you two up. You finally get out of bed and give her a hug. “Well, I won't keep you, I’m sure you two are very busy.” Mimzy teases once again. “I’ll see you two love birds tonight!”

As Mimzy left, you turned back to Alastor with a sheepish smile. "She certainly knows how to stir things up, doesn't she?" Alastor chuckled softly, his eyes full of warmth as he gazed at you. "Indeed she does, but I must admit I am grateful for her interruption. It gave me an excuse to spend more time in your company." He says, taking a few steps closer to you. He tugs on your sweater, pulling you closer. “You of all people don’t need an excuse.” You reply with a playful tone as Alastor leans in and kisses you. Your arms wrap around his neck and you stand on your tip-toes. You smile against his lips and giggle at the radio demon's sudden display of affection.

The day passed in a blur of preparations for your show at the lounge. Alastor proved to be extremely helpful, assisting you with everything from selecting the perfect outfit to helping you with your setlist. Alastor wore a suit and you wore one of your best cocktail dresses. With your arm around him you both enter the dimly lit lounge, the place was thick with cigarette smoke and the smooth melodies of a jazz band. Soft amber lights cast shadows that danced across the walls. There were busy waiters, many conversations and glasses clinking. It is a rather busy night, which makes you a little nervous. Alastor guided you to a reserved table near the stage, his hand warm against the small of your back. As you settled into your seats, the anticipation of the night ahead began to build within you. Alastor's presence beside you was a grounding force, his scarlet eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. The jazz band started playing again, filling the room with alluring melodies that set the perfect ambiance for your performance. One of the staff members approaches you and asks you to come backstage to set up. They have a couple questions about your prop. You squeeze Alastor’s hand. He gives you an encouraging smile and a nod. The staff members were bustling around, making final preparations for the rest of the evening's performances. “This is enough water, right?” The gentleman asks, he gestures to the giant martini glass. You inspect it, and it looks good from what you can see. “Yes, this seems about right.” You answer, a couple of staff members push a rolling set of stairs behind it, they lock the wheels in place and take off to the next task. You head to your dressing room to get changed. Just as you finish putting on the final touches, there is a knock at the door. “You’re on in five, Miss Violet.” Says the voice on the other side. “Thank you!” The band was playing a soulful tune, setting the stage for your grand entrance. As you stepped out onto the stage, the spotlight illuminated you in a soft glow, casting a enchanting aura around you. The music swelled and the purple velvet curtains open. You wave at the crowd as everyone hollers, cheers and claps. You walk up to the microphone and take a deep breath. “I've got you under my skinI've got you, deep in the heart of meSo deep in my heart that you're really a part of meI've got you under my skin”

Your voice filled the room, some people whistled and other sat quietly. You remove the silk robe and toss it somewhere on stage, revealing your outfit. “I'd tried so, not to give inI said to myself this affair never will go so wellBut why should I try to resist when baby I know so wellI've got you under my skin” You slowly shed your left glove, one finger at a time, then the right, they fall to the floor. Your eyes lock onto Alastor’s, a visible red tint spreads across his face. He forgot that over the years you’ve perfected your shows, now you are more enticing as ever. “Don't you know, little foolYou never can winUse your mentalityWake up to realityBut each time that I do just the thought of youMakes me stop before I begin'Cause I've got you under my skin”You make your way to the set of stairs behind your giant martini glass and take a seat when you reach the top. The band continues to play as you slowly slide into the glass. Its a little cold but you get used to it quickly. As you recline in the giant martini glass, you pose your legs in different appealing positions. You splash the water around and you position you elbows on the edge of the glass to support yourself. A Stage hand walks over and grabs the mic and proceeds to hand it to you.

“Oh my love, I've got you under my skinI've got you, deep in the heart of meSo deep in my heart that you're really a part of meI've got you under my skin”

As the final chords of the song echo through the lounge, a wave of applause erupts from the audience. There is a radiant smile on your face as you wave to the crowd. You give Alastor a playful wink and the curtain closes. He had forgotten just how much he adored your voice, and your body was as alluring as ever. He feels like an utter fool, letting you go was clearly one of his biggest mistakes.

You went to the back to change into the dry clothes you came in with, you felt like you did really well, despite having Alastor’s eyes on you all night. Some of the staff waved as you left, this club has always been a pleasant place to work. When you exit the stage, Alastor is waiting there, his hand extended. His gaze never leaves you as he leads you back to the table. "You were absolutely stunning, my dear," he praised, leaning in to place a tender kiss on your cheek. You take a seat and he does the same. He wraps his arm around your waist as he sees others staring, some look rather angry. Alastor paid them no mind, really. One of his past times is irritating others and reveling in their jealousy. A sinister smirk on his face as you sit and chat with Mimzy for a moment. After a couple of drinks, Alastor starts to get a little handsy. He presses a kiss to the top of your head and scratches behind your fluffy ears. He plays with your hair and whispers compliments in your ear for the next hour. You both watched the remaining performers along with the Jazz band finish out the night. As the lounge began to empty out and the lights dimmed low, Alastor offered you his arm once again. “Shall we return to the hotel?” ——————————— Somewhere along the way home he said all the right things and made all the right moves because you were both making out in the hallway. He clumsily leads you back to his room while his tongue traced your bottom lip and entered your mouth.

As you stumble into his room, the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you enveloped in desire. The air is charged with anticipation as he pulls you closer, his touch sending shivers down your spine. The room is dimly lit, casting shadows that dance across his face, making him look hungry and dangerous. Your heart races as his hands explore every inch of your body, igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume you both. In that moment, nothing else matters but the raw connection you share with him. Alastor’s hands find the zipper on your dress, the straps fall down the shoulders and you let the garment fall to your hips.

His fingers trace your neck and shoulders, his touch sending shivers down your spine. He plants tender kisses along your jaw and collarbone. Every part of you tingles in anticipation. Alastor's hands roam over your curves, exploring the curves he hadn't seen in years. His mouth traces a path down your chest and stomach, making its way to the black lace of your bra. Alastor removes it carefully,

his hands snake down to your hips before pulling off your dress completely, leaving you in just your matching black panties and stockings. He slowly leads you to his bed, you kick off your shoes and climb into bed, Alastor craws on top of you. Your heart races as he brushes his hardness against you, his hands move up to cup your face gently as he kisses you deeply yet again. You loosen his tie and begin to unbutton his shirt, reveling in the sight of his skin

you can't help but run your hands over. He sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes darkening, his horns grow as he gazes at you hungrily.

Alastor's hands reach for the button on his pants, and with a deft touch, he unfastens it. He pushes his pants down, revealing his hardness underneath. Your eyes lock onto it, and a moment of hesitation passes between you both. “Alastor?” You say his name softly and he hums in response. “I want you so bad…Please…” You whine and he pulls off your panties slowly, admiring every curve and stroke along the way. “Patience my dear, I truly missed this, you’ll have to excuse my indulgence. His fingers brush against your clit and you gasp at the sensation, moaning loudly as he takes it into his mouth. He sucks on it gently, causing nearby candles to flare. His ears flick and his tail twitches once he tastes you. You feel his tongue dance around it teasingly before slowly sliding two fingers inside of you. You moan loudly followed by something that sounds like his name.

You grasp the sheets tightly, unable to contain yourself as his tongue laps up every drop. Each movement of his lips and fingers elicits more whimpers and gasps from you. Your thighs shake slightly, desperately wanting more of him.

You can feel the thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance now, teasing it before slowly pushing inside of you. Alastor's deep red eyes lock onto yours, every inch of him claiming you as his own. You gasp as he starts moving in and out of you in a slow rhythm that mirrors his breathing. The bed creaks underneath you both as he thrusts deeper inside, hitting that perfect spot inside of you with each stroke that makes you cry. Your arms wrap around his neck as you let out another lewd moan. “I’ve missed this, Violet. You’ve always been a good pet. ”He says in you ear, Alastor's voice is like honey, deep and smooth as he speaks to you. He had a commanding presence, like a predator stalking its prey, and yet there was also a tenderness in his touch. His words were like sweet poison and you’re desperate for more.

As Alastor continues to pound into you, his hips slapping against yours. Every thrust sends a wave of pleasure through you, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you lose yourself in the sensation. You can feel your climax building, your walls clenching around his length as you beg him to go faster.

"Oh gods... Alastor!" You scream out, your voice shaking with passion as hot white-hot pleasure washes over you. He growls low in his throat, taking advantage of your desperation and driving even deeper into you with every stroke. Your body tightens around him again and again as waves of pleasure roll through you. Moments later, Alastor cums inside of you with a groan followed by another low growl. He fills you up, his forehead resting on your shoulder as he tries to ride out the rest of his high. “Fuck…” He says as he tries to catch his breath. He doesn’t swear very often so when he does, its rather funny. You lay in his arms panting, attempting to catch your breath. Alastor cups you cheek, stroking it with his thumb. "You're simply breathtaking, Violet," he whispered, his voice rough and full of static. Your fingers card through his hair and you both take a moment to recover in each other's arms. Alastor slowly pulls out of you and your breath hitched. Alastor reluctantly removes himself and your muscles relax against the mattress. You both clean yourselves up, he crawls into bed with you and pulls the covers over your body. Alastor curls up behind you and kisses the top of your head. "It's been a long time, Violet," Alastor says, tracing his fingers lightly down your cheek.

“Well…you know what they say” You reply just barely above a whisper. "The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again."

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[wannabemurdock]

the casual transition of fwb rough sex w frank castle to him genuinely caring about reader and making love to them

idk idk just the thought of those big hands that are capable of so much violence being so soft and gentle

5 + 1, Frank Castle (Part 1)

masterlist | series masterlist (coming soon)

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader

Summary: the five times it was just sex and the one time it wasn’t

Word count: 916 words

Contains: rough smut. use of vibrator. spanking. minimal aftercare.

Notes: I want this to be a series inspired by the format and style like @tuiccim’s topping Steve Rogers series. Tuiccim is an amazing writer and I highly recommend their work. I tried really hard with this but i'm hoping my writing will improve as the series goes on so please be patient with me.

Minors do not interact

Requests are open

not my gif but damn do i love it

Your wrists twist and pull against the binds tying them to the head of your bed. Rope burn starting to set it from your constant movements. Frank’s large frame looms over you from the end of the bed as he marvels at the sight out you.

The hunger in his eyes has you wondering what you signed up for. But no matter what, you come back every time. The light of the city softly creeps into your apartment as your eyes rake over him. The cut and curve of his muscles are only accentuated by the dim lighting. His scars shine with every movement and breathe. The positioning of your head doesn't allow you to look any lower. Something in you is grateful for that.

“Keep starin’ at me like that and I’ll blindfold ya’. I'm not a piece of meat.” Your chest heaves at the joking threat. You analyse his face for any sort of lie but you know better. You know him. “Behave.”

“Yes, sir.” He trails the tip of the vibrator along the length of your legs. The smooth silicon leaves a path of goosebumps in its wake. Swatting your legs apart, he positions himself between them. Placing the wand next to you, his hands gripping your hips. His calloused hands rub small circles before flipping you onto your stomach. The ropes attaching you to the bed head twist, leaving you with even less movement.

A harsh hand lands on the curve of your ass, a yelp escapes you.

"Colour?" His hand soothes the quickly reddening path of skin.

"Green." Another slap lands, sending you forward on the bed slightly.

"Colour." You can hear the irritation rising in his voice at your disrespect.

"Green, sir."

"Atta girl." The slight praise has you keening for his touch. Too lost in your anticipation you don't hear him grab and turn on the wand. You jolt as he presses the head to your core before quickly pulling it away. You whine at the loss.

"You're going to take what I give you, and you're going to be grateful for it. Understand?" A third slap echoes throughout the room. Frank traces the red handprint radiating on your ass. Pride growing in his chest.

He presses the vibrator against you once again. Tracing the tip up and down, just not enough pressure to give you any real pleasure. Biting your lip, you wouldn't dare make a noise. He grabs your hips, hoisting then till you're on your knees. Your pussy glistening in the glow of the city has Frank feeling weak in the knees.

Showing some mercy, he pressed the round head of wand flat against your clit. A low moan emits from your chest as you relax into the mattress. You feel your end nearing quickly, the anticipation of earlier mixed with the constant buzzing has a heat starting to build in your stomach. The muscle in your thighs are starting to burn, knees shaking when Frank pulls it away. He watches you clench around nothing at the loss. Not a sound leaves you.

"Good girl. Doing the bare minimum that I ask for. Do you think you deserve a reward?"

"No, sir. Not for the bare minimum, sir."

"Look at you learning. I think that deserves a reward." Before you can say anything, he leans down, licking a flat stripe up your folds before pressing the wand back to you.

It doesn't take long for you get back to where you had left off. Knees shaking, chest heaving. Your body feels like its on fire as it tips over the edge. Spiralling head first into pure euphoria. You would've collapsed if Frank didn't think to grab your hip with he free hand as wave after wave come crashing over you.

Frank continues to hold the wand against you. Your nerves on end as you come down from one orgasm, straight into a second. Overstimulation already settling deep into your bones and 2 highs turn into 3, then 4. You don't know how long its been or how many times you've came but suddenly it all stops.

Frank discards the wand somewhere on the bed.

"Colour?"

"Green, sir."

"Can you give me one more?" He asks, pressing the tip against you. Time drags as he waits for your answer.

"Y-yeah, sir. I can." That's all he needs before letting go. He sets a brutal pace, hips slapping against you. The hand print still glowing as he ruins you further.

Reaching down, he touches your already too sensitive clit, sending you into a high like no other. Vision going white as a suffocating heat engulfs you. Pulling out, hot white spirts of come covers your back as you collapse onto the bed.

He’s quick to untie you. Checking your face for any signals that you’re not alright before heading into your bathroom. Coming back with a damp wash cloth and a bottle of lotion he found under your sink.

He takes his time, cleaning you up and massaging your sore wrists. Rubbing lotion into the fresh red marks across your body before grabbing his clothes and disappearing into the bathroom once again. He emerges fully dressed with a glass of water in his hand. Helping you sit up, he rubs your back as you finish the glass.

“We should do that again.” Mumbling, he gets up and leaves. Shutting the bedroom door behind him. Leaving you in the silence of your apartment.

Not like its the first time.

#wannabemurdock's asks #marvel #marvel smut #marvel fandom #marvel fic #frank castle #frank castle smut #frank castle x reader smut #frank castle x reader #punisher x reader #punisher smut #punisher x reader smut #punisher

[thisblogisaboutabook]

Cowboy Like Me - Part 4

Azriel x Reader

Part four of my fic inspired by the queens of my heart, Taylor Swift and Sarah J. Maas.

Reader meets another member of the Inner Circle!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

Warnings: alcohol

“This would look stunning on you!” The cheery blonde before me raved. Her golden locks falling over her shoulders as she held the gown up to my body.

When Azriel brought me to Velaris, I didn’t know what to expect. I’d heard rumors of the glowing city - the way the stars and fae lights reflected off the waters of the Sidra flowing through it, turning the river into a living rainbow. A city of diversity where lesser and higher fae alike roamed the streets in peace. Like most things in life, it sounded too good to be true.

But experiencing it was surreal - like jumping from one world to another far more advanced world. Various fae strode side by side in casual conversation as delightful aromas of spices and baked goods wafted past from the markets full of goods being peddled by smiling vendors. The streets lined with businesses for every need: restaurants, taverns, book shops, healing centers, grocers, apothecaries, even theaters and music halls.

Azriel brought me to a cafe for tea upon arrival where we sat on a cozy patio warmed by some form of magic similar to whatever warmed the Moonstone Palace. The tea blend imported from somewhere on the continent warmed my insides with a smooth flavor that even the most particular of tastebuds could appreciate. Azriel stuck with a classic breakfast tea. The way this male licked his lips after a sip warmed me inside even more than the steaming brew in my cup. Did he realize how beautiful he was?

“So….what do you think?” He asked.

“Beautiful” I marveled, my gaze locked in on him, the corded muscles of his arm, the way his eyes crinkled just slightly as his lips turned up into a smile, his bright hazel eyes filled with pride as he shared a place so special with me.

Right, the city.

I quickly averted my gaze from the beautiful male before me back to the streets. I continued, “I love it. The joy that flows effortlessly from the people is palpable. I can tell that your court takes excellent care of the citizens… they’re, lucky to have you.”

Perhaps my eyes were deceiving me but I could have sworn that a blush dusted his cheeks at the statement. He really did take pride in this place and its people.

We locked eyes again for a moment before Azriel broke the contact in favor of another bite from his powdered pastry, a bit of the confectioners sugar dusting the corner of his mouth.

Without thinking, I licked my thumb and leaned over the table, wiping away the powdered sugar.

Azriel went still, mouth slightly agape at the contact. It was my turn to blush. “I… I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. You just had a speck of sugar.”

Azriel stared for another moment before blinking, snapping himself out of whatever overcame him. “Actually,” mischief alight in his eyes “you’ve got a bit just right-“ And before I could realize what he was doing, he swiped sugar off of his pastry and ran a stripe down my nose. “There.”

“You little-” I gaped. My sentence cut off as he threw his head back laughing, a warm, deep laugh that ran through me like a damn symphony. A symphony I would love to hear on repeat for the rest of my life. Before I could finish my statement a chuckle cut through the melody of Azriel’s voice as the High Lord and a gorgeous blonde female stepped up to us.

Azriel’s laughter promptly stopped as he looked to the two. Nodding his head in greeting.

Smirking, Rhysand turned to me. “I’d love to hear the rest of that sentence y/n.”

I grinned. Replying with, “I’ll let you use your imagination.” which earned another chuckle from the blonde and High Lord.

Azriel stood. “Y/N this is the Morrigan.” gesturing toward Mor. “Morrigan, this is Y/N, a temporary colleague of mine.”

Temporary.

Ow. Why did that sting a little?

Pull yourself together, girl.

“It’s an honor to meet you, lady Morrigan.” I nodded in reverence toward the famed female warrior.

“Oh please.” She waived a hand in friendly dismissal. “No need for formalities. Please, call me Mor.”

Azriel placed his palms on the table gently, pushing himself up and I followed suit. He informed me that he had a meeting to attend with Rhysand and was leaving me in the hands of Mor who not only was gifted in “truth” but apparently “retail therapy” as well, leading me to the boutique we were shopping in now.

“It is a lovely color and the material is divine.” I replied to Mor, taking in the intricate details of the dress she’d held up to me.

“Come on!” She pleaded. “You HAVE to try this on”

“Fine.” I shrugged. “But only if you try on that gorgeous number that you’ve been eyeing since we stepped in here.”

A wicked grin crossed her full lips. “Oh, you are so on.”

We spent the next several hours browsing shops. I ended up with far too many shopping bags filled with cosmetics, shoes, clothing, a few lacy under things, and even a pair of sapphire earrings. The dress that I settled on was to be altered to my exact measurements and then delivered to the “River House” as Mor had called it.

I had my own money but Mor insisted that she place the items on the High Lord’s tab. Not so begrudgingly, I agreed. I was here for work after all… and I was shopping for a ball that Rhysand intended for me to spy at.

Mor let out an exasperated whoosh of breath and placed a hand on her stomach. Feigning starvation, she insisted we stop for lunch at a new restaurant along the Sidra that she’d been dying to try out. She spirited away our bags into a pocket realm and looped her arm into mine as we walked to the eatery.

Mor ordered a rather expensive bottle of wine imported from the Summer Court along with several tapas plates for us to share.

We fell into easy conversation with eachother. Mor had a warmth about her that could likely get even the most closed off soul to open up to her. Perhaps it had to do with her gift of truth but I had a feeling it was just who she was. I never imagined that the fierce warrior I read about in my studies would be so kind and welcoming.

I only shared surface level details of my history and did not delve into the deeper details that I’d shared with Azriel. However, Mor and I seemed to read each other well - whatever I had experienced, she wouldn’t press further on. Just as I wouldn’t press further on whatever the sadness that lingered behind her eyes was due to when she talked of her past.

As the wine kicked in, Mor finally pressed, “So…. How has living with Azriel been? Hopefully not too full of brooding.” She smirked over the rim of her glass.

I snickered. “No, not all brooding. I smacked some sense into him one evening with a baguette and that seemed to set him straight.”

She burst into a laugh and it was probably the effects of the wine working against me but I admitted for the first time, “I’ve rather enjoyed his company.”

Mor waggled her eyebrows in return, pulling a roll of the eyes from me. “Not like that - he’s just not the cold, unfeeling spymaster that the world views him as.”

She gave a knowing nod in return. “You’re not wrong. He’s a really good male, Y/N. And he seems to have warmed up to you quite well.”

I scoffed. “And how would you know that- that he has warmed up to me?”

I anticipated a witty retort but her gaze remained soft, “He doesn’t laugh like he did this morning for just anyone.”

Swirling the remaining wine in my glass, I contemplated, a question looming in my mind.

Liquid courage don’t fail me now.

“Nesta told me that Azriel has been quiet lately, well, quieter anyway - that he doesn’t go to what she called ‘family dinners’ as often.”

Mor paused for a moment. I started to speak again, realizing my question came out as a statement but she spoke before I could clarify.

“Azriel is… well, he’s got a complicated past. He struggles to see his worth when to everybody else it’s right there in front of him. He thinks he’s undeserving of love, and withdraws when he gets too close to it. He’d rather admire from afar than risk rejection or getting hurt.”

My brows furrowed. A pant of sadness echoing through me. I understood what she was saying but remained curious as to why it changed recently.

Reading my expression, she continued. “I don’t know what exactly happened but he and Feyre’s older sister, Elain, not Nesta. They seemed to grow close after she was Made by the cauldron. Several of us wondered if they were or would become an item but things seemed to fizzle out. We thought perhaps Elain would pursue her mate but she hasn’t.”

“Oh…” I mumbled. “I see.”

If he’d been brooding and not coming around, something told me that he was not over whatever happened between them. My stomach turned over at the thought which felt completely absurd. I owed this male absolutely nothing and he owed me nothing. Sure, he told me he didn’t have a girlfriend but… he was free to see whomever he pleases. Our relationship was a professional one and nothing more.

Mor once again sensed my inner turmoil, raising her eyebrows and setting down her now emptied glass. “His laugh this morning, the one he let out before Rhys and I showed up, I haven’t heard a laugh like that from him in a long time. You’re good for him.”

I finished off my own glass of wine, allowing her words to settle between us. “We’re only colleagues.”

The blonde female’s responding smirk suggested she believed anything but. Graciously, she only waived a dismissive hand before standing up and taking my arm. “Come on, we’ve got more shopping to do.”

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By the time we reunited with Azriel and Rhys, it was nearly dusk. Mor and I giggled, whispering to eachother as we approached, more than a little tipsy from the drinks we’d had at lunch, plus the champagne the ladies at one of the higher-end boutiques had given us.

My eyes locked with Azriel’s and my breath caught at the gleam of amusement in his shining hazel eyes. The little smirk forming at the corner of his mouth could be responsible for my entire undoing. Gods, this male was a gorgeous sight.

Rhys spared me from any awkwardness stemming from my lingering gaze by cutting in with a playful tone. “I extended an invitation to Azriel for you both to join us for dinner tonight, but he said you’d be too tired from your day of shopping. You don’t look that tired to me.”

Azriel looked at me as if to say “don’t”. Yet between the liquid courage and Mor’s encouraging elbow to the ribs - ouch - I defied him.

“I’m actually feeling rather invigorated, and hungry, after all of today’s excitement. Dinner sounds wonderful!”

Rhysand clapped his hands together, completely diverting his gaze from Azriel who was glaring daggers into him. “Excellent.” He extended an arm to me, his other arm motioning eastward. “This way to the River House.”

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Azriel

Watching Y/N and Rhys walk arm and arm warmed something in his chest. Mor in turn looped her arm through Azriel’s as the other two walked ahead.

There was a time when Azriel would have relished this moment with Mor, his heart fluttering at the contact but now all he felt was the warmth of an old friend. He would always love Mor but as a sister, a dear friend, nothing more.

“So…” she broke his contemplative silence. “I like her.”

He rolled his eyes at the wicked smirk on her face. “Don’t start, Mor.”

“What?” She gasped, the portrait of mock innocence. “Can’t I tell my dearest friend that I enjoy the company of his-“ she cleared her throat “colleague.”

His lips pressed into a straight line, praying she didn’t notice the slight uptick in his heartbeat. “She’s just my partner for an assignment, Mor, nothing more.”

“Very well.” Mor replied. “I won’t press further. Just remember that my gift is truth and I have known you for over 500 years. I know your tells, Az.”

Changing the topic, he muttered “You had to encourage her to come to dinner, didn’t you?”

She didn’t miss the light blush that dusted his cheekbones. “What? Like I said, I enjoy her company.”

“Yes, but with the entire family? At the River House? I know you’ve noticed the tension there. Couldn’t you enjoy her company elsewhere?”

“Oh - I plan to.”

Before Azriel could dive into whatever she was implying with that statement, Mor added in, “by the way, what IS going on with you lately? Particularly in regard to a certain Archeron sister.”

“Gods, Mor.” Azriel stated. Squeezing the bridge of his nose in response to her pertinence. “Please, just drop it for now.”

Noting his expression and the agitated flare of his shadows, Mor huffed, “Ugh, fine.”

Pleased with the return to silence, Azriel returned his gaze to Y/N and his High Lord. Whatever they were talking about as the setting sun shrouded her in a deep golden-orange hue, had her throwing her head back, absolutely cackling. His shadows urged him to give them the go-ahead to see what they were talking about but he reined them in. A small secret smile ghosted his lips as he memorized the sight of the incandescent beauty before him, her laugh carrying through the air like a melody.

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[guysgetbigger]

Owen the Farmhand: Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The First Day on the Farm

The old farmhouse stood tall against the endless stretch of fields, its weathered planks and creaking roof whispering secrets of years long past. It was here that I, Owen, a slender 17-year-old boy of mere 5'6" and a hundred pounds, had come to work. The farmer, Mr. Thompson, towered over me at 6'0" and a strong, hefty 220 pounds. His size suited his role as the man in charge on the farm.

On my first day, Mr. Thompson couldn't help but jest at my small stature. "You're a bit on the scrawny side, aren't ya?" he chortled, his deep voice resonating across the yard. His son, Rick, 5'10" and 180 pounds, joined in the mockery. It was clear I was going to be the target of their jabs.

With every task, every moment of standing in crowded corridors with these larger folks, I felt increasingly out of place amidst the brawny laborers. My insecurities gnawed at me, but I was determined to prove myself. With each duty, I put my heart into it, hoping that one day I might be considered more than just the "small kid" on the farm.

The Thompsons fed me breakfast, lunch and dinner every day in their cozy kitchen. Mrs. Thompson, a kind and soft-spoken woman, prepared the meals with love and care. She was a keenly observant woman, well aware of the teasing I endured, and her empathy showed in the small, reassuring smiles she offered me.

Noticing how small I was and how much smaller I felt, Mrs. Thompson began sneaking something special into my meals. The flavor was subtle, a touch of something earthy and sweet that I couldn't quite place, and I didn't realize until much later that she was only sprinkling it into my plates. It wasn't just a unique flavor: the real magic lay in its effects. It made me hungrier, and with a few extra bites of Mrs. Thompson's cooking I could feel my body changing, gradually and imperceptibly feeling stronger and sturdier with every meal.

In the privacy of my room each night, I'd scrutinize my reflection in the dim candlelight. Every day, I seemed to gain a pound or two. My clothes became a bit snug, my muscles just a little more defined. I marveled at the subtle growth, feeling a swell of excitement and pride. I was becoming more than just the "small kid." My smooth skin was starting to gain some body hair, and I was gaining a nice shape to my pecs. I was finally starting to look like a man!

As the weeks passed, I started to notice new little milestones as Mrs Thompson tailored larger fits for me and I found myself not feeling quite as small around the others. The farmer and his son remained oblivious, too preoccupied with their own duties and preconceived ideas of how small I was to them. But I reveled in the small triumphs, feeling my insecurities melt away with every new pound I gained.

Not only was I adding pounds to my frame, I was also growing slightly taller every few days! This was thrilling to me, as I'd been waiting since middle school for a growth spurt to kick in. Whatever was happening to me, I was delighted and here for it.

One sunny morning, I stood next to Mr. Thompson while we inspected the crops. His broad shoulders loomed over me, but I couldn't help but notice that the gap between our heights had lessened. It was subtle, and I don't think he noticed, but it was progress. I held my head a little higher that day.

Rick, too, couldn't resist a sly grin when he saw me lifting a bale of hay with more ease than before. "Looks like the little man is finally becoming useful," he teased. I wondered if he noticed I wasn't so little any more. Our four inch gap had lessened, as I was probably standing at 5'8" now.

Unbeknownst to them, and with the silent support of Mrs. Thompson, I was slowly growing into my own. The transformation was quiet, almost unnoticeable, but it was happening. And with each subtle change, I took another step toward proving that I was a bigger than they realized.

#owenthefarmhand #story

[acesincomics]

First looks at Gwenpool in Marvel’s Voices: Pride 2023!

For Marvel’s annual Pride anthology, Gwenpool will star in the story “Everything’s Coming Up Aces”, by aroace creator Marieke Nijkamp, Pablo Collar, and Michael Wiggam.

Yes, that is Gwenpool wearing an aromantic asexual flag! We love to see it!

“I love Gwen for her wonderful meta chaos, and getting to write an aroace super hero as an aroace writer is truly magical. These are the types of stories that make readers feel seen, and it's more important than ever to have such an amazing celebration of proudly queer and trans heroes and unflinching joy!” -Marieke Nijkamp

Gwenpool is also featured in this Marvel’s Voices: Pride variant cover by Jan Bazaldua & Tamra Bonvillain.

Marvel’s Voices: Pride is out June 14th.

Get your preorders in by the FOC, tomorrow 4/30!

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[why-i-love-comics]

Marvel's Voices: Pride #1 - "Everything's Coming Up Aces" (2023)

written by Marieke Nijkamp art by Pablo Collar & Michael Wiggam

#gwenpool #gwen poole #marvel #wednesday spoilers #spoilers #comic spoilers

[wonuwrites]

Hello, I wanted to ask for a reaction from seventeen, how would he react to you being the voice of some movie, exactly Gwen from Spider-Man across the spider verce?💋

oooo! I don't know much about Gwen from Spiderverce that much but I will try my best <333

warning: suggestive(?) tbd, fluff, totally fluffy, more fluffy then nothing lmaooooo // also not proof reading because I kept you waiting awhile :( sorry it took a decade

listening to: this

gonna do them all randomly so lets goooo~

✭ Joshua -

He would find it so precious when he found out you were cast to play a part in a voice over. He knew that you loved doing things like that and seeing that you were accepted just made his heart just so full of pride. He was the first person you told and he was so proud of you for following through with your dreams.

✭ Vernon -

He would not have been as vocal as some of the other members of how proud of you getting a part in a voice over but he would show it. He would post about it on his Instagram, Weverse, and shoot he'd be one of the reasons your film did so good on streaming services when it *finally* released. He was so proud of you, and you knew it. <3

✭ Minghao -

He'd be pretty similar to Vernon in showing you how proud he was however, he would be a bit more vocal about it? Even though he is one of the shyer members, seeing how excited you were when you found out you got that role would spark something in him that would be just so loving and awww. idk im soft

✭ Woozi ~

He would show love and pride by gifts. He'd buy you flowers, your favorite snacks, anything. He would also be so excited he would tell the members the exciting news when he was at practice. He would try to play it cool when he was with you but everyone including you bc he's not slick knew how proud he was of you <3

✭ Seungkwan ~

ohhh myyy gosh~ Seungkwan would be your personal cheerleader ever since you were thinking about auditioning for the role. He would read lines with you, he would "act" out scenes, and would send coffee trucks for you on days you were filming. He was so proud of his best friend, his significant other, his soulmate. <333

✭ Dino ~

Like Seungkwan, Channie would be your biggest cheerleader and supporter. After day 1 of filming, he would be on set with your favorite drink, snacks, and flowers and would have the biggest smile on his face. He was so so proud of you. Your voice was one of his most favorite noises in the world and he was so excited the world would be able to hear it as well. He also would get cocky? Like he would tell people "you know who voiced this? (Y/N), aka my perfect girlfriend/boyfriend. Isn't her voice just so nice?" wripewjribweir

✭ DK ~

After finding out that you got the role, you both were jumping up and down screaming in excitement. You had been praying, manifesting, and wishing for years to become a voice actor and it finally came true. Seokmin was so excited that he was with you when you got that phone call because he knew how stressed and nervous you were post audition. He would give you a big hug and say "see! I told you! I told you they would pick you!"

✭ Wonwoo ~

So y'all remember when Wonwoo went "awoo" while watching Mingyu's fancam? (for those who don't or just want the friendly reminder here lol.) This is how he would react to you being a voice actor. Especially in a Marvel film?? In his eyes, he won the friggin jackpot! When they were on tour, he would always put on your film on and would be so happy whenever your parts came on. He would always take a picture of your character and send it to you. It was honestly very precious. <3

✭ Hoshi ~

Oh he would be so ecstatic like Seokmin. When you found out you ran to the dance practice room just so you could tell him before anyone else could. When he saw you he'd give you a hug out of instinct but once you *casually* told him you got the role he would pick you up and spin you around. He would then shout and tell whoever else in the room the happy news causing everyone else to cheer.

✭ Jun ~

He would have found out from a news source before you had the opportunity to tell you. He'd be at your door with a bouquet of flowers and take out from your favorite restaurant. He would just be smiling so wide and kept telling you congratulations. Like Seungkwan, he would read lines to help practice. He was just so happy that you both had another and new thing in common. <3

✭ S. Coups ~

Cheolie would have reservations at your favorite restaurant as soon as you both found out. He would keep smiling at you like a proud dad lol , because he is daddy af, and would continuously tell you how proud of you he was of you getting this role. He would be similar to Jihoon and shower you with gifts. He also decided that for the movie premiere he would buy the dress you would wear and make sure his suit matched. <3

✭ Mingyu ~

Speaking of movie premieres, Mingyu was the perfect date for you. He would show up for you both in front and behind the cameras. He knew what it was like to be in front of flashing cameras and when you had told him you were nervous about that, he would take your hand in his and kiss it and tell you there was nothing to worry about because he was right there with you. <3 // besides attending the premiere, he would also take you on a celebratory date, help with lines, drive you to the filming, stay with you on late night shoots, and just show how much he loved and supported you in any way he could think fit. You were his little rockstar <33

✭ Jeonghan ~

Jeonghan found out shortly after you did because you had been crying on the floor because you were shocked by the news. When he finally got it out of you he was so proud of you. He ended up kissing you all over your face and whispering congrats to you over and over again. He would be wiping away your happy tears and then would ask more about your role. He wanted to know everything.

A/N: Hope this was good and didn't let you down xo

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[mysweetlixe]

Chapter 1 : New Beginnings

Genre: Angst and Co-worker au

words: 2.9k

Summary: Y/N lands her dream job at a prestigious company and quickly becomes enamored with her boss, Minho. Despite his marriage, there is a strong connection between them that leads to drama and deceit as they try to hide their feelings from everyone else.

Masterlist

Y/N felt a shiver of excitement tingle down her spine as she stepped out of the cab, her eyes immediately drawn to the sleek, modern office building towering above her. The glass facade glimmered in the morning sun, reflecting her anticipation like a mirror. Her heart pounded with nervous energy as she clutched her purse tightly, taking careful steps towards the entrance.

The scent of ambition and success filled the air, surrounding her with an invisible aura of exhilarating potential. As she walked, Y/N could almost see her future unfurling ahead of her, like a red carpet leading through the revolving doors and into the building. The sound of her heels clicking on the pavement melded with the distant hum of city life, creating a symphony that seemed to sing of limitless possibilities.

"Today is the day," Y/N murmured to herself, her voice barely audible over the thumping of her heart. She took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill her lungs and steady her nerves. This was the beginning of a new chapter in her life, one that she had been dreaming of since she was a little girl. She couldn't afford to let fear or self-doubt hold her back now.

As she reached the entrance, Y/N paused for a moment, her fingers hovering over the cold metal handle. She closed her eyes, visualizing herself walking confidently through the office, forming bonds with her colleagues, and making a name for herself in the industry. When she opened them again, she felt a newfound determination wash over her, wrapping her in a cloak of courage that would shield her from any challenges that lay ahead.

With one final deep breath, Y/N grasped the handle and pulled open the door, stepping across the threshold and into the world she had always dreamed of.

Upon crossing the threshold, Y/N was instantly struck by the grandeur of the office lobby. Her eyes swept across the impressive expanse, taking in every detail with a mix of awe and curiosity. The high ceilings seemed to stretch endlessly upward, giving the space an air of lofty sophistication, while the polished marble floors gleamed beneath her feet, reflecting the soft golden glow of the strategically placed lighting.

Modern art installations adorned the walls, their abstract forms and vibrant colors catching Y/N's attention as she moved further into the room. She couldn't help but marvel at the intricate patterns and bold designs, each piece telling a story that she longed to unravel. It was clear that this company valued not only excellence in its employees but also in the environment they cultivated.

As Y/N approached the sleek reception desk, she could feel the anticipation bubbling up inside her chest like champagne fizzing in a glass. Her fingers tightened around her bag strap, seeking comfort in the familiar texture as she prepared herself for the next step in her journey.

"Hello," she began hesitantly, her voice barely audible over the low hum of ambient music that filled the lobby. "I'm Y/N. Today is my first day."

The receptionist looked up from her computer screen, her warm smile immediately putting Y/N at ease. "Ah, welcome!" she said, her tone both friendly and professional. "We've been expecting you. You must be very excited to start your new position."

"Thank you," Y/N replied, feeling a surge of pride at the acknowledgment. "I am. I've been looking forward to this day for quite some time."

As Y/N exchanged pleasantries with the receptionist, she couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging begin to take root within her. This was where she was meant to be, she realized – amidst the gleaming marble, the striking art, and the elegant architecture that seemed to whisper promises of success and fulfillment.

With each step she took in this new world, Y/N felt more and more certain that it was here – in the heart of this sleek, modern office – where her dreams would finally come true.

"Your new workplace is on the 23rd floor, Y/N," the receptionist said with a reassuring smile. "Take the elevator right over there, and it will bring you straight up."

"Thank you so much," Y/N replied, her heart swelling with gratitude. She took a deep breath, her gaze flickering to the elevator that would carry her even closer to her dreams.

"Good luck, and enjoy your first day!" the receptionist called out as Y/N began to walk away, her words a gentle nudge of encouragement.

As she made her way across the glossy marble, Y/N couldn't help but feel the weight of anticipation settling upon her shoulders. Each step towards the elevator seemed to echo throughout the cavernous lobby, her heels clicking in time with the racing beat of her heart.

The doors slid open with a soft whoosh, revealing the sleek interior of the elevator car. Steeling herself, Y/N stepped inside, enveloped by the subtle scent of polished metal and leather. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the button marked "23" - a simple action fraught with symbolism.

"Here goes nothing," she murmured under her breath, willing her voice not to waver. She could sense her own reflection staring back at her from the gleaming walls, eyes wide and earnest, searching for reassurance.

As the elevator began its smooth ascent, Y/N allowed herself a moment to reflect on the journey that had led her here. All the late nights spent studying, the countless interviews and rejections – they had all been worth it. She closed her eyes, her thoughts swirling like a kaleidoscope of memories and emotions.

"Believe in yourself, Y/N," she whispered, the words a mantra etched into her very soul. "This is where you belong."

Her heart pounded in her chest, the rhythm both exhilarating and terrifying. The elevator continued its climb, each floor bringing her closer to the culmination of her dreams. In this small, enclosed space, Y/N braced herself for the new chapter that lay just beyond the gleaming doors.

"23," the elevator chimed softly, signaling her arrival. The doors slid open, revealing a world that held the promise of success, fulfillment, and a future she had only dared to imagine.

The elevator hummed softly as it continued its ascent, the faint vibrations beneath Y/N's feet a soothing reminder of the progress she was making. She took a deep breath, inhaling the subtle scent of polished metal and determination that seemed to permeate the air in this cocoon-like space.

"First impressions matter," Y/N reminded herself, her thoughts racing as she envisioned the faces of her new colleagues, their expressions ranging from curiosity to warmth, perhaps even skepticism. She knew the importance of establishing herself as a competent and reliable member of the team, someone worthy of the position she had worked so tirelessly to attain.

"Smile, be confident, and don't be afraid to ask questions," she mentally rehearsed, her fingers tapping against her thigh in time with her heartbeat. The numbers on the elevator panel counted up, each illuminated digit a milestone in her journey towards self-actualization.

Finally, with a gentle chime, the elevator announced its arrival at the twenty-third floor. The doors slid open with a quiet hiss, revealing the sleek and modern design of the office space that would soon become Y/N's home away from home.

"Here we are," she breathed, stepping out onto the plush, charcoal gray carpet that stretched out before her like an inviting path. Her gaze swept across the room, taking in the clean lines of the glass partition walls, the muted tones of the ergonomic furniture, and the splashes of vibrant color that adorned the abstract art pieces adorning the walls.

"Wow," she whispered, unable to contain her awe at the sheer elegance of the space. Even the soft lighting seemed to have been carefully curated, casting a warm glow over the entire expanse while still providing ample illumination for the tasks at hand.

As she ventured further into the office, Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of pride welling within her chest. She had earned her place here, and now it was time to prove her worth. With each step, she felt her nerves begin to ebb away, replaced by a newfound sense of determination and resolve.

"Alright, Y/N," she said quietly, steeling herself for the introductions and interactions that would follow. "Let's do this."

As Y/N continued her journey through the office, she became acutely aware of the cacophony of sounds coming to life around her. The once hushed atmosphere now echoed with the hustle and bustle of a well-oiled machine, each cog turning in perfect harmony.

Purposeful strides filled the air with muted thuds as employees moved from one desk to another, their faces set in expressions of unwavering concentration. It was a dance Y/N knew she would soon be joining, her steps weaving seamlessly into the intricate choreography.

"Morning, Chris," one woman murmured as she passed a man hunched over his computer, fingers flying across the keyboard in a rapid staccato rhythm.

"Hey, Sara," he replied, not looking up from his work. "Have a good weekend?"

"Great, thanks for asking!" With that brief exchange, the two coworkers returned to their tasks, their voices swallowed up by the low hum of conversation that filled the room like a gentle tide. It was a sound Y/N found both comforting and invigorating, the perfect soundtrack to accompany her own burgeoning ambitions.

As she made her way to her assigned desk, Y/N couldn't help but feel the weight of her new colleagues' gazes upon her. She pushed down the instinctual urge to shrink under their scrutiny, straightening her spine and fixing a confident smile on her face. This was her moment, and she refused to let it slip away.

"Hi there," she greeted a nearby coworker, extending her hand. "I'm Y/N, the new hire."

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," the woman responded, shaking Y/N's hand firmly. "I'm Tessa. Welcome aboard!"

"Thanks, Tessa," Y/N replied, feeling warmth spread within her chest. She had been worried about fitting in, but so far everyone seemed friendly and approachable. It was a promising start.

Finally, Y/N arrived at her desk, her eyes immediately drawn to the shining nameplate that bore her name. It was a small thing, but it filled her with pride and a sense of belonging – this small corner of the office was hers, and she intended to make it count.

And then she noticed it: a neatly folded note, tucked beneath the nameplate as if waiting for her to discover its secret message. Her curiosity piqued, Y/N picked it up and unfolded it, revealing her supervisor's distinctive scrawl.

"Welcome to the team, Y/N!" the note read. "We're thrilled to have you on board and can't wait to see what you'll achieve. Don't hesitate to reach out if you need any assistance. Here's to a successful journey together!"

Y/N felt a surge of gratitude wash over her at the thoughtful gesture. It was the perfect welcome, a reminder that she was more than just a new face in the crowd. She was part of something bigger now, and it was time to rise to the occasion. With renewed determination, Y/N looked around the bustling office, ready to show everyone exactly what she was made of.

With the warm welcome from her supervisor still fresh in her mind, Y/N turned her attention to the surrounding office. Her gaze was immediately drawn to a group of people by the sleek glass conference room, chatting animatedly over steaming cups of coffee. She took a deep breath and walked towards them, her heart pounding with equal parts excitement and nervousness.

"Hi, I'm Y/N, the new addition to the team," she introduced herself, extending a hand to each of her new coworkers in turn.

"Welcome, Y/N!" Seungmin greeted her with a bright smile, his handshake firm yet friendly. "I'm sure you'll fit right in. If you need help with anything, just give me a shout."

"Hey there! I'm Jeongin," chimed in the next coworker, his youthful face beaming with enthusiasm. "I'm looking forward to working with you!"

"Same here," agreed Jisung, his eyes twinkling behind his stylish glasses. "We've heard great things about you, and we're excited to see what you bring to the table."

"Hi Y/N, I'm Hyunjin," said the tall, impeccably dressed man beside Jisung, offering his hand with a warm smile. "Let me know if you have any questions – I'm always happy to help."

"Thanks, everyone. I appreciate it." Y/N nodded gratefully, feeling some of her initial nerves dissipate as each introduction left her more at ease.

"Changbin, at your service," the man next to Hyunjin laughed good-naturedly, extending his hand. "If you ever need a coffee break buddy or someone to bounce ideas off of, I'm your guy."

"Nice to meet you all," Y/N replied, her confidence building with each friendly face.

As she turned to the last person in the group, her eyes widened in recognition. "Felix? Is it really you?"

"Y/N!" Felix's face lit up, his eyes crinkling with joy. "I can't believe we're working together again! This is amazing!"

"Small world, huh?" Y/N grinned, sharing a knowing look with her old friend as they recalled the countless hours spent working on projects and laughing over inside jokes at their previous job.

"Absolutely," Felix agreed, the warmth of their shared history radiating between them. "We made a great team back then, and I'm sure we'll do the same here."

As they exchanged smiles and excited glances, Y/N knew she had found not just colleagues, but allies – people who would have her back and help her grow in this new chapter of her life. With renewed determination, she looked around the bustling office, ready to show everyone exactly what she was made of.

After exchanging warm smiles with her colleagues, Y/N made her way to her new workspace. The desk was sleek and modern, a perfect reflection of the office's atmosphere. She couldn't help but smile as she noticed the small nameplate displaying her name, marking this space as hers.

She began to unpack her belongings – a few framed photos of loved ones, a small potted plant, and her favorite motivational quote printed on a canvas, which she hung up in front of her desk. With each item placed in its designated spot, her workspace slowly transformed into a cozy, personalized corner.

Y/N took a deep breath, soaking in the atmosphere around her. The sound of keyboards clicking, the hum of conversation, and even the gentle whirring of the air-conditioning made her feel alive, invigorated by the energy that vibrated through the room.

"Alright," she whispered to herself, steeling her determination. "Time to make an impression."

As Y/N started to familiarize herself with the company's software and protocols, she carefully read each piece of information, making mental notes of important details. She felt a flutter in her stomach, a mix of excitement and nerves, as she realized the magnitude of her responsibilities.

"Need any help?" a friendly voice chimed in, pulling her from her thoughts. It was Jeongin, who had earlier welcomed her warmly.

"Actually, I think I've got it," Y/N replied confidently, her eyes sparkling with determination. "But thank you, I appreciate the offer!"

"Anytime," Jeongin grinned, giving her an approving nod before returning to his own work.

Left alone with her tasks once more, Y/N felt a surge of eagerness to prove herself to her new colleagues. She knew that she had the skills and experience necessary to excel in her role, and she was ready to face any challenge head-on. As she immersed herself in her work, she couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for this opportunity. This was her dream job, and she was determined to make every moment count.

Y/N leaned back in her chair, allowing herself a brief moment of respite. The tickle of the air conditioning on her skin was refreshing, and she took a deep breath to savor it. Her gaze wandered over the organized chaos of her desk—an array of neatly stacked papers, a freshly filled cup of coffee, and the faint scent of lavender diffusing from her stress-relief candle.

"Hey, Y/N," Hyunjin called out from across the room, a friendly smile on his face. "I forgot to mention earlier, we have a team meeting in ten minutes. Just a heads-up!"

"Great, thanks for letting me know!" Y/N replied, returning the smile. She made a mental note to prepare some talking points for the meeting—her first opportunity to present her ideas to the entire team.

Her fingers danced nimbly over the keyboard, compiling a list of potential improvements to their current projects. She knew her input would be valuable, but she also understood the importance of listening to her colleagues and learning from their experiences. Striking that balance was essential for success in her new role.

As the clock neared the hour, Y/N saved her document, feeling a sense of fulfillment. She had come a long way since stepping foot into this sleek office building, and now, she felt more ready than ever to embrace the challenges and opportunities that lay ahead.

"Alright," she whispered under her breath, "let's do this."

With a determined stride, Y/N made her way to the conference room, her heart swelling with anticipation for the journey that awaited her.

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