#also i ran out of Es im sorry

[discopaddock]

BIEVRE RIVER - PIERRE GASLY

PAIRING: pierre gasly x fem!reader

GENRE: angst, fluff

NOTE: english isn't my first language so im sorry for any mistakes

WARINGS: sad and heartbroken pierre :(, mentions of crying, google translated french

PART TWO

Pierre never ever had felt in his whole life that ridiculed and betrayed. The love of his life ran away from their wedding, plus with his own cousin. He looked pathetic in front of his friends and family.

It was supposed to be his day, his great day and what? And a dick.

During his great day, he was sitting with tears in his eyes and on face, with McDonald’s and a bottle of Absolut in his hands on the beach by the river Bievre.

He dropped his phone on the floor in the church, probably pulling it down, while he was running away by sacristy with face all in tears.

He had with himself a wallet, bottle of vodka, food, car and Alexander McQueen on himself.

He was feeling woefully, but still he was wealthy and handsome. She didn’t take these from him.

And when he was sitting the next hour, virtually alone on that beach, he heard a voice behind him; small, brokenly and crying a little bit.

“Sorry, mind if I sit here?” Gasly turned around and saw a girl in white shirt and long black skirt with heels and a bottle of wine in one hand and a box from one of the best bakers in Paris in the other. She had red eyes, just like him, which didn’t make him feel better.

“No, no problem” he answered, and she nodded her head in thanks and dropped the shoes on the sand.

“I’m Y/N, by the way” she said, when she finally sat down. Pierre shouldn’t have been ready at that moment for any conversation, but something attracted him to that girl, who just like him had to cry for some reason on that day. So because of that he told her his name. “Sounds nice. What brings you here, Pierre?”

“Ah, putain” he slipped out, when he was thinking for a while in silence. “Ma fiancée s'est enfuie de notre mariage” he said eventually, hoping that she didn’t speak french. Ah, fuck. My fiancée ran away from our wedding.

“Je suis vraiment désolé. Désolé de demander” the girl said quickly, which made Pierre want to hit himself on his forehead. She wasn't stupid. I mean, in his opinion, she didn't look stupid. I’m so sorry. Sorry for asking.

“D'accord. Je suppose que je devais en parler à quelqu'un” he laughed and then took a sip of vodka. “Et qu'est-ce qui vous amène ici?” It’s okay. I guess I had to tell someone. And you, what brings you here?

He was curious. Maybe it was her boyfriend? Or girlfriend. Or completely something else.

“Dure journée de travail” Y/N answered him, looking for something in her bag. A hard day at work.

“Dure journée de travail?” Where do you work?

“A l'Ambassade,” the girl said. In the embassy.

“Alors tu es intelligent” Pierre told, making her laugh. So you are clever.

“J'ai à peine réussi mes examens finaux! Je suis terriblement stupide” she announced and then took a corkscrew out of her purse. I barely graduated! I’m terribly stupid.

Pierre thought that Y/N was cute. Pretty also. Her H/C hair cascaded down her back, and her E/C eyes, freckles on her straight nose, and dimples on both cheeks gave her charm. She definitely wasn’t ugly, that was something he could tell after watching her wrestle with the wine stopper for a while.

“T'aider?” Do you need help?

The girl nodded, then handed him the bottle, taking his vodka from him so that it wouldn't spill.

“Sur quelle chanson étiez-vous censé danser la première danse?��� she asked completely out of nowhere, and when she heard the title of Ed Sheeran's most popular song from him, she twisted her mouth in a grimace of disgust. “Oh God! C'est la pire première chanson de danse! Sérieusement? Il n'y en avait pas d'autre?” What song were you supposed to dance your first dance to? This is the worst song for a first dance! Seriously? There was no other?

"Je voulais quelque chose en français, mais elle a choisi Ed," he confessed, pouring wine into the glass she was holding. He had no idea where she got it from, but he liked it. I wanted something in French, but she chose Ed.

“C'est peut-être encore mieux que tu ne l'aies pas épousée. Totalement insipide de sa part," she said, sticking the bottle and glass into the wet sand before opening the box. "Aide-toi." She pushed them under his nose and he took out two yellow macaroons. Maybe it's even better that you didn't marry her. She is literally so tasteless. Help yourself.

“Merci”

Pierre thought that Y/N might have been right, that it was better that he had not married Dulcinea. Yes, she was pretty and he really felt something for her, but he wasn't bad at writing stories either.

"Je suppose que je devrais rentrer à la maison," he said, when the sun had long since sunk below the horizon and both bottles had run out of alcohol. "Mais j'ai perdu mon téléphone quelque part et je n'ai aucun moyen d'appeler Charles," he laughed at his stupidity. Drunk him told her the whole story of his life, but he regretted nothing. I should probably go home. But I lost my phone somewhere and I have no way to call Charles.

Y/N put her phone in front of his face. Already unlocked with a view of the Dune Paul Atreides wallpaper. Or Timothee Chalamet, because he played him in the last film adaptation, after all.

"Entrez l'indicatif régional devant ce long numéro” she announced as he took the smartphone from her. Enter the area code before this long number.

“Quel est l'indicatif de pays de Monaco?” What is the area code for Monaco?

“+377.”

"Comment sais-tu cela?" he asked, typing in his best friend's number. How do you know this?

"Je travaille à l'ambassade, ça doit être clair," she replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. I work at the Embassy, that's obvious.

About five or seven minutes after Charles answered the phone, he appeared on the beach looking very worried.

“Salut Charles! Tu me manques." Pierre greeted the Monegasque, whose expression changed to a concerned one when he saw Gasly's condition. The Frenchman got up from the sand and hugged Leclerc, who also wrapped his arms around him. He had never felt so sorry for him. And he knew him most of his life and was there when they kicked him out of Red Bull and moved to Toro Rosso. Hey Charles! I miss you.

"Je te suis aussi, Pierre. Je m'inquiétais pour toi" he replied after a moment as they pulled apart. I follow you too, Pierre. I was worried about you.

"Ah j'ai oublié! C'est Y/N. Mon nouvel ami. Y/N, voici Charles, mon meilleur ami” the blue-eyed man rushed towards the girl, dragging Charles with him. The brown haired woman hastily got up and almost spilled her wine from the glass, but she extended her hand towards the newly met man, shifting. Ah, I would forget! This is Y/N. My new friend. Y/N, this is Charles, my best friend.

Leclerc thought that Y/L/N was a really pretty girl. In Pierre's type.

"Comment rentres-tu à la maison, ma douce?" Gasly turned to her as she stowed her things into her rag bag. How are you getting home, sweets?

A red light bulb went off in Charles' head at that moment. His friend never asked his possible mates for one or two nights about transportation home.

“Métro," she replied shortly, and the brunette immediately shook his head. Subway.

“Non non Non! Nous vous conduirons avec Charles. D'accord, Charles?” The green-eyed man only nodded, because that was all he had left. The girl at first did not want to agree, but under Leclerc's pleading eyes she did, because she knew that drunk Pierre would not let her go so easily. No no no! We'll drive you with Charles. Right, Charles?

And so Y/N ended up sitting between Gasly's legs in a black Ferrari 488 Pista Spider. Brunette got his phone in his hands and after seeing it, he said that the next day he would go to the salon to replace the glass.

After a while, he also took a photo of Y/L/N looking out the window and showing her left profile in the frame. Pierre then thought that he had never seen a more beautiful woman in his entire life.

He encouraged the girl to give him her phone number, which she didn't want to do at first because he wouldn't remember her the next day anyway, and Charles was looking at them strangely. I mean, he was looking pityingly at Gasly, not at her. He was the one who felt completely sorry for her being stuck with his friend in this situation.

“C'est mon domaine. Merci beaucoup pour le trajet, Charles," she said finally, and the brunette sighed in dissatisfaction. This is my estate. Thank you very much for the ride, Charles.

"Je te reverrai, n'est-ce pas?" asked the sad Frenchman, not wanting to let go of the brunette from his arms. Leclerc gave Y/N an apologetic look, and she had no option but to agree. We'll see each other again, right?

Y/L/N quickly said goodbye to the men and then got out of the car.

"Je pense que je suis amoureux, Charles," Pierre squealed as he watched the girl enter her cage. The Monegasque slapped him on the back of the head, muttering that he was an idiot. I think I'm in love, Charles.

In the meantime, the girl entered her apartment and leaned against the front door, then sat on the floor, and finally began to sob.

Her roommate, Eszter, heard her crying and immediately went to her best friend. The girl was perfectly aware of her entire afternoon and evening. She may have drunk all the wine herself, but it was almost alcohol-free, so she wasn't drunk at all (unlike Pierre).

"What's wrong, sweets?" Balog asked, crouching beside the younger girl.

“I met a guy whose wife ran away from the wedding and he was drunk as fuck and wanted my number, so I gave it to him, but it was a mistake, because he won't remember me tomorrow anyway. And at work this cunt had a problem with me and I cried and all, I'm fed up, I want to sleep." Esz barely understood anything of her friend's gibberish as she helped her up off the cold floor. She led her into the living room, then sat her down on the couch and gave her tissues.

"He was old and rich, wasn't he?" The brunette knew her platonic soulmate type very well, so she knew what to expect.

“He was maybe ten years older. And definitely rich. He showed me his Ferrari... And his friend who was driving us also had a Ferrari” Y/L/N dreamed, leaning against the back of the sofa. “But his fiancée ran away from the altar. Guess it's not that great. Or she was cheating on him. I don't know, I want to forget about it. Just like he does about me.

But Pierre did not forget. Same as Y/N about him.

#pierre gasly fluff #pierre gasly angst #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly x y/n #pierre gasly x you #pierre gasly fanfic #pierre gasly #formula 1 #pg10 #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #formula 1 x y/n

[earth2rin]

ESTO MOMENTO

bakugo katsuki x hispanic!femreader.

this is VERY self indulgent sorry :,)

yes this is another cowboy bakugo, deal with it.

fluff, chaos, a lil ooc baku if you squint

~

bakugo meeting your huge family at a carne asada your dad decided to throw one random saturday night. but then again the random carne asadas are always the best.

you have 5 siblings, 2 sisters and 3 brothers. it goes older sister, older brother, you, little brother, little sister and baby brother. you guys are pretty close in age, 22, 19, 18, 11, 7 and the latest bundle of joy is 10 months. your baby brother was definitely a surprise, your mother saying “es la bendición de dios” but you and your older siblings knew better and just rolled your eyes.

your parents had met bakugo about 6 months into your relationship and they were quite fond of him to say the least. you were visiting your parents when your dad told you about the carne asada and said “le dijiste a katsuki que viniera?” and when you said no he made you call him to tell him.

katsuki was freaking out. he didn’t know what to wear, what to bring or how to act. after all he was FINALLY meeting your entire family after 2 years. you told him to calm down, that your parents already loved him and how you were sure the rest of your family would love him also.

with that being said, here he was, watching you give your younger siblings a hug after they ran out as soon as they saw katsukis truck pull up. he gets out and sees you comforting your little sister, jackie, with tears streaming down her face.

“i thought we were never going to see you again.” she sobs into your neck and you just chuckle. you grab her cheeks and make her face you and smile, “i would never leave you mi reyna, sabes que te quiero muchísimos verdad?” and she just nods.

your little brother, augustine, runs and gives katsuki a hug. katsuki chuckles and ruffles his hair. “hey there little man, finally got the braces huh?” auggie smiles, showing the metal in his mouth, and nods his head violently which makes katsuki laugh.

as you’re walking up to the door, your older sister, paula, walks out with your baby brother in her arms. you squeal and quickly take him from her arms.

“hi papi! sissy missed you so much hermosuro!” you say in your baby voice, kissing him all over the face. your baby brother, josiah (aka j or baby j), was dressed like a little vaquero; a dress up shirt, fancy jeans, boots, a belt and a hat. he just giggles as you smother him with kisses.

“look who finally decided to show up” pau says with her hands on her hips. you roll your eyes and adjust j on to your other hip. “dad said the party started at 6, it’s only 7:30 im sure we didn’t miss much.” pau says whatever and leads you both to the back.

katsuki is following you like a lost puppy until he feels someone take off his hat and he quickly turns around and sees your older brother oscar.

“donde vas?” he says as he puts his hat on and katsuki smiles, giving him a hug. “it’s been so long since i’ve seen you man.” he laughs.

oscar nods and chuckles, “ever since you and my sister moved in together it feels like i see you less and less” katsuki agrees and they both just conversate about random things. that is until you’re practically dragging him to the backyard because your parents were asking for him.

he greets your dad with a firm handshake and your mom with a hug, and they ask how it is living with their princess. as you’re turned away from him he makes hand motions to say that you’re crazy and they both laugh.

“bueno pues it was nice seeing you mijo” your mom says and he says bye to them.

and now it was time for him to meet your whole family. he greets your tíos, tías and primos and it seems that they like him for the most part. they asked how he had met you, how long you two have been dating, if he wanted kids with you, what he did for a living and other very personal questions. they were all pleased to here that he was a rancher for a living.

after he’s done greeting them you insist that he comes and dances with you which he could already tell you had a few drinks but he agrees none the less. he was so glad you had taught him how to dance norteñas as dime lo que piensas plays loudly through the speakers. you sing along loudly with a beer in your hand and he just smiles and laughs at how you slur your words.

#bakugo katuski #hispanics #mexican things #carne asada #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #self indulgence babey #country boy #big family #bnha #drabble #brain went brrr #soft and fluffy #sweet

[6yuns]

CLEANING THE CRIME SCENE. 00

tw; gore, Violence, blood, death, murder.

I waved my UV light across the skinned wall. searching for blood, til I found a patch of.. something. I looked like hair. I asked hajime to open the wall for me, we saw.. a human head, I was shocked. not much though. Hajime ran out of the room to.. well.. yknow what. I walked away and took my phone out of my pocket and flipped it open. calling yuzuru, He picked up immediately

: yes? Yn?. : ah.. so, You need to come quick. we're near the crime scene by one of the ES buildings. : huh.. Alright, do you want the trauma cleaners? the parents told me that they were coming. : yeah, That's okay. also can you call nazuna, Hajime needs to go. : kay' I'll call him.

beep. beep. beep. was all i could hear after yuzuru hung up the phone, I walked over to hajime "are you okay? do you need to sit somewhere?" hajime immediately nodded, Tears basically streaming down his face. I embraced him and let him cry on me until nazuna got here.

I continued to search. til I found a hidden door. I opened the entrance and walked in. i-.. I found a body. without a head. It was dismembered and looked disgusting, its chest was cut open. i couldnt even recognize whos body that was. I'd immediately called the cops, And some other cleaners. I didn't clean until they got here. A tear ran down my cheek as Mao ran up to me and hugged me. "Mao. This is disgusting. I can't believe this" he just nodded to everything you said as multiple people walked in. you, the main detective/cleaner, entered in after them.

He sat there. blindfolded, tied up to a chair. " let me go.. let me go please just let me go I'm sorry I'm sorry" he begged and begged. but it was futile. rintaro wouldn't listen, Rin walked over to his cart and grabbed a scalpel dragging it across the man's arm. slowly slicing into it, causing him to cry out in pain. blood dripped from the wound. "are you really sorry?. you said that last time... im not stupid" he pushed the cart closer to him and grabbed a clinky sounding weapon. Rintaro reloaded the gun and made a test shot, making sure it wasn't as loud as it was supposed to be. he aimed at the victims head as he trembled and sobbed in fear. " d-dont kill m-... " Rintaro pulled the trigger, the bullet immediately lodged into his head. "whoo! nice kill." he giggled as Blood splattered everywhere.

probably not gonna make this a series I just started this cause I was listening to Tyler the creator

#enstars #ensemble stars #enstars fanfic

[voidselfshipp]

Love Deep As The Ocean

Cw: mentions of blood, bloodloss,injury,Food a minor being taken hostage ( not explicit). Implied trauma involving motherhood/becoming a mother (bcs being raised by a bad mother)

♡Only mutuals allowed to reblog.

Summary: Varun gets saved by a misterious person whom he ends up crossing paths multiple times.

->Songs: En el mar: la Sonora matancera, Sea of Love By Cat Power

(Im on Mobile. Sorry for the long post!)

♡Lovely Taglist: @tex-treasures @malewifepatrickbateman

Varun stared at Jerico, quietly cooking lentil soup, his cheek on his hand, arm propped up on the table besides the dinner Plate.

He took a deep breath, letting the scent of the food invade his senses and make his shoulders relax.

The smell reminds him of the first time they met...

《♡♡♡♡♡》

Harbor Ran holding his side, limping as his hand pressed against a wall.

REALM's men ran past the little alleyway he had hidden in, and once they are out of sight and ear reach he walks out and looks both ways.

Varun lets out a sigh of relief and walks back the way he came from, though his head feels light weight, breaths shallow and quick, the midday sun hits harshly against his skin. Has it always been this warm?.

His body slams against the wall covered in the shade of a nearby tree, sighing in relief. Blood loss is a bitch.

Looking at his bloodied hand, his vision doubles and gasps for air.

--Are you okay?--A voice asked.

He looked up, blinking to try to clear his eyes, sharp features of a face and a worried expression is all he can make out, the sun that filters through the leaves give them a sort of Halo around their head.

They say something he cant make out, and Next thing he knows he feels himself being carried away.

--Whats your blood type?--They asked.

--Huh-- wh-what was that beautiful?

He smiled seeing the blush spread across the person's cheeks-- Whats your blood type?

--type O...--He winced-- that bad huh?

--Yeah...try to stay awake--They muttered.

--Whatever you say Doc...

Well. Easier said than done, in a matter of seconds he was out like a light.

The Next time he wakes up, hes in a bed, half naked, his body felt sore, he blinks slowly regaining concioussnes.

--Wha- where am I?--He tried to sit up but the gash across his side stinged and burnt with pain.

--Easy, easy...--harbor Turned to see the misterious stranger that saved him.

Beautiful brown hair fell wildly down to where their shoulders started, green eyes, intense but warm, mildly thin lips that curled down, their expression showed worry and amusement.

--Uh...hi--He said laying back down sheepishly.

They laughed under their breath and handed him a bottle of water--Here-- varun slowly sat up with the help of his savior--You lost a lot of blood, drink water

He chuckled, eyeing his bracelet and nodding, drinkung from the bottle, the cold liquid was a relief from the brash heat. --I lost a lot of blood, where the hell did you get a blood transfusion

They sat besides him--I know a guy or two

--Works for me--He wasnt going to complain about getting his ass saved--I think I should know your name, to properly thank you

--Jerico-- they replied.

--Means city of the moon--He noted flirtly.

Jerico rolled their eyes--Alright, and whats your name?

--Varun, Nice to make your acquaintance~

--Alright, Varun, im going to make some lunch, you take it easy--They stood up, walking to the kitchen, Merely some meters away from the bed he was resting on.

Harbor soon laid down and interlazed his fingers togheter,resting his hands on his chest.

It didnt take long for the smell of food to invade the room, spices, dried herbs, Onions,bell peppers.

It feels oddly like home, and his body relaxes, was Jerico a total stranger? Yes, were they also very nice? Yes.

Varun felt like a pull towards them, an idea came to his mind but quickly dismissed it. Though a part of his mind didnt agree.

His eyes shoot Open, hearing a beautiful voice sing-- En el mar la vida es más sabrosa

En el mar te quiero mucho más

Con el sol, la luna y las estrellas

En el mar todo es felicidad

Te verás bañada por las olas

Y serás sirena de mi amor

Hallarás amor entre sus aguas

Y tendrás del mar su inspiración..-- spanish,that was the language jerico was speaking while carrying him.

He Turned his head to see them, and their eyes go wide...

Warm summer breeze flowes through their hair, swaying it slowly and Gently, eyes half lidded while adding chili powder to some potatos, and he noticed the beautiful yellow dress that swayed with the same gentle breeze.

Breath leaves Harbors chest,oh. She was beautiful...

With a smile he closed his eyes and kept listening to her singing, maybe he wasnt too wrong in thinking what the thought before.

The food was great, spicy and salty, it tasted like home,and it made him feel like he had a home.

--Ever thought of doing something else than running away from guys?--Jeri teased.

--Hah, maybe, if REALM stops hunting me down..

--Maybe defend this world? I mean you have that thing--They tapped the bracelet, that seemed to react to their touch, the floating ball spins quickly, to then calm itself down.

--Hmm...well I am stuck with this for a reason..--He agreed-- this food tastes great,thank you

--Of course--Jeri smiled and varuns heart melted.

Their presence was calming, grounded, Like the calmness in the eye of the storm.

--When youre done you gotta take a bath,I need to change those bandages

He nodded--Cant move much though..

--Ill help, --they added not looking up from their Plate-- if- if you dont mind that is

--I uh...I dont--he confirmed,cheeks darkening.

During the bath, jerico Gently scrubbed the Mans chest, humming a song that made Varun feel relaxed, then she washed his hair, which almost makes him fall asleep, the caresses of her finger tips against his scalp felt right, Like this was the exact place he was supposed to be.

Soon they were sharing the only bed in the small appartment, he hugged their waist while they slept.

Harbor didnt feel right doing this at first, but the bed was relatively small, so he had no other choice.

But it also felt right, as if he was were he was supposed to be. Like some sort of karmic energy pulled him to her.

Sighing with resignation of not being able to figure out what was happening he closed his eyes and decided to join jerico in their sleep.

Jeri nursed him back to health during the following days, sharing small domestic moments, flirting and that sensation of a pull becoming stronger.

Now varun sat on the terrace of a building, a day after he left, his hair left a reminder of her scent. A part of her would be with him.

《♡♡♡♡》

He snapped back to reality as he catched a glimpse of jerico's lizard tail sway to the rythm of the music in the radio.

Their sticky Hands let them Carry plenty of things, and for a moment he rememebred the second time they met.

《♡♡♡♡♡♡》

Its late at night as varun walks through the streets, thinking of his savior, he hoped that the walk would clear his mind. Needless to say it didnt work.

--Get her!--A Man yelled, jerico ran with a young girl in her arms.

--Its okay-- jerico told the girl-- Duck your head in my chest,dont look behind

The girl obeyed and gripped her carrier's clothes.

As the men behind her prepare to shoot, a wall of water comes out of no-where and the bullets are stopped by it.

--That wall...Varun?!

--No time!--Harbor yelled putting a hand on their Lower back--follow me!

Both start running away, loosing their pursuers soon after.

--whats with the kid?--He asked out of breath

--She-- was a hostage..I was contracted to free her

He looked at the kid, Clothes and hair a mess--Are you okay?

The girl looked at him,clearly scared.

He Walked closer and kneeled to eye level--ठीक है, जवान...(its okay,young one),its okay, lets take you to your family yeah?

The girl nodded and her eyes rested on the bracelet--You like this huh? Its shiny, and guess what, its going to help us Keep you safe

Jeri giggled under her breath, she May not want to have kids of her own, but Seeing Varun like that made her melt a little.

--Do you know where her house is?

Jerico nodded--Yeah, c'mon--She picked the girl up and both started to walk.

Soon enough the girl fell asleep, jeri smiled and murmured a lullaby.

--So, how much are they paying you for the job?--He asked.

--Nothing really, her family is very poor-- she confessed-- im doing this for 'em

--Thats...very nice of you --She gave him a warm smile, fixing the girl so she was more comfortable--ill take her -- he Gently grabs the kid from her arms and lets the girls head rest on his shoulder.

In her eyes, Varun was perfect. She could see him as a dad.

--You'd be a great dad--she commented.

--Uh-uhm..Thank you-- he said,being catched off guard-- you'd be a great parent

Jerico looked away shyly,scratching the back of their neck-- dont really wanna have kids..but thank you...means a lot

He patted her back and smiled, she smiled back and both Walked closer to the other.

After handing the girl to her parents, they let them both share the spare room for the night.

--What made you take up that job?--Harbor asked, jerico's head against his chest, both looking out of the Window.

--I like helping people, making the world a better place --She admitted.

--The worlds better because you are in it--Varun said without thinking,it was genuine.

Jeri didnt reply, only nuzzled closer to him, her hand Inching closer to his.

He Gently takes their hand, and smiles,kissing the top of their head--shubh raatri (good night)

--Good night...--Jeri didnt quite get what he had said, but given the context, they figured the gist of it.

The Next day they parted ways, with longing stares and aching hearts.

Since then, Harbor took Jobs that benefitted the communities of the places he ran way to.

Some times he would lay down in bed looking out the Window, his mind revolving around the idea he had since day one of meeting them.

Lehnu,the link with another soul that causes you to keep crossing paths, positively impacting each other. It describes someone who helps you lead a life that serves a higher purpose.

That was the Hindu idea of Soulmates.

He wondered where they were now. Varun didnt think much of his life after he started to be on the run. But thanks to Jerico he wanted to make his life worth something.

But Varun also had influence on jerico, it felt good knowing that someone like him supported them even from far away, every little compliment he made to them stayed within them giving them strenght.

《♡♡♡♡♡》

Harbor remembers he felt confident that he would see them again.

He never expected their Next meeting to be when both joined the valorant protocol.

《♡♡♡♡》

Both stayed dumbfodedly at eachother, before hugging the other tight.

--You two know eachother?--Asked Brimstone.

--Sorta!--Jeri confirmed-- we ran into eachother a couple of times

They were Inseparable, between Jerico's shape shifting and earth powers and Varun's water powers they were the perfect match during combat

One night, they went up to the terrace of the base, hidden in a mountain on an island.

Both Drank from their teas, He had a chai one, and she had black tea.

Both looked at the Ocean, surrounding the island like as if the water was protecting the earth.

--Its beautiful...--He commented-- the Ocean at night...

--I love the Ocean...since I was a kid...I love the beach and the sand...

--Well I do have water powers...--He flirted looking at them, not expecting the answer they would give him

--Well, youre the embodiment of one of the things I love the most--They said, trying to mask the nervousness on their voice.

He tensed and looked away, cheeks warm.-- Well-- I uh...I dont know how to reply to that-- Harbor cleared his throat-- But thanks to you ive found out I love lizards...and flowers and plants..

They smiled standing closer to him, and he moved closer--I always feel safe around you, Like the Ocean protecting this island, I feel like im the island when im with you...,youre so calm and grounding...and nice...--He sighed, tapping his mug-- I uh...have a crush on you

Jerico pressed their head against Varun's shoulder--I do too..I wrote you a little something actually.. I really missed you...

--Can I hear it ?

--Sure...--They Drank from their cup and said-- "As an act of love the sea sent you to me.

'We spend a year appart, my shores long for your skin and your laugh,appart for such a Long time,so here,I bring him, the embodiment of that which you love so much'

And the moment your eyes laid on me, I felt the rushing waves sweep me away, and I felt the same love I do during summer near the shore.

Ebb and flow, the tide of your love, those brown eyes melt me like the summer heat, I can already feel the sand against my feet.

Youre everything I love. Everything I need.

Your calm, your flow, your shores your love"

He chuckled and hugged their waist, nuzzling their hair--I also wrote you something...

Harbor fumbled with his pocket before pulling out a piece of paper, Reading it-- "Brash sun,Hard earth.

The barren land that nothing grows, Harsh heat that blurrs my vision.

And then, gentle summer breeze, Soft dirt, the smell of dried herbs and spices, I met you just when the sun its at its highest

Calm light, warms my heart, the color of that dress you wore, while cooking lunch for an injured dog.

With you I dont have to hide, with you, the dangers of the barren land I used to run through dissapear, and I realize I want you,my dear..

My soft dirt, my warm summer breeze, my beautiful lotus flower, That Grants me rebirth.."

They take his free hand and look at him, and he leans in for the kiss, they kiss back, both smiling.

《♡♡♡♡》

--Thanks for the food--Varun said. -- ive been thinking about our history togheter and...I think youre...youre my soulmate--He pulled jerico closer to his chest.

--I think youre my soulmate too...--Jeri agreed.

The screen that acted as a Window showed a calm beach at night, both look at it and giggle under their breath.

--In Hindu culture, there's an idea that you have a karmic connection with certain souls. In the Gujarati language, it's called lehnu: the link with another soul that causes you to keep crossing paths, positively impacting each other. It describes someone who helps you lead a life that serves a higher purpose.--He explained.

--Well...im glad we ended up togheter...--Jeri said.

--Me too, My lotus --He kissed them Gently, hugging them protectively.

--Thats such a beautiful petname, my Ocean...

He chuckled--Lotus mean rebirth...I think it suits you pretty well--Varun gave his lover a playful smile and closed his eyes-- Come with me my love

To the sea

The sea of love

I want to tell you

How much I love you--He started singing,caressing Their hair.

--Do you remember

When we met?

That's the day I knew you were my pet

I want to tell you

How much I love you --Followed jeri, nuzzling his chest with their eyes closed.

--Come with me my love

To the sea

The sea of love

I want to tell you

How much I love you..--He finished, noticing his lover was peacefully asleep, he chuckled and followed suit, the sound of the waves and the breath of his beloved relaxing his body and soul.

#cw blood loss mention #tw blood loss mention #cw injury mention #tw injury mention #cw blood #tw blood #ask to tag #🌊your love is easy like the waves off the shore🌊

[tobias-senpai]

the man, the myth, the legend

#senpai.jpg #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #todoroki shouto #shouto todoroki #todoroki #FIVEPEEPEEMAN #also i ran out of Es im sorry

[amnxsia]

ilanga 

(n.) a person who will forgive anything the first time, tolerate the second time but never a third time.

A/n: Inspired by my brainrot. Everything that is said in German will be translated and bolded.

Taglist:  @shisoaya, @callmepromise, @namischild, @namrekcaivel, @icedkoffees, @erens-piss-cleaner, @sofi-yeager, @peachysimp, @fiaficsxo, @eremiie, @odmlevis, @weepinglevi​

Summary: Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction is what brought it back.

Content: dom and sub undertones, smut. nsfw minors dni

Trigger Warnings: manipulation, public sex, dacryphilia, branding, cigarettes, dedegration, slapping.

Word Count: 2241

Forgive anything the first time.

“Jean how many times do I have to tell you, Y/n isn’t allowed to drink.” Eren says staring daggers at him.

“And why the hell shouldn’t she? Just because you’re her boyfriend doesn’t mean you can tell her what she can’t and can do it’s a fucking party for god sakes Jaeger.”

“Ja, warum kann ich nicht etwas trinken Eren?” You say standing behind Jean. with big glassy doe eyes.

“Yeah why cant I have a drink Eren?” 

Eren ignores you. Knowing that this is your first strike.

“You know what fuck you Jean, and fuck this party. I’m going home.”

Ignoring whatever else Jean has to say Eren pulls you towards him and whispers.

“Dies ist dein erster Schlag, also viel Spaß Prinzessin”

“This is your first strike so have fun princess.”

Ah there it is, his dominance.

One of the many things that ran straight to your core. Making you clench your legs, one of the many things to love about Eren Jaeger.

Even if you manipulated him time to time you would always be running back to him like a lost puppy trying to find it’s lost owner.

“Jean I’m leaving the party too. Have fun.”

“Whatever.”

You walk out the door, seeing a figure sitting on the curb.

“So bald zurück? Ich dachte, du würdest Spaß mit Pferdegesicht haben und einen Sturm kichern” Eren saying with a smirk.

“Back so soon? I thought you would be having fun with horse face and giggling up a storm.”

“Eren we don’t have to talk in German all the time.” you say giggling while bending down to sit next to him.

“Oh? But I thought you loved it when I talked in German, you would always clench you thighs whenever I would speak, it’s cute that you actually thought I didn’t notice.” Eren says sliding closer to you dipping his hand at your cunt rubbing it very slowing.

“Du bist schon so nass und ich habe dich noch nicht einmal richtig berührt“ Eren whispers in your ear. Shoving your panties to the side and teasing your folds.

“Your so wet already and I havent even touched you properly yet.”

Now sinking a slender finger inside stretching you out, you bit your lip to contain the moans.

Eren smirks.

“What’s wrong baby? just because we’re in public doesn’t mean you have to be quiet, no as far as I am concerned you can say my name no you can moan it, and not in German in English for everyone to hear. I want everyone to know that this pretty cunt belongs to me and only me.” He says while laughing.

“Im sorry.”

Eren stops.

“What was wrong sweet pea?” He says no teasing or playfulness laced with voice just genuine concern.

“I said I’m sorry. I just don’t want other girls all over you .” You say with hot tears streaming down your face.

Ah.

Needy baby.

“It’s okay baby, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’ll stop bringing them.”

Eren kisses you and ruffles your hair.

“I’ll see you later.”

Tolerate the second

You were doing it again.

Pissing him off.

You said you were sorry the last time, but you also loved how angry he would get if you were around other guys.

Like now.

You were sandwiched between two guys who were getting handsy with you, but you could care less about Eren and his anger issues, you would win this bet and that would be it.

But unbeknownst to you Eren was staring at you with nothing but a loving smile at you. Sitting down in a chair with his legs crossed, he was wearing black all over, sliver rings to compliment his fingers, his hair pulled back into a man bun with a few baby hairs sticking out, and black leather boots.

You looked over to him to see if he reacted in any type of way, but you started to panic when you saw him looking your way with a smile on his face. You get up and usher everyone out.

“Party’s over.”

When everyone had dispersed you focus your attention to Eren who would still looking at you with a smile on his face.

“Oh? Party ist vorbei, wie kommt es, dass es gerade interessant wurde.”

“Oh? Party's over how come it was just getting interesting.”

“Warum benimmst du dich so?”

“Why are you acting like this eren?”

“Because you think I’m fucking stupid that’s why.”

“Excuse me?”

Eren ignores your statement.

“Lass diese Jungs und diese Wette nicht zu deinem verdammten Kopf gehen, denn ich werde dich wieder zur Relalität bringen.”

“Don’t let those boys and this bet go to your fucking head because I will bring you back down to reality.”

“Warum nimmst du teil, wenn du schon wütend wirst? Ich beweise jetzt schon einen Punkt und die Wette ist noch nicht einmal beendet.”

“Why are you participating if your getting mad already im already proving a point now and the bet is not even finished.”

Eren pulls you closer to him and spreads your legs with his knee

“You’ll figure it out tomorrow if you piss me off again.”

But never a third time

Today was the last day of your bet with Eren. And of course you wanted to see what he had planned for you, even if that meant burying your own grave. Today was your 2 year anniversary and later tonight you would be going to a dinner with Eren, family and friends so they could meet him. 

This was the perfect opportunity for all of Eren’s wrath to come down on you.

You decided to wear the shortest skirt you could find. You did your makeup, hair, and decided to put some rings on your fingers just like Eren.

After completing your look you walk downstairs to see Eren in a suit with rings on his fingers and a single earring dangling from his earlobe.

“Hey.”

“You look nice today.”

“Thanks.”

The car ride to the restaurant was very quiet, slowed and reverb music was playing from the radio.

Now at the restaurant Eren greets your parents and close friends.

Now everyone is in their seats before a waitress comes up and asks them what they would like to eat.

You look at your menu and say what you want and family says they want whatever you order.

Someone else walks in the restaurant with a smile and a box in their hands.

And it begins

Your mother pats you on your shoulder to tell you;

“Einer Ihrer Freunde hat etwas, das er Ihnen schenken möchte”

“One of your friends have something they want to give to you as a gift.”

Eren looks to the stranger with a concerned face, and then back to you.

“Wer ist er?”

“Who is he?”

You look at Eren trying contain a laugh.

“ein Freund.”

“A friend.”

Before Eren can say anything more the gentleman comes up to you and wraps his arms hugging you very tightly not to tightly just enough to give you affection.

“Hallo, es ist schon eine Weile her, wie geht es dir?”

“Hi it's been a while how are you?” He says with the biggest smile on his face.

“Ich war gut froh, dass es dir gut geht. Ich habe von einem kleinen Vogel gehört, dass du ein Geschenk für mich hast.”

“I've been good glad you are doing well I heard from a little birdy that you have a present for me.”

He blushes and he looks down at the floor, you take your hand and motions his head to look at you.

“Speak.”

And so he does.

“Ja, es ist ein Geschenk, es ist ein Ring mit meinem Namen, ich denke du wirst es mögen.”

“Yes it is a gift, it's a ring with my name on it i think you will like it.”

And thats when he takes out the ring and places it on your and then genty kisses your hand and wrists.

And thats when all hell breaks loose.

Eren quickly gets up from the table, dashes to your side and grabs your from the hem your shirt.

“Entschuldigung für die Unannehmlichkeiten, aber wir müssen jetzt gehen.”

“Sorry for the inconvenience but we need to leave now.”

Before either of your parents could say anything both you and Eren were out of the restaurant and heading to the car.

Eren throws you into the car, but his face is unreadable which is turning you on even more. He gets into the car and starts to drive, his knuckles white from how hard he’s gripping the steering wheel. Unlike from before he doesn’t allow you turn on the radio to ease the tension.

Now getting out the car you and Eren walks towards your shared house, he lets you enter the house first after entering the house he slams the door, making chills run down your body.

“Eren was ist los?”

“Eren what’s wrong-”

Eren slaps you.

“Jetzt will die Hure plötzlich reden?”

“Now the whore wants to talk suddenly?”

“Kleidung aus und auf allen vieren auf dem Boden.” Eren says while walking towards the living room.

“Clothes off and on all fours on the floor.”

And without a thought you discharge all of the clothes on your and make your way to the living to see Eren staring down at the floor with a cigarette between his slightly chapped lips, momentarily exhaling and inhaling the puffs of air.

“Schau nicht ohne Vorahnung auf.”

“Don't look up without permission.”

Eren takes another inhale of his cigarette.

“Ich habe dir gesagt, lass diese verdammte Wette nicht zu und andere Jungs gehen dir in den Kopf.”

“I told you dont let this fucking bet and other boys go to your head.”

And with that Eren grabs both of your wrists and gently plants the cigarette on your wrist.

“This is where he kissed you at right? This is where he planted those disgusting lips on you.”

You buck your hips to try and loosen his grip on you but to no avail.

“Answer me.”

“Ja.”

“Yes.”

“Now answer me this. Why are you letting other asshole touch you.”

“Eren-”

He pushes the cigarette down more on your skin, burning you a bit.

“Answer.”

“I was just accepting a gift from him, it didn’t mean anything I swear.”

“Now why would I believe you? This whole week you’ve been trying to piss me off and you know what y/n, have you succeeded in doing that so I’m having a hard time believing in anything that you say right now.”

Eren let’s his grip on your wrist goes, and places the cigarette in the ash tray. And then grabbing your neck up so you were both eye to eye.

“Tell me the truth and I’m all yours baby.” He said lightly licking your neck.

“Explain it all in German for me.” He said adding on, crossing his legs.

“Ich wollte mich wütend machen, damit du mich so hart ficken kannst, so gut, ich liebe es so sehr, ich liebe dich so sehr.”

“i wanted to make mad at me so you could fuck me like so hard, so good, i love it so much, i love you so much.”

You exhale, tears running down your face, you start to rut your bare cunt against the hardwood floor.

Your crying and the sight of you trying to get off on the floor went straight to Eren’s dick.

Eren starts to unbuckle his pants, his freed cock slapping aganist his abdomen.

“You think you can handle it baby?”

“Mhm yes- I know I can, I’ll be good again I promise, I’ve been acting so terrible these past few weeks and making you angry m’sorry Eren.”

And with that Eren bridal carries you to your shared bed room and gently puts you down.

“Open.”

And you do opening your mouth wide, Eren sticks two of his fingers in your mouth.

“Do I need to prep you?”

You shake your head no.

Eren smirks “Good girl.”

And with that Eren enters your hole.

“I love you, you know that right?” Eren says playing with your hair.

“Yes I know.”

“And everything I do is for you remember that. From the way I fuck you, from the way I do all of acts of service to words of affirmation there all for you and no one else.” He says finally moving the once quiet filled house now turning into sounds of skin slapping, panting that would last all the way into the evening then into the night.

Next day

You woken to the morning rays that were peeking out from your windows. Turning over you see that Eren had left but to where you wonder. Not that it matter you don’t care about anyone else but him, only him and him alone matters.

Somewhere far away, Eren had a box in his hand and a note along with it. He was at a house your parent’s house. Now knowing that your parents didn’t ever want to you to be with him he knocks on the door before setting the box and the note on the welcome mat and then walking away, hopping into his car.

The box being a wedding invation and a note saying; “Wenn du versuchst, für mich zu kommen, blühe ich weiter <3″

“You try to come for me I keep on flourishing. <3″

© all content belongs to amnxsia 2021. do not modify or repost.

#eren jäger #eren jaeger #eren jaeger x reader #eren jeager x you #eren jaeger smut #eren yeager #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager smut #attack on titan eren #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #snk #shinjeki no kyojin #snk x reader #shinjeki no kyojin x reader #tw: manipulation #tw: public sex #tw: dacryphilia #tw: branding #tw: slapping #tw: cigarettes #tw: degradation #tw: swearing #tw: smoking #nsfr

[rheingoldweg12a]

I saw that look!!! :D 

Ok, wo fang ich an...ich mache das mal im Jana ( @albvrich​ ) - Style so gut ich das kann. Wird aber sicher ausführlicher und weniger von diesem Weltklasse Sarksmus dabei sein und in sauberem Denglisch. :) VORSICHT SPOILER! @chepseh​

“Die Niere” von Stefan Vögel - 

Inszenierung Wangener Festspiele 2021 (Peter Raffalt)

The music and sound were great - That’s it! 

NOOOOOoooo kidding! :D

Sie waren alle famos - Ich kann mich sogar zwischen ihr und Florian Thunemann nicht entscheiden, wer besser war - also mache ich es auch nicht. 

Das hat einfach nur Spaß gemacht! War irre witzig. Kommt locker an die Inszenierung aus Berlin ran, die ich 2019 gesehen habe. 

She has a phenomenal theatre voice...goosebumps...

Soooo much Alberich and Boerne - Vibes in the first 20 minutes. Had to control my thoughts. Failed now and then...because...really...that call...come on!!! That was straight out of “Limbus” or “Mord ist die beste Medizin!”

And OMG she’s got nice legs too - yes, we saw them - bared. They look so smooth... :D 

Das Beste war wohl, dass man gemerkt hat, wie sehr sie die Rolle mag. Dieses hidden agenda-Ding. Die Rolle ist so grau, hinterhältig und intrigant. Man hat ihr die pure Spielfreude wirklich angesehen. Dass sie Lust auf solche Rollen hat. Und das Größending hat überhaupt keine Rolle gespielt. 0,00000000-Nicht. Man vergisst es zwischen drin wirklich selbst.

Alberich...I mean ChrisTine...I mean Kathrin has a knife - watch out!!!!!!!! :D She even threw it!

And boy, she can be pretty scary. You really don’t want to be her husband and the end of this...well...game.

She won not fair and square but in a dubious and very manipulative way.

But sorry, guys. She’s earned it. 

I always liked her character in this play, even back in 2019. Had a fight with my late best friend over it. I won that argument too. :D (Sending greetings to heaven for this one, dear Marco. :))

Her eyes are really something else. So beautiful and clear. Perfect colour and shape....ok I stop...but really... 

Her singing voice is great too. So strong but also kinda of soft and warm...

I love her sassy-bitchy-me-Persona very much. (Note to myself: Need to write an AxB-Fanfiction like that...ooC take that.)

I SAW THE ALBERICH-EYEROLL like one and a half metres in front of me...

“Futschikato” :D ´- New Fav-Word :D :D :D

She looks great in violett and pink...

I never want to see her cry for real...

Boy, she is funny. 

“And holy shit, did she just smirked like that?!” - Me every other minute :

I want Alberich to drive Boerne crazy like that!!! (Looking at you @khaladriel​ ) I want Alberich to be sneaky and plotting...sorry, I know it’s ooC but please...Boerne would loose his shit....

(Note to myself: Need to write a FF based on the plot of this play but with some major changes...)

Sollte Alberich jemals das Wort “schminken” wieder sagen, kann ich für nichts mehr garantieren...

Did I mention that: 

SHE IS F*** BEAUTIFUL!!!!

...and damn is she talented too. 

Ich werde sie mir definitiv wieder ansehen, wenn sie mal woanders was anderes spielt. Das wird jetzt mein neues persönliches Hobby. And look what I discovered on the way. A beautiful place called Wangen. :) 

Aso: Die Inszenierung ansonsten war auch mega gut, sehr witzig, qualitativ absolut hohes Niveu. (Nur Elisabeth Ebner, die ich schon in Berlin gesehen habe, war heute etwas schwächer meiner Meinung nach. Florian Thunemann war unfassbar brillant und Paul Schaeffer passte gut ins Boerne-Vibe-Schema für mich. :D)

Last but not least: 

I MISSED YOU THE WHOLE TIME AND THOUGHT OF YOU. 

Really! Especially at the end...no one to “fachsimpeln” with...no one to just drink a glass of wine or something else with afterwards...next time...Please! 

ALSO:

I grabbed (maybe stole...) a few of this when no one was watching (you were suppose to just take just one)...does anyone of you want one? 

I know accept questions now, if you have any. :) 

#it was great #still feeling the high #but i am also melancholic #alberich #alberich forever #alberich ist die beste #christine urspruch #is also great #wangener festspiele #wangen #die niere #stefan vögel

[futurebicon]

Love the idea of Logan/oknutzy helping Adele understand being bi /helping her tell dumo and Celeste. I love your writing!!

Yes yes yes love this.

“Hey can I talk to you?” Adele knocked nervously on Logan’s open door.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Logan sat up and set down his phone, focusing his attention on the girl who quickly became his little sister.

He patted the bed, signaling her to come sit. She closed the door and walked over to him.

“What’s going on?” He asked her, beginning to worry. She was staring down at the fidgeting hands that rested in her lap.

“I umm- I don’t know how- I think- well I’m not really sure but-“ she stuttered.

“I like girls” she blurted out quickly.

Logan jolted slightly and blinked multiple times. “Oh”

“But I also like guys...I think”

“So you’re bi?” Logan asked, just to confirm.

“Yes. Maybe.” She let out a groan and ran her hands over her face. “I don’t know.”

“Believe me, I know the feeling” Logan laughed.

Adele smiled at the words and nodded.

“What do you like more? Girls or guys?”

“Like 86% girls, 14% guys.”

“Oddly specific.”

“Seems like a good in between” she shrugged.

“Makes sense” Logan nodded. “So...who’s you’re crush?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Adele blushed and tried to hide a smile.

“What?” Logan asked. “What?”

“Imighthaveagirlfriend” she muttered quickly under her breath.

“Repeat, please”

“I might, possibly, sort of have a girlfriend” she told him.

Logan dropped his jaw and let out a shocked scoff. “Who?”

“You know Lila?”

“The girl that comes over like every other day and sleeps over ever other weekend?”

Adele nodded, trying to hide another smile.

“Oh my god” Logan laughed. “Wait since when?”

“4 months”

“4 MONTHS”

“Shhhhhh” Adele shoved a hand over his mouth.

“Sorry” he said quietly. “4 months? And she’s slept over how many times?”

“Oh my god, don’t” Adele shook her head, her cheeks turning red.

“She slept over while we were all out of the house!” Logan exclaimed.

“Please stop-“

“Adele Dumais, Qu'est-ce que tu fais dans le nom de Dieu?”

“Nothing” she insisted.

“Nothing” she repeated at Logan’s raised eyebrow. “You and your boyfriends are worse.”

“You are in so much trouble, young lady” he shook a finger at her.

“Tu es si ennuyeux" she grumbled.

Logan shrugged. “Are you going to tell your parents?” He grew serious.

“I don’t know. I mean, yeah obviously, but I just don’t know when or how.”

“You could kiss your girlfriend at dinner.” He suggested.

“Oh yeah, that’ll go over great.“ she rolled her eyes.

“They’ll be supportive, you know that.”

“No, I know. I know they will. It’s just... awkward you know? Like it’s so much worse then introducing a boyfriend. They expect you to introduce a boyfriend. And the fact that I also like guys, I just-“ she trailed off, shrugging her shoulders.

“Yeah, I know.”

“I don’t even know what I would say.”

“You should come over to the apartment with me. Talk to Leo about how he came out to his.” Logan suggested.

Adele nodded. “Yeah, yeah. That would help.”

“‘Kay. Now get out. We’re leaving in 15 minutes and I need to get changed.” He nodded at the door. “Hey, wait” he said when she started to turn the doorknob.

He walked over and pulled her into a hug. “Thanks for telling me. And don’t worry about coming out too much. I know it’s stressful but it’s going to be fine, ouais?"

“Ouais” she nodded. They pulled away from the hug.

“Okay but get out now.”

Adele smiled and left the room.

+++++

“Leo, how did you come out to your parents?” Adele asked him.

Leo shrugged. “I don’t exactly know. It was all kind of a blur of fear. I told them I had to tell them something and then it just spilled out of my mouth in a way.” He explained.

“I told them that I liked boys and that I was gay, and that was it. They were super supportive and great about it. And Im 100% sure Dumo and Celeste will be the same way.”

“I know they will it’s just...”

“Awkward” he finished for her.

“Yeah” she nodded.

“Wanna tell them the other thing?” Logan wiggle his eyebrows.

“Logan” she groaned.

“What other thing?” Finn asked.

Logan and Adele shared a look, letting him know it was okay if they knew.

“Little miss Adele over here has a girlfriend. That’s shes been dating. For 4 months. And has slept over. Every other week. Including weeks. We were not present.” Logan spaced out the news.

Adele rolled her eyes.

“Really” Leo raised his eyebrows.

“Dumo’s going to murder you.” Finn laughed. Logan hit his arm.

+++++

“I’m bi” Adele announced, not looking up at her parents.

“Oh” Dumo said after a few seconds. “Okay”

Celeste stood up and kissed her daughters cheek. “We love you no matter who or what you are.”

Dumo nodded in agreement. “Yes we do.” He stood up to hug her.

“And I have a girlfriend”

This news caught them very much off guard.

“Lila?” Celeste asked. Adele nodded.

“Door open when shes over from now on” Dumo told her sternly.

Adele blushed but nodded again in agreement.

@lumosinlove

#lumosinlove #sweater weather #oknutzy #sweater weather lumosinlove #adele dumais

[jaeyunluvs]

you’re mine - aron piper

Requested by @fashphotolife : yeah just like a hot jealous aron bc like ugh that’s probably hot 🥵Not really a specific request but just like a hot jealous aron Piper imagine

A/N: AHH I LOVE JEALOUS IMAGINES!!!!! Thank you so much for requesting! I saw many people doing the jealous interview thing, like buzzfeed interviews and stuff, it’s gonna be similar to that !

disclaimer: i don’t know any of these people personally, i made some characters up! english is my second language so please let me know if i have mistakes! :) also poor spanish, i’m sorry profesor

note: im sorry i used starbucks, pls don’t sue me that’s the only international coffee brand i can remember!  it’s unedited :))

word count: 1,5K

warnings: none but hot jealous aron is on his way ;) oh and crappy writing :’)

gif creds to @piperaron​ - <3

“Y/N! Come on! We’re getting late!” Your boyfriend Aron warned you at the phone. He was downstairs, waiting for you. You were getting prepared for the live interview with the Elite cast, including you. 

“Okay, okay!” you said on the phone and closed. You wore a white elegant dress and kinda revealing but you didn’t mind cause you looked amazing. When you ran downstairs you saw a curly head in a car, looking in your direction.

“Wo-w, hola carina” He stared at you, breathless. 

“hi babe!” You get in the car and kissed him on the lips. He still stared at you so you decided to speak up.

“earth to Aron! you there?” you stared at his brown eyes filled with love. He blushed and looked away kinda embarrassed.

“Lo siento amor you’re just to beautiful!” Now it was your turn to blush. He giggled, placed a kiss your lips and started the engine.

You wanted to stop and get coffee on your way. Aron wanted to come to get coffee with you. It was your local starbucks shop.

“Do you remember our first date was here?” Aron asked. You glanced and felt the nostalgia. 

“You were super nervous I can’t believe how you changed so much.” You answered smiling. He managed to laugh.

“Maybe you’re the reason why I’m changed” He stared at you. You giggled at his cheesiness.

“Hi can I get your order?” You and Aron were interrupted by a good looking employee asking for your order.

“Hi, can I get a Latte Macchiato please?” you asked.

“What’s your name?” He asked, looked like smiling.

“Y/N” you said not caring enough.

“I like your name just a pretty name for a pretty lady” he said not caring about the guy next to him. 

You were taken aback by the compliment with saying a simple thank you without emotion but before you could say anything more, Aron pushed you to his side, can’t tell that you guys are dating because you weren’t public.

“Careful big guy, she has a boyfriend and I’ll kick anyone’s ass if I see someone flirting with her.” He was raising his voice. You hold him down.

“Aron, Aron stop, stop, chill” you looked at him you knew he gets calmer when he looks you in the eyes. When he calmed down, you ordered for him. The poor barista was watching you guys on shock and fear. 

You paid and mouthed a sorry for his actions. He didn’t say anything just a weak smile. You hated when there’s a fight. 

Then you got your orders and when you were leaving Aron shouted. “My eyes on you” to the poor barista and he got so guilty in front of his customers.

You punched him in the arm. “Aron what the fuck? He was a poor boy, and we’re not public you know this is so normal.” You stated. Aron didn’t look at you just walked into the car.

“He can’t just flirt with a random girl especially you!” You held him by his wrist. 

“You know you’re the only guy for me right?” You looked at him with a serious expression. He managed to have a weak smile then continued to ride.

When you were on the interview set, Ester and Danna ran to you. 

“Hola bebe, we should get prepared. Hola Aron, go to the boys room.” Danna said. You waved your hand as a signal of saying “bye” and he did the same. The cast didn’t know you guys were a thing either.

You met the other female cast mates and had your make up artist prepare you. After preparing all the cast got into a room and sat around. You and Aron sat next to each other obviously. 

“Hello ColaStation watchers, I’m Amell Wilson and today, I’m here with the elite cast! we’re going to read fan messages and play “Who’s most likely to?”. Here we go!” He said cheerfully. 

Everyone introduced themselves and the interview started with “Who’s Most Likely To?” 

“Who’s most likely to be single?” Everyone pointed you and Aron. You both laughed. Amell, the interviewer smiled too.

“Who’s most likely to be rule a fashion company?” Most of the cast pointed you and you blushed. “You have a great taste in fashion, carina” Omar said, you thanked him by blowing him a kiss. One of a sudden, interviewer Amell commented “You do have a great taste in fashion Y/N you look beautiful.” He said. 

Aron was startled by this comment and you noticed this but ignored it because everyone was here.

You played the game for awhile, laughed, had fun together. By the interview continued you could see Amell watching you. Aron noticed and cleched his fists but couldn’t do anything.

You eventually had a break after the first game. The cast divided, but most of them went to outside to smoke, including Aron. You and Danna, went to restroom and the preparation room before going back to Aron’s. While you were waiting for Danna outside, you saw Amell approaching you. Oh no you thought yourself.

“Hi Y/N”

“Hello?”

“Umm so I-” Amell was interrupted by Danna. Thankfully because you were getting kinda uncomfortable and you hated making Aron like this

“¿Qué es lo que pasa aquí?” Danna came and tied her arm into yours started walking. 

“No lo se, he came and talk to me.” You made sure. Your look on your face was explaining and Danna trusted you so she didn’t make a scene.

Meanwhile in the smoking session, the boys were talking about how Amell looking at you.

“No lo se porque pero, Amell can’t stop staring at her.” Miguel claimed.

“Yeah it is getting kinda weird” Alvaro started a little laughter. Aron wasn’t paying attention, jealousy was burning inside of him.

“Imagine Y/N, one of the most beautiful girl in the world not being single. I can hear the people crying.” Omar said. Aron just smiled and smirked.

“Like Y/N would date him.” Aron said sarcastically. Everyone looked at Aron and noticed how angry he was. They knew something was behind this.

After thirty minutes, the cast turned back to do the last activity, anonymous fan comments on the actors.

It started with Ester. 

“ ’Ester Exposito is literally queen she’s my idol.’ Awhh thank you.” She blew some kisses to the camera.

“’ Alvaro is so underrated, he is a great actor. Keep up! Love you!’ Thank you so much I love you too!” Alvaro smiled.

“ ‘Aron Piper is that lucky guy to make out Omar. Don’t you think? I’m jealous.’” Omar just laughed and mouthed a thank you.

“’ Aron is literally every girls’ celebrity crush at this point. Thank you Elite creators.’” Aron just smiled and thanked at the comment. When they handed the box over you, Amell continued to stare at you.

“’Y/N is that girl that I would literally die for, I’m so happy she’s single can you marry me?’“ 

“Hahaha he’s kinda right!” Amell laughed and added. And this was the end of Aron’s patience. He couldn’t help but said,

“Too bad she has a boyfriend” He laughed grasping your hand quickly.

Everyone in shock, can’t say anything.

“I KNEW IT!” Itzan shouted

“ALVARO GIVE ME MY 50 EUROS” Jorge said laughing.

You looked at them in shock not knowing what’s going on. Alvaro groaned and gave him the 50 euro bill.

“We get into a bet, I knew you guys we’re dating” Jorge showing you the bill.

“Honestly, it couldn’t have been more obvious but I’m still mad you didn’t tell me” Danna said pouting.

“You guys are so cute together.” Mina said. You were so happy with all the comments you were receiving by the cast. Their blessings were really important. 

“Now, that it’s public, take your eyes off of my girlfriend.” Aron growled at Amell. You can see he was getting scared. They stopped the live and some advertisements to calm down Aron.

“Okay Aron, I think we should end this live and go.” You said holding him. He looked at you, he couldn’t stand your eyes.

After a break, everyone turned back to the interview, but it was super awkward. Amell couldn’t look at any of you.

“Thank you for the dearest elite cast, and thank you for watching. Don’t forget to like and subscribe for more of this content!” Amell said and the turned the camera to the cast to say goodbye.

Aron waved and immediately kissed you on the lips. Everyone was cheering. When you ended the kiss and live, your phone blew up from all of your friends and family.

Sister: ARE YOU DATING ARON? HOW?

Best friend: It’s funny how I know it and everyone’s getting crazy hehe

Brother: I’M GOING TO KICK HIS ASS 

You laughed at all the messages you’ve been receiving, especially your best friend’s. 

After the interview, Danna hold you and forced you to explain everything and all the details about you and Aron. 

“SPILL THE TEA!” Danna shouted.

“Umm so we started dating 3-4 months ago...” You continued to explain while watching everyone’s jaw dropped. For a little while later, Aron came smirking to you.

“Hey ladies, mind if I steal mi novia, for a minute?” 

“No Aron, ella es nuestras amiga.” fought Claudia laughing.

You smiled at girls “I’ll be back in 5″ and they continued to talk.

Aron held you close, holding your hand, pulling you to his side. 

“You’re mine. And no one can ever take you away from me.” He said whispering to your ear with a serious tone. “Especially a guy like A- what Ameelllo?” He said making you laugh with a funny tone this time

“Congrats Aron, you ruined the moment. I said it once, I’ll say it forever, don’t worry bebe, another guy like ‘Ameeellooo’ could never make me crazy like you do. ” 

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[junosartsthetic]

I Know you like Polnareff alot so I'll request one .. can I get a Polnareff oneshot where the reader is part of the crew and knows french so she flirts with Pol. And no one else has a clue what's going on?

I used google translate for the French so R.I.P. to the accuracy. I’ll put what I was trying to say in brackets, however, and if anyone who actually speaks French wants to correct me they are more than welcome. Also this uhh... this is one of the longest things I’ve written in a while. Did someone say comfort character?

As soon as the frenchman spotted you getting off the bus, he flashed you a wide smile. It’d been a while since he’d last seen you, but he’d recognize your features anywhere.

The other crusaders looked on, waiting to see who the special person Pol called in to help was. All he said was that you were an old friend.

Your boots moved against the concrete elegantly as you tucked a stray hair out of your face. The light blouse and sleek pants you wore complimented your figure nicely.

You waved, blowing Pol a kiss when you spotted him. “Bonjour,” you said, the French rolling off your tongue as though it was your first language.

Polnareff opened his arms for a hug but you just clicked your tongue. “Oh, no. I’m still mad at you, Jean. Now, why did you make me come all the way out here? Where even is here? What country is this?” you shook your head. “God, it’s been such a long trip.”

You noticed Pol’s companions and shook hands with each, introducing yourself as you did so.

“So, you’re the old friend Polnareff has been mentioning,” the man who introduced himself as Avdol prompted.

You nodded. “Something like that. But I still don’t know why I’m here.” Joseph piped up. “We’re trying to defeat an enemy that goes way back. Polnareff said you could assist us.”

You glared at the silver-haired man who was currently distracting himself with his nails. “Oh, he just assumed I would, huh?” you huffed. “Well, I’m already here so I might as well.”

That was the start of your inclusion as part of the crusaders. As time went on, you got to know the others more, befriending them as best as you could. You still gave Jean the cold shoulder, however. The others weren’t sure why, but Jean knew what he did wrong. That’s for damn sure.

The others found out, eventually, though; over a dinner, in fact.

You sat next to Avdol, chatting about nothing in particular. Pol directly across from you, simply pouting.

Joseph looked between the two of you. “So, uhh, what’s your past together, really? I know you said not to bring it up but if we’re to defeat Dio together we should get along. All of us. And that means fixing whatever shit Polnareff did to make you mad at him.”

“Moi? Why do you assume it was ME that did something?” Polnareff spoke up, crossing his arms.

“Because it was you,” was your reply as you took a sip of your beverage.

His face flushed. “That was a long time ago.”

You glared at him. “But you never apologized.”

“Es-tu sérieux? Qu'ai-je fait de mal? [Are you serious? What did I do wrong?]”

“Tu veux vraiment y aller? Tu n'as même jamais dit au revoir! J'avais dix-huit ans à l'époque! Vous êtes parti sans un mot et je ne savais pas où vous étiez et vous m'appelez soudainement de nulle part et vous attendez à ce que je voyage des centaines de kilomètres pour vous aider? [Do you really wanna go there? You never even said goodbye! I was eighteen at the time! You left without a word and I didn't know where you were and then you suddenly call me up out of nowhere and expect me to travel hundreds of kilometers to help you?]”

“J'avais dix-huit ans aussi, au cas où tu aurais oublié! J'étais un enfant stupide! Tu étais mon ... tu sais ce que tu étais pour moi! Je ne voulais pas tout gâcher! [I was eighteen too, in case you forgot! I was a stupid kid! You were my... you know what you were to me! I didn't want to mess it up!]”

You scoffed. “Gâcher? Et vous pensiez que me quitter après que nous ayons dormi ensemble pour la première fois n'était PAS une erreur? [Mess it up? And you thought leaving me after we slept together for the first time was NOT messing it up?]”

The others were simply looking back and forth in confusion. Obviously, you two had a rough past. Joseph cleared his throat awkwardly. Maybe he shouldn’t have brought it up…

Pol glanced down at his plate. “Je ... je suppose que c'était mal de moi. Je suis désolé. Je ... t'aime toujours, tu sais? Je n'ai jamais arrêté. [I ... I guess it was wrong of me. I am sorry. I... still love you, you know? I never stopped.]”

You began to cry.

Avdol put a comforting hand on your shoulder, though he didn’t know what to say.

“God damnit,” you muttered. “I still love you too, moron.”

There was silence. Though they understood only that, the other crusaders knew what went down between the two of you.

After that, everyone went to their rooms. Nothing else was spoken other than unmeaningful ‘good night’s and ‘see you tomorrow’s.

In the morning, you woke up with a newfound purpose in life. You knew how he felt, and he knew how you felt, but you were determined to grind his gears in revenge, anyway. He broke your heart so he deserved it. How to do it, however? You had a plan.

“Good morning, everyone,” you said as you walked into the breakfast area, your black silk robe still tied neatly against you. “I hope you all slept well. I have a feeling today is going to be a great day!”

“Uhh, yeah,” Kakyoin muttered, raising a brow. “You okay? You were… crying last night.”

You ruffled his hair. “Oh, don’t even worry about it, I’m great! More than great, actually.”

With that, you mozied off to grab a plate and start piling on breakfast items to eat. Luckily, the man you were looking for was right in front of you.

“Bonjour,” you said, tone light.

Pol shot you a look, but didn’t question your cheery attitude. “Salut.”

“Tu as l'air différent ce matin. Plus beau. Avez-vous fait quelque chose avec vos cheveux? Ou changer de tenue? [You look different this morning. More handsome. Did you do something with your hair? Or change your outfit?]”

“Non? Qu'est-ce que tu fais? [No? What are you up to?]”

You shrugged. “Je te donne juste un compliment. [Just giving you a compliment.]”

He finished stacking up his food and started to head back to the table, you following behind him.

As soon as you sat down, you began conversing once more. Running a hand lightly through his styled hair, you asked, “Êtes-vous sûr de n'avoir rien changé? [Are you sure you didn't change anything?]”

Jotaro let out a sigh, tilting his hat down. “Good grief. Here we go again.”

Pol shooed your hand away. “Oui. Maintenant mange. [Yes. Now eat.]”

This was the regular all day. Any chance you got, you’d pay him a compliment in French. The poor frenchman didn’t know what you were up to, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to find out.

After dinner, when the ones who were old enough to drink went down to the bar, was when things really started heating up.

Avdol and Joseph sat beside you as you sat beside Pol. They were busy chatting when they noticed you start a conversation. Despite not understanding, they decided to listen in.

“Belle nuit, non? [Beautiful night, no?]” you said, leaning your head against his shoulder as you stirred your glass. 

You were right. It was beautiful.

“Oui [yes],” he agreed.

“Pas aussi beau que toi [not as beautiful as you],” you quipped, nudging him with your elbow.

He let out a sigh. He would love nothing more than to take the compliment as it was, but he knew not to. He felt stupid not knowing what you were up to, but he had a feeling it had to do with him falling for your scheme of compliments. His expression remained neutral, though you spotted color appearing on his cheeks. You smirked.

“Cette nuit n'était pas si mauvaise, non? C'est pour ça que tu es parti? Parce que je n'étais pas assez bon? Parce que je serais prêt à réessayer. Donnez-moi une autre chance et je jure que vous ne voudrez plus jamais quitter le lit. [That night wasn't so bad, was it? Is that why you left? Because I wasn't good enough? Because I'd be willing to try again. Give me another chance and I swear you'll never want to leave the bed.]” Your feet nudged his legs as you spoke.

You felt his shoulder tense underneath you.

“Ce n'est pas ça et tu le sais. [That's not it and you know it.]”

You began to trace the top of his hand with your nails, drawing little shapes. You noticed the hair on his arms stand up.

“Je ne te crois pas~~~~ [I don't believe you~~~~]”

Joseph leaned over to whisper to Avdol. “I think she might be flirting with ‘im.”

“Why would she do that if he broke her heart?”

Joseph shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never understood a woman’s true motives a day in my life, that’s why I was asking you what you think.”

“I’m a fortune teller, Mr, Joestar, not a mind-reader.”

Dismissing Avdol, Joseph tuned back into what was happening on the other side of him.

You now had one arm wrapped around his bicep, the other trailing a nail from his hand up to his shoulder and towards his neck.

“Rejoignez-moi dans ma chambre et convainquez-moi, n'est-ce pas? [Join me in my room and convince me there, won't you?]”

Polnareff gently grabbed your hand, stopping you from caressing his face. “Pourquoi fais-tu ça? Je sais que tu gardes toujours rancune. [Why are you doing this? I know you still hold a grudge.]”

You let out a weary sigh. “Oh chéri. S'il vous plaît. Arrêtons-nous avec les présentations et le bavardage. [Oh, love. Please. Let's just stop with the introductions and chit-chat.]”

With that, you stood up, moving to grasp his wrists and lead him away from the bar.

Joseph turned to Avdol but the Egyptian shook his head. “We’re not following them. Well, I’m not. I’ll be in the room. You’re welcome to do whatever, Mr. Joestar, but I’ll have no part.”

Avdol got up, moving towards the stairs.

Joseph scoffed. “Well, fine.” He ran after Avdol. “Wait for me!”

You let out a sigh of relief. You brought Pol out into the empty patio, and there was no sign of the other two following you. You breathed out, breath visible in the cool air.

“I think we’re alone now,” you said. “Finally.”

Polnareff turned to you, expression one that was commonly found on him present. Confusion. “What are you trying to accomplish? Just tell me.”

You said nothing, your hands tracing up both of his arms before resting against his cheeks. You used your thumb to caress his face. Fluttering your eyelashes, you gave him a look he recognized from way back in that hotel in France. You leaned up, getting on your tippy toes.

Despite the logical side of his brain telling him he shouldn’t, he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in.

Your lips met, but before anything could happen, you pulled away suddenly. You were crying.

“I’m such an idiot,” you muttered. “Why did I think this was a good idea?” You backed away from his grasp. “I’m sorry.” Polnareff’s heart shattered. He hated seeing you in tears, especially since he didn’t know the reason. He assumed it was probably him. “What’s wrong?”

You bit your lip. “I was going to get revenge,” you said. “Do to you what you did to me. But I can’t. If… if I go up to your room and do what we did together when we were teens I could never convince myself to leave you. Because I’m still in love with you, and not just a little bit. A lot. So much that it hurts. And I don’t want you hurt, even though you hurt me. Because I’m stupid in love with you.”

For such a talkative man, he had nothing to say. 

You two just stood in silence, cold air freezing your skin as you rubbed your arms. You let out a shaky sigh, eyes closing. You felt like an idiot. A love-sick idiot.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against a broad chest that smelled of French alcohol and cigarette smoke. You took in a breath.

“I should be the one apologizing, ma chérie,” he said, voice cracking with emotion. “You deserve the world and if I could go back I never would have left you in that room. I just-- you had such big plans. You were an exchange student from America who was studying things I couldn’t even pronounce. I was some dumb nobody scrounging and wallowing about with no real purpose.”

“You’re an idiot,” you mumbled, arms moving to wrap around his neck as you glanced up at him. “You’re such an idiot, Jean Pierre.”

“I know,” he said, giving you a small smile. His cheeks were pink. “I really do know.”

“But I’d like you to be MY idiot from now on, if that’s okay with you.”

He gave a chaste kiss to your forehead. “If you’re willing to take me back, even in this hell of a situation we’re in right now, then I’d love nothing more, ma chérie.”

Your response was in the form of a kiss. But this time, it wasn’t a short one.

What finally pulled you two apart was a familiar gruff voice from a few stories above. “I knew it! I knew it!”

You both looked up, shooting glares at the elderly Joestar. He gave you a quick smile before popping his head back inside his window.

You let out a giggle, Polnareff chuckling along.

“Oh my,” you sighed. “What have I gotten myself into?”

He grinned. “I have no idea, myself, ma chérie. But we’ll have a bizarre adventure finding out!”

That night, you two shared a bed, snuggled up against each other. There was nothing more than scattered kisses shared, but it was a pleasant night, nonetheless.

When morning came, however, and you were met with strong arms embracing you from behind as a familiar snore sounded in your ear, you felt better than you had in years. More specifically, since that night in France.

Letting out a hum, you turned to kiss his forehead. “God, I love you, you big French idiot,” you mumbled. And you meant it. 

Hope you enjoyed! <3

#yeah #I took a simple prompt #rewrote it like 5 times #ended up making it 2500 words #and ended up with something I could've made an entire novel out of #but anyway it helped me wind down from my anxiety attack so I mean whatever works #sir that is my emotional support polnareff #sir no you dont understand if i didn't write 2500 words of him I would've died #it was a tragic situation #but yeah never say fandoms dont help people #because this mans has gotten me through some shit #jjba #jjba x reader #jean pierre polnareff #polnareff #jojos bizarre adventure #jojos bizarre adventure stardust crusaders #jojo x reader #jojos x reader #fluff #fluffy #over 1000 words

[cranehusbands]

glory, to olympus

loba andrade/crypto | park tae joon; established relationship; hurt/comfort; post broken ghost; apex rarepair week; 1883 words

a/n: first thought is why the fuck did ao3 butcher crypto’s name so bad.. that’s not how his name is said. taejoon is one word. crypto im so sorry

secondly, this has been my agenda this whole time. welcome to cryptloba hell, population me. i absolutely adore these two with all my heart, i was so excited for finally write for them, and will be doing so later this week, as it’s apex rarepair week! the prompt i went for for this one was meet the parents and well... you get the idea. angst time baby

@apex-rarepairweek thank you for hosting this wonderful week!

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Preview: The thief’s mouth hung open in her rambles, before she looked up to Crypto, still standing in the rain with his hands in his pockets, hair flat against his face. The shadow over her eyes fell now, mascara running down her cheeks as she wiped the nose with the back of her hand in an uncharacteristically sloppy way. “...Am I doing them wrong, Park? Have I done bad by them?”

The gentle sound of the radio was enough to not make the room sound so deafening in its silence, raindrops hitting the window like tears from the clouds, as if knowing the day to the date, and mourning on her behalf. The song was a lighthearted one, one about running away to the big city - an older one, from more than many years ago, somehow still prevalent on the radio stations that she tended to be drawn towards. Was it because this music was a comfort to her? Her father always cared a lot for songs like those, and he would whisk herself and her mother around the living room while some lovelorn fool sang about a Caroline or an Eileen. 

  Loba was gentle in the way she did her makeup, having mastered her technique in the past few years - her philosophy had always been to not get caught, but if she were to be, she had to look her best. She closed one eye, gently placing a synthetic eyelash over the smokey eye makeup she’d carefully painted on already, pulling away and staring at herself in the vanity mirror in her room, and hand running through one of the shorter braids, the ends of her hair no longer stark red and now simply a subdued blonde. Her eyes fell on a small polaroid in the corner of the vanity, moving to run two fingers of the faces of the two adults - a suited man and a smiling woman - staring at the young child with a wide smile and a small tooth gap. The thief smiled a little, at the way the girl was so oblivious to her future, her happiness at that moment forever caught, to be cherished and longed for. She stared for a moment or two more, hand pulling away to catch a glance of the two parents by the girl’s shoulders, just as happy as she, before she stood to her feet, grabbing the leather-gloved form the edge of the desk before she opened the door, and began heading out of the dropship, passing by the kitchen and listening to the clicking of her boots against the floor-

  “You’re awake early.”

She jumped at the sudden voice, shooting a glare over to the table in the dropship’s kitchen, where a pair of eyes stared back at her from over the back of a laptop. “For god's sake, Crypto, make yourself known. Don’t scare me like that.”

“Sorry.” He almost looked sheepish for a moment, pulling down his laptop screen so she could see his face, the clear bags under his eyes from behind his glasses and the weak smile he gave. “You’re looking very… monotone.”

Loba hummed, doing a little half-hearted spin. “I have places to be. Quite in demand, don’t you know?”

“Hm. Visiting death, are we?”

“I guess you could say that.”

He frowned at her for a moment, brow furrowing before he closed the lid of his laptop and stood to his feet.

“What are you doing?”

“Grabbing my coat.”

“What- no, you’re not coming with me.”

He didn’t respond, shoving his hands into his pockets as he made his way back to his room.

“Crypto!” The thief called out to him, but again he didn’t respond, not even so much with a turn. And though she gave an exasperated sigh and folded her arms across her chest, she didn’t try to leave him behind in this momentary blindspot. Deep down, she was almost glad for the company. Especially his.

  The hacker soon returned, now donning a fuzzy black coat, somewhat more professional and warmer than his normal attire, though still jarring to see him in something that wasn’t white or green… though, hints of his usual accent still came through, in the formal shirt and tie he still wore underneath. Hands were shoved into his pockets, clearly fiddling with the cube he always carried with him, more for comfort than out of function. Crypto shot her a small nod as she turned to look at him, quickening his pace a little to join her at her side. “So-”

Before he could finish, he was cut off as she ran a hand down his chest, feeling the soft material of his coat under her fingertips with a soft expression. It wasn’t often they shared moments like this - the two were discrete about their relationship, especially since their mission had led to both… complications and rifts in the group, but also new bonds being formed, including their own. Interactions between the two were kept strictly professional when eyes were on them… but now Loba fixed his coat collar, a sad smile on her face, perhaps getting a bit closer than what she would have normally. But it was the early morning, and the open kitchen was silent. It was just them. What did they have to hide?

Crypto’s smile was weak, and embarrassed, perhaps still not used to the shift between professionalism and PDA. His voice cracked a little as he continued with his train of thought. “S-so, where are we going?”

Loba pulled her hands away from him, tucking her arm into his with a solemn nod, as if to hype herself up. “The closest thing I remember being a home to me. ...To Olympus.”

  The ride was quiet, but they both were tense. Loba knew that Crypto never liked crowds, not much - it was bad enough that a handful of the legends knew who he really was, but being so visible was a threat, even if these people had never heard of Taejoon Park before. She reached a hand over to him without looking to make it obvious, feeling for his hand to hold onto for comfort, as she knew the way his eyes fell on her and his face softened in a way that only she knew. The thief gave him a glance, and a small smile, running a thumb over the back of his knuckles, to comfort him, but also perhaps to comfort herself, as through the window the overview of the city so foggy in her memories became clearer. It was so different, and yet... not at all. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat, but it kept coming back, enough to make it hard for her to breathe as they left the landing zone and headed down a familiar road, being dropped off at the front of an extravagant building, where pedestrians entered through lavish double doors. She exited the taxi they had shared, a hand holding onto the door for a moment before she quietly shut it.

“Damn rain,” she grumbled, though it was certainly half-hearted, pulling out her cane and extending it to lean against it, in the way she usually did, her other hand over her eyes to avoid damage to her makeup.

Behind her, the taxi started up again, driving away as the hacker now joined her at her side, hands in his pockets. He hummed. 

“What?”

“You haven’t told me everything about yourself. If I knew any better, I would make a joke that this was your second home… the gaudiness is fitting. But…” He looked over to her, and the way she stared back at him.

Loba swallowed. “Yes, well I… the loss of my family to that… demon… meant I have lost my home, my heritage. I have no grave to return my good wishes to, so I…” With her cane, she gestured towards the building in front of them - to the restaurant where all but one little girl had lost her life over twenty years before.

  There was a long, drawn-out silence, the only sound being the sound of rain that his the pavement leading up to the glowing restaurant doors. 

“I feel my papa would have liked you.”

“Hm?” He glanced down to her, how the rain fell down the sides of her face and how the gloomy sunlight cast a dark shadow over her eyes.

“He would have liked you. From… what I remember, anyway. He was a kind man, a family man. ...Yes, he would have liked you.” Her voice quivered as she repeated herself.

“...Loba, I-”

“-And mama would have too. Oh, the things she would say, I can almost hear them, in a distant sort of way. ‘Mi yerno es un ángel.’, I think is the phrase she’d say… I-I’m sure she would call us married already, she was a housewife type despite her… her profession-”

“Loba.”

The thief’s mouth hung open in her rambles, before she looked up to Crypto, still standing in the rain with his hands in his pockets, hair flat against his face. The shadow over her eyes fell now, mascara running down her cheeks as she wiped the nose with the back of her hand in an uncharacteristically sloppy way. “...Am I doing them wrong, Park? Have I done bad by them?”

He didn’t know what to say. He’d never had this issue before, not for himself - what was done with him was done, and he had no one to mourn… no parents, and no sister. He quickly swallowed before he could ride down that thought path. Reaching a hand out of his pocket, he took hers and gently squeezed. “You… are an amazing woman. They know that, surely, from where they reside. Regardless of what you have done, or will do, you are still theirs. Be proud.”

That’s when her face, that had tried so hard to remain like stone despite her tears, wrinkled, and her grip on his hand grew tighter with a squeeze, before she burst into sobs and practically threw herself onto him, burying her face into his shoulder, as if to hide her dignity, her hands moving to claw onto his back and hold it as if he would leave her at a moments notice.

  He didn’t move, unsure if she would shatter in his arms like fragile glasswork, so perfect and delicate as she shook in the cold and the pressure of containing herself, but soon Crypto held her back, and brought her close, the warmth still foreign to him, even after all the times that had done this behind closed doors. No… it was never like this. Loba was strong, she held her cards close to her chest, and only let herself be vulnerable when she knew she had nothing to lose - and to her, she still had everything to lose. Losing her legacy, her revenge on the simulacrum that took her life away from her. The hacker held her close, holding the back of her head with a hand, quietly shushing her muffled sobs as he ran a hand through her hair, now knotted and wavy with the rain.

“Te amo,” she whispered into his neck, before pulling away and looking up to him, smiling despite herself as she wiped her eye, now red, though not like her usual makeup attire, with the back of her finger, smiling despite herself as she moved a hand to brush at his shoulder.  “Sorry about the makeup all over your coat.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, moving to cup her face with one hand and brush his thumb under her other eye, still wet from tears.  “Don’t worry. It’ll be fine. You will be fine. Saranghae.”

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[sunnsartbook]

“Loneliness. Always a part of me. But Evertime i look at this Flower, i can remember you.”

― Mayleen de Santis

Hey! After a month IM BACK! With a tiny Story.  I really hope that this story will be well received. The story that will follow will first come in my native language: German. However, there is also an English version of this story. It tells the background story of my character Mayleen. Still, it remains a secret who the boy was. So much for that. I hope you like it. PS . : If there are some spelling mistakes in Story, I’m sorry. complain to PONS Translator X’D

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Das Mädchen mit den Blumen (GER)

1992 November:  

Traurigkeit.

Einsamkeit.  

Verlassen zog das Einsame Mädchen durch die Straßen Italiens. Es war eine recht große Reise, dennoch nicht die größte die sie wanderte. Vier lange und harte Jahre lebte das 12.-jährige Mädchen in Salerno. Doch nachdem ihr trügerischer Chef, ihr das Einzige im Leben nahm, was sie noch hatte, konnte sie nicht mehr einen Fuß in dieser Anstalt setzen. Warum war ihr Leben nur so eine Farce?  

Woher sollte sie es wissen? Sie war zu jung dafür. Zu Jung um zu wissen welche Gefahren sie sich gegenüberstellte. Zu jung um sich zu verteidigen. Zu dumm um es besser zu wissen.

Leise murmelte sie den Namen “Matteo”. Wie leid es ihr doch tat.  

Ihr kleiner, süßer Bruder.  

Verstorben vor zwei Wochen.

Im Alter von vier Jahren.  

Er hatte den Tod nicht verdient.

Dank des Geldes das sie ihren Boss stahl, war sie in der Lage mit dem Bus zu reisen.

Ihre Reise führte sie zunächst in die längst vergangene Stadt Pompei. Vor etlichen Jahren unter der Asche eines Vulkans vergraben. Natürlich gelang es, dank Ausgrabungen, die Stadt an die Oberfläche zu bringen. Das Mädchen pflückte eine Einsame Blume am Wegesrand.  Der Duft der Blüte, bliebt ihr in der Nase hängen. Sie liebte Pflanzen über alles.  

Dank ihres Freundes, der stehts an ihrer Seite war, blühte der sonst so kahle Weg auf.  Es gab noch so viel zu lernen über ihn. So vieles wusste sie noch nicht.

Um nicht länger an Ort und Stelle zu verweilen, zog das Blumenmädchen mit der der Blume in der Hand weiter.  

Ihr Weg führte sie in die Großstadt von Neapel. Das Mädchen war Verzaubert über die Größe, und der Schönheit. Dennoch. War dies der Ort an dem sie sich eine Zukunft vorstellen konnte? Ehrlich gesagt wusste sie es nicht.

Ein wenig später:

Dumpfe, leise Hilfeschreie durchfuhr die dunkle Gasse in Neapel. Ein Mädchen, umgeben von vier Männern die versuchten auf das Mädchen einzuprügeln. Einzelne Blüten lagen verstreut auf dem Boden. Leicht zertrampelt: Die Blüte aus Pompei.

In dem Moment in den das Mädchen ihren Freund rufen wollte, ertönte ein heroischer Schrei. Ihr Retter in Not? Nach und nach wurden die Männer mit einem alten Holzbrett erschlagen. Als dann endlich der letzte zu Boden fiel, schnappte sich der Held, die kleine Hand des Mädchens und rannte mit ihr davon.  

Das Mädchen wusste nicht was sie sagen sollte, gar tuen sollte. Dank der Dunkelheit der Gasse, fiel es ihr schwer sein Gesicht zu sehen. Dennoch konnte sie in ihren kleinen Kopf, klarstellen das es ein Junge war, der ihr half.  

Endlich. Ein Licht im Dunklen.  

Das Blumen Mädchen konnte bereits ausmachen das die Männer schon wieder auf den Beinen waren und nun die Kinder hinterherjagten. Das Mädchen wusste nicht wohin sie liefen. Doch der Junge hielt fest ihre zarte Hand in seine, rannte von Straße zu Straße.  

Außeratem blieben die Beiden Kinder letztendlich stehen. Es war endlich sicher. Mit viel Dankbarkeit in ihren Herzen bedankte sie sich bei den Unbekannten, der nach ihren Wohlbefinden fragte. Sie lächelte.  

Es war seltsam, dennoch fühlte sie sich in seiner Nähe sicher und geborgen. Dabei kannten sie sich eigentlich nicht. Zwei fremde Kinder, im selben alter, verbrachten den Tag gemeinsam.  

Mit Sorge in der Stimme, erklärte er ihr das es sicherer sei, dorthin zurück zu kehren, wo sie einst herkam. Doch sollte sie wirklich zurück zu ihrem Chef? Zu dem Mann der ihr Leben ruinierte? Hatte sie denn eine Wahl? Er war ihre Sicherheit. Er war es der sie und ihren kleinen Bruder vor einiger Zeit aufnahm. Ihr und ihren zwei Wochen alten Bruder.  

Sie stimmte zu.

Bevor sie ging, überreichte der Junge dem Mädchen eine Blume. Sie war recht erstaunt. Denn es war die Blume aus Pompei. Sie dachte die liebliche Blume sei bei dem Überfall abhandengekommen. Ihre Sorge verflog. Mit der Übergabe der Blüte, versprach er ihr, sie eines Tages, aus der tristen Welt zu befreien in der sie sich befand.

Wie konnte es sein, dass ein Fremder Junge, ihr Hoffnung gab? Er gab ihr den Mut, bis zum Ende gerade auf beiden Füßen zu stehen. Dies war sein Versprechen an ihr. Konnte er es auch einhalten? Sie aus dieser Welt zu befreien?

Bevor sich ihre Wege trennten, fragte der Junge nach ihren Namen.

“May... Mayleen de Santis.” Dies war ihre Hoffnungsvolle Begegnung. Dies war die Hoffnung der kleinen Orchidee.  

Da das Mädchen auch seinen Namen wissen wollte, fragte sie nach.  

“Mein Name...”  

Sein Name blieb ihr, für die Ewigkeit im Kopf hängen. Dies war ihre erste und auch letzte Begegnung.

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The Girl with the Flower (ENG)

1992 November:  

Sadness.   Loneliness.  

A lonely girl roamed the streets of Italy. It was quite a big journey, but not the biggest one she walked. The 12-year-old girl lived in Salerno for four long and hard years. But after her deceptive boss took away the only thing she had in her life, she could no longer set foot in this cruel house. Why was her life just such a farce?    

How should she know? She was too young for it. Too young to know what dangers she faced. Too young to defend. Too stupid to know better.  

Quietly, she muttered the name "Matteo." How sorry she was.  

Her little, sweet brother.  

Died two weeks ago.  

At the age of four.    

He did not deserve death.  

Thanks to the money she stole from her boss, she was able to travel by bus.  

Her journey initially took her to the long-gone city of Pompei. Several years ago buried under the ashes of a volcano. Of course, thanks to excavations, the city was brought to the surface. The girl picked a lonely flower on the side of the road.  The scent of the flower, get stuck in her nose. She loved plants above all else.  

Thanks to her friend, who was by her side, the otherwise bare path blossomed.  There was still so much to learn about him. She didn't know so much.  

In order to stop staying in place, the flower girl moved on with the flower in her hand.  

Her journey took her to the big city of Naples. The girl was enchanted by the size, and the beauty. Nevertheless. Was this the place where she could imagine a future? Honestly, she didn't know.  

Some hours later:

Dull, quiet cries for help passed through the dark alley in Naples. A girl surrounded by four men who tried to beat the girl. Blossoms lay scattered on the ground. Slightly trampled: The flower from Pompei.  

The moment the girl tried to call her friend, a heroic scream rang out. Her savior in need? Gradually, the mens were slain with an old wooden board. When the last one finally fell to the ground, the hero grabbed the little hand of the girl and ran away with her.  

The girl didn't know what to say. Thanks to the darkness of the alley, she found it hard to see his face. Still, she could put in her little head, make it clear that it was a boy who helped her.  

At last. A light in the dark.  

The flower girl could already make out that the mens were already back on their feet and were chasing the childrens. The girl didn't know where they were going. But the boy held her delicate hand firmly in his, running from street to street.    

Without breath, the two children finally stopped. It was finally safe. With much gratitude in her heart, she thanked the unknown who asked about their well-being. She smiled.  

It was strange, but she felt safe and secure near him. They didn't really know each other. Two strangers children, in the same age, spent the day together.  

Worried in his voice, he told her that it was safer to return to where she once came from. But should she really go back to her boss? To the man who ruined her life? Did she have a choice? He was their safety. It was him who took her and her little brother some time ago. She and her two-week-old brother.  

She agreed.  

Before she left, the boy presented the girl with a flower. She was quite astonished. For it was the flower of Pompei. She thought the lovely flower had been lost in the raid. Their concern faded. By handing over the flower, he promised her that one day she would be freed from the dreary world in which she found herself. That was his promise to her. Could he keep it? Free her from this world?

How could it be that a stranger gave her hope? He gave her the courage to stand on both feet until the end.  

Before their paths separated, the boy asked for her name.  

"May... Mayleen de Santis." This was their hopeful encounter. This was the hope of the little orchid.  

Since the girl also wanted to know his name, she asked.  

"My name..."  

His name remained in her head for eternity. This was their first and last encounter.

#jojo #jojo bizarre adventure #jojo oc #jojo bizzare adventure oc #oc #anime #fanfiction #ff jojo #fanfiction jojo #fanfiktion #jojo fanfic #oc story

[wolferals]

⭐️he‘s the bad guy⭐️

arón piper preference

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(This is inspired by the movie „tres metros sobre el cielo")

*WARNING: mentions of kinks, no smut included tho

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-it was a pretty normal tuesday for you

-you went to college, spent your afternoon with some friends and then slowly made your way home at around 8:30

-your best friend had promised to take you home after work

-you were about to meet her at your guys' favorite ice cream place

-since it was mid july it was still pretty hot out

-you were wearing a knee long summery dress and some sandals when you walked around the corner in a usually pretty quiet neighborhood in Madrid

-but as you continued walking you saw a huge croud of people, cheering

-and you saw a lot of motorcycles

-it looked like they were about to have an illegal motorcycle race in the middle of the streets

-but you got curious and got a little closer

-once you were able to see the men on their motorcycles closeup you noticed this one guy

-he was wearing a leatherjacket

-had a buzzcut

-and a single silver hoop dangling from his left earlobe

-and his face told you he'd go all in in this race

-he looked furious

-but for some reason you found him attractive

-maybe even more attractive than your own boyfriend?

-shortly after they started the race and some people ran after the motorcycles

-and you were just standing there thinking about this handsome badass

-obviously you knew you'd never see him again so

-and of course you also had a boyfriend so you didn't actually want to see him again

-so you decided to just wait for your best friend to pick you up

-she had planned to pick you up right after you texted hr but she didnt even get your text

-so you just sat down on a bench and called him

-„hey girl! I know i promised id be there at 9 but im still at work, my boss is pretty mad right now because things disappeared and he's blaming everyone."

-you nodded even though she obviously couldnt see that

-„yeah okay, ill ask Julio to pick me up."

-theoretically you couldve taken the bus or the subway but you didnt have any money left because you spent all you had with you for lunch

-you then called your boyfriend of almost 4 months who picked you up immediately

-on the drive to your place you guys talked about your day and your plans for the rest of the week

-„why didnt your wonderful best friend pick you up?" he then asked you

-he emphasized the word „wonderful"

-he hated your best friend

-like really hated her

-he said she was bad for you

-she got mad easily and blamed it all on you

-but she's never actually quit the friendship with you before

-and sometimes she could be really sweet

-„she's working." you replied

-julio nodded and then drove the car into a tunnel

-he knew how you hated tunnels so he put his right hand on your thigh to reassure you

-you smiled at him and then placed a small kiss on his cheek

-„i love you hun." he then said for the first time

-but before you could reply something rammed the car

-you both got scared and he checked the mirrors

-you turned around and saw three guys on motorcycles behind you

-„eh cabrón! We need to talk to you Julio!"

-„do you know these guys??" you asked him full of fear

-„no what are you saying? Of course not." he replied and drove even faster

-„slow down! You're way too fast!" you yelled at him because he was far over the speed limit

-„we need to get rid of them!" he explained and drove about 160 on a street that said limit 100

-„STOP THE CAR!" you screamed at his face

-„yeah listen to your girlfriend Ju." a guy on the motorcycle spoke while driving right next to your window

-you just looked at him for a second and then just closed your eyes

-you were scared of tunnels and of driving too fast

-it was a lot for you

-„STOP THE FUCKING CAR!" you screamed again

-finally julio slowed down and stopped on the side of the road

-furiously you got out of the car to take a deep breath

-„you couldve killed us!" you screamed at your boyfriend

-the guys stopped on the side too and one took off his helmet

-„Julio get outta there puta!" He said rather harshly

-you looked at your boyfriend who was still sitting in the car

-„please do what he says, im scared."

-but before anything happened your boyfriend took off

-he left you in the middle of nowhere with three angry guys on motorcycles that had almost killed you

-you just stared at his car getting more and more distant

-two of the three immediately drove after him

-the third stared directly into your eyes for a little while before then taking off as well

-„you cant just leave me here you fucking dick!" you screamed at him

-you didnt even care who he was but he was the last person there and you were genuinely scared

-you expected him to keep driving

-why would he care

-but he turned around again and stopped his motorcycle in front of you

-„you expect me to be nice to you even though you just called me a fucking dick?"

-his voice was deep

-you lowkey had a thing for deep raspy voices

-you didnt know how to respond

-„alright then have fun finding a way how to get home."

-he started the engine again but you stopped him

-„please take me home. Im sorry."

-you sounded so damn desperate

-and you couldnt believe that your boyfriend had just left you there

-„get on." he demanded

-„but i need a helmet." your sassy soul complained

-„jeez woman."

-he then took off his helmet

-and you saw his face for the first time

-„you." you then said as a first reaction

-the handsome stranger looked at you in confusion

-„me?"

-„you're the guy from the race before. Ive seen you."

-he laughed at you and then asked:"you were at the race? A girl like you?"

-„yeah i was passing by and i saw you."

-he started grinning

-„and let me guess you were staring at my oh so hot face and couldn't resist but remember me cause youve been dreaming about me ever since?"

-his cocky personality turned you on

-you grinned a little

-„right." you grabbed the helmet from his hands and sat down behind him

-„you gotta hold onto me tight princesa."

-the word „princesa" got you a little wet

-you put your hands around his torso

-„you gotta really hold onto me bebe, we dont want you to fall off do we?" he spoke provocative

-„shut up and drive."

-he laughed and then started the engine

-it felt good driving through the night on a motorcycle

-you could feel the hot air hitting your bare thighs

-and you felt his breathing as you were holding onto this guy whose name you didnt even know

-but unfortunately all things have to end some time and he stopped at your house

-„there we are princesa." he spoke

-but you were still in your own state that you didn't really realize

-so your hands were still placed on his muscular chest

-„ey girly, id love to continue this another day but i gotta get home eventually too."

-you then got off the motorcycle, gave him his helmet and just made your way to the front door

-„ey!" he yelled

-„qué?" you asked him

-„come back!" he demanded

-so you walked back to him and just stood there about 2 meters away from him

-„closer bebe."

-you took a step closer to him

-„listen. When i take you home you say thank you alright?"

-you didn't expect him to be so blunt

-you just nodded and said:"thanks."

-he nodded back and then slightly grabbed you by your arm to pull you down to meet him face to face

-„your boyfriend's an asshole for leaving you there. Remember, daddy will always be there for you."

-you just stared at him in confusion

-you didnt even know you had a daddy kink

-but you did know that he turned you on as hell and that your panties were fucking wet by now

-„and i know in fact that we both feel the same here, even though your stubborn little body wont deny it. If you wanna have a good time, meet me friday 8pm at the race track."

-you didnt reply at all

-„goodnight princesa." he grinned and put on his helmet

-„ya." you just spoke and turned around but he pulled you back again

-„es goodnight papi, lo entiendes?"

#preference #aronpiper #omander #aronxreader #ander #preferences #cute #hot

[shhhhyoursister]

that last hc about trans staff was amazing i can't stop reading, your writing is so good 🤯 thank you so much for that!!!! when you have time I'd love to read about what matteo said that hurt david and david walking shirtless but just when you can, don't worry :) again tysm

es hi hi yes okay idk why im very in the mood to write this suddenly i watched like a tiny snippet of the last clip again to look for something and this is totally unrelated to that but i remembered that i got this ask and felt filled with motivation for a minute despite my,,, total and complete exhaustion so sorry if this isnt great i just have feelings!!! im also probably going to write the angstier part of this another time, i was just really in the mood for cute fluff!!!!

The first time David did it, he was alone. Laura had left the flat for the weekend to do something for her job, and David had been excited to spend every single hour of that time with his boyfriend. He had been disappointed to find out that Matteo was busy that first night, and despite how badly he wanted to, David wasn’t going to try to pull him away from a movie night with Hans. He resigned himself to an evening spent ordering a pizza, lying on the couch, and watching movies while waiting for Matteo to text him.

He had gone back into his room to change after putting his freshly delivered pizza on the table, and he was taking his binder off as a thought crossed his mind. He had been feeling pretty good that day, body-wise. He had been having more of those days since Matteo, and he looked down at himself, shirtless and wearing a pair of what he realized were Matteo’s boxers, and put his binder gently on the bed. He glanced towards his hamper full of clean clothes and grabbed a shirt off the top, but didn’t put it on. He took a deep breath and clenched the shirt tight in one hand as he walked up to the door to his bedroom, turned the knob, and stepped out.

The first thing he noticed was that he felt a little cold. Not an uncomfortable cold, really, but cold in a way that was...very different than he had ever felt before. He shivered a little as he walked further into the room, and sat down on the couch. He leaned back into the cushions a little and shifted his shoulders against the fabric, feeling the way it rubbed on his bare skin. He smiled a bit to himself before leaning forward again, and grabbing a slice of pizza out of the box. He turned the TV on and selected the movie he wanted, and kept smiling through the whole beginning, despite the grim scene unfolding on the screen in front of him.

After he had finished eating way too much of the pizza to feel comfortable, he let himself slide onto his back on the couch. He rested a hand on his stomach and one behind his head as he watched the end of the movie, and he laughed when he noticed a little bit of the sauce from the pizza on his stomach. He wiped it away before selecting another movie with a grin. He ended up falling asleep about halfway through that one, and woke up to a text from Matteo asking when he should come over that night.

David’s mood carried with him throughout the day, heightened by the fact that his boyfriend was coming over that night. He even cleaned a bit, made sure his room was a little more presentable, and he was just straightening the blanket on his bed when Matteo texted saying he had arrived. He jogged to the door and pulled it open, and felt how dumb and big his grin was when he saw Matteo standing there with a bag over his shoulder.

Matteo gave him an amused look and leaned in for a quick kiss, and David tried to make it a little less quick but Matteo was already pulling away to put his stuff in David’s room. David followed after him, not ready for him to leave his sight, and after Matteo dropped his bag onto the bed he dropped himself into David’s arms. David grabbed him around the waist and squeezed him tight, and Matteo laughed in his ear.

“Miss me?”

David pulled back so he could kiss him on the cheek and then pulled away completely so he could see Matteo smiling at him, and he beamed back, before saying, “Literally anytime I’m not with you.”

Matteo blushed and rolled his eyes before leaning back in so they could kiss, and David pulled Matteo’s body into his and chuckled a little when Matteo made a surprised noise into his mouth. 

“You seem happy. Did you enjoy your night all alone?” Matteo said after they had pulled away again, his cheeks a little pinker. David shoved his equally pink face into Matteo’s shoulder and smiled into the skin there.

“Would have been better if you were here, but it was okay.”

They quickly ordered and ate food, and Matteo stole a piece of the leftover pizza when David mentioned he had gotten it the night before. They settled down after a little while to watch a movie, Matteo on his back and David lying on his chest, but after only about 15 minutes Matteo started wiggling uncomfortably under David. 

“Fuck, why is it so hot? Move for sec?”

David sat up with a whine and Matteo rolled his eyes again before sitting up and whipping his shirt off. David smirked and wiggled his eyebrows just to see Matteo laugh, and he did, with a, “Stop that, you’re a fucking idiot.”

He settled back down on Matteo’s chest and watched the movie for a few more minutes, before realizing how warm he felt himself. He sighed a little and rubbed his face into Matteo’s skin.

“I did that last night.”

Matteo hummed at him to prompt him to continue, so he sighed again before saying, “Took my shirt and binder off, and hung out on the couch.”

Matteo hummed again, and said, “And how was that?”

David thought for a second, before turning his head and propping his chin on Matteo’s chest. Matteo looked down at him and ran a hand through his hair, and David closed his eyes before saying, “Really fucking nice, actually.”

He opened his eyes to see Matteo grinning down at him. He blushed a little and turned his face back into Matteo’s skin, and felt Matteo’s other hand in his hair as well, and Matteo tightened his fingers and pulled his head back. 

“Why don’t you do it now?”

David’s eyes widened. He hadn’t been expecting that, but he saw the sincerity in Matteo’s goofy smile. He had been shirtless with Matteo before, a decent number of times. Never when they were just relaxing, however, and he admitted that it was a nice idea. He shrugged a little, and sat up again.

“I hadn’t really thought about it.”

“Well, it’s really warm. You should do it, Laura isn’t coming back until tomorrow night, so it’s just me.”

It was just Matteo. It was just Matteo and David, and David didn’t have to worry. He was still feeling so good, and the idea of feeling his boyfriend’s skin against his own was too tempting to refuse. He nodded a little, and said a quiet, “Okay,” before tugging his shirt over his head and lying back down on Matteo’s chest.

Matteo was warm, but not in the same uncomfortable way the room was. His skin was soft, and David knew that, but he had a new appreciation for it in that moment. Matteo’s hands dropped onto his back and his fingers started tracing random shapes and what David thought might’ve been words onto his skin. 

He took a breath before letting it out in a long sigh, and he pressed a quick kiss to Matteo’s chest before saying, “This is good.”

Matteo looked down at him and smiled, running one of his hands up David’s spine and over his neck before sliding it through his hair, running through the curls and moving in such a calming way that David felt his eyes drooping closed.

He woke up a few hours later, and looked up to see Matteo snoring lightly above him. He was a little shocked that he had managed to fall asleep twice on the couch without meaning to in two nights, but he couldn’t stop his body from melting completely in Matteo’s when he felt their bare skin pressed together, and he smiled a little as he drifted off again, only waking once more, hours later, when Matteo tugged hard on his hair because he had gotten tired of watching David sleep. 

#davenzi fic #davenzi fanfic #druck fic #druck fanfic #davenzi #david schreibner #matteo florenzi #matteo x david #hhhhh trans stuff??? #dare i say #some slight gender euphoria???? #damn dude i just love him so much #me: sleeps shirtless after writing this

[voidselfshipp]

The Copper Wars

Chapter 3

Tw:MC gets triggered.

By the time it was night jerico had finished the blueprints for his New invention.

A thirty feet tall robot, called The Forge, he couldnt wait to make It,but first he should change,and Grab something to eat,maybe even go to town and see whats up.

He took a quick shower,and changed,walking to the kitchen with his cats following behind him

--Hey guys whats up--jeri said non chalantly.

The mercs couldnt help but stare, he was wearing tight black pants,a dark green sweater, his hair tied in a bun while some stands fell loosely on his face.

--We uh...we were just about to eat-- engie mustered up, Serving the food.

--Nice, oh also! Ill go into town, anybody wanna come with me?

The men , except for pyro,soldier and heavy looked at eachother,before an argument broke out about who should accompany him.

--ya should let me go!, im super fun to be around!

--What ye goen ta get is this little shite talking yer ears off-Demo said drinking from his beer.

--Oh yeah? Well ya cant even stay still!youre drunk off ya ass!

--Id offer myself,I could use a break from workin'

--Ja!so would I!

--I zhink I could use some fresh air zoo

Jer stood there thinking--What if all of Us go?we could also use it to know eachother.

The mercs look at eachothern,and with grumpy looks they nodd.

And so, after eating off they went to town.

When they arrived the place was absolutely bustling with life,in the main plaza there was music playing, and jerico really wanted to dance!

The tune was so catchy!, and it reminded him of how much he and his dad would dance.

He took a quick look to his companions,but he could tell nobody was onboard.

So he just,stands there, pouting and his arms crossed.

Until a hand softly poses on his shoulder,he looks at engie who smiles and lends out his gloved hand.

Jer suddenly smiles, a huge smile on his face as he takes It.

The rest couldnt help but feel their chest warm up,he had a beautiful smile.

The music changes to a more softer one,and engie sweats bullets as jeri puts his arms around his neck.

--oh shit sorry i--

--No no,its alright uh aint used to dance with a Man thats all

--Theres always a first time,though if you want you can go back with the rest

--Its alright...this...this is fine

Both danced slowly,hesitant and unsure,but eventually they warmed up,and absolutely Killed it!.

Jerico was having so much fun.

Suddenly the texan Man dips him in, and he hugs his neck as jeri feels hes going to fall.

Engineers arms hug his waist,and with red cheeks they got back on their feet.

The texan knew hed get teased by scout, but seeing his companion happy made him feel giggly like a schoolgirl.

While walking through the local feria,jer fidgeted as he saw the stalls,so Many Many pretty things!.

He ran around, scout following him as he also got excited by all the things people sold.

--anyzhing Catching your interest?--spy sneaked behind the New merc, his french accent made a shiver run down his spine.

--Beejeezus!you scared me!

--my most sincere apologies,but please answer

Jeri just shrugged--Nothing really I mean they are pretty but,nothings like...'wow I want to buy that',besides you dont need to get me anything

--Consider it a welcome gift,if you need anyzhing or change your mind,let me know,our revoir

And the frenchman left.

While the rest were exploring,jeri sat on the empty stage, he then saw a Man,struggling to get his kid to calm down, the same Man was trying to play something on his guitar to no avail.

So he approached the dad, and asked if he needed help.

--You can try

Unaware of his team watching him, he sat on the floor with the kid,And softly played the guitar.

Jeri smiled,the kid mumbled things in what could be understood as spanish, and an idea appeared on his face.

--Hoy voy a hablarte

De mis héroes, que me vieron crecer

Desde el león que se hizo rey

Hasta la princesa que rompió la ley--He sang,gaining the kids attention--

Si me preguntas a mí

De ellos aprendí

Que hay personas por las que vale la pena derretirse

Que todo es posible, incluso lo imposible

Las virtudes a veces están bajo la suficiente

La belleza esta en el interior

Recuérdame aunque te diga adiós

Debo dejar de ser algo que no soy

Llorar me tranquiliza los problemas de la vida

Elimina de tu vida si elimina tu sonrisa

Hay una lágrima por cada risa

Eres más valiente de lo que crees

Porque tenemos que crecer

La segunda estrella a la derecha todo recto hasta el amanecer

Aférrate a aquello que te hace diferente

Si esperas el momento oportuno, era ese

Ohana significa familia, familia estar juntos siempre

Que tu alma libre esté

Que nunca es tarde para ser joven--his team had Walked closer.

The kid slowly calmed down as he sang, and quietly joining him.

Jer had a huge smile on his face,pouring his heart and soul as he sang with the kid who did the same,enjoying the music-- Boo

Sigue nadando

Sigue nadando

Quiero ser cómo, tú

Hakuna matata

Vive y deja vi bibidibabidibu

Hay un amigo en mí

Tan blandito que me quiero morir

De ellos aprendí!

Both ended their singing and the kid started to giggle and laugh, jerico gave the Man back his guitar and watched them walk away, with a warm feeling on his chest.

--recruit is good with little kids--heavy said.

--back in my home I had a lot of siblings,you end up learning I guess

And they spend the rest of the night enjoying the town.

Once back at his bedroom, just as hes about to sleep, he notices a pacage on his desk.

How...how did that get in here?

He got out of bed and Turned on the desk lamp.

--Que carajo...?--(what The fuck?),he then opened the small box to find a beautiful book,with carved details,painted gold.

'Since you too design things I figured this would suit you best.

Spy'

Said the note on the wrapper of the box.

He smiled and left it there,already too tired.

He then when back to bed, and fell asleep with his cats on his chest.

The morning sun filtered through the old blinds,jer hears his alarm go off,smacking the button of his alarm with a groan.

Suddenly he jumps as loud noises and shouts reached his room.

--la re puta madre!--he cursed sitting Straight,vica stands on their two back feet and with his front paws Cling to his unbuttoned shirt.

Jer picks them up,as illa jumps on his shoulder,and he walks to the source of the noise.

--Can I know what the fuck is going on?--Jerico asked,grumpy and a bit anxious.

--zhis idiot tried to Cook a pie,and somehow left zhe fork inside of it--medic said looking at scout.

Suddenly, scout screamed at the top of his lungs to defend himself,with a stupid argument.

Jer jumps back and hugs his cat, who purss and licks his hand.

His breath hitched as hes barely able to say--scout shut up!

His broken voice is enough to make the whole Room shut up and look at him.

--leetle Man feels bad,whats up?‐-heavy tried to Grab his shoulder but jeri stepped away.

--Scout give him a glass of vater-medic approached jerico softly, guiding Him to sit on the table--...how jou feeling now?

The New merc drinks the glass of water as he brokenly tries to steady his breath.

Vica sits on his lap,and illa jumps on the table, purring into the hand thats holding his head.

--I...I think im alright--jeri straightened his back--sorry,shouting And and loud noises make me anxious, try and Keep it quiet for now please?

--Ja, Ve'll zry, oh, by zhe vay,breakfasts ready

Engenieer was so kind to make the New merc breakfast with some home made applepie(without the fork inside of it)

Jerico Drank his tea, while his carts sat besides him curled up in a ball.

--So,jerico right?--engie said

--Yeah,whats up?

--Why dontcha tell Us about yourself huh?

Jers hand buttonned Up his shirt as he finally realized he was still in his pjs.

--Well,i moved in with my dad when I was a teen,worked in a bakery--scout chuckled condecenfingly--wich means I can make better pies than scout,and I Will not leave a fork inside of it,a part time artist, when I was like....twenty I did my phd in Steam powered engenieering,and when I could id go learn blacksmithing in one of my dads Friends house,nothing much

--nothin freaking much?!--scout said surprised-- you learnt blacksmithing and you think thats nothing much?

Jeri laughed snorting--well yeah blacksmithing is pretty cool

The Bostonian boy sunk in his chair and hid his face with his cap, as his cheeks Turned Pink.

--Oh and engie,I have the blueprints done,we can get to work in the wiring after this

--Alrighty then!

The rest of the breakfast was spent in quiet chatter, and jerico went to take a shower, closing the courtain.

The warn water hit his body and his shoulders and back relaxed.

He stretched his neck and washed his hair.

After the bath, he changed and went to Grab the blueprints and the notes he'd made in the notebook spy gave him.

He Walked to the door of his room,feeling excited to make this proyect of his into reality.

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confianza pt 3

you can thank cncobby for coercing me to write frequently me: im gonna upload once a week/biweekly also me: uploads multiple times a week also spa zabdiel has his curly longer hair here “Que pasó en Mexico?” My voice rose sharply, and immediately my temperament grew fiery, and upon his silence I gently shoved him. “Que pasó en Mexico, Zabdiel de Jesús Colon.” Again, my voice rose with anger, and being the passive gentle giant that he was, he just let me shove him -- again and again and again until he stumbled back onto the bed. “Mi amor, por favor....” His tone dragged with a solemn resonance, his hands coming up as he sat at the edge. All I did was cross my arms defensively across my chest, eyes glaring at him through wet lashes. “Lo siento, baby. Lo siento.” “What the fuck happened Zabdiel?” My patience ran thin.  Finally, he broke our gaze to look down at his lap, hands dropping to rub up and down his thighs as he thought deeply. “En Mexico, los chicos y yo fuimos a un club. To celebrate. Y....y....yo bailé con un chica....” His breath was raggedly expelled, his chest bellowing a deep but silent cry. “And?!” I balled my fists at my sides, my insides boiling as a look of hurt washed over my features. “Dimé, Zabdiel. I want to know everything.” “That.....eso es todo! I promise, please Y/N.....I was so stupid, I should have stopped her, I knew I should have.” Zabdiel looked up with a look that I’d never seen, one of presumed self-loathing. But all I could do was stand there with my lips parted, jaw dropped at the entire circumstance. “What the fuck -- Zabdiel --” I honestly couldn’t compute. “Lo sient---”  “Cállate ! --” I interrupted him, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Pendejo -” I groaned, dipping my head back in frustration, before lifting it back up to look at him. “That’s it? You just danced with some...some perra?” I said, trying not to burst out in crazed laughter. I failed however, and while I laughed incredulously, all emotion drained from his face, and was replaced with confusion, then relief. “S-sí....yo -” He began with a stutter, clambering for words as his eyes searched for an answer in mine.  Suddenly my fingers grabbed the nearest pillow, before swinging it at him with impressive force. After he grabbed my wrists, tugging me towards him. “You’re an idiot,” I seethed. Then his arms wrapped around me, pulling me in close so he could rest the side of his head against my tummy, murmuring ‘sorry’ over and over again. I groaned with desperation, “If you say sorry one more time I'm gonna deck you, without the pillow this time.” I couldn't help but chuckle, his warmth did that to me.

“So you’re not mad?” He asked, tone rising in question as he tip toed around me.  In response I swallowed thickly and shook my head, “I’m not about that, this whole thing started with me feeling neglected. I still feel the same way.” He exhaled with relief, before he moved his palms to my hips, rubbing them with ease and comfort as he began to talk. “I felt so bad after that, I felt so ashamed I couldn’t....it hurt my....heart.” His chin rose to look up at me, resting between my breasts, looking at me with honest and open eyes. Then he pressed a gentle kiss against the fabric, his fingers tightening their grip on my hips. I could feel myself getting pulled in. “Baby you should have told--” I started, but he soon interrupted with a stern tug, leaving me to come onto him in a light straddle. An audible groan left my lips, making it known that I was falling into his trap. “I know I should have. Yo se baby.” His palms slid up my sides slowly, cautiously, one even slipping under the fabric of my shirt. The coolness of his touch alerted my senses. Tenderly, his thumb ran circles just under the strap of my bra. “Que lindas, mi mujer...” He murmured into my neck, the fingers of one hand gently dusting off the hair on my shoulder so he could access that area with more ease. Then came a barrage of kisses, his head buried in the crook of my neck, lips layering kiss after plush kiss against my skin. “I missed you so much...” “Wait, Zabdiel...” I gasped out, head tilted back as my arms loosely encircled his neck, my body contoured to his. “I’m....I’m serious about the neglect....the treatment.....” My brows furrowed as I struggled to maintain my train of thought. He didn’t stop though, instead parting his lips to sink his teeth in just slightly, before treating the area to a soft and gentle kiss. With a groan I threaded my fingers through his curls, and gave it a tug -- enough to jar his head back. Though that only seemed to spur him on, a wild glint appeared in his eyes when  they opened, lips pursed into a cheeky smile. “I’m serious, Zabdiel.” I spoke out breathily, fingers rubbing at his nape.  He leaned forward, ghosting my lips with his. “So am I, Y/N” And with that he gripped my hips and turned to toss me up the bed. With a thud I fell against the mattress, his body soon coming to hover over mine. “I miss you, I love you...” He started, in a more serious tone, “I was gonna ask you if you wanted to go on tour a few nights before that happened, but I felt like shit when it did so I chickened out.” Zabdiel’s hand slid up my thigh, my side, to my cheek where he gently cupped it. “I felt like I didn’t deserve you.” I was slightly stunned, being that he had planned to have me on tour, but also that a minor thing such as that happened to screw it up. I was absolutely speechless so to respond I pressed my lips firmly against his -- this time harder, and with more desperation. I missed him so much.  “Te amo...” I murmured breathily against his lips “....te amo mas” he insisted in a direct tone, this time his body laying atop mine, biceps on either side of my head holding part of him up as he delved in for a more sensual kiss, lips melding against mine perfectly. The kisses grew hotter, breaths began to be ragged and sharp, and in a smooth movement he rocked his hips up into mine. He did it once more a bit more needily, to separate my legs so he could settle his hips between my thighs. 

Then a thought popped into my head “Shit baby, you have to submit the recording.” I said exasperatedly as he was pressing hotly-laden kisses against my neck. As soon as I did his head shot up, then his upper body as he kneeled above me.  “Shit -- shit.” He ran his fingers anxiously through his messy hair, gazing into oblivion with a nervous fear, before I murmured his name to bring him back to reality. Then his eyes centered on me, and his whole expression softened. “Carajo, baby...” In a comforting manner, his palm ran up and down my thigh. “I’ll call them and say to use an older recording, or or to extend the deadline.” He offered, but I shook my head. “Nah baby,” I propped myself onto my elbows and started to get up, motioning for him to do the same. “Vamonos, we’re going.” He smiled back at me with a candid and appreciative kind of love, shaking his head at me as he chuckled. I then grabbed my keys and my purse, before heading to the mirror to fix my hair. Zabdiel came up behind me and snaked his arms tightly around my waist from behind before rocking us gently side to side and pressing a kiss to my ear. Then he looked at my purse questioningly, “You’re not bringing anything else?” I answered with a chuckle and the shake of my head. “Uh----no, why should I?” Zabdiel slid his palms around to my bum, giving it a firm and teasing pat as he smacked a kiss to my cheek. “Well you’re going on tour with me now, are you not?”

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