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pascals-doll · 2 months

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like a virgin

joel miller x reader

🫧 inspired by madonnas like a virgin MY MADONNA CONCERT IS COMING UP I-

🫧 i always make my writings for joel so long but i love this man smm i could write all day for him it dont even b on purpose 😩

🫧 description: pre-outbreak!joel, babysitter!reader, reader babysits sarah, semi-fluff, DILF JOEL DILFFF, age gap (joel is 36 and reader is early 20s), smut smut, SMUT SMUTTT, dom!joel, softdom!joel(ugh i need so bad),sub!reader, hella praise kink, reader and joel are obessesed w each other tbh, secret crushing, body worship (reader reciving/ slight joel), pussy eating, possessive!joel, unprotected sex, p in v sex, hair pulling (j recieving), tommy is a teasing p.o.s 😭, no use of y/n, use of nicknames (sweetheart, darlin, and sweet girl).

you stepped into the miller’s residence weekly to babysit his daughter Sarah, she was the sweetest teen girl. she reminded you a bit of yourself when you were her age which was probably the cause of the instant connection.

you had been baby-sitting for almost 8 months now, leading to getting closer to Joel; Sarah’s dad.

Joel was more than a hunk of a man, he towered over you even with your heeled mary-janes at times, his broad build engulfing all his clothing making him look like a slutty construction worker with his roughed up baggy-blue jeans thats sinched around his waist perfectly.

you would be lying if you wouldn’t oogle the man while his attention was pulled onto something else. you would watch the way he talked so sweetly to Sarah, yet when it came to a phone call, his neighbor, a stranger or his brother, Tommy that would occasionally stop by.

Joel would have this assertive and unruly tone underneath that thick southern accent. he was a man that paid close attention in his life which is why he has allowed you to take care of his daughter with so much trust.

you would never know it but Joel cherished you and the things you do.

Joel would show it in very discreet ways, today was a prime a example.

“m’havin a famiy cookout later t’night, why don’t you head on home to rest, so you can come back to enjoy with us.” Joel invitied you with ease as you began to grab your belongings from his coat-rack near his front door.

you grabbed your purse, walking towards the sound of his voice which was right around the corner. Joel was standing in his wide living room.

“it would be more than my pleasure. thank you for everything again. im always very appreciative for sarah and you” you thanked him sweetly, eyes meeting his.

he stood next to his large bookcase that had an assortment of different books, personal objects, some cds/dvds, and his vinyls.

joel picked up a vinyl, sliding out of the slot in the shelving of his bookcase, pulling it out of the envelope, and placing it on the record player.

yet another instance, where you accidentally ogle him.

“the real thank you should be t’ya. im adjustin’ to single parentin’ and ya’ been very accommodatin’, thank you.”

your kind demeanor was the sweetner to his coffee.

you were now home, getting dressed to return to the Miller’s residence.

usually when you’re babysitting, you dressed lazily. you would put on a random shirt and jeans or sweats.

you wanted to cleanup a bit more, knowing it wasnt just going to be you and sarah most of the day; Joel would be there.

you threw on this cute blue floral sundress that was mid-length, it stopped right below your cross necklace.

you finished up by pairing it with white frilly socks with mid-heeled black flats.

you didn’t put much makeup on, only putting the basics before doing any last touch-ups and grabbing your black mini-purse.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

once you arrived, opening the gate and greeting a few of the people that were sitting on the porch before entering through the front door.

the sound of chatter got louder as you walked through his home. you turned around to the corner and his living room was empty but his kitchen was cluttered with different food and grill necessities.

you thought to yourself how they must be outside, you began to walk farther into his home till the back where the sliding door to his backyard was.

you began to slide the door open “oh my!! you came!” sarah squealed out of excitement, she came from restroom door next to the side of his sliding door.

you immediately engulfed the excited girl that ran into your arms “i wouldn’t miss it for the world, girl!” you exclaim while smiling.

“c’mon! my dad is outside grilling!” sarah spoke excitedly. she grabbed your hand as you opened the door and walked outside together.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

“d’ya invite that sweet babysitter of yours?” Tommy asks joel while seasoning the steak “i did, i hope she comes-you know, for sarah and all” Joel tries to play off with his words.

“oh my brother fancy’s someone, i see” Tommy chuckles out, putting his beer bottle up in the air slightly.

“i do not fuckin’fancy that young lady. she’s gone above and beyond for my daughter and i just wanted her to feel welcome” Joel explains himself, his tone laced with angry yet getting his explaination a across a bit hastily. Tommy’s eyebrow quirks.

“don’t say nothin’ else” Joel utters out in a stern tone, grabbing his cold corona as Tommy puts his hands up in defence.

Tommy turned his head, not the best decision as it made his amusement grow fonder. he turns back to Joel.

“well, ya’look at that brother” Tommy slys out, throwing a wink at his older brother before making his way back to his wife Maria.

It was you and sarah approaching, Joel actually choked on his sip of beer.

you were beautiful, Joel wasn’t an oblivious man.

Joel, himself even thought it was impressive how easily you cleaned yourself up by just some jeans and sweatshirt; at times just a shirt.

tonight was different, very different.

Joel finally has seen you outside of your different hoodies and pants.

he couldn’t begin to comprehend as you and sarah got closer and closer “Dad! she made it” sarah calls him out in excitement.

you finally approached him next to his griller which caused him to immediately snap out of his gaze.

Joel gave you his hand to shake “thank you so much for having me” you thank him, sweetly accepting as you began to shake pulling you in for a soft side hug.

you were right beside him, feeling the heat of the fire from the grill on both of you.

in Joel’s eyes, up close, your beauty was now beyond otherworldly. your light blue sundress bringing out the color of your eyes, the way your hair fell on your shoulders, and your jewlery sparkiling the tone of your skin.

you looked so elegant, yet you still managed to keep it simple. your winged liner making you look more mature than just the light mascara you would rush onto your lashes before getting out of your car on babysitting days.

Joel couldn’t begin to wrap it around his mind how you could possibly look so pure yet you were a woman. a hard-working one at that.

he knew that. it was something that made him desire you which felt so wrong.

“anytime, ya deserve to be apart of the family-shit! ya’already are” Joel goes off a bit nervously after ogling you. you gave him a soft smile.

“did’ya need help with the grill?” you quickly perk in as the fire began to sizzle a tad bit louder than usual “ah shit!” Joel exclaims, flipping each of the steak.

“careful now, brother! dont burn ‘em!” Tommy calls out, laughing with a devious smirk as he approaches again with cooler in hand.

Joel grumbled something under his under his breath as he focused on the grill.

“nice to meet you, i’ve heard s’much about you! I’m Joel’s brother, Tommy.” the younger brother introduces himself.

you give him your hand to shake “It is nice to meet the uncle tommy” you joke out causing sarah to giggle with you.

Joel couldn’t begin to explain the beauty you carried within you.

he was sure that if a god made you, it was Hestia and Aphrodite.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

the evening was pleasantly spent by you getting to meet maria and her pregnant belly, congratulating her.

then once it was time to serve the dinner, you helped Joel and Tommy by moving the grilled food off of the grill.

this consisted of Tommy making jokes that had slight insinuating under-tones that you were too naive to pick up but laugh everytime Joel would punch Tommy’s shoulder roughly, not being playful at all.

you helped bring in the food as sarah set up the dining table. once everything was set up and everyone sat down to eat, Joel’s grilling being beyond splendid.

when dinner was over while everyone cleaned up, you went to use the restroom.

you finished using up the restroom which is how you were now in Joel’s living room.

you began to admire his large bookcase from where he stood earlier to invite you.

you skimmed through, your hands softly going over the objects as you observed his books, framed pictures, his collection of dvds, and then his vinyls.

you had a record player of your own, sometimes sarah would ask you to play bon jovi and tell you where the record was.

Joel had an impressive collection, ranging to every genre of music. he had some legends on vinyls like Bob Marley, Johnny Cash, Lionel Richie, and Madonna.

you immediately picked up the Madonna vinyl, it was her second album ‘Like a Virgin’.

you grew up with your mom adoring Madonna more than anything which explains your adoration for her music.

“I was in highschool when i first heard Madonna” a deep voice spoke through the room, behind you.

you automatically knew it was Joel, turning around still looking at the tracklist on the back of his vinyl “this is my favorite album besides Like a Prayer” you say as you walk up to him, smiling.

“you weren’t even born yet” Joel laughs out causing you to jokingly get offended.

“excuse me, i know my Madonna” you joke back, giving him a playful wink which he just gave you a slight chuckle too.

“she say she know she Madonna, ay?” he gives you a slight smile, opening up his record player before inserting the vinyl.

soon enough the record player began to ring a classic 80s pop beat through the room.

you automatically felt yourself slightly popping your leg with the beat and snapling your fingers slightly.

“go ahead, Mr.80s” you state smiling, inviting him to dance “oh no, i-don’t dance” Joel quirks out awkwardly, now standing nervous.

Joel admired your confidence and comfortabilty in your skin, you were so young and full of life while also being so sophisticated and methodical.

you grab Joels hands and began to playfully sway with him.

Oh, like a virgin

Touched for the very first time

Like a virgin

When your heart beats next to mine

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you sang the melodious lyrics under your breath. you felt your breath hitch as you locked eyes with joel, being in his grasp.

you could feel your body burn up in his strong hold, his heavy hand on the small of your waist.

your breath hitched causing your chest to push up against his chest. this felt so right, the way his hands held your body and each of your curves.

🫧

You're so fine, and you're mine

Make me strong, yeah, you make me bold

Oh, your love thawed out

Yeah, your love thawed out

What was scared and cold

Joel made you feel more than a woman, you were so polish and refined, yet so sophisticated and mature while all-looking ever so young and full of life.

he felt a bit of confidence which made him twirl you around, engulfing you into his embrace again with one arm; your back to his chest now.

you swore the sound of the song was slowly drowning out and now the sexual tension was ringing through the both of you.

you could feel his heartbeat thump against your back as his hands rubbed both sides of your waist to the rythem of your delicate sways.

you leaned your head back against his chest, his scent being the only thing on your mind.

you felt him begin to caress your hair with one hand as it left your waist.

“you’re s’beautiful, hope y’know that” Joel could blame it on his 5 beers but 5 beers wasn’t shit for Joel, he was very conscious of his choices.

the compliment sent shivers down your spine as you swore your knees grew limp momentarily.

you turned around, your thigh now inbetween one of his legs, chests pressed against each other, his hands gripping your hips now, and faces inches away from each other.

your lips were parted, you really were debating on kissing the beautiful hunk of a dad infront of you.

fuck it

just like that, within no time your lips were moving like you both had never kissed anyone before.

the song continuing to play as the both of you makeout in his living room while everyone was outside.

the way his hands ran through all of your body like he had never touched anyone, your lips pulling away to catch your breathe momentarily like you had never been kissed like that before.

Joel completely ravished you.

hell…now that he had you, he wasn’t gonna let go now.

“m’room darlin’” he mutters against your lips, before completely scooping you up bridal style. it caught you slightly off guard, gasping which made Joel smack your ass playfully.

“oh, aren’t you a gentleman?” you joke, your arms were wrapped around his neck.

“oh, don’t’cha worry sweetheart” Joel smirks out as you arrived to his room.

he laid you on his bed, going down with you while on top of you. he began to move his lips from kissing you to your neck, pulling down the small straps that held your dress.

each kiss that Joel placed on your body felt like a burning sensation, making your insides erupt with giddiness.

you felt like this was your first time all over again. your mind was racing, heart was nervous, and body was clamy.

and it was all because of Joel.

you weren’t sexually active at all recently, you were so busy with work, about to graduate with your masters, and even babysitting sarah; spending more time at the Millers than on dates.

you did go out but lord were the guys of this generation a bunch of sluts.

“what’s on your mind? am i doin’ somethin’ wrong?” Joel’s rushes out accidentally, not wanting to sound nervous but he did.

you weren’t only one feeling like a bad teenager doing this for the first time.

Joel smelled your perfume and that was all it took to get his mind racing. he couldn’t begin to fathom how he finally got to have you.

the way his big frame craddled yours sent him into overdrive, his heart going a million miles per minute as he tries to figure out where to even begin.

for you, it might’ve been a year but for him, it was almost like ages with the years he’s gone.

all Joel’s mind could do was think of all the things he could do to you.

“Joel-hmph” you couldnt help but whine out as his hands massaged closer and closer to your arousal.

“there there sweet girl, you ever been with a man?” Joel asks, lifting your dress up, exposing your angelic white panties.

Joel was damned forsure for the filthy thoughts you provoked out of him.

“n-no, i have never—they were idiots.” you felt so small under him, feeling overwhelmed like it was your first time all again.

at this point, you could’ve considered yourself a virgin with how Joel had you and how much of a man he was.

“you ain’t gon’go lookin’ f’someone to take care of that pretty lil’mind, not after im done with’ya.” Joel claims to you.

you believe every single word laced in his southern accent; making your cunt pulsate wantingly.

“is that what you want to do, Joel? take care of me?” you ask him, lifting your leg to spread yourself open more as you wrap it around his lower waist; basically resting on his thick thigh.

the way you looked at him through your lashes, batting them softly. it was a genuine question, laced with purity and hope.

“if you’ll allow me too-” Joel began, pulling down your panties. you expected him to unbuckle his belt next but no; he got on his knees.

your chest weighed up and down heavily, each of his touch making your body hot.

“it’s my only wish for taking care of me and sarah” Joel finishes before hooking both of your legs up onto his shoulders, his tongue wasting no time.

you didn’t even get a chance to respond, a moan erupting out of you being the only thing.

the way he ate your pussy like he didn’t just eat a whole meal downstairs had your back already arching.

Joel’s tongue swiped along all of your cunt, fucking your sweethole “jesus, ya’taste fuckin’ delicious” Joel mumbles against your pussy as his tongue quickens all along your juiced cunt.

“ahmph!” your shriek sounding like music to his ears, if he didnt have his family downstairs, he’d have you screaming.

“quiet fa’me, doll” he says, taking a hand to cover your mouth as before diving back in.

joel’s tongue fucks into your hole this time causing you to let out a muffled moan against his big hand.

the way that man was eating your pussy, tainting your pussy with his spit, marking it all as his drove you insane. there wasnt nothing this man couldn’t do.

“god! j-joel!” you muffle out, your hands go to his roughed up brown hair, pulling on it causing him to groan into your dripping pussy.

you felt yourself getting closer and closer, your pussyhole squeezing around the tip of his tongue.

“this pussy s’perfect- s’all fuckin’ mine.” Joel spits out once he pulled away from your pussy, denying you of your orgasm.

your mouth was agape in pleasure but then quickly falling into a pout “don’t worry darlin’, my baby will cum…on my dick” Joel’s voice is sweet like honey now as he leaned down to connect your lips together.

you taste yourself on his lips, mixture of his spit along his lips causing you to moan at the mix of both of your filth fogging your mind.

the way both of your lips moved in sync perfectly was beyond intoxicating for joel. he swore he could get addicted to just at the look of you but at this point, both of your lips had him drunk.

he had shimmied and kicked off his pants while making-out with you. he was completely taking over you once again, your body turning small under his big one.

“are you ready, sweetheart?” joel asks delicately, pulling away from your lips to look at your eyes.

you told him yes, leaning up to take his shirt off which he happily obliged.

you had only seen his toned arms but it was obvious he had a strong build. he might’ve not had a six-pack but lord were his muscles chiseled like a greek god.

“you gon’ drool over an old man?” joel utters out, his hand going in to caress your hair.

“oh baby, you’re beyond fine wine.” you whisper. your forehead’s connected, lips away from kissing, and looking him deep in his chocolate eyes.

Joel could feel his breath hitch at what you said, you already had him wrapped around your finger as he worshipped you.

Joel thrusted himself into you, he couldn’t even fucking believe how tight you were.

“jesus- god, this pussy s-ah fuck!” joel’s groan was almost animalistic as your mouth fell as if you wanted to scream but nothing came out.

Joel’s cock was a size you’ve never had before, it didnt hurt but oh, did it stretch.

“s’big-oh my!” you moan out loudly, eyes rolling back at the feeling of him delectably stretching your pussy out.

“you got it baby, you got it” he praises you although he was too busy trying not too pass-out because of your cunt.

after a small moment of adjusting for the both of you, he began to thrust into you at a slow pace.

you arch into him as your whimpers and soft moans turn slowly work their way up to louder and heavier moans.

joel worked himself into you, his mind not being able to get enough of all of you. he still had to process that he really had a young beautiful woman with the heart of a home in his bed.

joel completely held your body with one hand, eventually putting a hand over your mouth again once his sweet thrusts turned into pounds.

your body shaking against his with each of his rough and hard thrusts, fucking your name out of your mind and replacing it wirh his.

your muffled little cries of his name “Joel! joel-ah! j-j! j-joel!” sounding like a sweet lullaby to him. he couldn’t help but smirk at your teary eyed-self.

you werent even worried about ruining that pretty liner of yours as he fucked into you.

“shh my baby, you’re taking me so well” joel coos out, caressing you hair before leaning down to plant kisses and suck on your chest.

your hands grip his bed sheets as your body begins to shake in pure sensual bliss that joel brought you, making your mind fog up as the build up of your orgasm is almost virginal.

“ya’look so beautiful like this-” praises left joel’s lips left and right, loving and indulging in every single one of his praises as he fucked you to your orgasm so sickeningly good; leaving the both of you intoxicated.

“you was made fa’me, not no one else.” Joel’s eyes were shut now, completely lost in the pleasure you were giving him.

it was almost like a prayer, a hopeful chant, almost a possessive plead.

joel had wanted you just as much as you wanted him “yes! god yes! m’close! it’s y-yours! all yours!” your pleasure-filled babbles as your mind gets drunk of joels cock and overwhelming orgasm.

“let go, darlin’ ” Joel works you through your orgasm, hips going from pistoling into you to the delicate pace he started off with.

your entire body shook as both of your sweaty hot bodies embraced each other through both of your orgasms.

the room filled with heavy pants and moans as his hand left your mouth and began to massage your hair.

you both held each other, not wanting to let go of each other.

“i understand what madonna meant by ‘like a virgin’ now” you giggle out causing a playfully scoff to come from him.

“alright alright, we need t’get dressed and head back down. would ya’ want to stop by tomorrow after i drop sarah off at school?” joel asks, his chocolate eyes now ridden of lust and replaced with soft hope.

you were about to tell him yes but another voice spoke before you.

“are you fucking done?! fuck! i can’t keep stalling Sarah and Maria!” it was Tommy.

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electric-demons-in-love · 2 months

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Random Vox, Valentino and Velvette headcanons (part 3):

-Velvette really likes Avril Levine and early-2000s pop punk music in general. She’ll often be blasting it out loud in her fashion studio. In terms of more modern artists I feel like she’d enjoy Scene Queen.

-As much as he loves taking Val on extravagant dates to expensive restaurants, Vox’s favourite dates involve seeing a movie then getting food at a 50s-style diner afterward.

-Vox tries to be romantic and cute by sharing a milkshake with him but Val, being his gross self, always sticks his tongue in it to lewdly lick up the cream.

-Valentino enjoys watching talent competitions on TV (like the hell equivalent of Dancing On Ice, the X factor, etc), though mostly because he’s a judgmental bitch and likes to rip into the competitors. Vox actually got him to be a guest judge on a show once and every week he made someone cry (Vox didn’t care because the ratings skyrocketed whenever Val got involved).

-Val doesn’t like horror movies. He doesn’t mind gore but suspense and spooky stories get under his skin. He will watch them though if Vox agrees to let Val cuddle up to him. In comparison Velvette is a horror freak and cheers whenever someone dies gruesomely.

-Honestly before episode four I thought that Velvette’s Love Potion was a perfume. Obviously it isn’t, but I imagine Velvette and Valentino do have their own perfume line.

-Vox has his own energy drink brand called Vroom.

-Whenever Val gets flustered he pulls his hat down over his face. It happens very rarely but when it does Vox will mercilessly tease him about it.

-Vox can’t walk in heels, no matter how much Val and Velvette try to coach him. He will literally trip all over the place. To make up for it Velvette made him a special pair of platform boots.

-Velvette has a private folder on her phone full of unflattering photos of Vox and Val. She often threatens to make them public to blackmail the pair into getting what she wants.

-Vox can play electric guitar. It helps him relieve stress.

-When Val is pissed at Velvette he’ll do extremely petty things such as steal her makeup or doodle over her fashion sketches.

-Val once tried to be romantic by flying Vox over pentagram city using his wings. It was going great until Vox got violently air sick and puked all over Val’s clothes.

-Valentino has a massive collection of vintage porn magazines. They’re displayed on a bookcase in his penthouse and carefully organised. He’s very proud of his collection and will brag about it to anyone who will listen.

-They somehow got their hands on an Asmodeus Crystal and use it for earth trips, complete with human disguises. They don’t go often and when they do it’s only for a short amount of time to not arouse suspicion, so the trips are very special.

-The first time Vox saw Valentino’s human disguise he almost came on the spot.

-One trip involved them visiting Sea World. Vox had the time of his life looking at all the marine animals, Val and Vel had never seen him so genuinely happy as he was that day.

-Every time they go to earth they bring home a souvenir related to what they did. Vox’s favourite is a stuffed shark from the Sea World trip that he keeps in his bedroom, Valentino’s favourite is a tacky necklace Vox won him in an arcade (he often wears it hidden under his coat) and Velvette’s favourite is a collection of photo booth Polaroids they took together.

Part 1 Part 2

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel vox #staticmoth #Vox #Valentino #Velvette #headcanons #three vees

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multifandomxreader · 1 year

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I come to your aid, my dear writer!

an idea would be an adhd!gn!reader that always manages to survive, but no one understands how.

they get distracted easily, can't concentrate for too long when someone is explaining the plan, and start wandering off to explore, etc.

everyone think they survive only thanks to the rest of the group

but chishiya is the only one who sees the truth (reader finds important clues at early stages of the game while wandering off, they try to explain what they believe is the right answer (normally being the right answer) but no one manages to understand what they mean because reader doesn't explain their full thought process or forgets to add context, asking simple questions out of curiosity and sometimes helping the group realise stuff, their previous fixations on random hobbies being useful, etc)

also, the reader is usually calm and unbothered about the situation, always in a good mood

people underestimate them a lot

gn reader with adhd x Alice In Borderland

It was time to play another game, you had only two days left on your visa which left you with no other choice. Hatter teamed you up with Kuina and Chishiya, something that made you feel safer. You drove to the location of your assigned game, a mansion in the Aoyama area, one of the wealthiest in Tokyo. You enter the entrance hall and each grab a phone off the table. In the room are two other players waiting for the game to start. A man fitting the aesthetic of the area, wearing an expensive watch and an even more expensive-looking suit is tapping his foot impatiently on the marble floor. And a posh older woman who could easily be your grandmother, fidgeting with her pearl necklace.

Chishiya immediately starts analyzing the people and the room while Kuina greets the other players. The registration closes and an arrow appears pointing to an opening door, everyone hurries inside and the door closes behind you. On your phones appear the ace of clubs and a voice starts explaining the rules. “Game: escape room. Find clues and get out of the room in time.” You laugh “An ace? We’re definitely gonna ace this” you look at your friends to see if they got your joke, Chishiya rolls his eyes while Kuina snorts. They got used to your humor by now but you never skip the opportunity to make a cheesy joke to lighten the mood.

“Thirty minutes left.” You look up at Chishiya as he begins speaking: “Okay, the room is big so let’s split up to cover the ground faster. Share everything…” You look around the room as your attention is pulled to a big bookcase. You tilt your head to read the titles. “I loved this book, ooh, Kuina you will really like this one!” “... and lastly we need a code to open that door.” Chishiya ends his little instruction talk. Everyone splits up to look for clues, the room is basically a large living room. Decorated with lavish couches and baroque art. After scanning the shelf with books you notice an aquarium with a small turtle. You smile as you watch it move, becoming hypnotized by the cute animal.

Meanwhile, the others were searching frantically for the key that would open a box. You got taken out of your trance when someone yanked you backward. “Search the fucking key you idiot” the posh asshole swears as he grips the front of your shirt. Immediately Chishiya and Kuina come to your aid. “Look violence isn’t gonna solve this game, so leave him alone” Kuina speaks. The guy lets go of you and points at the box, “We need a key to open it, search for it.“ You take it from Chishiya’s hands and examine it. It’s a wooden box, decorated with flowers, one flower stands out, a carnation. “Hey, Kuina did you know that a green carnation used to be a symbol to show that you were queer. It was popularized by…” You rush to the bookshelf as the others stand in confusion, your fingers trace the names of authors until you find the one you’re looking for: Oscar Wilde. You take it off the shelf and read the title. “The Picture Of Dorian Gray” you exclaim “I loved this book! The way Wilde portrays the dark side of humanity…” “Y/N!” Kuina signals. “Oops sorry. Does anyone have a knife?” “I do” the old woman proclaims while waving her purse in the air. She pulls the knife out of it but hesitates to hand it over. “What are you going to…” Chishiya snatches it from her before she’s able to finish her sentence. “Just trust them.”

He gives you the knife and you walk determined towards the portrait hanging above the fireplace and slash it. Behind the canvas a key appears, you grab it and toss it at Kuina who opens the box. “Ten minutes left.” The box contains a riddle that gets rapidly solved by Chishiya, the riddle leads to another clue. It keeps on going like this and it looks like you were almost there. You slowly gravitate back to the turtle.

“Five minutes left” the voice chimes. Behind you, the others cheer because they found the final code. You join them as Chishiya types it in. The door opens but you were met with another one. A sorrowful sigh left the older lady and the man punches the wall. The door was beautiful, so would have been escaping but you could just as well admire the craftwork that went into making the door. Beautiful curves, leaves, a turtle. A turtle. “One minute left.” You reach for the wooden turtle and start pushing it. It moved. You copy the unusual trail of the actual turtle, which had made you so interested in it in the first place: a triangle.

The door opens and everyone leaps through just in time before the floor collapses. You look at your friends in shock before grinning widely. “I fucking love you y/n” Kuina sighs as she pulls you into a hug, Chishiya pats your back “Well done.”

notes: I hope you enjoyed it! it was fun writing a reader with adhd and putting some of my own special interests in it ;) (queer history)

#alice in borderland x gn reader #gn reader #aib x gn reader #alice in borderland #alice in borderland x reader #kuina x reader #kuina x gn reader #chishiya x reader #chishiya x gn reader #adhd #aib #aib x reader

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forasecondtherewedwon · 5 months

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Long Leaving

Fandom: The Artful Dodger Pairing: Lady Belle Fox/Dr. Jack Dawkins Rating: M Word Count: 1618

Summary: For Belle, studying the human body usually comes before intoxication, so this is new.

Once, Belle and Fanny hosted a tea party for their porcelain dolls. It was hardly Belle’s idea, but a necessary concession after her game of diagnosing those same dolls with dreadful diseases was not a success.

“Oh dear,” Belle trilled. “I fear Miss Abigail is afflicted with cirrhosis of the liver.”

“She is not,” Fanny protested, her skirts rustling against the carpet as she scooted closer in a protective fashion, frantically petting the patient’s chestnut hair.

“She is too. I don’t at all like her colour.”

Fanny’s chin wobbled.

“It’s called ‘jaundice,’” Belle offered helpfully, prepared to magnanimously distribute her medical knowledge. “J-A-U—”

It was then that Fanny released an ungodly wail and attempted to stumble to her feet, doubtlessly bound for their mother. Belle grabbed at her, shushed her, and made her negotiation: she would engage in Fanny’s preferred game of tea party for a full twenty minutes.

“Twenty-five,” Fanny sniffled wetly.

Belle rolled her eyes but patted her sister’s shoulder, surrendering. Fanny recovered rapidly, dropping happily to the floor so that her dress puffed like a round loaf of bread and gathering the dolls Belle had placed in quarantine (cholera) back into the center of their play space.

Belle hesitated.

Fanny usually went to Mother to request the tea, which would be delivered by a maid once cool. If Belle went to her for the favour of tea-party libations, she would raise Mother’s suspicions in an instant, never mind that she did not have the patience to wait for the tea to cool. They could make-believe the tea, but goodness, Belle needed some measure of realism. She pinched her chin in thought, then brightened.

“Just a moment,” she told her sister, striding from the room. She had spotted a bottle containing a liquid of strikingly tea-like hue only yesterday evening sitting atop Father’s desk.

And that was how, sipping from doll-sized China cups painted with pale violets, Belle got herself and her five-year-old sister tumble-down drunk on cognac.

This, now, exceeds that, then.

Lightheaded, overwarm, and unbalanced, Belle may be seriously intoxicated. Which is silly, she thinks, hand slipping between Jack’s vest and his shirt, so silly, when she had no more than a swallow from his tankard. The rest comes from the taste of his tongue. She steps on his boot trying to get her foot back into her slipper without severing the kiss and he huffs a laugh across her lips.

“How did you get here?” he inquires, sweeping loose curls behind her ear.

“Carriage,” Belle exhales, and grips Jack’s chin, tilting it to bring his mouth back to hers.

He lets her kiss him, clearly amused, but when her fingers part the front of his shirt and stroke a sliver of his chest, he drags her nearer by her cloak and clutches at her waist.

“You’re not wearing a—” he mumbles against her lips.

“Corset,” she finishes. “No.”

And it isn’t the first time, because there was the time in her father’s office—Jack eating soup, Belle at the bookcase—and of course, the time he examined her in her bedroom, cold stethoscope trailing under her camisole. But he wasn’t touching her like this then. He hasn’t touched her like this ever, like he needs her, like there are things that he wants to take for his own and not all of them are ruby necklaces.

She can feel the heat of his hand through her shift, feel it twitch higher. She can feel the stiffness in his trousers and see his throat bob when she adds in explanation, “I came straight here from my bedroom.” Her eyes dart between his.

“And it’s probably best,” Jack says slowly, angling her away, “that we get you back there.”

His nod is loose and heavy and she wants to shake his head from side to side instead. But she has him pressed against a wall on a street corner peered into by warm-lighted tavern windows, and Jack is drunk, and Belle is dressed for bed.

“That we get me back there so…?” she tries.

“So you can sleep.”

“Sleep.”

“Sleep,” he confirms.

Belle steps back, sliding her hands down his forearms.

“The only problem is,” she says, “I don’t have a carriage now.”

“Ah. Well… we’ll walk?” Jack glances down at her feet before raising skeptical eyes to hers. She lifts her chin defensively.

“I’m perfectly capable.”

“Good,” he says, pushing off from the wall and reaching for her shoulder as he staggers, “because you might have to keep me on my feet as well. Let’s go.”

Jack raises the hood on her cloak before they depart, looking awkward as he reasons that she won’t want to be seen with him, more awkward after she vehemently argues that she isn’t ashamed to be seen with him and he has to clarify that, walking the streets with a disheveled man after dark, she could be taken for a different kind of woman. Belle’s cheeks feel solar, but not from the modesty he probably assumes as they leave the corner. She’s imagining she is that other self who Jack describes, accompanying him on a walk they would both acknowledge at the outset leads to her bed. She peeks around her hood at him and his gaze, already on her, melts into hers.

They cut through untamed copses and the loops of Jack’s undone scarf catch in a tree. They wade through lush lowlands, Belle’s slippers in her hands, and the long grasses brush against them like water. For a stretch, they don’t speak, and the birds of late evening make their wild calls.

Though her feet are tired and dirty, the sight of her family’s estate is a disappointment. Jack and Belle pause in the shadows at the edge of the property. Standing at her side with his hands in his pockets, he drops his head onto his shoulder and looks at her with eyebrows raised. He’s still a bit drunk.

“Big house,” he observes.

“Estate.”

“Who d’you think lives here?” He’s teasing her, but Belle feels the tug of a wry smile on her face.

“Oh, no one very interesting.”

Jack frowns.

“Don’t say that. You could be the future sister-in-law of the esteemed Dr. Sneed.”

Belle gasps and gives his arm a shove.

“The spinster sister-in-law of Dr. Sneed if you behave like that!” he amends.

“You would have me with behaviour worse than this,” she counters.

They hold each other’s eyes in the dim dark blue, language brought up short as they realize what’s been said. They won’t speak of this conversation the next time they meet. Jack gives her a small smile and Belle’s heart thumps endlessly, endlessly.

They creep for the house—estate—like, well, thieves in the night. His hand is snug around hers until she lets him go ahead of her up the stairs he’s scaled before. He opens the glass door for her with a gallant incline of his head and she steps through into her bedroom where no candles burn without her. The space is flocked with darkness and suddenly Jack is very close, and they are very much alone. It’s different from being alone outside, with witnesses or possible ones. Here are her books, her beakers, her bed. Here is Jack’s throat that she traced with her fingertips. Here is his hair falling down on his forehead, begging for her to brush it back. Belle swallows. Her hands go to the ribbon fastening her cloak.

“Please don’t.” Even Jack’s whisper is loud when they haven’t spoken. Not in words. His hand covers hers.

“Tell me why not,” Belle demands, just as soft.

His gaze descends to her hand on the ribbon, lower, up to her face. His expression opens like a sunrise, inevitable and warm, utter helplessness in his eyes.

“Because I won’t be able to leave.”

He wants her mercy, but with Jack’s confession, Belle moves into him, cupping his cheek and resting hers on his chest, eyes shut. She can smell the tavern on him, but also the night. How would he smell out of these clothes? If too much desperation can be tender, this is—she can feel his tension even as he holds her to him in return.

“Leave,” she murmurs into his shirt.

“Glad to,” he lies.

His fingers skim up the back of her neck. Goosebumps. She shudders in his arms and for a second, a second, she reads in his body the instinct to jerk her towards him. It’s the deep breath he takes that promises sudden action, but he releases it and they shift apart.

Jack swaggers backwards with his hands in his pockets, wearing a pleased smirk until he collides with her desk. She winces as much at the noise of her equipment rattling as at the way he reaches back to rub his buttocks.

He frowns down at the surface of the offending desk and taps the drawing Belle has yet to relocate. The one with the… trees.

“That,” he announces authoritatively, tapping the page again for emphasis, “is a member.”

Well, yes, Belle would agree. I don’t only read the medical texts; I look at the pictures, just like you.

But Jack’s final pronouncement seems meant to be unreturnable as he makes his stately exit. A flourish of his hand, nearly nimble on his feet until he catches one on the threshold and trips out the door. Belle waits a moment to perform a self-assessment. Yes, the urge to mash her mouth against his until her lungs are empty of oxygen is still there. Hopeless. She rushes forward to bring him back inside. He can sleep in her chair and leave at first light.

#my writing #The Artful Dodger #The Artful Dodger spoilers #Dr. Jack Dawkins #Lady Belle Fox #Lady Fanny Fox #Jack x Belle #The Artful Dodger fic #dodgerfox fic

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larcenywrites · 1 year

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hcs for tony wanting to ask you to marry him ❤️❤️ fem!reader

aaah yes 🥹 This one also became a little more than something so simple 💛

To Have You Forever

Warnings: nothing really except she/her pronouns and like one mild sexual reference

He never really found value in marriage. It was just something religious people did, or for people that seem to think a pretty piece of metal and a kiss somehow made a relationship more important. He gets you tons of pretty metals! Hell, he has one in his chest and flies around in it! He kisses you every day- he’s done it in 16 different countries! If that was all it took, then no wonder you were so smitten with him. Besides, he was far to busy for lawyers, and paperwork, and planning, and surely you didn't want to deal with all of that either, right? You seemed just as happy and relaxed that all of that wasn't taking up your time.

Every Christmas he raises an eyebrow at all those silly ads, one after another. You look at him just like that, and he's never proposed! And every Valentine's Day he has to politely decline his usual jeweler when he tries to direct him to that certain case. And sometimes when he sees that old wedding picture of his parents sitting on the bookcase in the living room, he can practically hear his mom pushing him. And the longer he looks, the more he wishes she were around to do just that. To maybe even help him understand.

Is it a reassurance? Sure, he used to think you'd eventually leave him- and he wouldn't even blame you if you did. But he knows better now. He knows as a fact you're with him until the end, and he doesn't need a paper with a ring when your voice wakes him up in the morning and your hand flies to his arm when you get startled.

Symbolic? Well, sure. Isn't that the whole point? Just a more tangible form of love, or whatever. But he doesn't need that either. Not when you hide silly little love letters in the form of sticky notes in his suitcase, and let him put on which necklace he thinks you should wear tonight because he's bought you far too many for you to decide, and that's all you'll be wearing for him later...

Surely not just for the legal benefits, right? What more could make your life any easier? Honestly, it might make things more complicated! Besides, you aren't here to make sure you can get all or half of everything he owns because you kind of already have that. Next!

He sighs. What else is there? Fun? To play dress up? That's like every other weekend. Couldn't be commitment. You already have that! How could there be more? You know he’s with you 100%, and god, if there is one, knows that you definitely prove it every day. But that's what finally sticks out to him. No, not the meaning of the word commitment, but your commitment. You’ve stuck around through a lot, huh? He wasn’t always the best during all of it, and yet here you were. Always there to hold him steady after a nightmare, always there to patch him up when he got home. You were still there even when he basically ignored you for days on end and still there even when he was being difficult for no reason. Even when the fridge was full of leftovers and even when he promised to be home days ago.

And for what? To be left alone when you needed him most? To be snapped at when he was in the middle of programming something that he's already fucked up three times and you've accidentally just made it four? To have something to new to worry about just about every week, or for him to start an argument over it even though he knows you're coming from a good place?

For him to be answering all these questions for you?

He's never asked you if you know he loves you, or if you feel like he could show it better than with expensive things and those occasional three words. He's never asked you if those Christmas ads seem just as cheesy to you. He's never asked you if ever wanted marriage. He's never asked you if you wanted kids. So not only have you stuck around through all of his bullshit, but he's never even asked you the important stuff that usually comes with a relationship. And you're still here, with I love you's and soft smiles, with warm baths and kisses. So devoted to a lost cause like him.

What does he even call you? Everyone just sort of knows who you are.

The more he's thinking down this path, the worse he feels. You do everything right to make him feel like he's at home forever, and he-

Suddenly, when he looks over at you sleeping next to him, like you always do, something finally clicks. Something he can’t quite explain but somehow it makes sense. Forever. A dreaded word in many contexts, but he's been living with it for... what feels like forever now. And the thought excites him. Because while you change out those necklaces every time, sometimes don’t even wear one at all, that ring would always be a part of your outfit. He’ll get to call you his forever every time he introduces you as his wife, and he’ll get to be your forever, too. He’ll get to read from a creased little list all the forevers he’s always been to shy to say out loud, but somehow he feels giddy about it knowing that you’ll be just as shy to tell him what he already knows. No matter what happens he won’t -he can’t- leave you behind, and you won’t leave him. And if… he does have to leave you behind, no one can take anything away from you.

He doesn’t know if he deserves it, but you seem to think he does. Why else would you have loved him for this long? You definitely deserve it. To know your love wasn’t wasted, and to know it will always be cherished. To be promised that. He can promise you all of this. Everything!

His too logical brain fights back as always. You already know it’s forever! You’ll still wake up by his side in five years just as you did yesterday. Nothing really changes but your last name. For once, though, his heart wins. He wants to see you walk towards him in one of those long white dresses, to giggle with him in some honeymoon suite on the other side of the world. To have a new reason to keep leaving him notes, and have something more meaningful to anxiously thumb at when he hasn’t called you back.

It’s funny. He never really thought about it, but suddenly (Y/N) Stark has a nice ring to it. He was the only Stark for so long so… well, maybe you wouldn’t mind helping him make more.

Now that his emotions are all over the place, he can’t go back to sleep. He’s planning it all out now! Right when that clock hits 10am he’s on the hunt at his usual haunt, his usual jeweler excited to show off the most popular engagement rings-

Most popular? That just means everyone has one. Your love is far too unique for that. But he can see why the least popular is what it is. Custom? That sounds romantic! Actually it seems harder with all these cuts, and stones, and bands… he’s no jeweler! How should he know? This is going to be harder than he thought.

He’s looking everywhere. Online, LA, New York, Paris. Nothing feels right, but you’d probably take anything, honestly, but he doesn’t want just anything for you, he wants perfect! If you comment on the way something looks while you’re out, he’s taking careful note of what sort of designs you like, but it seems all over the place, or there’s not anything that matches quite right. Maybe he could just take you to go look but that defeats the purpose in a way.

It’s not until he’s in a half destroyed little local shop in Austria- not even sure what town he’s in or if it’s even Austria. It’s not flashy, or big, or particularly stunning in terms of diamond engagement rings, but something about it keeps drawing his eyes back to it. Something about that diamond’s teardrop shape, how that braided band nestled around it so delicately. Or maybe his brain just subconsciously bound to it when it landed in front of his face after getting thrown into the now shattered display case. Shinily sitting at the tip of his nose and surprisingly unbroken. He couldn’t have come up with a better metaphor if he tried!

Either way, he’s taking it home with him, only a little bloody but you won’t have to know that after a quick wash in the hotel room. He’s done it! He found the one! He can’t wait to show you, to tell you! It’s a random Thursday at 3pm and he probably looks like shit, but he’s busting through the door like it’s Christmas Day. You deserve better than his spontaneity, a pretty plan on your anniversary or a gift with a nice bow. But you’re his pretty plan, his future, a gift he’s about to put a bow on.

“Tony?!” You yelp when he picks you up in the middle of the kitchen, tightly wrapped around him when spins you around. He seats you on the marble countertop, uncontrollably smiling. You smile with him, confused but always happy to be along for his antics.

“Be my forever, (Y/N),” he proclaims, taking your hand.

“What?” You ask him with a small laugh, still confused but accepting the kiss he suddenly plants on your lips anyway.

“I know I’m bad at keeping promises,” he starts, pulling away. Your daze is finally broken when you feel something slipping around your finger. You can’t decide where to look, your grip on his shirt quivering. He can get used to the feeling of the cold metal touching his neck when your hand wraps around him. You’re already nodding into his chest before he even got the chance to finish.

“But would you let me keep this one?”

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark one shot #tony stark drabble #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark fic #tony stark headcanon #iron man #iron man x reader #iron man imagine #iron man drabble #iron man fanfiction #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel headcanons #tony stark x fem!reader #tony stark x female reader

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fendissxc · 9 months

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cured headcanons (+ general goth kids hcs)

tw: sh mentions

Henrietta went to the kindergarten with Pete, they're also classmates.

AroAce Gay Michael;

Bisexual Pete.

It wasn't hard to guess that Pete's into Michael. But once he came out as aromantic, Pete decided to hide it up. Pete, however, wasn't fully aware that "aromantic" stands for "lack of romantic attraction OR feeling much less of it". Therefore that's why Michael confessed first.

S09E07 Band AU

Pete plays bass; once he tried to teach Michael basic chords. He sat behind Michael and embraced him, instructing his fingers. However, Michael failed to learn anything, so he's just a vocalist. But Pete doesn't sing too good, too.

Early CuRed + Henriel

Before the confession, Henrietta and Michael used to be in a queerplatonic relationship. Pete and other thought they are actually in a romantic relationship before Michael came out of the closet. Meanwhile Henrietta was just encouraging Michael to confess by telling him stuff about Pete; what he likes etc.

Pete would make matching rings out of can pins for him and Michael, while Michael would make bead bracelets/necklaces for him with cute (and goth!) words to describe Pete or their relationship. They also would have matching necklaces with their blood in a little jar.

Pete is a self harm survivor. He used to cut himself due to his family problems; his mother left him, and his dad doesn't care about him, he's also an alcohol addict - that's also why he doesn't drink at all, he just smokes. The cuts aren't too deep, but sometimes he also keeps doing this in secret. After a longer while in a relationship with Michael, he confessed that he still harms himself sometimes. He expected Michael to laugh at him, but instead, he simply hugged and comforted Pete, telling him that he supports him.

Pete plays online chess and watches chess tournaments on YouTube. So randomly. He never admits it, though. It may be one of his special interests, because he's autistic.

Rooms headcanons:

- Pete:

Black walls painted by himself, total mess, a cheap PC station, many binders in the only bookcase, some torn goth posters on the walls. His room would be absolutely tiny, he wouldn't really have a bed - he uses a mattress instead. It's mostly pressed against the wall if it's not used, so it doesn't disturb him during his daily basis. Also many, maaany coffee mugs + his own little coffee station - electric kettle, two reusable mugs and a big bag of black coffee.

-Michael:

His room is pretty big, the top of his house is divided into two rooms - his own one and his parents'. He has that roof thingy and a bed under it, so he tends to hit his head on accident while waking up. The walls are basically wooden, his parents don't really let him paint them or just make his room too dark. Therefore, he usually has his only small window closed and obscured. He has few posters on the walls, a bigger wooden closet with a mirror on its door and some stickers on that mirror. He also has a bookcase with a whole collection of gothic themed books, he hasn't read half of them though. He has a shelf for music cds. He owns a laptop too. + a little corner that he usually covers up. It's a religious corner that his mother made him keep - basically a Buddha figure and some flowers on a table.

-Firkle:

Most sane room. Light, preppy and just conformist. However, Firkle tried to make it more goth by painting some goth quotes on the walls. Their mother punishes them later then when she sees it and has to wash it all off or paint the wall white again. They also have a light teal carpet, a mirror and a desk for their iPad. They collect roblox figures and invader zim merch.

Pete hates when his hair isn't styling well, and Michael loves ruffling his hair. Pete wants to kill and kiss him at the same time when he does that.

Michael and Pete hold hands in public and call people posers and conformists while doing this.

Michael would smell like a comfy washing powder and soap (before cigs), then Pete would smell like coffee and that one cheap shower gel for men (before cigs ofc).

Autistic Pete;

When Pete's having a hard time communicating and expressing his real feelings, Michael usually explains it to others talking in a professional language, sometimes also in glasses. However, other people don't really care about it.

Michael is a total cat person - he also has his own one, called Milo. Pete sometimes comes over just to see his cat, not Michael.

Pete works in Seven Eleven, so he has some of his own money he can spend in any way he wants to. He also spends some of it on small gifts for Michael.

Pete is chubby. He has some fat on his underbelly and thighs, which is one of his bigger insecurities. Michael, however, is anorexic. Michael doesn't care about Pete's appearance, he even likes it, but neither he does care about his own health and weight. Pete takes care of Michael and prepares him meals really often then. It's not the best cuisine, but it's still something!

Michael has a driving license and shares a car with his father.

For some reason, Michael is a big fan of cinnamon cookies, that's also why Pete often attempts to prepare these for him; the attempts aren't successfully most of the time.

Pete would enjoy metal music too, but wouldn't be a part of the community. He would just listen to it sometimes, not considering himself a fan.

While kissing, Pete is the loudest one - he never can get used to the feeling of something on his lips for longer than 5 seconds, that's why he usually gulps or moans (in a non sexual way ofc.)

Michael was the first person Pete has ever invited to come over, probably due to his housing conditions and the fact he lives in a trailer - he was just embarrassed.

#south park #goth kids #michael x pete #pete x michael #michael south park #pete south park #pete thelman #south park pete #spcured #sp cured

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gridgirldrabbles · 2 years

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Sweet Dreams

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Y/N

Words: 770

Warnings: nightmare

Pierre & a reader who is scared of the dark?

Like mabey her waking up from a nightmare and Jim completely knowing exactly what to do like it happens of ten and calming her down, or waking up in the dark and getting scared, same thing, something like that?

Him doing little things like putting her glasses on so that she can see clearly and has one less thing to stress about in her worried state, tensing up and then being held and completely enclosed in his arms, talking lowly and quietly or humming or slowly rocking to lull, encouraging by her to play with his necklace as he knows that calms her And overall just Pierre being a cute soft protective boyfriend

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You awoke from your sleep with a jolt, your heart racing and your eyes stinging. It took you a moment to feel like you could actually move your body again, but when you could you didn’t want to. All of your limbs remained in place, too frightened to move in case the nightmare you had been having continued. You could feel the wet tears leaving their trails down the side of your face, and you tried to stifle your increasing sobs as much as you could as to not disturb Pierre who was sleeping soundly beside you. When you felt safe enough you moved from your position, sitting on the edge of your bed as you tried to get your breath back and stop the tears from flowing.

Unfortunately, you were unsuccessful in your efforts to keep him asleep, and he began to stir beside you. His hand subconsciously reached out towards your side of the bed, searching for your warmth. When he didn’t find it he pried his eyes opening, blinking to adjust to the pitch-black room. He could make out your figure sat facing towards the window, and he could tell by the way your shoulders shook that you were crying.

‘Mon amour?’ His voice was raspy as it broke the near silence of your bedroom, making you jump slightly as you didn’t think you’d woken him up just yet.

You sniffled, hands quickly coming up to wipe your face as you turned towards him. ‘It’s okay baby, just go back to sleep.’

As much as you didn’t want to disturb him, knowing how important his sleep schedule was, there wasn’t a chance in hell that Pierre was going to go peacefully back to sleep when you were so upset next to him. He leant across the bed towards the nightstand where your glasses had been placed the night before. He picked them up and set them gently on to the bridge of your nose, thumbs wiping the stray tears that were still falling despite your best efforts to keep them at bay.

‘What’s wrong darling?’ Even in the darkness of the room you could see the concern plastered over his features, his eyebrows furrowed together and his lips downturned. His hand was tracing over your arm comfortingly, something he always did when you were upset, no matter the circumstances.

‘I’m being silly,’ you muttered with a shake of your head, ‘it was just a nightmare.’

Pierre outstretched his arms towards you, inviting you to cuddle up to him, placing your head on his chest where you could feel his steady heartbeat. You could feel yourself beginning to calm down almost immediately. If there was one place you felt safe, it was in your boyfriends arms.

‘You’re not being silly my love,’ he planted a kiss on the crown of your head, one arm wrapped around you while the other played gently with the ends of your hair, ‘nightmares can be scary. Do you want to talk about it?’

You shook your head, not quite ready to talk about it just yet. He whispered a soft okay before pressing soft kisses to your forehead. ‘Do you want me to read to you?’ A small smile graced your lips as you looked up towards his face, he knew how much listening to his voice calmed you down. It wasn’t uncommon for him to read to you when you were both lying in bed, sending you off into a blissful sleep.

‘That would be nice.’ With your agreement he slowly made his way over to the bookcase, limbs still heavy with sleep. You switched on the lap on his bedside table so he could read the covers properly. Once he made his pick he snuggled back under the covers, making sure you resumed your position on his chest. You couldn’t help but leave a trail of kisses over his chest once you saw he had picked your favourite book, one that you hadn’t read together for a while.

Pierre started from the beginning, his voice bringing the story to life as you felt the memories of the nightmare slip away. He hadn’t even made it ten pages in before your breathing became heavier and your eyes had closed, falling into a deep sleep on his chest. He folded down the corner of the page before placing it on his nightstand and switching the light off. His arms wrapped themselves tightly around your figure and he couldn’t help but smile at the happy noise you let out at the contact. His lips pressed softly against your forehead one last time, ‘Goodnight mon coeur, sweet dreams.’

#pg10 #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly oneshot #f1 imagine #f1 oneshot #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 oneshot #pierre gasly x reader #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader

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sky-drgn · 3 months

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The Old Book

Inspired by this post Little writings about a book Chev's private library Outside narrator Edited! Please let me know if I missed anything

In Chevalier's private library, there's an old battered book on the top shelf. The old book was the first romance book he had been gifted. It was a fairy tale of true love, written for parents to read to their children; for children to dream of finding their fairy tale when they're older.

The book was not read to Chevalier, he read the book himself.

The book had gotten damaged by his mother one afternoon. Chevalier had already read it, so he didn't mind that the book was damaged, not that he was happy about it either. However, there was nothing to be done, it was already damaged. He left the book with his mother and her personal maid - his younger brother's mother. He wasn't sure what happened to the book after that.

It wasn't until years later that he took note of the book on the highest shelf. Both his mother and his Clavis' mother had long since passed. The bookcase was long-filled, he did not need to look at the books up there anymore. Yet there it was his first romance book, battered and broken just as he remembered it.

Chevalier didn't open the book. He didn't even give it a second thought. Simply turning to another bookshelf to get the book he was in the middle of reading.

The old battered book would remain there untouched. The contents of the book changed since a young Chevalier last opened. If Chevalier knew if this or not, well, only he knew that.

The new contents? A necklace and a note. His mother's favorite necklace. The note was written by Clavis' mother. Addressed to both princes.

IkePri Master List

#i love the idea that Chev's library holds all kinds secrets about his past #ikemen chevalier #ikepri chevalier #ikemen prince #prince chevalier 🥰🥰🥰#sky writes ⛅

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thegothicalice · 1 year

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Spooky bookseller specializing in horror 📚

#ootd #bookcase necklace #roobylane #knee high boots #librarian looks

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peqchsoup · 2 years

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Taunting prompt 66 with Tangerine x Reader please? 👀

Thank you so much for this lovely, it was such a good way to get back into writing!

Tangerine x fem!Reader

CW: violence (the entire thing is a fight), slight non-con

Rated M: sexual nature but not graphic

You’re not fighting like you used to, what happened?

How you managed to run into the twins, you didn't know.

It was supposed to be a grab and run. That was it.

So when you turned up in an evening gown to New York's finest auction, you were surprised to see Idiot 1 and Idiot 2, better known as Lemon and Tangerine, dressed in tuxedos on the other side of the room.

Somehow, you felt like they were after the same diamond necklace as you. The diamond necklace worth over 200 million dollars. Which is why it wasn't a surprise when you reached the fire exit of the warehouse to leave, necklace tucked into your clutch, that Tangerine's hand pushed the door closed over your shoulder.

You closed your eyes and released a heavy sigh, turning round to be face to face with Porn Stache himself.

"Tangerine" You feigned excitement, "fancy seeing you here!"

With his hand still on the door that was now behind you, Tangerine leaned down until his face was only an inch away from yours. "Enough with the act, love. Where is it?"

"Whatever are you talking about?" Were his eyes always this blue?

"I know you 've got the diamond, so just hand it over and we won’t have all this carry-on, eh?" He did that smile where he squints and looks mildly uncomfortable.

You leaned forward, warm breath hitting his ear, "give me your worst."

You could've sworn you heard his breath hitch in his throat. There always seemed to be some kind of tension between you. The last time you saw him, you were on a train in Japan with some Russian girl known as The Prince as your target. You had seen Lemon through the carriage doors but thought it too coincidental for it to be him so brushed it off. That was until you ran into Tangerine in front of the bathroom and he started bagging on about some briefcase.

The two of you started fighting, Tangerine clearly on some kind of rampage and you trying to defend yourself. You wound up inside the bathroom, Tangerine pressing you against the sink with one of his hands holding your jaw, his other gripping the sink and both panting in each other's faces. You watched him as he licked his lips, looking down to yours and then back up. If his phone hadn't started ringing, you had a feeling you knew where it was heading. While a heavily-accented man spoke to Tangerine, you took the opportunity to slip out of the bathroom and hop off the train that was coming to a stop.

You were glad you had already taken down your target so you could find a hotel and take a cold shower, leaving Tangerine on the train.

But now, you were back in that same situation. Tangerine looking down at your lips again. You took a deep breath and brought your elbow up to his chin to catch him while he was off guard. You quickly ran to the opposite end of the room, reaching the door that would take you back to the auction hall. Giving it a hard pull, you realised it was locked.

"Did you actually think I was gonna make it that easy to get away? Soon as I came in, Lemon blocked the door, so only one of us is leaving with that diamond." He sauntered over to you, one hand in his pocket and the other gliding over his already slicked back hair.

You knew his hand in his pocket could only mean one thing: he was shuffling on his knuckle duster.

As soon as he threw that punch at you, you ducked and swept your leg out to hit him at the back of the knees. He lost his balance but didn't quite fall, so you didn't have enough time to reach around him and grab him from behind properly. Instead, your grip was loose and he grabbed your wrists, spinning round to push you back into a bookcase.

You groaned in pain and Tangerine's pants suddenly felt a lot tighter. But he carried on and he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with enough force that you dropped your clutch, the necklace clinking inside.

Tangerine smirked, "think I've found what I'm looking for."

"Come on, that was too easy."

You chuckled as Tangerine's smirk fell and was replaced by confusion. In seconds, you kicked him in the groin, which distracted him enough for you to pull your switchblade out from your boot. After a few swipes and Tangerine defending himself, he was lying on his back with you straddling his hips, knife mere centimetres away from his face.

"You're not fighting like you used to, Tangerine. What happened?" You pouted as you taunted the man lying beneath you.

But you got too carried away and in seconds, your knife was across the room. Tangerine's hands found their way to your waist and ground you down on top of his hardening bulge. The moan that came from your throat was practically pornographic. You hadn't expected this at all. Your hands were suddenly on Tangerine's thighs as you were grinding down more, his hands still guiding your hips. You were totally at his mercy. And it was a big mistake.

In the blink of an eye you were on your back with splitting pain in your head, having hit the concrete floor on the way down.

Through blurred vision, you could make out Tangerine pulling the necklace out of your clutch and throwing said bag on the ground again.

Tangerine grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, "This was nice but, my brother's waiting. See you round, sweetheart."

He winked at you, and the next second, he was gone.

A/N: THAT WAS MY FIRST FIC IN SO LONG My requests are open, please send them to me, I have a prompts list on my blog and will be reblogging more :')

#bullet train #lemon and tangerine #bullet train tangerine #tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine x you

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whorekneecentral · 1 year

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oooo new idea for thief! daniel au— reader goes to some masquerade type gala/ball at a family friends house for an event and there’s obviously some nice pieces of art there so daniel sneaks into said gala to steal shit and reader is like trying to stop danny from stealing all night so she’s kinda following him around but he’s just having fun messing w her and making her flustered.. maybe ends with them fucking in one of the guest rooms 🫢

-👾 anon

I finally found the time to write this lmao but you know I loveeee this au, also I changed the idea a little bit lmao

People everywhere, ballgowns and tuxedos filled the hallways and every room imaginable. The masks covered their eyes or if they felt like, their entire faces. You wandered the house, politely smiling as you made your way up the staircase and into the library.

It was the only room unoccupied asides from the bedrooms. You shut the door quietly behind you when you stepped in. The mood peeked through the stained glass, the patterns reflected into the floor; two shadows along with it.

Yours and someone else.

Your blood runs cold for a moment but then it hits you.

“What are you doing here.. again?” You ask, finally turning to face the person. The man smiles, “would you believed me if I said I missed you?” Daniel asks and you resisted the urge to smile.

“No, I wouldn’t.”

“It’s the truth,” his knuckles slid down the curve of your jaw, his thumb pinching at your cheek softly. You took a step back, turning to walk towards the large window, Daniel’s footsteps following yours. “Is that why you’re in here all alone?” You ask the man, his hand reaching up to undo the knot that kept your mask in place.

The mask dropped to the floor with a small thud and his hand reaches for your arm, turning you to face him. “Where is it?” He asks and your brows furrow, your eyes studying his face; no mask, as if he wanted you to know it was him all along.

“Where is..” You ask and he glances down, what he was looking for was right in front of him.

Daniel’s fingers dragged across the necklace you had on, the diamonds laid flat against your skin. “Do you know how much this is worth?” He mumbles against your skin when he leans in to kiss your neck softly. Instinctively, your head tilts to one side, giving him the space he wanted and needed.

“It’s a family heirloom,” you tell him and you can feel him reaching around to unclasp the chain. “It’s worth millions.” He holds the necklace up, admiring it.

“That old thing?” Your words earn you a chuckle, “so naive, so caught up in your own world,” he says, leaning in to kiss you.

“You can’t keep doing this,” you whisper to him, letting yourself be pulled by the bookcase by Daniel. He’s got you between him and the shelves, “do what? I'm not doing anything you don’t want me to.”

“I don’t..” “What?” He asks, “say it.”

Daniel pulls your leg up, your heel digging into the back of his thigh. Your eyes find his, your hand reaching up to rest on the back of his neck. Your forehead pressed to his, “I thought so.” He says, smiling.

It was hot, heavy, rushed. You had limited time, someone could walk in at any point but you didn’t care; neither of you did.

Daniel was all you could focus on; his hands, his touch, his lips, the way he felt in you.

He kissed you once more, letting you fix your dress when he was done. “I’ll come see you another time.” He says, pulling on the strings on the mask, putting the knot back in place.

“You can’t do that.” You turn to face him, he smiles at you. “I’ll see you another time.” He says; a statement, not a question.

And with that, you stepped out of the library. “Y/n, darling.” Your grandmother calls for you when she sees you, “I have been looking for you everywhere, what were you doing in there?”

“Oh.. I needed a moment alone.” You fib and she doesn’t quite believe you but nonetheless, she moves on. “Where is your necklace? Your neck looks bare.”

Your brows furrow, a hand coming up to touch where the diamonds previous sat. “I put them in my bedroom.”

You lie once more, the diamonds long gone in the hands of your secret lover.

#👾 anon #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo smut

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witchersmistress · 10 months

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Grief and Rage

hello my darlings!! im back!! woohoo on with the show, this was done by Mr. Grey XD, this is more of a filler chapter

trigger warnings: violence, rage blood, grief

word count: 1.2K

August’s pov

I stood there with the keys in my hand like I had done countless times before, the monster in me wanted to burn it down and move on from her. She was a Darling snake, she was meant to destroy me and my brothers. Slipping on the cool leather gloves, I open the door to her home. With some bribery and persuasion I was able to purchase it in full from the bank. She won't be back but I couldn't let this go.

Stepping into the foyer, she had her shoes in a shoe rack by the door, the right side opened up to a living room, lined with bookcases, stuffed with various books and different trinkets. She had a book flipped upside down on her glass coffee table with papers spread all around it. Leaning down to examine the papers. It was an application to become a CIA agent. Releasing a low growl, the monster grumbling his disapproval, he very much wanted to destroy the house, but I couldn't bring myself to light the match and set it ablaze. Moving through her house, my footsteps echoing through the empty space. This was once her home but now it's a shell of her. Making my way into her office on the lower level, I saw her desk in the center of the room. I saw her sitting in that chair with her red laptop and colorful keyboard typing away at a million miles an hours, the words just pouring out of her and she could barely keep up.

The calendar on her desk was annotated with so many notes, visits home to her family, her grandmothers and brother's birthday, family events she planned to be there for but I ripped it all away, because I was a selfish coward. I could have let her go, run her out of town but no i let the monster win and i let my brothers rape and kill her. Catching the faint smell of her, my monster just lost control, ripping past the barriers. Flipping her desk over, and roared as he pulled one of her bookcases off the wall and sent the books scattering everywhere, tearing the family pictures off the walls, the frames and glass crunching under my feet, swiping a bottle of dark colored liquored from the kitchen to continue my rampage, of the lower level of her home, drinking the bottle as he continued on the mission of destruction, into the living room next as his rampage continued.

I could hear her laughter echoing off the walls and her footsteps dancing along these empty halls. Seeing her sitting on the couch, curled under a blanket with her book and a bottle of wine, grabbing the blanket that was sitting on the couch, my monster dragged it to his nose and inhaled deeply, her smell deeply embedded in the blanket. Chucking the now empty liquor bottle at one of the white walls and watching it shattered. Walking among the broken glass and scattered stories of her life, I come across one picture that will haunt me forever. It's a picture of Harper, her long hair hanging down in waves on the right side of her head and neck. She had her signature triquetra necklace and her gemstone moon pendant choker, sitting in front of her was a baby boy, blonde hair blue eyes, smiling at the camera. He had to be about 6 to 7 months old. He had on red pajamas with dark navy blue stripes and a white dump truck on them, she was holding his legs at his knees, like she was bouncing them. Her black nails and thumb ring sticking out at me.

What have I done??The monster faded and went back to his cage, leaving me to drown and suffer alone. I took away that little boy’s aunt. Hurt her and left her for dead. He'd have to grow up and hear the stories of what an amazing woman she was. Grabbing the broken picture and the last bottle of amber liquor, I slid along the wall till I was firmly on the floor, staring at Harper and that blue eyed boy I robbed her of. Laying her blanket along my lap and banging my head into the walls as I drank. I drank to kill my feelings, to kill any sympathy left behind, but mostly I drank to forget and to kill the monster that robbed Harper of her life all because he couldn't let her go.

“August” I heard a voice call to me. “Harper?” my voice cracked as I drew back to consciousness. “August” the voice and face became clearer, it wasn't Harper, it was my brother “Duke '' I questioned as he pulled back from me. I saw red looking at him, I sprang from my position and tackled him to the ground, punching him over and over in his stupid face. “Why did you come here?” question after question I bombarded him but never gave him a chance to answer as I hit him in the face. He finally grabbed my wrist to stop me, one eye was swollen shut, his nose bleeding “ I’m here for you” climbing off him, I pushed myself off the floor , her scent haunting me everywhere in this house. Looking back at Duke I yell “Don't get blood on the floor” snatching her blanket from the floor and leaving her room. I walk down the stairs into what was left of her dining room and living room. Going to the kitchen, I pour myself another drink as I hear the duke make his way down the stairs, “Did Baron send you?” I asked as he moved the island in the kitchen, grabbing an ice pack from the freezer. I tossed it to me to put on his face, his nose turning purple from hits, and his nose was packed with toilet paper to stop the bleeding.

His voice sounded slightly higher than usual. “Baron doesn't know where either one of us are”

I nodded as i looked around at the destruction i caused “ I miss her too you know” i crossed that kitchen so fast and grabbed him by his collar “What the fuck did you just say” i seethed. He looked me in the eye “ i know what we did to her but i didn't want her to die, I hoped we could scare her off, but she didn't back down and she changed you'' releasing him and shoving him back “She changed you August, for the better whether you choose to admit it or not.” watching him walk away, he opened her front door “I won't tell Baron where i found you, but i will tell you, him and i will be leaving to go to New York for a few months'' he gestured to her house “Do what you will with it” shutting the door as he walked out the door. I watched him get into his Hummer and drive away, slamming my fist into the wall and punching through the drywall. I was angry at him, at Baron and the stupid Darling family for not letting me have this one girl, who ruined everything, including me. With one last look around her home, I hired a cleaning crew and repair company to fix the house. Shutting the door, leaving it in the past and her ghost behind me.

#henry cavill imagine #august walker #henrycavill smut #henry cavill characters #august walker fanfic #henry cavill x you #august walker imagines #henry cavill #august walker fanfiction #henry cavill thirst

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ink3dinich0r · 3 months

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20 Headcanons about Rikiel from JJBA

His mother threw out the many uniform pants he owned into the garbage, mixing them with the trash so they’d be unwearable and he’d have to settle for a skirt to school. He scrubbed his pants clean more times than he can count in the school bathrooms before first period.

In his childhood home, when he was very young, he wasn’t allowed a door to his room. It sat in the shed out in the backyard for many years. Only when he hit puberty was the door installed—without the lock. Where there would be a door handle was only a vacant hole in the wood.

Rikiel’s hair is naturally a shade of red. He enjoys dying it different colors or bleaching it to be brighter. As a child, he would steal a box of hair color from the corner store and hide it either in his bookbag or jacket. His mother threw them away when she found them.

Rikiel’s favorite books to read are non-fiction, especially when it comes to studies of the human body. He prefers facts over fantasy as a leisure read. In his bookcases, his encyclopedias and resource books are his most loved to peruse at night before going to bed.

Rikiel had many step-fathers growing up, all of them kind but never permanent. His mother couldn’t be satisfied with any man that came through her door. They were never ‘good’ enough. Young Rikiel would become attached, only to be forced to say goodbye, over and over again.

Rikiel has the tendency to get violent when drunk. He drinks very little because of this, often taking a light splash of alcohol with mostly juice or soda. However, if he gets his hands on a full bottle of beer or a heavy cocktail, he can get very combative if ticked off.

Rikiel’s neck is extremely sensitive, so he covers it as much as he can. During the wintertime he achieves this with turtlenecks, but during the summer he tries to at least cover it with a lightweight, summer scarf. Necklaces and collars irritate him so he doesn’t own any.

Rikiel didn’t own pets when he was younger but he would play with the animals that lingered around his neighborhood. His mother considered animals to be highly unclean and distracting. The many times that Rikiel used to ask for a pet, she “joked” that he was enough of one.

Rikiel’s motorbike from Stone Ocean was a gift from Sports Maxx. It’s a rare, limited edition Italian build that wasn’t sold at American dealerships so it was personally bought and imported over. Rikiel got it used, but still in good condition. It used to be Maxx’s.

Rikiel had friends while growing up. He was in normal, social circles at both his school and his church. He even had his first kiss via some boy in middle school. The worst part of his attacks is the way they isolated him. Once he became a “problem”, he was abandoned.

Rikiel’s favorite scent is roses. His mother had planted a rose garden that would bloom up by his window in the summer. When he was on summer vacation, he’d lie on his bed with the window open, so the smell of roses could come into his room as he laid in the sunlight.

Rikiel can speak two different languages. He is fluent in English, as he grew up in America where English is the common tongue, and he is intermediate in French, his mother’s maiden tongue. Polnareff enjoys their light conversations they have when Rikiel visits Italy.

Rikiel always rides in the seat beside the driver. Riding in the backseat makes him anxious from feeling too cramped, but he has difficulty controlling large vehicles, so he can’t drive either. If in a car, he prefers being beside the driver and controlling navigation.

Rikiel has a nice singing voice and often hums or sings mindlessly while doing menial tasks and chores. His favorite songs to sing are old, vintage record pieces he remembers playing from his mother’s room—particularly, ‘Tous Les Garçons et Les Filles’ by François Hardy.

Rikiel’s name on his Italian CIE is written ‘Richiel Giovanna’. There were many arguments had because it wasn’t ‘Richiel Maramotti’ but eventually, Giorno secured the card and coerced that ‘Giovanna’ would “ease Rikiel’s stay while employed or visiting in Italy.”

Rikiel sleeps long hours. Whenever he’s awake, Rikiel burns a lot of energy doing work and keeps himself both mentally and physically busy all day. By the time the night rolls around, once he’s in bed, he’s asleep for a good nine to ten hours—sometimes even a full twelve.

Rikiel doesn’t like PDA. It’s a combination of general, social anxiety and shame he would feel from his mother—she used to scold him heavily for expressing attraction to others in public in the past, as a child. Flirtations and kissing are comfortable for him when inside.

Rikiel can’t cook and can’t learn how to. He’s tried for years to understand how to make food beyond basic meals but everything complex takes too long and he can’t stay focused enough to follow the steps. He’s burned things that were previously believed to be unburnable.

Rikiel uses Sky High as pain relief to his allies. Rikiel wields Sky High’s ability to ‘numb’ an area of his choosing, so that any pain from cuts, bruises, stabs, etc. don’t hinder the movement or focus of any gang members he may work with. He’s designated as support. ✨

Rikiel loves attending street races. Watching all of the high-speed cars completely done up with lights and designs is a favorite nighttime activity of his. He'll often stay out drinking until the sun rises just to see the final race. Rikiel even participated in a few.

#jjba #stone ocean #rikiel #jules text

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shadowsfascination · 1 year

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The birth of Super Amy

@shadamyheadcanons, another submission via detour because I couldn't upload my art piece. I landed back on several things you used in your previous headcanons, especially this one (which I now see is named 'Heart of Gold' and that accidentally works perfect with this submission). I hope you like it :) Figuring out how to paint her Rose Gold was a pain in the ass. Heads-up: it's a more a small (unbeta-ed) fic than a headcanons xD

Through all the time Amy had spent exploring caves with Knuckles, she managed to gather an impressive collection of (semi) precious stones. She carefully displayed each and every new find in the bookcase in her living room, along with other special objects they’d found.

Once Amy's interest in astrology and tarot readings was sparked, she stumbled upon the use of gemstones in fortune telling. She dug into the matter and discovered that not just the Chaos emeralds, but a lot of gems possess special powers. Eventually, as she grew more and more familiar with the supernatural, she learned how to use and control those powers. That’s how she mastered the power of invisibility and was later granted the power to heal.

Though Amy was thrilled that she taught herself some cool skills, she kept quiet about her newfound powers. A part of her was even a little scared that her new skills were either mundane to someone like Sonic, or that they weren’t exclusively for her. After all, she wasn’t the only hedgehog with a connection to a gem that carried supernatural powers. Plus, she’d spent years trying to bring a unique set of skills to the team. She enjoyed being able to do things that others couldn’t and didn’t want that to be taken away from her.

When she opened up to Shadow about her new powers, he was not only intrigued, but also impressed by the new skills she’d taught herself. Feeling encouraged by his support, Amy opened a small, glass box and handed Shadow her favorite gemstone, an unpolished, teal-colored sapphire.

“This was our first find, back in the days when Knuckles and I had just started exploring caves together. It’s a sapphire, my birthstone,” she explained. “I’ve treasured it ever since.”

Shadow inspected the stone, holding it up against the backlight from the window behind them. “It’s beautiful… The color, it complements the pink of your quills so well…”

“Aww, thank you, Shadow!” Amy’s eyes smiled the second he looked at her again. ”Although it doesn’t possess a special power, this one has always been special to me…”

“It’s a bit of a shame you’ve stored it in this little box amongst all the others like it has no special meaning to you, though. Don’t you think?”

Amy bit her lip, contemplating the idea. “Maybe you’re right. Perhaps I could put it on a tiny velvet pillow and place it on my nightstand...”

Once Shadow’s fingers closed around the gemstone, he bristled. A warm, elusive feeling bubbled up in Amy’s chest as she regarded the stone again. Shadow scratched his chin. Then, he fixed his eyes on the stone again, and Amy felt a little unnerved by the way he continued to stare at the crystal. For a second she feared the gem would somehow gift him with yet another cool superpower, but nothing happened. Amy bit her lip, sighing in relief and feeling silly immediately after. She grinned sheepishly at Shadow.

“I might have a better idea,” Shadow said. “Why don’t you turn it into a necklace? Like I said, this color is great on you.”

By now, Amy’s cheeks were as pink as her quills. She wiggled on her feet, playing with the hem of her dress.

“T-thank you,” she muttered softly, and when she looked at Shadow again, his cheeks were a little stained, too. Amy cleared her throat and looked down at her feet. “But… I have no idea how to do that.”

“Leave it to me! I know just the right person for this job, and,” he winked, “I’ll make sure she doesn’t keep this gem to herself.”

Amy chuckled, feeling flattered by Shadow’s determination to turn her favorite gemstone into a piece of jewelry just for her. It was an offer too good to decline. “I mean, if you insist… Are you sure? I don’t want to cause you any-”

“I do insist, Rose. I’ll be more than happy to take care of it.”

“Then I’ll gladly take you up on that offer. Thanks, Shadow! You’re such a sweetheart.” A nice, warm feeling settled in Amy’s chest. She beamed at Shadow, who, for once, sent the slightest of a smile her way, too.

“Why don’t we meet up next Saturday at the gym? I’ll give you the necklace, and maybe you could join me for a spar session? I’d like to see those new powers of yours in live action.” Shadow cocked a playful eyebrow at her.

“Sounds good to me. It’s a date,” Amy said happily, lightly touching his arm before he zapped himself away.

– – –

When Amy was on her way to meet Shadow that following Saturday, she felt strangely elated. After changing into her workout clothes and entering the gym, Shadow awaited her inside, waving at her somewhat nervously. In his other hand was a little blue box with a golden ribbon.

“Hi, Shadow!” Amy cheered in her most bubbly voice.

“This is for you,” he said, immediately placing the gift in the palm of her hand.

“Awww, thank you! I can’t wait to see it! Although… shouldn’t we wait until after we’re done sparring? I’d hate for it to break during a battle…”

“But… I want to see how it looks on you. Indulge me, just this once.” Shadow swallowed, staring at her intently. “Trust me.”

“Shadow, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he replied dryly, then crossing his arms and leaning forward, clearly waiting for her to open the gift.

“If you say so?” Amy shrugged. Carefully, she pulled at the ribbon and lifted the lid of the box. Her unpolished sapphire had been turned into a beautiful droplet-shaped gemstone, attached to an elegant silver necklace. “It’s gorgeous! I LOVE it! I love it so much! Thank you, Shadow!”

Amy latched onto Shadow and felt him stiffen up at the touch. She backed away and smiled at him.

“Could you… put it on me?”

“Oh! Yes, of course.”

As Shadow took the necklace from her and stood behind her, Amy’s pulse started racing. With a gentle touch, he lifted her quills with one hand and reached in front of her to put the necklace on. She felt his warm breath tickle her neck as he fumbled with the lock.

“There,” he said, and Amy wondered if she spotted a hint of relief in his voice. “Turn around. Show me how it looks,” he said, grabbing her hand and spinning her around. Amy’s breath caught in her throat and it felt like her cheeks caught fire. Her heart pounded in her chest like it did when she had an unexpected encounter with an enemy.

“Whoah! Shadow, what’s with you today?” Amy half gasped, half chuckled.

“I’m sorry. I’m just… nervous,” Shadow stammered that last word under his breath.

“It’s okay… I think it’s so sweet that you did this for me. Please don’t worry. I love it so much,” she reassured him, softly squeezing his hand. Then, she looked down at her chest and yelped in surprise. Bright light was emitting from the necklace, slowly enveloping her as her feet were lifted off the ground. “What is going on?! SHADOW! What did you do to my crystal?!” Amy yelled in shock.

Disillusioned, Amy stared at Shadow, and Shadow stared back. ‘It’s okay,’ he mouthed, eyes sincere and full of comfort. Amy’s skin began to glow, the usual pink of her quills fading into a shiny rose gold color. She closed her eyes, surrendering to what she finally understood was happening to her. The shock left her body, her soul radiating with warmth as the flame of her true power was kindled- at last.

Power, confidence, and joy flowed through her veins when she opened her eyes again. Amy smiled, regarding her new appearance. She ran her fingers through her quills, feeling how they pointed upwards and touching the spikes that had grown out of her back. Then, she stretched her arm, opening the palm of her hand, conjuring her hammer out of nowhere. It was twice as big but felt light as a feather.

Suddenly, she locked eyes with Shadow and approached him, elegantly gliding through the air. When she stopped in front of him, her eyes flashed with anger as she pointed at him, hammer lurking threateningly in her other hand. “You!” she hissed at Shadow, who still gaped at her in awe. “You knew about this, didn’t you?!”

“I did,” he said calmly, looking at the still glowing necklace.

“Why didn’t you tell me?! Do you have any idea how scary that was?” She bloated her cheeks.

“I do... What did you think my first experience was like?”

Amy blinked, stammering as she tried to come up with an answer. “I thought because you were created with all these powers that you… I mean, I don’t know!” Amy dropped her hammer and crossed her arms. “I guess I never gave it much thought…”

Shadow touched her hand. “That’s alright, Amy. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you…”

Amy lowered her defenses, letting her arms fall to her sides.

“If you’d known, it wouldn’t have worked. I don’t know how to explain... The gem picks you, and it always takes someone else to function as a portal for the power to find its way into you. In Knuckles’ case, that was his father. In Sonic’s case, it was the Doctor, believe it or not. In my case, it was Gerald. And, in your case, it’s me…”

Amy’s eyes widened. Tears welled up, but she swallowed them away.

“I knew this day would come, eventually…” he said in a low, husky voice.

He swallowed, and Amy suddenly spotted the crown of beads that glistered on his forehead. She curled her fingers around Shadow’s hand, and he laced his fingers with hers.

“You believed in me,” she sobbed silently.

“Of course I did. I thought I made that pretty clear.”

Amy chuckled.

“Rose, regardless of any special powers, you’ve always been special to me. Just because… I don’t know, eh… Chaos, you throw me off my game! I just think you’re amazing…”

Shadow’s face was flustered when he locked eyes with her again. Amy could see the clumsy, nervous smile he was trying to suppress, but she couldn’t be fooled. Swiftly, she pulled him closer, lifting the both of them off the ground to pull him into a warm embrace.

“Thank you,” she whispered, rubbing her hands on his back while they spinned slowly in mid-air.

“Y-you’re wel-welcome,” he sputtered.

“I think you’re amazing, too…” Amy softly touched his cheek with her lips. Shadow froze at the touch and started coughing until his face was almost as red as her usual dress. She put him down on his feet again, tilting her head in sympathy as he patted himself on the chest.

He then cleared his throat and straightened his back. “I have a proposal for you.”

“Let’s hear it,” Amy said, smiling. She couldn’t remember the last time her heart beat this fast.

“I want to spar with you in your super form.”

“Really? You mean that? No offense, but is that a good idea? I mean, I don’t stand a chance when you attack me in your super form…”

“I brought something for myself, too…” Shadow closed his eyes, smirking as the seven Chaos Emeralds appeared in a perfect circle around him.

“Oh, you’ve thought this through, mister…” Amy giggled, summoning her hammer again.

“Guilty as charged,” Shadow proudly admitted. The emeralds circled around him in a blurry haze of color and light until his quills were a bright, glowing yellow and light flared around him.

“Needless to say, you keep your inhibitors ON,” Amy demanded, swinging her hammer back to charge it with energy.

Shadow nodded, but then held his hand up. “One more thing,” he said. “If you manage to win from me, I’ll take you out.”

Amy blushed, accidentally slowing down the energy transmission to her hammer. She blinked, pinching her arm to check if she could be dreaming.

“I’m being real here. I’d like to go out with you sometime.”

“I’ll give it my best shot, then!” Amy flashed him a confident smile, clenching her hands into fists. She felt elated and energetic, more ready than ever to engage in this battle and not only win this fight, but also his heart. “If we do end up on that date, you’ll have to tell me the story of your first super experience.”

“Fair enough. You got yourself a deal.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it,” Amy teased, winking at him. He huffed, playfully smirking at her. She’d never seen him smile so much before today.

“Cocky, I like it… You ready?” Shadow asked, positioning his arms in front of his body in a defending pose.

She chuckled. “Wait! But… what if you win?” Amy asked shyly.

Shadow smirked. “Then you’ll take me out.”

[[I know her dress is green and in the fic it's red. The red was SO butt ugly with the rose gold, and she HAD to be rose gold, so I changed the color palette. Let's just say she buys a new dress for her super form and Tails manages to make a device for her so the dress changes along with her when she transforms. Works for me ;)]]

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