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stomach-rental · 2 years

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reeses pieces … reece my poor little guy pls im keeling over at your feet what did rhey do to my sweet boy —spitwick

WELL you see [cracks knuckles] (talking about Reese's problems is one of my favorite things sometimes)

Reese and Beni typically come as a pair. BUT. Benita is easily fired up and doesn't like dealing with emotions. If it turns out she may have soft spots or that she may be feeling weird or awkward about something, she will turn directly away from it into another direction to look for distractions. In Chicagoverse, that direction is partying, getting with people for flings, etc. She is running on high strung energy and wants to carry those highs as far out and away from all of the bullshit and things that need therapy in her life as possible.

Normally this isn't a problem for Reese, as they always usually have time for each other, but, uh. He starts getting emotions, and suddenly he's the one Beni is avoiding because of it. Reese really, really likes Beni, not necessarily in a romantic way, but seeing Will and Louis getting closer makes Reese realize just how spaced out his own life is, and how he doesn't get very close to other people but really does want to have those same comforts, and the closest person in his life IS Beni, so. You know. Maybe he wants to talk about doing their own thing together. A platonic partnership of sorts, maybe hugging and cuddling more often with none of that weird kissing stuff, just. Testing out the waters.

Beni is TERRIFIED of emotional closeness and would rather do sex with strangers at a party than actively admit and talk about any sort of familial closeness between the two of them. She starts acting weird because of it and Reese feels really bad, everything is just Tense. Reese doesn't just have a magical solution like vore to deal with his internal trust issues and his need for closeness that he's been shoving down for years now, and that's why he is having Problems in this fic. It may not seem as dire or stressful as the stuff will and louis get into at times but it IS pretty stressful for him, as he Really does not have a lot of people and he Does Not want to lose the one person he's got, you know?

This is based off of a Couple of RP things I have done in the past with Reese, one of which Louis ends up asking for Tactical Sleeping Hugs in attempt to scare away nightmares because no one else is available, and the other of which Reese is attempting (and failing) to understand how vore actually Helps will and louis. I actually DID do a drawing of one of them, let me see if I can find it since it's relative to this fic

#asks #reese's pieces is such a good name for the fic too I'm so glad I came up with that #chicagoverse is my personal verse of headcanons of how they work-- I have...an Extensive amount of them and not all of them are canon #also in the fic where he attempts to understand vore he ends up putting Louis on his chest and I. soft. ok #in chicago verse reese is grayromantic and asexual which means that while he many times PRETENDS to be interested #and also secretly does desperately Want that romantic attraction he only gets a taste of #he never really knows what to do with it and he's just Bad at keeping romance in general #what I am describing here for him and beni would be an entirely different direction with more of a queer platonic partnership going on #he's never done something like that before and while he has never even been SLIGHTLY romantically inclined towards his best friend #he has definitely wished at times they would just live together and do everything together #reese is also just a LITTLE bicurious. he's figuring himself out #CANONICALLY peachnewt has pegged him as more. uh #grayromantic/graysexual straight #which is fair and good I just love him so much and end up Projecting ffjfh

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kawouwu · 7 months

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concho verse shul onion

#I don't really care for Sam R//D's face esp at first #I told my friend I thot he would be a downgrade from Tom cruise but I'm glad to be proven wrong #but u could not get me to watch anything else w that white man #gonna b honest w u if Jacob and//son wasn't casted as Louis #I would not have cared for vampterview this much #but he is LDPDL now!!!#and it's amazing 🤩 the talent that he has #the writing compared to og vampterview (I never read only wiki'ed and 2nd hand)#is much more nuanced and well written w him and Bailey in it #I'm excited for 2nd second to see what assad and Delaney brings to the table #if Sam comes back cool whatever if not cool whatever #Louis looks pretty when he's teary eyed tho so we will see were

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anticmiscellaney · 1 month

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hi! this isn't specifically a newoldrare ask, though it is about them, too. i just wanted to tell you that i really really admire your art; there's so much palpable affection in it. i love the weight your art has, if it makes sense? things like hugs, kisses, people holding each other, i feel like you're very good at making it look real. sorry if it seems like a weird thing to point out, it's just something i'm always fascinated by in other people's art. anyway, i love your art of louis and neil a lot. i remember they have a cat(s?), are there any anecdotes you can share about it? the life of a cat owner is never dull, after all.

Thank you! I pay a lot of attention to interaction, I'm glad people notice!

After phallo, Louis has to sleep with a plastic mixing bowl over his crotch because i2 weighs eighteen pounds and really wants to sit on him.

#replied #newoldrare

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sheisbeautyweareworldass · 2 years

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#@ unwanted drama anon #not gonna answer it publicly because you're right. i think it would bring a lot of other people on my inbox to say their opinions on what+#you said and i don't want that 😅#but i'm gonna answer it here in the tags because i want to give you an answer anyway #my love for louis always comes first. my love for louis comes before any hatred or love i have for anyone who's somehow related to louis #(artists fans or whoever)#for me it was never ''i hate x and y so i'm going to stan louis now since that seems to be the next step for everyone who hates x and y''#it was always ''i love louis and i can't help but to look up and everything about him. unfortunately that research brought me the names of #those who wronged him. my dislike for them comes from my love for louis (just like i would dislike anyone who harmed a person i care abt)''#which is why my blog has more louis appreciation than hate for x y and w #idk what i did or say that made you presume that first thing you mentioned (about me d wording louis)#but i'm glad that got cleared up

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my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction · 2 months

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Katsuki Bakugou x Popular/MeanGirl!reader - oneshot about Katsuki loving his ruthless girlfriend!

Ok, the title is a little misleading, you're not that mean! you just do unto others what they do to you...and Katsuki loves it. As always, please let me know if you want more, and if you have any ideas for the future <3 calling this a songfic, because it's hugely based on Don't Touch! by Lil Mariko

warnings: lots of cursing, mentions of castration, and one chaotic good(?) reader

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When you first arrived at UA, a late entry as you lived in the Americas prior, everyone loved you, and surprisingly that included Bakugou. Of course, it took him a long time to warm up all the way, but you started dating after a few months of getting to know each other. What could he say? You were pretty, smart, patient with him, and best of all, you didn't take crap. He learned that the first week of your arrival, when his attempt to bully you fell short. You actually took a liking to him, so he was spared most of the passive aggressive fate he saw you give some others. You were just nice to people who were nice to you, ergo most considered you sweet as candy while some considered you a total bitch.

You were hot and you knew it, and believe it or not it caused a lot of people to spread rumors about you. He'll never forget the first time he saw you in action, it was as satisfying as it was attractive. While walking to lunch, a pair of 2nd years were standing to the side whispering and pointing to you. one of them yelled out, "slut," while the other laughed. You, being the bad bitch that you are, turned around, smiled pleasantly, and put on your best innocent demeanor. "aw, I'm really sorry for getting your dick hard, maybe next time try and keep your eyes a little higher, yeah?" It. Was. Magnificent. The two were flabbergasted to say the least, and Katsuki himself was glad to finally see someone who didn't act like a saint all the time.

Long story short, you were his other half, and he had gotten used to your mocking, sarcastic way of handling assholes...until the day of the Sports Festival. You and Katsuki were were perusing the food stands, you dragging him around from place to place, him trailing behind like the grump he was. One stand actually caught his eye, a sign claiming to have the spiciest sauce in the city to compliment their renowned Takoyaki. You were standing with him, looking around while holding his hand, when out of the corner of your eye you saw someone point towards you. You didn't turn your head, not wanting them to know you noticed, but kept an ear out to see what they were saying.

"yeah, he's the one I was telling you about."

"that guy? No way he's with a girl like her."

"I know, right? He has to be keeping her with him, probably scaring her into staying."

Oh hell no. You weren't going to let this slide, it was one thing to talk about you, but a whole other thing to talk about your relationship. You whipped around, yanking a very confused Katsuki with you. Katsuki had heard the two talking, but was far too enamored with the spicy sauce to actually listen. "Hey," You yelled, using a voice Katsuki hadn't heard out of you before as you raised the hand holding Katsuki's into the air for all to see. "See this?! This means he loves me, so next time you go and make assumptions, why don't you keep your damn mouth shut?!" You step closer to the pair of stunned teens, wearing a look that could kill. Your voice was low and menacing now, making sure they understood every syllable. "Next time I hear you talk shit about my boyfriend, I'll take the Louis Vuitton's He bought me, hunt you down, and castrate you."

The two whimpered, stuttering out a response but unable to finish before running off with their tails between their legs. You watched them dash, one hand on your hip and the other in Katsuki's, before turning to him with that same bubbly smile you always had. "Alright, let's go get ice cream, I'm still hungry!" He had this unreadable expression on his face, and when you tried to pull him to the ice cream he stood stock still. "...What...?" You were fearing the worst.

Were you too much for him? Did he realize he wanted someone nicer, like Ururaka or Momo? This time, he did dragging of his own, yanking you in the opposite direction. He pulled you along without another word, looking left to right, before stopping next to an empty vending stand. "Katsuki, what are you doing," You asked, he was worrying you.

He looked around again, making sure no one was watching, before yanking into the stand with him.

He never answered you with words, but the way he made out with you for the remainder of the Festival break kind of spoke for him. Right then, when you were threatening those extras, was the moment he realized he loved you. Actually, no. He already knew he loved you, despite the fact he never said it (yet). Right then was the moment he knew he'd marry you. You wouldn't know that story from his perspective until he told it at your wedding.

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hope you enjoyed, I had this story on my mind all last night and was just itching to write it! let me know if you want more of this!

#bakugou katsuki #fanfic #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo mha #mha bakugou #new to this #new to tumblr #mha

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russellsppttemplates · 2 months

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Dad Pierre, we haven’t seen him for ages, maybe he surprises all the kids by picking them up from school and taking them all out as he’s been at a race

He texted you to let you know he had arrived safely, and he would be the one to pick up the kids, giving you the opportunity to hang out with your friends before you headed home for the rest of the week in your family bubble. Now, he was parked at the school, Celeste in her car seat already since he stopped by the nursery first, "Papa!", she called, "Mama and I usually go up to the gate to wait for them", she advised, partially wanting to get out to see her siblings, but also sneakily hoping that Pierre would carry her there and let her cuddle up to him.

Waiting by the gate with Celeste on his hip, Pierre caught up with his youngest child, "what did you do today?", he wondered, "we played outside because it was very sunny - I wore the sun hat uncle Yuki got me -, and then we did some colouring", she said, resting her head on his shoulder as they both looked out for the rest of the Gasly kids.

Élodie was the first one to notice their father, doing a double check when she thought she saw her sister in the arms of a man and not their mother, running up to them, "Papa! You're early!", she said as she hugged his legs, catching the attention of the boys who followed suit.

"Mama said you'd only get home tomorrow", Alexandre nudged as they all got in the car, "got the opportunity to fly in earlier and I took it. Is everyone up for some ice cream?", he wondered as all four kids cheered, prompting him to drive to their favourite spot in town.

"I had a presentation today, the teacher said it was really good", Louis told Pierre as they watched Alexandre being a good big brother and looking after the two girls playing on the swings, "That's great, buddy!", he complimented, "and everything else has been good?", he said as he got up, signalling for them to catch up with the rest of the family, "yes, it's good. We missed you a lot, but I'm very happy we're all together", he said, hugging his side as they walked up to meet the rest.

"When we get home, can we watch a movie, please? All together on the sofa, and with mama, too", Élodie suggested as Pierre looked at Alexandre, earning yes's from everyone.

"I know these are a little young for you, but I'm glad you're here", Pierre told Alexandre, "no, I like them. And we're spending time together, too. This is the best idea", he said as Pierre locked his phone, having read the text where you said you'd be home in 10 minutes, "help me here with the popcorn, then, please. Your siblings are going to est all of this before mama gets here", Pierre smiled, ruffling his son's hair.

(Thank you for your submission ✨️)

#pierre gasly blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

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factual-fantasy · 24 days

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18 Asks! Thank you!! :}} 🎪

@pink088

Guuuuurl does it look like I missed the boops? XDD

(I DID miss the super boops and revenge boops tho. I was trashed on the couch and stuck on mobile all day so I wasn't able to send any back to anyone💔💔)

Uhhhmm... oh jeez lemme try to remember-- I'm assuming you mean the order I got everyone in the game..?? Cuz other than the goofy little comics I've been drawing there isn't much of a story beyond that-

Uhhh so I started with Midori(Sprigatito) obviously, thennn... I think I caught Grim(Gastly).. then I caught Gloria(Ralts). Thenn..... arrhrhhgh I thiiiink I went looking for eevees, but I found Anastasia(Shiny Kricketot) in the process and kept her. Then I picked one of the eevees I caught at random and kept him. Then lastly I found a Mareep(Bonnie) by surprise and kept her.

My memory is very poor but I thiiink that's mostly accurate <XDD If I misunderstood your question don't be afraid to send another ask! 😅

@pbjfox37147878

Sorry, I don't take requests.. But hey! You already got a solid concept going and some artistic talent, you can always make it yourself for free! :0

Not really.. I've had a surprising number of uncomfortable experiences with the fandom recently so I've decided to take a step back from Octonauts for a while..

@psype

:DD Thank you! I'm glad you like them! :}}

And yeah that's how I pictured her XDD its becuase I use her the most out of all my Pokémon-

Now she's not bossy and doesn't have a leader or "I'm better that you guys" complex, none of that! She's just very intelligent and usually very level headed and calm. I can imagine that she's gotten the team safely through a lot of complicated situations and her plans/advice have rarely led the group astray.

Plus since I use her so often, I like to think that she's one of the most powerful Pokémon on the team. If not the most powerful. So whenever the group was met with a great danger, Gloria was probably the one to rescue them <XD

So the whole group kind'a gravitates behind her and lets/wants her to take the lead most of the time. Especially when things get complicated or dangerous!

@nerdyskullcap (User in ask)

I took a peek at their blog, but I couldn't find any original art of the Conductor after quite a while of scrolling through that tag.. I only found reblogs of other peoples Conductor comics.. <:(

XD That description of Gloria is very fitting! I use her the most out of all my Pokémon and she rarely loses! XDD

This was a cool read, and hey! Some of my Pokémon have some of those attacks! :000 Gloria has draining kiss and Bonnie has discharge! :D

@cat7890

I'd like to think they've never fought before.. maybe some little bickering on a bad day, but never anything serious.

They have good communication and just generally get along really well and like a lot of the same things. So there's rarely conflict between them! :0

Thank you! I'm happy to hear that you like my artwork! :}}

As for your question.. I'm afraid I don't understand/cant explain it--

Lets say I wanna draw Mario. I imagine what the drawing might end up looking like in my head, what pose I'll draw him in and what colors I'll use.. And then I just.. draw it. It might not look exactly like what I pictured but its probably close enough.

If that doesn't answer your question, I'm afraid I either don't understand your question or this is just an art thing that I don't know how to explain. <:( Sorry, feel free to send another ask with more specifics if you have them!

@sleep-deprived-fr3ak

If Bill ever became a lawyer? All hope is lost XDD

@raven-bearden-the-interviewer42

I haven't really thought about the details of the crews travels and adventures.. but I'm sure that when Louis got cursed and became a crab monster? That was probably pretty memorable XD

Probably this one honestly <XD I cant think of anything more cursed off the top of my head-

@fawncr33k

I suppose that would be fine, but I wouldn't prefer it. As I've said many times,, just comments guys! Asks, reblogs, tags, how ever you type them. I just want comments.👍

@neo-metalscottic

No problem! Getting asks are usually a pick me up :}}

As for the Dry Bones thing, that's what I meant by "not sure how it fits into the AU yet" 😅 Who'd they fight? Why did they fight? When did this happen? No idea. Its all just a neat concept with no structure yet :// And beyond the awkward living situation with the Dry Bones today, I haven't really thought about how the Koopa culture has been changed by the war. That's just way too much thinking and I'm way too sick to bother trying to figure it out atm- 💀💔 But maybe someday I'll think it through!

Now Luigi, I had this idea that he had a bizarre encounter with a 1-UP and was later bitten by a Goomba. Over the span of say... 5 days or so..? Luigi slowly got weaker and weaker until eventually he became bedridden and actually died- He came back to life moments after but it still completely shook Mario and Luigi's worlds for a sec there-

I had intended to draw a comic about this, and I made a sketch about it in the past.. but around the time I thought of this idea my Mario phase was kind'a passing over so I didn't feel like making it- <XDD

As for a potential sequel, I would like to see Wario, Waluigi and Toadsworth. Not sure why Toadsworth wasn't in the first movie- he absolutely should have been. That deep voiced purple..? council..? toad guy?? Totally should have been Toadsworth :/

And my request for the Wario bros is that they are taken seriously. 😅🤣

@cherrycreamfairy

I'm doing okay so far today, thank you! :}

@littlelightfish

I haven't really figured out the details about how Tuna and Louis lost their limbs- 😅

But I'm considering that Louis lost his arm (I assume you meant his arm-) in some kind of work related accident a long time ago. It must have been a fishing accident somehow..

As for Tuna, either some kind of natural disaster/accident or.. someone "removed" them... O-O

I do not :/ I'm not even sure what homestuck is.. I thiiink its a webcomic-

@nemo-draco

Oooo! :00 It looks cool! :DD

And thank you, I'm hoping I get over this soon too 😅

#my response #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ocs #my ocs #super mario bros #mario movie #pokemon scarlet and violet

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mediocrevideopodcast · 4 months

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Any ideas of what a first date would look like with Rocky? 👀

(Side note, I adore your writing style so much!! ^^)

A/N: Awe, thank you so much!🧡 Sorry for the late reply, school has officially started back up again, but I'm glad I was able to get this out! I remember in one of the livestreams Tracy said that he'd see nothing wrong with taking you to 7/11 for a date, which let's be real, is my ideal man. Enjoy!

Extravagant; Theatrical; Moonstruck. These are but three of the most common words to describe Rocky. Despite his handpicked friend group -- or more bluntly, his small group of people willing to stick around -- Rocky tends to draw quite a bit of attention. Very little of it is good, but still: words like that are thrown around with ease. As such, one might assume that Rocky's perfect date would be to some extravagant place where the music never stops and the night never ends.

But… they would be wrong.

Because despite his tales of grandeur, Rocky's life has taught him to enjoy the simpler things. Car rides down the streets of Saint Louis, hopping through abandoned streetcars, pocketing snacks from the big convenience store down the lane… that's what Rocky really looks forward to.

And let's face it: Rocky would love to take you out to a fancy dinner and a movie, but this cat just doesn't have the funds for it. Closest he could get would be the Little Daisy during daylight -- Miss M's always makes sure he's at least somewhat fed -- but he knows all too well that Ivy would leap at the chance to get him back for all the times he's teased her about Freckle.

(He's sent her off on a few wild goose chases before to grab a bite with you, though. Pancakes can't be beat, you know.)

But loving Rocky, you know that money isn't everything. Every moment spent with him is memorable. Many of your date nights are just the two of you hanging out together, whether it be driving around or completing a run for the Lackadaisy -- any moment spent together is so damn good that it's hard to call it anything but a date. Your friends don't quite get it, but that's alright.

For your first ever date though… he tried pretty damn hard.

He hopped the fence of some richman (it was Sedgewick, although he'll never admit to it) to steal some flowers for you, tying them together in orange and blue ribbons. You still have their petals saved, pressed into books and stored in mahogany boxes along with all of the letters he's ever written to you.

The rest of the day is spent in each other's company, driving, talking, and occasionally stopping to dance in the streets of Saint Louis. You can't say you were much of a dancer before meeting him, but he has an infectious energy about him.

He eventually convinces you to let him sneak you into a movie -- he refuses to let you spend a dime on him, even if you're well-off. You can't tell if he likes the thrill of sneaking in, or if it's out of some chivalrous obligation. Likely both.

All in all, the night is one of the most magical you've ever had. No price tags for rose colored glasses, or awkward lapses in silence. Just the two of you, taking every moment as it comes by.

He insists on driving you home that night, just to make sure you get in safe, still thrumming with excitement. Neither of you really want the night to end, but alas.

(It's not like the two of you don't see each other daily.)

(He short-circuits when you press a kiss to his cheek before darting out of the car. His voice cracks a little when he says he'll see you tomorrow, hands slipping off the center console when he leans out to shout. You can't wait to see him again.)

#divider by @cafekitsune #lackadaisy x reader #rocky rickaby x reader #lackadaisy rocky x reader #roark rickaby x reader #lackadaisy imagine #lackadaisy imagines

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savebylou · 2 months

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Louis confidence to become a singer.

After the las q&a with Louis on twitter, there is a tweet that I can't stop thinking about:

It's a short answer but shows that Louis had the confidence that living as a singer he could "do it alright". And it remind me of Louis interview in 2022 with Elvis Duran about believing in himself:

Louis ability to identify his talent and believe in himself is so important, if he never trust that he had something special he will never got to The X Factor.

His confindence on him as a singer has been a journey and although he knew he had something special he had to deal with people in the industry for years making him feel not enough or insecure about his voice

In 2017 he said “If you’d asked me a year or 18 months ago: ‘Are you going to do anything as a solo artist?’ I’d have said absolutely not.”

We know he was thinking to become a songwriter after 1D, but I'm glad he decided to try again and do a solo career because I honestly couldn't imagine an alternate universe where Louis music didn't exist.

I'm happy that over the last two years on tour he has whitness the power and impact his voice and music has in so many fans around the world, at the same time that also had help him to be even more confident in him as an artist and as a singer.

Louis' voice is special, unique, powerful and his songs has the ability to go direct to your heart and mind. I'm thankful for Louis ability to identify his talent and to keep believing in himself.

#essay ramblings #louis tweets #louis interviews #elvis duran #there is nothing better than a confident louis #thoughts about louis #louis tomlinson

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nalyra-dreaming · 24 days

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I'm sorry but I can't believe sex in ep6 even topic of discussion.

1)Why would they go to such lengths and spend their time and resources on making floaty sex, if it didn't mean anything and didn't serve any purpose? What purpose did it serve? Well, the first and last time we also saw floaty sex in ep1 and it was clear representation of connection and pleasure that sends you flying to Saturn and back. So, logically, ep6 sex too supposed to show connection and pleasure.

2) Next point (i'm not sure about this one tbh): perhaps there's one more parallel to ep1 scene - Louis "didn't consider himself a homosexual at that time" and we see cut to him having enthusiastic sex. In ep6 he was telling Daniel about being numb and we have cut to him PARTICIPATING in sex and not just lying there like a corpse.

3) They literally included Lestat stopping and checking on Louis and not doing anything before Louis kissed him. He noticed that Louis wasn't mentally there and stopped. Clear indication that Lestat wanted CONSENSUAL sex, if he truly didn't care he would just proceed to fuck Louis because Louis wasn't stopping him.

4) Give Louis a little agency, would you?(general you, not you, Nalyra) As I said, we didn't have any indication that Louis wad pressured into it, that lestat didn't care about Louis' consent and pleasure. Just because you're depressed doesn't mean you're incapable of making decisions. Louis' kiss was him reassuring lestat that he's here with him. He KNEW that lestat needed reassurance to proceed. Lestat can't read Louis' mind, he can't be 100% if Louis wants it or not, so he has to rely on what Louis TELLS him with words and body language. Louis told lestat with his actions that he wants him to proceed. That's Louis' decision, like it or not

5) I know fandom likes to act like Claudia is mentally 14 forever, but for majority of story she's grown woman. I'm actually not sure if she truly thinks Louis wouldn't mind her being in his head while they're having sex or she's actively disregarding his boundaries (that he didn't establish) but there's fact: it's weird. Maybe she thinks she's helping Louis to "cope" with sex because she's projecting her trauma with Bruce on Loustat (which is understandable!) but for me Louis' sounds uncomfortable, and resigned, half-heartedly trying to deflect Claudia. "Anywhere sounds like nowhere" - for me it was clear that he doesn't really want to leave and doesn't want to have this conversation but he fails to say it outright and shut down Claudia. So he just makes up excuses not to leave, avoids telling NO, and blocks his mind when Lestat notices that something is wrong.

So, my point, that cut from Bruce to Lestat was Claudia's mind coming to comparison. She thinks Louis does it to appease lestat, she's probably tries to help telling Louis about her escape plan, she views Louis' reluctants as fear of Lestat and that's it, when probably main reason is Louis simply not wanting to leave.

I'm so sorry for long essay, hope you don't mind! Love your work and blog:)

:) Glad you like.

And yeah... I cannot believe we're at this point again/still either.

Exactly. This is a deliberate thing, a deliberate connection to the best sex Louis had. As said before, it carries meaning.

Well, I mean, there are a lot more instances of Louis saying something and the show showing us something else. Or vice versa. That is... exactly the point. Louis is telling the tale for an effect. And that effect was to lead to the justified "murder night". But the why will be part of season 2.

I know

Louis is (not just) depressed because of Lestat. He is deep in the rite of passage. He addresses that on the bench. And yeah.. for some reason Louis' never gets his agency in these discussions. Because he could have moved away. He could have left. But he did not want to. He stayed right there, in Rue Royale during those 6 years (for example). Where Lestat could find him. But I digress. Louis does have agency, indeed. And it is often dismissed for some reason -.-

Claudia's thinking is very black and white, pun not intended. It's stark contrast. She hates and loves with the full power of puberty, at all times, no matter her mental age. Her hatred for Lestat colors her perception of Louis' love for him - she just cannot imagine Louis loving him. Oh she understands it. But to her Lestat is like Bruce, the worst of the worst, and she cannot fathom that there are actually vampires out there... who are much, much worse. That is part of the horror, that she just cannot... imagine, because ultimately Lestat and Louis raised her as a child and then a loved family member - not as a coven member. She has no point of reference, unfortunately. And no, Louis neither wants to have that conversation (but he is too nice to shut it down), nor does he want to leave. And that just... flies right over her head.

Neither Claudia nor Louis actually fear Lestat, and definitely not even after the fight. The car scene made that quite clear, imho.

Oh, they are angry at him, and justified in that anger. But fear? Nope.

#Anonymous #asks #ask nalyra #amc iwtv #iwtv #amc interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire amc #iwtv amc #iwtv 2022 #interview with the vampire #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #loustat #iwtv claudia #claudia de lioncourt #episode 6 #floaty sex

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shall-we-die · 9 months

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Hello! I love your moriarty the patriot jealousy headcanon! Can you make more headcanon about them? If I can give some request, can you please make headcanon about how moriarty characters show love to their crush or s/o or you can make other headcanon about them too because I would like whatever you write about them❤️

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{Love Language}

☰[Main list]•⊰ Moriarty the Patriot

↬[A/N]•⊰ I'm glad to receive the first request from you, dear anonymous ❤

I try to post everything as fast as I can, but unfortunately my busy life prevents me from posting every day, so I apologize for the long delay in writing your request 🙏🏻

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[William Moriarty]

• William's love language is physical touch. The physical closeness to another person is what means to most to him, since he often feels isolated due to his profession, as well as his tendency to keep to himself. When someone is willing to give him even the briefest hug or the tiniest bit of physical contact, he's immediately overwhelmed with happy thoughts and feelings, as it's something he wants, yet often lacks.

• Physical touch can also make William feel comfortable in situations that are otherwise uncomfortable or stressful for him. When he feels upset or overwhelmed, it's common for him to find comfort in the arms of a loved one, even if he doesn't show it. While this can cause confusion or hurt feelings from others, they should be aware that showing their affection for him physically is the best way to reach him.

• William is a person who often has troutble expressing his emotions verbally, as he much prefers to do so in other ways. He craves verbal recognition and he thrives on words of affirmation and validation from those close to him. But he really needs physical affection to feel reassured and wanted, so he is always happy to be hugged and touched by the one he loves.

• Aside from physical touch, William also adores quality time with the people he cares about. William is a person who values quality over quantity when it comes to friendships and relationships, and he expresses this by spending lots of time with the special people in his life.

• Although he might prefer to spend his alone time doing solitary activities, that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate spending time with others. He might not be social, but just like any human, he needs to have interactions with others. Even if some of those interactions do make him a bit more anxious than he would like to admit.

[Albert Moriarty]

• Albert's love language is also physical touch. He's a very affectionate and cuddly person, and appreciates physical contact with the people he cares about. Hugs, kisses, caresses... heloves it all. Even a simple touch on the hand, the arm, etc. is enough to make him smile.

• Albert isn't afraid to show affection to the people he loves, whether that means a quick hug, a hand on their shoulder, or a playful nudge. Albert loves hugs. He loves to give them and he loves to receive them, feeling safe and comforted when he feels his arms wrapped around someone he loves or when their arms are wrapped around him.

• He may not always be forthcoming about his feelings for you or express his love in words, but you can rest assured he has a soft spot for you if he regularly touches you. It makes him feel safe and gives him comfort and confidence. Albert is an experienced lover, he knows how to woo a lady, and when he's in a more, well, intimate position with a partner, he isn't one to skimp on the compliments.

• He is a man who loves to show off his wit and intelligence, to make their partners feel special and important. So, it stands to reason that words of affirmation and intellectual stimulation are a huge turn on for him. Hearing kind words from him is quite the privilege, so if he ever says something sweet and tender to you, hang on tight and don't let go.

[Louis Moriarty]

• His primary love language is Quality Time. He values and enjoys spending time with the people he cares about, like his older brother and closest allies (specially you). He loves and cherishes moments spent with the people he cares about. He also displays and expresses affection through doing gestures and actions. For Louis, quality time is the essential component to a happy life.

• Acts of Service is another love language of Louis. He's willing to do favors and tasks for the people he loves. Louis is quick to assist when needed, even if doing so inconveniences him. When doing tasks, he will put his own feelings aside and focus on the comfort and wellbeing of others. He will even push himself beyond his own limits if it means helping people he cares about.

• Louis also displays acts of service as a way of expressing affection. Although Louis may not be the most outgoing or extroverted individual, he shows love and affection by helping others. He feels satisfaction and happiness when completing tasks for others, as he values helping others and considers it important to a wholesome life.

• Louis will be appreciative and thankful when his lover or loved ones display acts of service towards him. He will feel loved and respected, knowing that they appreciate and consider him as important enough to help and do favors for. However, he might feel a little bit embarrassed or shy to have his affection and kindness reciprocated.

• Although Louis Moriarty may not be the greatest in words of affirmation, he does appreciate and value them from his loved ones. He's not someone who displays his emotions outwardly but he does feel happy and appreciated when receiving words of affirmation from his loved ones. These words and verbal affirmations are important to Louis as he values honesty and sincerity.

[Sebastian Moran]

• Sebastian's love language is "quality time". He prefers spending quality time with his loved ones, rather than receiving or giving gifts or words of affirmation.

• Sebastian values the time, attention, and affection of the people he cares about through spending quality time together. He appreciates when his loved ones give him their undivided attention; be it on a date, having a conversation, or simply spending time together. Additionally, he also shows his love by giving others the attention they crave and deserve.

• Sebastian also appreciates words of affirmation, as he values being appreciated. He values both external and internal validation and acknowledgement. Additionally, he also enjoys physical touch, as physical affection shows his love for and proximity with someone.

• Sebastian appreciates people showing their love by performing acts of service for him. While he doesn't necessarily require these actions to feel loved, there is a sense of pride and appreciation that Sebastian derives from it. He can be rather self-reliant; however, when people take the initiative to perform acts of service, it lets him know just how much others value his presence.

• Sebastian would also perform acts of service for his loved one. He is capable of cooking, cleaning, and performing other tasks to show his affection. While he may not be the most domestic individual, Sebastian will happily assist his loved one if they wish to take a break or require assistance. He will also help others if required; however, he values when others extend the same courtesies towards him.

[Sherlock Holmes]

• Sherlock's love language is intellectual stimulation. Not the easiest to understand, but Sherlock finds nothing more attractive than an engaging mind, whether that's engaging in intelligent conversation, playing chess, or even just a friendly debate. Having someone who can keep him on his toes and challenge him mentally has always been important to Sherlock.

• When it comes to love and affection, Sherlock is a tricky one indeed. He doesn't show his love much at all, but when he does, it is in the form of acts of service and quality time. He will go out of his way to make sure those he cares about are taken care of. And on the rare occasion that he does express his love, it is through physical touch.

• Sherlock would say his love language is "Acts of Service." Though he likes gifts and physical touch, it's the act of someone doing something nice for him that really speaks to him. When people go out of their way to help him, or make something easier for him, he feels truly loved.

• Sherlock is not one to express his thoughts and feelings often or easily. When it comes to love, the man is even more closed off than usual. But there are those rare moments where he decides to let his guard down, and when he does, it is through acts of service and quality time spent together. In his eyes that's the only way that is truly worthy of the love he feels. As cold and distant as he may seem, his love runs deep.

• Sherlock is very hard to read, as stated many times above, and he doesn't go around openly expressing his feelings. But he will go out of his way to make sure those he cares about are taken care of, even at his own expense. This can include providing resources and emotional support, or helping with errands and tasks.

[John Watson]

• John's love language is verbal affirmations. He is always looking for reassurance or a kind word, and he loves to hear compliments and sweet nothings from the one he loves. He also loves words of encouragement, and he appreciates when his partner tells him how much they trust and believe in him.

• John is someone who thrives on positive affirmations. He enjoys feeling loved and appreciated by the people around him, and he is always looking for approval and acceptance. In relationships, it is very important to him that his partner expresses their love and appreciation for him through words of affirmation.

• He values verbal reassurance and likes to hear compliments and sweet nothings from his partner. However, he doesn't just rely on words alone to show his affection - he also appreciates acts of service, quality time and physical touch as ways to express his love and care.

• John is someone who enjoys physical affection. He appreciates the comfort and connection that comes with physical touch, and he feels deeply loved when he is embraced by the one he loves. He likes to hold their hand, give them spontaneous hugs and kisses, and show them how much they mean to him through small gestures of physical affection.

• However, he is also someone who values his personal space and he doesn't always appreciate being surprised with unwanted physical touch.

#𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚘𝚡–[📮]#𝚂𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜–[📩]#moriarty the patriot x reader #moriarty the patriot headcanons #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #william moriarty x reader #albert moriarty x reader #louis moriarty x reader #sherlock holmes x reader #john watson x reader #sebastian moran x reader

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happy74827 · 2 months

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Prisoner of Love

[S6! Mike Ross x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Making the effort to explain himself, Mike certainly has a lot on his plate, including breaks, not just from jail.

WC: 3205

Category: Slight Angst, Slight Fluff

This was an intrusive thought that I just wrote up last night… so, enjoy! (thanks for your wonderful feedback @yoursacredqueenmother)

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“Mike?”

You were in utter shock to see your friend Mike standing in front of you. Your best friend, the one person who always seemed to be there for you no matter what had turned out to be not only a complete fraud but also now a criminal. You were in such a state of disbelief that you hadn't realized you were standing there, looking at him, with your mouth agape and eyes wide.

After you said his name, you didn't know what else to say. Mike stood there with his hands on the door frame, not wanting to take one step forward and risk coming inside your apartment. He looked nervous, his head darting all over, trying to avoid eye contact with you. His breathing was quick and short as if he had just run a marathon, and his lips were pressed into a fine line, which meant that he was thinking of something to say.

Mike was arrested, he was in jail for two years because of a plea deal, and now here he was, standing in front of you only weeks later like it was any other day.

The silence was killing you. Mike still wouldn't make eye contact, and you were starting to feel the anger boil up inside of you. You felt betrayed. You had spent almost four years working at Pearson-Hardman with him and Rachel, and you considered yourself friends with him and his “on a break” girlfriend, so this came as a huge shock to you. You never saw him as a fraud, never would have suspected it in a million years, but here he was—a liar, a con artist, and now a fugitive.

Mike finally looked up at you, and the first thing he noticed was the tears forming in your eyes. Seeing you cry hurt him, but not as much as the words that came out of your mouth.

"Go away."

His eyes gave away the fact that he clearly was expecting this, but that didn't mean it hurt any less. The blue turned a dark gray, the way they always did when he was upset, and his eyes fell back down to the floor.

"Look, I— I’m not here to make excuses. I know that I just… Don’t you even care to know why I’m here? What happened to me?" He asked, finally finding the strength to keep eye contact.

"Could be more bullshit," you said, folding your arms across your chest and leaning against the door. You didn’t want to admit that you did want to know what happened to him. You were concerned; of course, you were. That was part of the reason you were so upset with him. Even after all that he put you through, the worry for him was still there.

"Can I at least explain myself?" Mike asked, and you rolled your eyes at his question.

"You already did, Mike. Well, everyone except me, apparently. You, Rachel, Harvey, Jessica, Louis. All of you knew about this, but I didn't. And why is that?"

"I told you I didn't want you to get involved," Mike replied. “You don’t deserve to go down for my mistakes. It was selfish of me to do that, I know that, but I thought I was protecting you."

"Yeah, well, you just stabbed me in the back instead," you said.

"Can I come inside? I only have so much time before—"

"Oh, so you’re protecting me again?" You asked, not waiting for an answer. "By breaking out of prison and coming to my place. I don't even want to think about what would happen to me if someone found out I'm hiding a fugitive!"

"I’m not—” Mike took a second to compose himself and start again. He couldn’t blame you for being so mad, not after everything he did. "I didn’t break out. I got released… sort of. It’s a bit messy, but to sum it up, I’ve got six hours with an ankle monitor."

"Then why are you here? Why not with Harvey?" You asked. "Or Rachel? I'm sure she’d be glad to see you, and she's better equipped to handle this."

"’Cause we need to talk. Now, can you let me inside, please? I’m feeling a little exposed out here," he said, his hand motioning towards the outside hallway.

Jokes. Of course, he would use jokes at a time like this.

“… Fine. You have an hour, tops. Then you have to leave," you said, taking a step back to let him inside.

Mike wasted no time stepping into your apartment, and as soon as you shut the door, his hands were on your shoulders, and he was pulling you into him. Your eyes went wide, and you had no idea what was going on. It was only when you felt his wet cheek against your own that you realized he was crying.

"I missed you," Mike said. “So so much."

It was like your brain went on autopilot, and suddenly, your arms were around him, and you were squeezing him tight. It was like nothing had changed. It was like no time had passed since you had last seen him, and it was so overwhelming that it had brought tears back to your eyes.

"I missed you too," you said, your voice quiet and barely above a whisper.

Mike pulled away from the hug but still had his hands on your shoulders. He was smiling at you, and his eyes were no longer that dark gray they were before but back to that bright blue.

"I’m sorry I never got to explain why I did what I did," Mike started, his voice a little shaky. "I wanted to tell you, I really did, but I couldn't. I didn’t want to put you in that position."

"But you were able to tell Rachel, Donna, and even Louis?" You asked.

"To be fair, Rachel figured it out on her own, and Donna knew from the moment I started working at Pearson-Hardman."

"What about Louis?"

"That was a whole different thing," Mike said, chuckling a bit. "He was a bit… theatrical, to say the least."

"But that still doesn't explain why you were able to tell them but not me."

At this, he looked away from you, his head turning and looking out the window. The night sky was beautiful, the way the full moon shone, and how the city lights made everything glow, including his face. The reflection of the moon against his skin made his eyes stand out, and the streetlights made him look like he was glowing.

"I knew you would understand," he finally said. "You would be the one person to listen to me and actually give me a chance, and I was afraid of that. If I had told you, I would've been afraid of what would've happened, and I would've probably ended up convincing myself to leave."

"Leave and do the right thing," you said.

"Maybe. But it doesn't matter. I'm here now, and we're talking," he said, the corners of his mouth turning up into a small smile. “I’m making up for it now."

"Yeah, yeah," you said, rolling your eyes. You couldn't help but smile as well.

"But, there's one other reason why I didn't tell you. And it's not because I didn't trust you, because I trust you more than anyone. It's just that I— I—" Mike stopped himself, taking a moment to figure out his words. His eyes were looking everywhere, but at you, and the more he avoided your gaze, the more concerned you became. "I just, I wanted to protect you. Because I—"

Before he could finish, a knock came from the door. Mike looked at the clock, and the time read 2:04 AM. Who would be visiting at this time? You didn't have to wonder long as Mike's watch started to beep, and the knock became a more forceful bang.

"Mike, let's go!" Someone yelled from the other side of the door. A very familiar voice, too.

"Who is that?" You asked.

Mike ignored your question, instead walking towards the door. His hand was on the knob, and he took a deep breath, preparing himself.

The door flew open as soon as he opened it, and a very angry Harvey Specter stood on the other side.

"Where the hell have you been?" He asked.

"Calm down, Harvey. I was with her," Mike said, motioning towards you. "We were catching up."

"Catching up? Mike, do you not care about getting out of this mess or not? I told you I had a plan, but if you go running off on your own, it's not gonna work."

"Oh, is this another one of your great plans? The ones I get left out of?" You asked, moving past Mike and standing between him and Harvey.

Mike practically face-palmed himself when he heard you speak up. This was definitely not the way he planned things to go. Just as he finally was on the path of making things right, things went downhill once again.

"I would be happy to explain the details of the plan to you if someone," he glanced over at Mike, who looked down at his feet, "cared to follow it. Now, can we get going? The car and Cahill are waiting."

"Five minutes, Harvey.”

"Mike,” Harvey said, his tone showing how frustrated he was becoming.

"Five. Minutes."

Another minute was wasted with the two men staring each other down, and the air was filled with tension. It was a stare-off, and neither seemed like they were going to back down. You stood there, watching and wondering whether you should make an escape or not, but were too intrigued to move.

Harvey broke the silence with a sigh, his head dropping.

"Fine. But if you aren’t downstairs in five minutes, I'm dragging your ass down whether you like it or not."

And with that, Harvey turned around and walked away with that sense of confidence he always seemed to have. You watched him until he turned the corner, and when you turned back, Mike was smiling.

"What are you smiling about? Your best friend is still mad at you," you said. It came out more sarcastically than you had hoped, but you didn't really care at this point.

“Are you? Still mad, I mean," he asked, ignoring your snarky remark. “It seems like you aren’t."

"I am. I still feel hurt, but I can't stay mad at you. You know how much I suck at staying mad at people," you said.

"It’s a problem, yeah."

"Hey!" You exclaimed, hitting him on the shoulder.

"Well, it is. You have a tendency to let people walk all over you and forgive them for the shitty things they do. Which, might I add, is not always the right thing to do."

"So, I shouldn’t forgive you? Logic isn’t really logicking, Michael," you said, raising an eyebrow and smirking.

"It is, and that’s not a real word," Mike laughed. “Besides, Michael? When did that start happening?”

"You’re the one with the photographic memory. Shouldn’t you know?"

Now you were both laughing. Like the good old days, the two of you would sit in his office or at his apartment, cracking jokes and laughing about the most ridiculous things: movies, TV shows, music, whatever.

You missed this. You missed him.

"I have to go," Mike said, the smile not leaving his face.

"Yeah," you said, the same sad smile on your lips. “Hey, is uh… is prison any fun?"

"Why, you wanna come visit?" Mike asked, chuckling a bit. You could tell he was faking his laugh, though. He was putting up a front, trying to seem like everything was okay when it clearly wasn’t.

"No, I mean… You’re okay, right? Harvey’s been talking about this Gallo guy, and it seems pretty bad," you said.

"I’m okay. I’ll be okay," Mike said, placing his hands on your shoulders. You couldn't help but notice how cold his hands were, and he couldn't help but notice the sadness in your eyes.

"Don’t look at me like that," he said.

"Like what?"

"Like that. The thing that you do when you know that something bad is going to happen," Mike said.

"You can't know that for sure," you said, your eyes not meeting his.

"But I do. Look at me."

You lifted your head, and his eyes bore into yours. It was almost as if he was trying to look straight into your soul.

"I will be fine. I promise. As long as you're not mad at me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Can you do that for me?"

"Of course, Mike," you said, staring into his blue eyes. They were brighter than ever despite the situation.

Mike's hand reached up to cup your cheek, and at first, you thought he was just wiping away a tear, but he didn’t move. He just kept his hand there, and his gaze never left yours.

"Mike..."

He was staring at your lips, and his eyes had a look in them you had never seen before. It was almost like a hunger, a longing for something.

"Yeah?" He asked, his voice just as quiet.

"What are you doing?"

Mike moved his head closer to yours, and the distance between you was getting shorter.

"Mike," you said again, and he finally looked back into your eyes. The longing look was still there, but this time it was more prominent, and there was a slight fear. “What about Rachel?"

Mike's thumb stroked your cheek, and he let out a long breath, closing his eyes.

"She knows."

"Wha—"

But you couldn't finish because, in a split second, Mike's lips were on yours. His kiss was soft, and his hands were pulling you in closer. Your arms found their way around his neck, and one hand ran through his hair, which was much shorter than before. It didn’t take long for him to part his lips and allow your tongue to meet his.

Your heart was racing, and the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy. This wasn’t like any of the other kisses you had before, not like the quick, rushed kisses you shared with your ex or the ones that felt like dead weight against your lips.

This kiss was perfect. A well-crafted masterpiece that was made to make you feel loved. You didn’t realize just how badly you needed a kiss like this. You didn't know that was what was missing, but now that you had it, you realized how empty you were without it.

And when the two of you finally pulled apart, Mike was smiling. It was a big, genuine smile that lit up his face and made his eyes bright. It was a look that could light up a dark room.

"Rachel and I talked a lot while I was inside, and we decided that... that she deserved better. I couldn’t give her the life that she deserved. She was still stuck with me, even when I was away. We were both miserable, and it was time to put an end to it," he said, and a sad smile made its way onto his face.

"So…”

"She's okay. Really. She also knows about how much you mean to me, and she's okay with this."

"Really?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"She also told me a wonderful piece of information about how you apparently love me."

"You did not just—"

"I did, and now we have to talk about that."

"Nope," you said, popping the 'p.' "You have a prison to go to and a plan to complete. So, get going. You've already wasted enough time."

"Aw, but I love talking about how much you like me," he said, a teasing smile on his face.

"Out."

Mike's smile widened, and he gave you one last quick kiss.

"Okay. I'm going."

Mike took a few steps towards the door, but then turned back to look at you. He didn't say anything, but instead just stared. He didn't have that hungry look in his eyes anymore, but a more content look.

Like he was taking in the last few moments he would have with you. A picture in his mind to cherish, and to remember you by.

"Mike?"

He took a deep breath, and looked at the floor, preparing himself for the next few moments.

"I don’t regret anything. And, if I had a chance to go back and do things differently, I wouldn’t change a single thing. Except maybe not getting caught," Mike said, his laugh coming out dry. "But, besides that, I don't regret any of it. Everything that happened, the people I've met, and the things I've done. The only thing I regret is not telling you sooner… about my feelings. How much I care for you. But, I want you to know that, I would do everything a million times over. If I knew that, in the end, it would lead me here, to this moment, with you, I would do it.”

He paused, and took another breath. It was clear he was struggling with his words, and the way he was looking at the ground showed that he was trying his best not to cry.

"I just wanted to tell you all of this before I go because I don’t know what will happen next. When I see you next, you know? I'm I just— I needed you to know, and I hope that, wherever I end up, and whatever happens, I’m glad we worked things out. At least, a little bit.”

You just stared. You knew Mike could feel your eyes on him, and that he probably didn’t like the silence, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. Instead, you just took in everything that was him.

He was standing in the doorway, his hands in his pockets. He looked so casual, despite the fact that he was about to go off to prison… well, not at that moment— but soon. It was like it was a normal day, and he was just hanging out with his friends.

His blue eyes were no longer on the floor, and instead were back on you. He gave you one last small, sad smile, before turning around and leaving the apartment.

You watched as he turned the corner and disappeared from your view. It was quiet, the only sounds were your own breathing and the sounds from the city below. You could hear the cars driving by, and the faint sound of sirens in the distance.

Everything was so different now. Everything was so strange.

Before, your world revolved around Mike. No matter what, he was always there. He was the thing that held you together and what tore you apart. And, for the past couple of months, everything had fallen apart. You were in a state of chaos, and nothing was right.

And yet, in just a matter of minutes, everything changed.

You weren’t sure if everything would work out, and you weren't sure what the future held. But, at least now, things were back to how they should be.

Or as close as they could be.

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melanieph321 · 10 months

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Can you write something about Ruben based on “Beautiful liar” by Beyoncé&Shakira? I don’t think he is that kind of guy but I don’t know why I though about him while listening it😂

Yeah, so this request is too good to be a one shot. I'm making it into a three part series!⭐️⭐️⭐️

Ruben Dias x Reader - Beautiful Liar Part 1/3

Enjoy!

"You snore when you sleep, did you know that?"

"I don't." You muttered.

Rubens hands moved under the bed covers, caressing and grouping your naked body.

"You're gonna be late for work."

He grinned. "Let me work on you first."

It had been your first time spending the night. Sex with Ruben was just as you expected, eager and a bit needy. His egerness and need for your body showed long into the early morning. Who knows, you two might have been fucking each other all night.

"Ruben, go!" You groaned. But he rolled on top of you in a pathetic attempt to get a quicky in before work.

"Five more minutes."

He traced sloppy kisses down your body, his head disappearing beneath the duvet.

"Fuck."

His hands spread your legs like butter whilst his tounge swirled your clit like a popsicle.

"You can leave whenever, no stress."

Following a hot shower together, you found yourself in Ruben's kitchen. He was getting dressed for work, whilst you sat nibbling on a cluster of sweet grapes.

"What, no making me breakfast?"

He turned to you, his shirt yet buttoned and a sloppy black tie hanging around his neck.

"Seems like your eating me up right now." He smiled. Your eyes were sinfully scoping out his sculptured body.

"Ha ha, very funny."

"Besides..." He said, working the buttons on his shirt. "I've already had my breakfast this morning. It was delicious."

You held your chuckle, thighs pressing together underneath the table. The sensation of him was still there, Ruben and his slippery tounge.

"Have a nice day at work." You said. He came over to the kitchen Island where you sat, tilting your head back by slightly pulling your hair.

"God you're so sexy." He said and kissed you lips.

"Thanks, you two."

He chuckled "Don't forget to lock the door when you leave. The key is in the little pot by the door.

"Okay, I will."

Your day was much slower than Rubens. Working from home was usually a bore, but Rubens apartment had a nicer view than yours.

You asked yourself if this was supposed to be a one night stand? Ruben had been very relentless about his attraction to you ever since you stepped into his office two months ago. It had gone all down hill from there. Telling him that you didn't date colleagues, let alone your boss' assistant only seemed to make him what you more. Forbidden love. Which hopless romantic hadn't fallen into that trap before? You were glad however, that Ruben had respected you needs to take things slow. He neither saw you as a tease or a office cunt for making him wait two months to get with you.

"Shoot!"

It was around lunchtime. You were headed towards your favorite café in Manchester, when you realized that you had forgotten your purse at Ruben's. You had no intention on going back there once you left. It would be better for Ruben not to hear from you in a while. This way rumors around the office would seize to spread. Nevertheless you needed your purse and Ruben had already told you where the spare key was. Your reaction though, stepping into his apartment and finding another woman in there, a pregnant one at that.

"Hello?" She smiled. "Can I help you?"

She was surprisingly calm for a woman being met by a stranger looking for a purse.

"Um...I just forgot my purse." You said, unsure how to introduce yourself to the woman. Was she Rubens sister, in that case had Ruben told her about you?

"Oh, this one?" She held up the bag in front if her, looking admirable at it. After all, it was your finest Louis Vuitton. Ruben got it for you on your birthday.

"Yes. Thank you." You stepped forwards to grab the bag, forcing yourself not to stare at the womas bloated belly.

"Are you Rubens assistant?" She asked, with a hand to her stomach. The ring on her finger was beautiful. You were a bit of a jewelry enthusiasts so seeing a fine diamond like that always caught your attention.

"No, I'm his....his...we work together. I'm his colleague." You didn't know who this woman was, she could be working for HR for all you know. You and Ruben had agreed to keep things on the low, at least until you switched office next month.

"How nice to finally meet one of Ruben's coworkers. I barely know what he does for a living. " The woman laughed, her laughter seemed to lift the whole apartment. She was beautiful, you thought. Plump lips and thick brown hair.

"Well, I couldn't tell you." You chuckled. "Other than being my boss assistant I barely know anything myself."

It was true, you weren't even sure when and if Ruben had lunch breaks.

"You're funny." The woman said, stretching out a hand for you to greet.

"Y/N."

"Y/N, how beautiful. I'm Charlotte Dias, Rubens wife."

A moment of silence, as time seemed to collapse around you.

"C...come again?"

"I'm Charlotte Dias, Ruben's wife?"

His pregnant wife.

The woman looked at you with furrowed brows. "Haven't Ruben told you about me?

"Um...no, no he hasn't." You felt lightheaded and a sudden need to vomit.

"Is everything okay hun?" Charlotte stepped forward, her hands looking ready to catch you if you fell.

Your steps were wobbly, however you had to get out of there.

"I'm sorry I..." You moved to the door, fumbling with its handle.

"Wait, do you need me to..."

The door slammed shut behind you before Ruben's wife could finnish her sentence. Coming down the elevator, you stepped onto a busy street, feeling like you've gone crazy. Ruben had been lying to you. Lying to you about everything. You felt a need to hold in your tears but the pain that came with it was unbearable to withstand and so you weeped. Right there on the busy street you sat down on the sidewalk and weeped. How could he do this to you? That fucking liar.

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