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lightsoutletsgo · 1 month

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names the f1 drivers would call their partner ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

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warnings: cheesy cringy fluff I just thought this was a cute little idea so I decided to turn it into a whole post of it's own! I noticed that I've kind of started assigning names to specific drivers just because that's the vibe I get from them! as always this is entirely personal opinion. happy reading! mimi ₊˚❀.ೃ࿔*:･ it isn't all the drivers bc I don't write for the entire grid but if you wanted to see one driver in particular then pls send in a request and I'll see what I can do!

cl.16 ❀⋆. ࿐࿔ Ma belle (my beautiful or my lovely) Simple and sounds divine when it rolls off the tongue with the French accent! Charles can't remember when he first called you the name because it's all he ever calls you! He adores the way you smile when you hear it and knowing you like it just as much as he does makes him say it again and again and again.

"Ma belle" is the first thing you hear as your eyes slowly blink open in the morning light. You smile happily with a hum as Charles' lips press against your cheek slowly, "Good morning ma belle, how did you sleep hmm?" With a giggle you roll over to look at him properly, "You know I always sleep better when you're home, handsome." You poke his nose gently and it scrunches up before he's pulling you into his arms, hating that you're not as close as possible to him, "Well then ma belle, let's sleep a little longer..."

cs.55 ❀⋆. ࿐࿔ Princesa (princess) It's classic and sweet without being too cringy! Carlos originally started calling you princesa as a joke but found that he actually quite liked it. You're his princess and so giving you that title only made sense! Carlos swears his heart melts when you pout up at him and he realises all over again he's more than happy to keep calling you his princess.

"Carlooooos!" You whined, "My feet hurt..." You pouted as you squatted down on the pavement, unable to take another step. "Princesa..." Carlos sighed, "I told you those shoes would hurt your feet." You stared up at him, bottom lip jutting out, "I can't walk anymore..." Carlos chuckled and rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip gently, "Here, princesa," He guided you up and over to a nearby bench before kneeling in front of you. You sighed as his warm hands eased your shoes off of your feet, "Better?" You nodded, "I'm going to get the car, it's just around the corner okay?" You smiled at him, "Thank you." "Of course princesa... And when we get home I'll run you a bath and give you a foot rub, okay?"

ln.4 ❀⋆. ࿐࿔ Sunshine Cute and different. Lando has many names for you that all depend on both of your moods and the situation; jellybean, pretty girl, babe, mamas, peach, but sunshine is his favourite. He tells you it's because you're his little piece of Monaco sunshine when he's far away from home and missing you. He draws his inspiration from lazy mornings spent with you in the bed of your shared Monaco apartment, the sun dappling soft patterns on your skin as his lips chase the sunlight.

"Hi sunshine..." You giggle as Lando's scruff tickles your bare shoulder, relishing in the way his lips trace a line of soft kisses across your back as the sunlight pours in through the floaty net curtains. You roll over and loop your arms around his neck, "Good morning gorgeous..." You nuzzle your nose into his and he presses a kiss to your cheek, humming happily as the sun warms the room. "What are your plans for the day?" He asks, desperately hoping that they revolve around him, you contemplate for a moment before rolling over on top of him, "Nothing at all!" Lando finds himself breathless as he gazes at you, the morning light highlighting the colour of your eyes, the glow of your skin and making your lips look so damn kissable. He knows that when he's far away from home, this is what he'll remember. His own slice of heaven and his very own sunshine.

op.81 ❀⋆. ࿐࿔ Angel sweet and gives you butterflies! Is very nice to hear in all sorts of settings and moods... The first time he saw you, Oscar thought you looked like an angel and though it took him a while to pluck up the courage to call you angel for the first time, it's now the name he always uses for you! Even when you're not around he still refers to you as his angel (much to Lando's annoyance because he thinks you two are icky sometimes).

"Hey angel!" You gave a watery smile at your boyfriend through the call, hating that he was so far away, "have you been crying?" You nodded slowly, knowing how guilty Oscar felt leaving you behind. "I'm sorry angel... Hey," he said lowly, "I left one of my hoodies in your wardrobe, why don't you go grab it?" Following his instructions you grabbed the hoodie and cuddled into bed, holding it up to your nose and desperately trying to imagine he was there with you, "You look so cute angel..." You giggled, "Even when I'm all teary and snotty and sad?" "Especially then!" He beamed back at you, "Who you talking to Oscah?" You heard his teammate's voice drift through the phone, "Just talking to my angel." Oscar cooed, earning a groan from Lando that had you and Oscar bursting into giggles, "You're not even here in the same room and you're still being mushy!"

ls.2 ❀⋆. ࿐࿔ Baby Simple and understated Logan likes to keep things simple but sweet and so baby is his go-to name for you. He's worked out that it suits a variety of situations and moods whether you're feeling happy, down, excited, angry or... needy. 'Baby' is usually followed up with a quick smooch to the cheek or forehead.

"Babyyyy?" Logan dragged out the last syllable, sitting next to you on the couch, "Babe? You can't stay mad at me forever!" He whined, flopping down onto the pillows. "My last brownie Logan. The last one." You hmmphed, crossing your arms for emphasis, "Baby I'm sorry! I didn't realise it was the last one..." You looked at Logan who now sat up next to you looking very dejected. You sighed, "It's okay," "Thank you so much baby," he kissed your cheek, "I will never eat your brownies again no matter how many are there." You giggled as he gave a mock salute, "Now, go put your shoes on baby, we're going to go and get more brownies!"

gr.63 ❀⋆. ࿐࿔ My love Classic and to the point! It’s sweet without feeling like too much. With or without the ‘my’ it still feels intimate.George knew not long after you’d started dating there would never be any other name for you. He loves saying it even when you’re out and around other people, it’s not too much that it’s cringy or awkward but it lets people know just how important you are to him. Sometimes he’ll drop the ‘my’ and just call you love, but even that is enough to have your cheeks heating up and to make you bite your bottom lip through a smile.

“My love?” You heard George call out as the door to your shared apartment opened, “In the kitchen!” You called back, hurrying around to make sure everything was ready for dinner. “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” You whirled around to see George standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. You smiled fondly at him as he approached you, pulling you into his arms and settling his hands on your waist, “You look beautiful my love, is this the dress you bought with Lily the other day?” You nodded, looping your arms around his neck and leaning up to peck his lips, “It is, speaking of, is she here?” George nodded, “Yeah, they’re in the dining room.” You squealed with excitement and untangled yourself from George to run to Lily, after the squealing and hugging had died down, George poked his head out of the kitchen, “Do you want me to bring the plates in here love?” Alex laughed shaking is head at George, “You’re so whipped for her.” George nodded, not even phased at Alex’s teasing, “She’s my love, of course I am.”

lh.44 ❀⋆. ࿐࿔ Darling Iconic and timeless, this name has stood the test of time. Darling sounds so good falling off of his lips. Whether it’s tinged with that slight American accent from time to time or sounds completely British, Lewis loves the way your hand always searches for his or your head drops to his shoulder once he’s said it. Lewis isn’t one for big PDA but he will always use this name, especially if he wants to check in with you mid-event or at a large gathering. Using this name is just one of the many ways he takes care of you.

“Darling,” You stopped mid-conversation with Toto and Susie as Lewis suddenly appeared behind you, his hand sliding down your arm before linking his fingers with yours and subtly pulling you to stand a little closer to him “are you feeling okay?” He knew you hated these big events, especially when he couldn’t stay by your side the whole time. You turned to look at him a sweet smile breaking across your face as you squeezed his hand, “I’m okay, I promise” He pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your head before noticing your glass was empty, “I’ll be right back darling,” He plucked your glass out of your hand and made his way to the bar, you staring after him lovingly, “The two of you are so sweet.” Your head snapped back to Susie who stood there watching you with a fond expression, you giggled, “He takes good care of me,” “You’re good for him too.” Toto acknowledged with a nod, “Here you are darling,” A hand appeared in front of you with a fresh drink, followed by Lewis. Taking the glass from him you pecked his cheek and linked your hand with his, “Thank you love.”

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saekkas · 11 months

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𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒

summary: romantically cliche things the boys do when they're in love with you.

includes: isagi, nagi, reo, yukimiya, rin, sae, kunigami, kaiser, karasu, bachira, aiku.

notes: this might just be the most lovey-dovey thing i've ever written in my life.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍: goes out of his comfort zone, does anything he can so that you're always smiling when with him, makes butterflies erupt every single time he opens his mouth.

kaiser, sae, isagi, karasu

"can't you let me see? we've been doing this for hours!"

his hands are around your face, shielding your vision. you can see nothing but darkness, only small spots of light from the gaps of his fingers. he's been nothing but romantic for the whole day, eager to celebrate your anniversary on a day off. he's taken you to a popular italian place, which he's booked under your name from two months ago, and brought you to a science and art museum that's produced more than a hundred lock screen worthy photos.

all the while keeping his hands around your eyes every time you move onto a new spot. he's determined to make this the best day of your life, and with the way it's going, he's gotten his wish.

"calm down, we're almost there." his voice is right by your ear, tone completely warm as he chuckles at the shiver it brings. "since when were you the impatient one in the relationship?"

"can you blame me? how am i supposed to know you aren't leading me into a trench in the middle of nowhere?" there's only silence, and you can only assume he's grown tired of your whining. "it's a perfectly plausible scenario and you know that. what if-"

"we're here," he says, this time whispering lowly as he stops your movements, placing his chin on your shoulder. "i hope you like it. it's my last present for today."

you blink your eyes when he finally takes away his hand, trying to get used to the onslaught of brightness. you gasp, realizing belatedly that he's taken you to the canopy of your joined apartment. he's taken two chairs from your kitchen, along with a high desk from your work room, and transformed the space into a private space for two.

"this is beautiful. i can't believe you did this for me."

his hands are warm as they trail down your waist, wrapping you snugly against his chest. you can feel the soft breath coming from his mouth, and the telltale signs of a five o'clock shadow as he nuzzles into your neck. "do you like it?"

"i love it. i love you." you stand in silence for a while, taking the time to take everything in. you snap out of your trance like state when he takes your hand, pulling you towards the seats. "thank you. you've completely made my present for you look like trash."

there's a shadow of a smile on his face, bright even under the darkness of the ink blue sky. you'd print it if you could. you'd freeze this moment, this day, so you'll get to experience it forever, in a never-ending loop, if you could.

"two tickets to meet my favorite team is far from trash, but i'll accept the compliment."

that shadow of a smile turns into a grin, and you realize you never want to experience a day without his smile for the rest of your life if you could.

the lights from nearby buildings look and feel as if fireflies, surrounding you in a peaceful hue. his eyes are a different shade today, far brighter than they usually are. his embrace far warmer.

you suppose love does that to the best of people. and you suppose you're lucky to be able to get to experience it with him.

"i have something for you."

you quirk an eyebrow as he leans down to reach for something under his seat. it's rectangular, medium-sized, nothing special looking, and yet your heart's beating against your ribcage, threatening to let loose and engulf him whole.

"i thought this whole set up was supposed to be the last?"

"i lied," he chuckles, handing the object to you with soft eyes. "open it."

the wrapping is shabby at best, and you bite your lip, both endeared and amused by his actions. you tear it gently, gasping when the cover of your favorite book looks back at you. "i..."

the cover feels smooth under your fingers, and you can only choke back a sob when you flip onto the first page, finding his scribbled writing right under the author's autograph. the next pages are similar in different ways, filled with little notes and highlighted words at the edges. his thoughts immortalized for you to read.

"you annotated a book for me?" you sniffle, wiping away the tears before they fall onto the pages. "and got the author to sign it?"

"why are you crying?" he asks out of pure sweetness, nothing but love looking back at you from his eyes. "isn't that what a guy does when he's in love with a girl?"

you only nod, still at a loss of words as he leans down another time, this time placing a cool box on the desk. "gelato?" he asks with a laugh as he places two of your favorite flavored dessert in between you. "can't have my love crying on our special day, can we?"

you learn that the gelato isn't the last surprise either. his last present comes in the form of a ring and a promise made under the night sky.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍: holds every single one of your things, will not let you move a single finger, proudly shows you off as his.

aiku, nagi, kunigami

"i have two hands too, you know?" you laugh, your shoulders shaking as you lean against the apartment door's entrance. "i can bring my own things."

you watch with thinly veiled amusement as he shakes his head with a stubborn frown. his footsteps are heavy, the added weight of all your shopping bags dragging him down slightly. you move slightly to the left, pushing the door open wider so he could enter.

"i'll get you something to drink. hold on," you say with a pointed look before making your way to the kitchen to fetch a water bottle. walking back, you giggle at the sight of him peeking into the paper bags. "here."

the palm of his hands are slightly calloused against the skin of your thighs as he all but drags you onto his lap. the couch sinks under your joined form and you raise an eyebrow when he looks up at you with puppy eyes.

"what?" you ask, slightly suspicious of the pout on his face after the few seconds of silence. "you want something don't you?"

"show me?" his tone is dripping in honey and his hands rub circles on your back as he tries to persuade you. "wanna see my girl all dolled up and pretty."

you sigh at his request, your heart weak at his show of affection. "fine. you better pay attention though."

he hums, nodding his head excitedly as you take the bags and bring them into the bedroom with you, ready for a fashion show.

"i'm not wearing every single one so i'll show you my favorites." the dress you have on is innocent, fun. one you've picked exactly for picnic dates and ice cream runs. it's a baby blue color, white lace trimming your waist with a bow to match. "what do you think?"

his eyes roam from your head down to your feet, and you blink at the silence that coats his answer. "do you not like it?"

he blinks back, as if breaking out of a gaze before he stands, leaning down to press three pecks onto your lips. you watch as he walks back to the couch, tilting your head at the coy smirk on his face. you feel dumbfounded when he waves a hand, motioning for you to try the next one.

the second outfit is far simpler. white top matched with a leather jacket and boots. there's no other sound besides the fan by the edge of the kitchen and his footsteps as he leans in to press another kiss. only two this time.

you snort when you realize when he's doing. if there's anything your boyfriend will do, it's charm you with whatever weird stunt he has up his sleeve. "you are impossible. what is this? your version of america's top model?"

"i don't hear you complaining." he walks back to his seat, watching you with lidded eyes and a small smirk filling his expression. "next one?"

you snort, changing into the last outfit for him to see. this one's far more intimate as you've bought it for special occasions. the dress is a dark maroon, it sinks down to the floor with a plunging neckline that is a wonder to the eyes. you watch as he stiffens, becking you forward with a come-hither motion on his finger.

you sway your hips as you walk, looking at him with a coy smile that he most certainly loves. before you have the chance to lean down, he shoots up, pressing three kisses on your lips, and another on your exposed chest.

his hands wrap around your waist, tilting your chin so that you meet his eyes. "next one."

"that was the last one." you quirk an eyebrow, squinting when he grins. "what?"

"try my clothes. i'll give you full scores for every outfit."

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒: gets you anything and everything that reminds him of you, reminds you of your worth every day, charming to the point that your mother wants you to marry him asap.

rin, yukimiya, bachira, reo

"hey, i know you're a big-time pro-athlete now but that doesn't mean you need to spend all your money on me."

your boyfriend has a thing for splurging. he buys things that are almost always useless and insists on gifting them to you with a big shiny bow wrapped around it. he isn't much of a spender for himself, insists on wearing his clothes until they're somehow falling off his body but with you? his pockets are loose, wallet seemingly always filled with credit cards.

an investment for the future, he calls it.

you don't know whether to laugh at the absurdity of his words or cry because this handsomely talented individual actually sees you as part of his future. he's calling you as his future. talk about sweeping a girl off her feet.

"they're pretty. i thought you'd want to see them."

the bouquet that he sent is nothing if not pretty. it's a stunning piece of work, an arrangement of many different kinds of vividly colored flowers wrapped into a huge bundle. it's hefty in your hand and you'd be lying of you said that it isn't a treat for the eyes.

"you could have taken a picture and showed it to me through text, eh?" you walk forward, smelling the flowers in your hand, and carefully place them on the desk to put in a vase later. "you didn't need to ship it all the way from paris."

you watch as the pixelated version boyfriend shrugs, a sweet smile forming on his lips at your words. it's nighttime where he's at, and it shows through the darkness of the hotel window he currently resides in. the video shakes as he holds his phone, moving away from the window and onto a bed.

"do you like it?" he asks, propping a hand behind his head and on a pillow. "the florist recommended that one for you. she said it had a special meaning."

"yeah? tell her she has amazing taste and is very kind if you ever meet her again."

he hums, eyes hazy and laced with sleep. you smile when he tries to stifle a yawn. "you should go to sleep. it's late there, isn't it?"

"it's fine." he yawns like a puppy is your first thought when he does let it out. there's an air of tiredness around him, clearly drained from practice and a match. you giggle when he yawns again, this time stretching his hands above his head like a cat. adorable. "i wanna talk to you for a bit more. i miss you."

you soften at that. "i miss you too. just three more days, right?"

he nods at that, the smile never leaving his face. the smile, you've come to realize, is reserved especially for you. "i told the florist to write a note for you too. is it there?"

you hum, placing the phone against your mug to look for it. you've been too distracted by its beauty that you never noticed the small piece of white paper that's attached to one of the flowers' stems. the first thing that catches your eye is the list of flowers the bouquet is made from and their meaning.

roses; love, warmth. dahlia; eternal love, appreciation, commitment. chrysanthemums; loyalty, happiness, joy. ranunculus; charm and attractiveness. anemones; anticipation.

the second, is the beautiful cursive handwriting that details, "i'll love you until the last one withers."

you look back to your phone, smiling brightly at him. "thank you. this means everything to me." there's an air of happiness that surrounds him at your words, his smile brightening along with yours. there's a glint in his eye that you're suspicious of, yet you don't get to call him out for it.

"i'm glad you like it. i'm gonna head in now. i'll text you in the morning, okay?" he hums, padding from his bed and turning the light off, bathing him in a moonlit glow. "call me when you wake up."

"okay." there's always a bittersweet feeling in saying good night to him, in saying temporary farewells. your shoulders slump slightly and you nod, blowing him a kiss. "night. sweet dreams. i love you."

"i love you too, angel."

the line disconnects after a few minutes of silent staring and you sigh, turning away to find a vase for your newly bought gift. it's only when you're gently placing the flowers in that you realize one's different from the others. you chuckle, holding the fake flower to your chest. picking up your phone, your fingers glide across the screen, sending him a text you hope he'll see when he wakes.

you: who knew you were such a romantic

you: i'll love you forever. thank you. you mean the world to me.

your fingers stop as you take in the flower once more, every single one of its petals has been painted a different color. it's smooth against your hand, and you grin when you lift it to your nose to sniff. it smells like him.

you: send me your hotel address. i'm sending you a gift.

you: me.

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villainousauthor · 2 months

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Part one

The Villain's brow pinches together as they overlook the data they've managed to acquire so far. Nothing made sense, they've run every test they could think of to try and discover what it was that gave the Hero their regenerative abilities, to no avail.

They almost feel bad about the poking and prodding they've had to do, one blood draw after another, tissue sampling, and more. At the very least, Hero has stopped fighting them as much these past few weeks, making their work easier.

Villain turns back to where Hero sits on the exam table, their eyes adverted, seemingly focused on some spot in the corner of the room. They gently, but firmly, grab Hero by the chin and turn their head upwards.

"Open up." The Villain's voice is quiet as they grab a new swab. "I'm going to need some more of your buccal cells."

Hero doesn't resist their hold, but speaks up in the same unserious tone they always maintain. "Use normal people words, say cheek." They always seem to have some teasing thing to say to Villain, though it mostly lacks any bite. Villain assumes this is Hero's way of maintaining some sense of control in this environment, and it's not like they mind the chatter regardless.

"If you think buccal is a complex word, I'm afraid you really aren't much more than a pretty face," Villain's tone isn't serious either, as their fingers press into Hero's jaw slightly more. "Now open up."

Hero obeys without any sass now, parting their lips so Villain can swab the inside of their mouth. Villain doesn't miss the way they lean into their touch, Hero relaxing into their hold. It's a stark contrast to how things were the first few weeks here when Villain could hardly approach Hero without getting bitten or hit. Most of the early testing from those days had to be done with Hero restrained.

Now, Hero leans into them constantly, as if they're craving another person's touch. They maintain eye contact as Villain presses close, the whole situation feeling oddly intimate. Hero's skin feels almost addictingly warm, even through the Villain's cold gloves.

Pulling away and placing the swab tip into an opened tube, Villain turns away from them, hoping to show not too much emotion on their face.

They know how touch-starved and desperate for human contact Hero is, and by God they would love to indulge them, but they want to maintain at least some sort of professionalism here, despite how deeply unethical this entire thing is. Or perhaps because of how deeply unethical it is. One less sin counted against them. To tell themselves at the very least, they're not taking advantage of Hero's loneliness while in their captivity.

They look to Hero again though as they set the test tube down, and find their will slowly chipping away, as Hero watches them with those lovely eyes that make Villain want to keep them forever.

Villain sighs, taking their gloves off and approaching them again. "You make it so difficult." Villain's cold hand comes to caress their jaw, as Hero looks at them, slightly confused by their words.

"What do you mean?" They ask as Villain's thumb goes to trace their bottom lip lightly.

"I don't know how I'm supposed to let you go when this is all said and done," Their hand wraps around to their neck, sliding through Hero's hair. "Even when I've gotten what I first stole you away for, I don't think I'll ever be quite done with you."

Villain leans forward, their lips just barely hovering above Hero's. There is no mistaking the burning fire in Villain's eyes. They seem to consider their next action for a moment before pulling away hesitantly, letting go.

They clear their throat, putting back up that wall of untouchable professionalism. "That's all for now. I'll come to collect you later for another blood draw."

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touyaspeach · 9 months

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Warmth and Lies | Gepard Landau

Tags: mutual pining, accidental confession WC: 1.2k AN: Thanks to @yarnnerdally for the request! I rolled randomly for the characters and it landed on Gepard! Summary: You deliver lunch to your crush and get hurt on the way causing him to confess his feelings unexpectedly.

It wasn't supposed to happen this way. You knew it the moment the words fell from his lips.

Throughout your years of knowing the strong, stalwart Captain, you had come to care for him, that was no doubt. But his feelings toward you, as far as you were concerned, stayed platonic, if not familial. It's fine, really. As long as you got to be a part of his life, that's what mattered more than anything to you.

Over time it had become your habit to bring him lunches and dinners during the week, a welcome warmth against the bitter cold and ruthless battle. He'd come to anticipate this little ritual, and he'd always greet you as far away from the front lines as possible in order to keep you safe. Your guardian, your protector. He took this aspect of his job very seriously.

Only, today he was late; a strategy meeting run too long. And although your path of travel was generally secure and free of fragmentum monsters, today was the unfortunate exception. A culmination of bad luck manifested in precisely the right way, at the right time, to lead to... this.

Your injuries weren't bad, so really he wasn't sure why he fussed quite so much about them. (That is the first lie.) You were fine, it really was just a scratch as you had insisted, so he had no reason to be so angry. (This is the second lie.)

The thought of you being grievously injured just to bring him lunch made him sick. Nausea swirled in his belly. He wouldn't have it. He wouldn't let you do this anymore, wouldn't let you put yourself in danger just to bring him a hot meal. It was that fear that drove you to this argument.

"I will not suffer anymore of this," Gepard said, his voice laced with restrained anger. "This has to stop now. It - it should have never begun in the first place."

His hands were fisted at his side, shaking, his grip on control loosening the tighter they coiled. His jaw was tight, the muscle popping in a way that belied just how angry he really was. How could he have been so foolish?

And truly, it wasn't fair. He'd saved you, regardless, and the scratch was from his gauntlet, not from the monster. How dare he take this tone of anger with you as if you were some frail, helpless child that needed protecting. How dare he-

"You're not being fair," your retaliation was calm, cool, and it made him grimace. You almost died, how could you remain so collected?? It baffled him.

You're right, he isn't being fair, and he knows it, and he can't figure out why it makes him so damn mad. (This is the third lie.)

"I've been bringing you food like this for years and you're going to lose your temper the first time I happen upon one of them? You do know I can take care of myself, right?"

He does know. He has known for as long as he's known you. But you shouldn't have to, he should be there to protect you-- to save you -- to be your knight. Your guard. Your--

"I'll take your silence as an agreement," you huffed, shoving the prepared box of food into his hands. "You can't stop me."

He should stop you. He should do anything within his power to stop you. He doesn't know what he'd do if he lost you. Don't you understand that? Don't you understand, "I love you."

That did stop you, mid-stride, after turning your back to him and marching toward the city. Turning back to look over your shoulder at Gepard, you really saw him for the first time today.

His head was hung low, dark circles framed his eyes, his blond hair far messier than usual. He was exhausted, he'd been on the front lines for days without rest. And he loved you.

"What?" It was all you could manage to say, turning to face him fully. Your voice was soft, emotion swelling in your throat and choking you.

"I-" he hadn't meant to say it. Hadn't acknowledged that it was true until the words spilled from his lips and poured into the air between you. He'd never admitted it to himself in all this time of knowing you. Years spent longing, yearning for you. How could he have when you were so far out of his league? So far out of his reach?

Gepard gulped, his mouth dry, his tongue too heavy to continue. It wasn't meant to happen like this. It wasn't mean to happen at all. But he'd said it, and he loved you, and it was the total, brutal truth.

By everything he knew to be holy, he loved you. He'd do anything for you, he realized, even if it meant driving you away to keep you safe. He'd do it, and he might regret it, but he'd do it anyway. If you turned your back now, rejected him, at least that meant you wouldn't endanger yourself just for... for... He looked down at the meal you'd prepared, just briefly. His favorite, of course, and it was still warm. You must've rushed here to give it to him.

He loved you, and the realization felt like the warmth of a hearthfire ignited in his chest and bloomed outward, thawing him from the inside. It chased away the bitterness from a moment ago, the anger, and filled him instead with a soft, gentle hopefulness that he'd long since suppressed. That he'd long since tried to ignore and push away.

And then, as soon as it came, it extinguished like a candle at midnight. How could someone like you ever see him in the same way? Someone so radiant and perfect and divine? Gepard pursed his lips, took a step away from you. It didn't matter, anyway. He was sure of your rejection and he wanted to get away from you as soon as possible to nurse the hurt that cut his heart to ribbons.

"Nothing," he dismissed.

"Say it again."

He started, blinked at you owlishly for a moment. Why would you want to hear it again? To laugh at him? Mock him?

"I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't say anything," another lie.

"Yes you do," you insisted, "please."

He inhaled slowly, shaking now for a different reason. Blue eyes watched you for a long moment, and you both knew that, if things were different, this moment should have been different. It should have been intimate and sweet and pregnant with love and adoration. Not this cold, bitter anger and hurt.

"I love you," he said on a sigh, and his eyes fell to the ice at his feet. How could he face your rejection head on? It hurt too badly for a love he'd only just now realized, and hadn't even had the chance to thoroughly explore. Hadn't had the chance to truly feel it's warmth before it was raked across the coals and doused in the cold of permanent winter.

Gepard's thoughts swirled like a blizzard in his mind, churning up ice and snow and burning, aching. He didn't notice you step toward him. He didn't notice you closing the distance until he felt the warmth of your palm against his cheek.

His eyes were ocean blue as he looked up at you, cerulean and clear and beautiful; and so full of everything.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this, but when your lips pressed against his, and every doubt vanished in the blink of an eye, he was glad it did.

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the-little-ewok · 9 months

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I've never done a request before! Could you do tummy kisses with a plus size reader? I'm always down for nsfw but you decide where it goes! Please and thank you 😁

- @mandinlore

Every inch of you

Santiago Garcia X Plus size F!Reader

Rating : E / 18+

Word count : 2300 (ish)

Warnings : Reader is plus size, Explicit, Oral (f- receiving), lack of body confidence, insecurities, love bites, one actual bite, quick fingering, soft Santi being soft. And I do mean soft. (Yea it's cliché. I have no regrets)

Prompt/Summary : Tummy kisses/ Santiago helps show you how perfect you are

A/N : Keep the prompts short, she says, ease yourself back into writing she says…. Hahahaha enjoy your 2k ;) I got carried away. @mandinlore

Also thank you for requesting plus size! As a curvy girl myself, I absolutely loved writing this!

Side note - if anyone (who has prompts outstanding or wants to send new requests) wants a specific reader (plus size, short girl, specific job etc) please don't feel shy about asking! I'll do my best to write it!

"Cariño, you gotta tell me what's wrong? We can take things slow if that's what you want. You already know you're in control here. But, is something else wrong?" Santi sighs, sitting back on the couch after you pushed him away, yet again, before things could go too far. You couldn't blame his reaction, not after you had been hot and cold for weeks now.

Everytime he had tried to take things further, into anything that involves you removing clothing, you had made excuses to stop. He'd always backed off without complaint, reassuring you that he'll wait until you're ready, but you know he's starting to suspect there's more that you're hiding. God damn over observant Santiago Garcia. His military training served him too well in that.

The truth was, it wasn't that you didn't want things to go too far. In fact, you wanted very much to have his body pressed up against yours, his mouth against your skin, his cock buried deep inside you.

But for that to happen he had to see your body. And that was what scared you the most.

"Hey." His voice, and his fingers gripping your chin, turning your face to force you to look at him, rips you from your thoughts.

Meeting his questioning gaze you're struck, and not for the first time, by how pretty he is. Especially now — hair tousled by your fingers, eyes bright with lust, lips kiss swollen, cheeks flushed.

It makes you want to drag him back down onto the couch and lose yourself in his kisses once more.

"Tell me where your head is at," he pleads, his gaze soft. "Whatever it is, we can talk about it.

"I don't want to take it slow," you whisper, swallowing hard, sliding your vision away from him, even as he holds your face. You focus your eyes on the coffee table, the empty glasses and half eaten snacks, the movie still playing quietly in the background. You had stopped watching some time ago when you caught him watching you more than the film.

"There's a but coming, right?" Santi prompts when you lapse into silence.

"It's just…"

It's just I don't want you to be disappointed.

It's just I don't look like your exes.

It's just I don't think you'll want me.

You trail off, struggling to find the words to explain your fears.

"It's just, what?" Santi presses, his tone still gentle as ever.

"Idontwantyoutoseeme," you mumble out quickly, flicking your eyes back to him for a split second before you look away again.

Santi lets out a sigh, although it's not one of impatience, or disappointment. It sounds more like he might be… relieved.

"That's what you're worried about? Jesus, you scared me." He gives a small chuckle, shaking his head as he takes your face in both his hands, which forces your gaze back to his. For a long moment, he studies you, a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

"You are beautiful," he states simply before his hands drop to your waist and he shifts, leaning over you and guiding you back to lie down against the couch, once more taking up his position over you, nestling himself between your thighs.

"Have you noticed what you do to me?" He asks, hammering home his point by pressing the bulge in his pants up against your core, making you gasp, despite the anxiety coiled tight in your stomach.

"With my clothes on maybe," you mumble, unable to quiet the vicious thoughts still seeping through.

"I want to see you. I want to see all of you. You don't have to hide from me," he whispers against the shell of your ear, dipping his head to place a trail of kisses down your neck.

"I don't think you'll like what you see." Even as the fear builds you can't stop the moan that steals its way from your lips as he seals his lips against your neck, sucking a mark there.

"Can I be the judge of that?" He asks, leaning up on his arms to look at you. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes." Your response comes with no hesitation. You don't even have to think about it. You do, wholeheartedly, entirely, trust him. He's done more than enough to earn that trust from you.

"I'm not going to force you into anything you don't want to do, but please trust me when I say I will love every inch of you."

The sincerity in his voice makes tears prick your eyes.

You swallow hard, still arguing with the voice in the back of your mind that tells you you aren't good enough for him, that he won't want you.

Santiago waits patiently while you muddle through your thoughts.

After a long moment, what feels like a millennia of debating, you give him a nod, and watch his smile transform into one of absolute pride.

"If you're uncomfortable at any time, stop me, okay?" He requests, and you nod again, not trusting your voice not to waiver if you answered.

He captures your lips once more in a long, slow, passionate kiss. His tongue mapping out every corner of your mouth, sliding along yours, his teeth nipping at your lower lip, keeping you breathless.

This time when his hands begin to tug the hem of your shirt up, you don't stop him.

He unpeels each layer of your clothes carefully, waiting for you to relax before he moves on to the next, almost maddeningly slow in his actions. Still, you appreciate his patience.

When you're finally fully bared, what feels like an age later, he sits back, dropping your panties to the floor as his eyes roam the flesh laid out before him.

You feel sick, dizzy with anxiety, waiting for him to realise how bad you look, how much he doesn't want you, to make excuses for you to leave.

Santiago does none of those things.

Instead, he lets out a low groan.

"Shit, you are incredible."

You could almost think he was lying, just to make you feel better, but as you look up at him, his eyes hooded, pupils blown wide, licking his lips like you were a meal he's been waiting all day for, you could actually kid yourself into believing him.

You squirm under his unwavering gaze, your hands automatically going to cover your stomach, twisting away from him.

Santi`s eyebrows pull together in a deep frown, shaking his head.

"Don't do that. Don't ever do that again. Not with me," he scolds you softly as he pries your hands away from your body, pinning them down to the couch.

Leaning over you he captures your lips, his kisses tender and loving. His hands wander your body slowly, mapping each curve as he grinds himself against your core. Each slow roll of his hips pushes the zipper of his jeans up against your clit, drawing muffled moans from your lips. Each sound you make he swallows as though they were a vintage wine, something to be savoured.

"Want to make you feel good," he slurs, finally giving you a moment to breathe. "Can I make you feel good?"

Still unable to form words, you nod, probably a little too enthusiastically, causing Santi's eyes to crinkle as he grins.

"Yeah?" He confirms, moving his kisses down to your breasts, peppering them with soft brushes of his lips. "Baby gonna be good and let me kiss her all over?"

You can feel the slick wetness pooling between your legs, the heat blazing across your skin, the blood roaring in your ears, and the ever present anxiety nipping at your thoughts, a constant companion which never seems to quiet.

Well, that is until Santi bites your nipple, turning your yelp at the sharp pain, into a moan as he soothes it with his tongue.

After that, all your thoughts, good and bad, begin to get a little hazy.

"Mmmm I like that noise," he hums, lathering your other breast with the same attention, making you struggle to catch your breath with the pleasure he was already wringing from you.

As his kisses trail lower, his lips pressing against the plush of your stomach, you can't help but try to curl in on yourself, trying to hide as much as you can in the small space of the couch.

It's a pointless endeavour. Santi's mouth pays particular attention to every part you try to twist away, or subtly hide as you move your arms.

He spends an age trailing soft kisses all the way across your stomach, before working his way back to your naval, and then down, leaving tiny love bites in his wake. A trail marking you as his over all the places you hate, before he stops, head between your already trembling thighs, looking up at you.

When your eyes meet his, he grins before he dips his head, holding your gaze as he thrusts his tongue deep inside you.

Your head slams back against the arm of the couch, your eyes squeezing shut, the image of his face buried in your pussy blazing behind your eyelids. You choke back a moan as his tongue loops up around your clit, before back down to taste you again.

"Keep making noises like that and we're going to have a problem," he warns, warm breath fanning out across your already heated skin, making you squirm with the stimulation.

You have no idea what problem he's talking about, and as his tongue slides through your folds, up to circle your clit a second time, you really couldn't care less about it either.

Your back arches as you chase the warm pleasure of his mouth, a groan of his name falling from your lips. His fingers dig into the meat of your thighs, holding you open for him as he feasts on your pussy like a starved man.

Curses and praises fall freely from your lips, accompanied by whimpers and moans as he expertly coaxes you closer and closer to the edge, all your anxieties silenced by the overwhelming pleasure that stops you from concentrating on anything else.

Santi groans, a noise that vibrates through your entire core, and pushes you dangerously close to the edge. When one of his hands disappears from your thigh, you can't help but open your eyes to glance down at him, your breath catching.

His eyes are closed, a look of pure bliss you haven't seen before on his face, as his tongue laps languidly at your slick cunt, while he palms his hard cock through his pants.

You throw your head back once more with a whine, unable to continue to watch him as he chooses that moment to seal his lips over your clit and suck, hard.

The vision of him, the overwhelming pleasure, the heat of his mouth, is too much, and you come undone with a strangled cry, your body trembling, and your vision going white as the pleasure crests and crashes over you.

Even through the roaring noise of blood in your ears, and the way your orgasm makes your mind fuzzy, you still catch the tail end of Santiago's gasped curse, followed by a low, broken groan. You can't help but think it sounds suspiciously like….

You don't even get to fully finish the thought before your body shudders in desire. That couldn't be the case when you haven't even touched him.

Then again the look on his face before…

When you can finally feel your limbs again you lean up on your elbows to look down your body at him, as he, somewhat awkwardly, sits back on his heels, a wet patch blooming out on his pants.

"Santi…did you…?" You swallow, trailing off as he looks somewhat abashed.

"Um, yeah," he admits, an unmistakable blush forming on his cheeks.

"Because of….me?" You ask quietly, feeling a strange sense of pride that, even as you are, you were able to do that to him.

"Oh, enjoying this, are we?" Santi laughs teasingly, relaxing a little when he sees your wide eyed surprise and the smile you're trying to bite down.

Putting his arms either side of you, he cages you in, as he runs his nose up the length of your neck. Even the lightest of touches makes your body shiver with desire.

"Maybe…a bit," you admit, a little distractedly as he places a kiss below your ear, pressing his body against yours, clearly knowing exactly what he's doing to you.

"Good," he mumbles into your skin. "Although next time I cum I want to be buried inside you."

He whispers it so sinfully low in your ear, you swear you could cum again just from his words.

Your breath catches and you can feel Santiago's smug smile against your neck, where he's still busy pressing soft kisses.

"I'm a little bit disappointed though," you manage to swallow out, trying to ignore the way his hand is skimming across your sweat damp skin, down the outside of your thigh, before slowly working its way back up.

Santi pulls back to look at you so quickly, you're surprised he doesn't put his back out.

"Disappointed?"

You can't quite tell if it's outrage or concern, that laces his tone, but whichever it is, you can't stop the laugh that bubbles up and out of your mouth, only making him frown more deeply.

"Cariño," he starts, stopping when you put a hand over his mouth to interrupt him.

"I'm disappointed I didn't get to see you."

It takes a moment for him to catch up, still clearly trying to work out what he has done wrong to disappoint you, but the moment it clicks his face transforms into a wolfish grin.

"Well, give me half an hour and I'll show you anything you want," he winks. "For now I guess I'll go back to admiring you." His eyes flicker once more down your body, surveying you like prey.

It makes your pussy clench.

"You really mean it don't you?" You whisper as he tilts his head in question. "You do like me the way I am?"

"I really mean it," he confirms seriously, "you are perfect."

He doesn't give you much time to think too hard about his confirmation, or really anything at all. Leaning back into you he captures your lips in a passionate kiss, clearly working on making you forget your own name.

You wrap one hand around the back of his neck, holding him to you as the other slips down his back to playfully squeeze his ass, drawing a low growl from the man above you.

Santiago is quick enough to get his revenge, slipping a hand between your bodies to brush his fingers against your clit.

You let out a gasp, and shudder with the over stimulation, as his fingers draw tight circles against your sensitive nub.

"You said half an hour," you practically whimper, unable to stop your hips canting up against his hand.

"For me. I didn't say you get a break." He smirks, slipping a finger into your wet heat, drawing another broken sound from you. "I want you to make those pretty sounds for me again… and again… and again."

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bradshawssugarbaby · 3 months

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How about “I loved you from the very first day“ with Bob?

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YES this is so Bob coded 🥰

"Ok, kids are finally asleep...I think. They may just be really quiet up there, but the point is, they were in bed when I left the room," Bob laughed, adjusting his glasses before sitting down beside you on the couch.

"Close enough, they'll settle down eventually. They just missed you is all. This last mission was the longest one you've had since they were born, I don't think they were quite used to you being gone."

"I know, Lucy's been really...vocal about not wanting me to leave again. Made me do the pinky promise and everything that I wouldn't be going away again this week."

Bob frowned, running a hand through his golden brown hair. He shook his head as a loud sigh escaped his parted lips.

"I hate leaving you guys, you know that, right?"

"Of course I do, Bobby, we know you don't like going away."

He frowned again, this time looking down at his hands, fiddling with his wedding band, spinning the gold ring around on his finger. He let out another tired sigh before looking up to meet your gaze. His cobalt blue eyes fixated themselves on you, a sense of sadness behind them. He hated leaving his family. It was easier before you'd had kids, but since welcoming three little girls into the world, three little girls who adored their father more than anything, it made the task of leaving that much harder.

Your eldest daughter, Lucy, was five, and growing used to her dad's work - she didn't quite understand everything, but she knew it meant he had to leave here and there for missions. She typically knew the drill - Bob would leave for a week or two and return, showering his girls with love and affection. Lucy knew it was always temporary, but the last mission he was on had taken six weeks, far longer than any other mission he'd completed since the Dagger squad had been formed. You did what you could to reassure Lucy, and her sisters, 3 year old Isla and 18 month old Daisy, that Bob would return as soon as he could, but your efforts were futile. You couldn't fault them for that. Being as young as they were, you weren't surprised that they felt confused and betrayed, as though Bob had discarded his family. You did whatever you could though to show just how much he adored the three of them.

"Lucy'll be ok, hun," you soothed, your voice reassuring as you put your arm around Bob's shoulders, "She's just little."

"Have I told you how much I love you?"

"Mhmm, about 14 times since you came back this morning."

"No, but how much I really, truly, love you?"

"I'm listening."

"It's just," he laughed nervously as he adjusted his glasses again before continuing, "You've held down the fort by yourself for the last six weeks, taking care of the girls, making sure the house is running smoothly, getting Lucy to dance class, taking Isla to swim lessons, making sure Daisy gets to her play group after the older two go to school and preschool, and you managed to do it all without going crazy worrying about whether or not I'll be home safely."

"I wouldn't say without worrying. I worried every day. I just didn't show it."

"That's exactly what I mean, you never once showed the girls that you were concerned. You stayed strong for them."

"I did what I had to do, you would have done the same if it was the other way around."

"I wouldn't have been able to keep it together. Not as well as you have."

Bob laughed softly again, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. He smiled to himself before looking down at you once more, beaming from ear to ear as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I've loved you from the very first day I met you, you know that?" He nodded, placing his hand tenderly on your cheek as he pressed his lips to yours.

"I know. Only because I've loved you that long too."

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octoberclidan · 1 year

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Third-Date-Curse

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader (platonic)

Request: I was wondering if you could do a team free will x reader of them cheering her up

Summary: Reader goes out on a third date with a guy she's been seeing and it doesn't go well. Dean goes to get her and brings her back to the bunker where he, Sam, and Cas try to cheer her up.

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Part II

Story:

[Y/N] was in her room in the bunker in front of her mirror trying to sort out her hair. She had a date tonight with a guy who she'd met several weeks previous at a bar not far from the bunker after a successful hunt. This was actually her third date with the guy, Ross, and she was feeling pretty nervous about it. The first two dates had gone well; the first just drinks at the bar, the second was out for dinner, and the third, the one tonight, was going to be drinks at the bar again. [Y/N] was worried about the 'third-date-curse' as she called it. From her experience, she could rarely get past date number three. Even if the guy was super nice, considerate, not pushy or anything on the first two dates, the third date was when his true colours would show.

[Y/N] had done one night stands before, much like Sam and Dean, but sometimes she just wanted something more. It just always went wrong at the third date. The third date was when the guy would be more pushy about going back to his place, or going to a local motel. The third date was when the goodnight kiss was more handsy, there were more intentions behind it. She wanted to take it slow with someone, keep it light and romantic for awhile first, maybe only sleep with him once they'd established somewhat of a more formal relationship. She hadn't dated in almost over a year when she met Ross, and they hit it off straight away, so when he asked her out she said yes.

The boys hadn't seemed overly supportive of her dating. They were all protective of her, and sometimes over-protective when it came to things like dating. All three of them had blocked men from her by standing between them at bars at some point. They knew she was tough, that she could handle herself. They had seen her take on ghouls and ghosts and vampires and demons all by herself and come out without a scratch. She had rescued all three of them on various occasions, she had hauled their unconscious bodied back to the car and driven them to safety; they knew she was by no means weak. They were fine with her hunting monsters, as long as she didn't go off on her own, none of them did that. Men on the other hand... Dean, Sam, and Cas couldn't help but feel a bit helpless in that department. They couldn't follow her around on dates, they couldn't watch her back going to a man's house, they couldn't expect her to check in when she'd gone off somewhere for a night. They just found it difficult to accept. Although she appreciated the protectiveness and found it sweet, it also got annoying sometimes.

She was just finishing up in the mirror when there was a knock on her door. "It's open!" She called. The door opened and Cas stepped in. He was holding a bag of what looked like various snacks.

"Why are you getting dressed up for movie night? You usually get into your pyjamas". He asked.

"Cas we talked about this, I have a date tonight. I'll be at the next movie night, promise". She smiled at him. She giggled as his expression turned from one of confusion to one of disapproval. "What's with the face?" She asked him as she moved to her bed to look through her bag and made sure she had everything she needed.

"Why do you want to go on a date instead of a movie night? I thought you liked our time together".

"I love our time together, but sometimes I need to just get out of the bunker and do something different. I think Sam and Dean have already set up everything for the movie night, they're just missing you and the snacks. I'll be home later this evening, you won't even notice I've been gone". She slipped on her jacket and was now tying her shoe laces.

"You missed movie night last week too". He pointed out. "Is this the same guy?"

"Yes, Cas, it's the same guy".

"What's his name?"

"Ross".

"Where are you meeting him?"

"At the bar".

"The usual one?"

"Yup!"

"What does this Ross do?"

"He's a lawyer".

"How old is he?"

"Cas, is this an interrogation or something?" [Y/N] was now ready to leave and had slipped her bag over her shoulder, she was just waiting on Cas to move out of her doorway now.

"I just don't trust that his intentions are pure".

[Y/N] sighed, her nerves were turning her feelings of amusement towards Cas to feelings of annoyance. She folded her arms and raised an eyebrow at him. "You've never even met him Cas".

"Exactly".

"Look, I appreciate the concern, I really do, okay?" She reached out to put a hand on his shoulder. "But I'm an adult, and I've been a hunter my entire adult life, I can handle a human man. We're just going out for drinks, we already have before. I promise if I need back up, I'll call". He didn't look happy with this, but he moved aside to let her out of her room. "Tell Sam and Dean to enjoy the movie too!" She called out as she made her way down the hall and towards the bunker's exit. The bar wasn't far, she was going to walk, and use the time walking to calm her nerves and convince herself that the date was going to be fine, Ross was nice, she'd already gone out with him twice, it was going to go well.

***

It was not going well. Ross had been thirty minutes late, and when he arrived he had clearly already had something to drink. Only twenty minutes into the date he was already suggesting they go back to his place. "I think we're good here for now, we've not been here long". She said as she took a sip from her drink and smiled at him.

"C'mon, you know me well enough now. How many drinks have I bought you?" He wasn't drunk quite yet, but he was beginning to slur his words a little, his movements becoming slightly sloppy as he placed his hand on her thigh. She grimaced and gently pushed his hand off.

"I've paid for my own drinks so far tonight actually, so none? Is this just about sex for you? You're trying to 'buy' me with drinks?" She was more disappointed than upset at the moment. The third-date-curse was proving to be unbreakable at this point. He just scoffed and took another drink.

"So you're not gonna put out tonight?"

"I just wanted a nice date, a chat, get to know each other better".

"Right... well I think I'll try my luck with that lovely lady over there instead. Nice meeting you". He nodded towards a woman sitting on her own who smirked when she saw Ross looking at her, and he stood up to leave [Y/N] on her own, taking his drink with him. [Y/N] stood up and made her way to the bathroom, she didn't want to cry in front of anyone. She closed the door behind her and turned to look into the mirror. Her eyes were starting to water, her making starting to run. She looked at her outfit that she had carefully chosen, an outfit she felt good in. She looked at her hair, her make up, her jewellery, all things that she had spent time on this evening.

"Why do I even bother". She muttered to herself as she took a piece of tissue and held it up to her eyes. She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down and not full on cry. Her phone buzzed and she looked at it to see Dean's name on her screen. Sighing, she unlocked her phone to see what he wanted.

9.23pm: Dean: How's it going? You're missing a good one tonight. Sam's choice, and he's already fallen asleep.

9.23pm: [Y/N]: That bad huh?

9.25pm: Dean: I'm gonna see if Cas will let me change it to something else, Sam's snoring so I don't think he'll mind. How's the date going?

9.26pm: [Y/N]: It's over, he's gone off with some other girl.

9.28pm: Incoming call from Dean.

[Y/N] let it ring for a few seconds, sniffing before answering. "Hi". She whispered.

"Hi Sweetheart, where are you?"

"The bar, bathroom. Gonna walk back now".

"Wait outside, I'll come get you".

"I can walk".

"I'm already in the car, I'll be there in a few minutes. Wait outside for me".

"Okay". She sniffed again and hung up. She took another deep breath and avoided the mirror, wiping her eyes once more before opening the door and making her way to the exit as quickly as possible, avoiding any eye contact with anyone, especially Ross or his new date. She was only standing outside for two minutes when the Impala pulled up right next to her. Opening the passenger door she slid in quietly beside Dean. "I don't want to talk about it". She muttered and looked out of the window.

"Is he still in there?" He asked. She shrugged and then nodded.

"I didn't see him leave".

"Okay, just wait two minutes". [Y/N] had no time to call Dean back before he was out of the car and pushing the bar door open, disappearing inside. Several minutes later she saw him walk out the door, an unmistakable look of smugness on his face as he walked around to the driver's side. She just stared at him as he started up the car, and when he wrapped his hands around the wheel she noticed that his knuckles were red.

"Dean!" She gasped and he turned to her.

"What?"

"Did you beat him up?"

"The slimy guy in the cheap suit who put his hand up when I asked for a 'Ross'? Yeah". He shrugged and started to pull out onto the road.

"I can't believe you did that". She shook her head and glared at him. "He wasn't a monster Dean, he was just a dick. That's our local bar, do you wanna get banned?" She didn't feel any sympathy for Ross, but the entire team spent a lot of time in that bar and until now, none of them has managed to cause a scene or get any sort of warning. Celebrating in that bar after a successful hunt was one of [Y/N]'s favourite things to do.

"Woah, I didn't kill him!" He put a hand up in defense. Quickly glancing over at her before looking back at the road. "I just taught him a lesson. No one hurts my family. Not without consequences". Her glare softened into a small smile. Knowing that Ross was probably hurting more than she was now did bring her a sense of comfort.

"You'll have to let me look at your hand when we get back". She said, relaxing back into her seat for the short drive home.

***

Dean and [Y/N] walked into the bunker, and she ushered him over to a chair at the map table. "I didn't even break skin [Y/N], it's fine". He moved to stand up again but she pushed him down by his shoulders.

"Your hand is swollen, just let me get some ice and take a proper look".

"Hey! You're back". Sam walked into the room and saw Dean holding his hand. "Thought you just went to pick her up? You find a hunt in the fifteen minutes that you were gone?"

"He found my date and 'taught him a lesson'." [Y/N] explained as she rolled her eyes. "Can you get some ice please?" She asked Sam.

"Sure, of course. Are you okay?" He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in for a hug".

"Yeah I'm fine, it was just the third-date-curse". She mumbled into his chest. She had had multiple in-depth discussions about third dates with Sam in the past, so he knew exactly what she was talking about. While she had managed to keep the tears back in the car, feeling better due to Dean's actions, the hug just let her emotions spill over. She could feel the tears trickling out and she sniffed. He pulled back and put his hands on her shoulders, slightly bending down to look at her properly. He brought his thumb up and wiped a tear from her cheek.

"Sorry, I got make-up on your shirt". She said, wiping her eyes and seeing the black smudge on the back of her hand.

"Do you wanna have a warm shower, change into your pyjamas, and join us for a movie? Or even just a little chat before you go to bed?" He asked, smiling down at her. She sniffed again and nodded. "Okay, come on, I'll walk with you". Cas walked in just as Sam put his arm around [Y/N]'s shoulder. He was about to say something when Sam cut him off. "Hey Cas, could you take a look at Dean's hand? I'll be back in a few minutes". Sam and [Y/N] walked towards [Y/N]'s room, and [Y/N] made her way to her drawer to pull out her pyjamas as Sam sat down on her bed. "Do you wanna talk about it? Just you and me?" Sam asked. She sighed and walked over to the bed to sit beside him.

"I just feel like it's pointless. I think I find a nice guy, but then, every time without fail, by the third date it's clear he just wants sex. Ross was half an hour late to our date too, it's like they just see me as a warm body, not a person". Sam put his arm around her and pulled her closer so her head was leaning on his shoulder.

"You have three guys here who love you. I know it's not the same thing, but you're everything to us. Why don't we take you on a date tomorrow? All of us. We'll take you for a drive, buy you coffee, go see a movie, buy you dinner, then drinks after, then we'll take you home and make sure you get into bed safely". He squeezed her. "We can even give you a goodnight kiss each if you want". He chuckled.

"I'd like that". She whispered. He gave her one last squeeze before standing up and pulling her with him.

"Go take your shower, meet us in the Dean Cave after, Dean sent Cas out to get pie while he was getting you so we'll have that and just chill out for awhile okay? I'll let them know about our date tomorrow". She nodded and took her stuff to the bathroom. She enjoyed the hot shower, getting all the make up off her face. She stood there and let the water rinse her tears away, and she definitely felt better afterwards. She dried off and got dressed in her pyjamas, tied up her wet hair and made her way down to the Dean Cave.

"Hey". Dean smiled at her as she walked in. There was pie on the table, and he was setting out plates and forks for them.

"Hey". She said back.

"Are you feeling better from the shower?" Cas asked from the couch. She nodded and looked around, noticing that Sam wasn't there, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked back to see him behind her, holding a hairbrush.

"I know you like having your hair brushed when you're feeling sick. I know you're not sick now, but I figured I could brush it and braid it for you anyway?" He sat down on the couch beside Cas and gestured for her to sit on the floor between his legs. She smiled at him and sat down. He took down her hair and began to gently brush through it from the bottom.

"You'd never guess you were the best hunters in the world". She giggled as Dean handed her a plate of pie.

"And an angel". Cas added.

"And an angel'. She agreed, giggling more when she looked at Cas to see he had pie on his nose.

"You can be strong and tough but also vulnerable, especially around those you're comfortable with". Sam said as he began to braid her hair.

The four of them talked until well into the night, finishing off the pie and discussing their 'date' tomorrow. [Y/N] had completely forgotten about Ross as she fell asleep with her head on Cas's shoulder, sitting in between him and Sam. "I think someone's asleep" Dean said in a low voice, nodding towards her. Sam and Cas looked down at her fondly and Sam stood up. He gathered up the plates and forks.

"We'll plan to leave around noon tomorrow for the day?" He asked, making sure to keep his voice down. Dean and Cas nodded in agreement before Sam left the room.

"Alright, let's get this one to bed". Dean said as he stood up from his chair. He gently scooped her up into his arms with Cas' help, and Cas stood up beside them. He pressed a kiss to [Y/N]'s forehead before letting Dean carry her to her room. Dean slowly lay her down on the bed and pulled her covers up over her, tucking her in. He ran his thumb over her cheek and leaned down to also kiss her forehead. "Sleep well [Y/N], we'll make sure tomorrow is better than any normal date could be". He whispered to her. He turned off the light and closed the door behind him. What she didn't know was that Dean, Sam, and Cas were just as excited about the 'date' as she was, and needed it just as much as she did.

The end

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nipuni · 8 months

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im sure you get this question all the time but how do you go about procuring those amazing outfits? do you thrift, get things tailored, make items yourself? do you buy things as you go or do you search for specific items one at the time? it's just that id love to have a style like yours (but masc haha) and i always wonder how you do it because i wouldn't know where to get clothes such as you wear anywhere, let alone for a price i can afford. and also, now im here, thank you for your amazing art, it always brightens my day when you post <3

Hello! 🥰 I collect pieces from different places that I feel fit the aesthetic I created for myself, kind of like character design, and I stick to certain silhouettes and color palettes that I already know I will feel comfortable in.

In my case I go for structured pieces instead of flowy draping ones, plain colors over patterns unless it's straight lines, earth and jewel tones on the warmer and muted side, medium height heels, gold over silver, etc. All of this makes for safe purchases for me no matter the store or outfit

Most of my clothes I buy from the historical reproduction shops I list under my posts ( I made a list some time ago here and also in the tags of each post as well as in my Instagram )

Some of these shops are on the more expensive side but offer custom tailoring which is ideal and a must for me because I'm built weird 😅 so I try to get my staple pieces there and plan the whole outfit around it before purchasing.

Then you can get the basic pieces to complete the looks from regular stores! stuff like plain shirts and trousers I usually get from places like Zara

I also thrift at curated stores which makes it easier to find interesting pieces (Edwardian revival from the 70's, capes, belts, handkerchiefs, scarves, bags and hats are some of the things I go for) I don't go with an outfit plan in mind for this, I just look around every once in a while and see what I can find and what I can do with it since it's usually very cheap too. I've also found that thrifting for masc clothes is way easier (at least where I live?) for some reason. I go antique shopping for accessories too, hats and pins from the 20's!!

Then the more specific and inexpensive stuff to tie the outfits together I get from aliexpress, (like the clock bags) and for blouses I also shop at lolita stores online sometimes

When it comes to planning outfits I just play dress up in front of the mirror like you see in the videos I make, I pull out a bunch of stuff from my closet and start matching. it helps me see what I'm missing or what colors would work best or which cut or fit creates an interesting look. It also helps you see and remember everything you have so when you are shopping or dressing up to go out you have this mental library and know whether something new will fit in with your wardrobe or not.

I also got a sewing machine some time ago and I'm teaching myself to sew! So far I've only fixed mine and my husband's clothes to make them fit but I'd love to move on to making my own clothes eventually!

I think that cultivating a personal style makes shopping for clothes easier and allows you to invest in pieces you know you will keep without fear of them going out of style and you don't feel the pressure to update your whole wardrobe every year. it's also super fun and has helped me build confidence and feel a lot more at peace with my appearance. I hope any of this helps you 😭 I rambled a lot I'll stop now!! Thank you so much for the kind words!! ❤️❤️❤️

#nips replies #this is so long why am I this insufferable

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403tarot · 5 months

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hellong

i've thought for a while before making this post. if you're not a regular follower, i don't think it makes sense to read, but if you follow me and keep up with my posts, i ask you to read just to know some information regarding the functioning of the blog from now on.

i created this blog because i wanted to combine training my reading skills with my love for k-pop. and that's still true for me; i'm not here to be a people pleaser, a famous tarot reader, or be seen as the ultimate truth. i just want to showcase my work, practice, and gossip about K-pop.

lately, i've been making a lot of NSFW posts, and i want to say that this will continue to happen, potentially increasing. i even thought about creating a separate blog just for NSFW posts based on tarot, but then i thought, "why should i do that when 403tarot is MY blog, my space, and there i can post whatever i want? who am i trying to please by doing that?"

and i don't want to please anyone. i am of legal age, the idols for whom i create NSFW content are of legal age (yes, they are not your little meow meow), and the audience for my content in general is for adults. besides, tarot is a game. nothing that any tarot reader says is necessarily true or false; it's just how a person interprets answers to questions posed to 78 cards of paper.

"i don't think xyz idol acts the way you described" okay! take what i wrote as fanfiction then, imagine that they act that way and have fun. learn how to enjoy things without taking it weirdly too deep. i know some see tarot as something sacred, but in my view, it's just 78 cards made for my entertainment. for me, it's a mere game, and i'll always treat it that way. if you don't like it, and my perspective bothers you to the point of being hateful, you can unfollow me.

i say this because some of you have become too brave in sending me rude asks while hiding behind an anonymous filter. i don't care... i don't know who made you believe that you are SO important, but i'm here to tell you that it's not true. i don't care if you don't think tarot should be used for NSFW or that my readings aren't good enough. i put disclaimers in all my posts, and in none of them do i remember mentioning that i need anyone's approval.

however, anonymous asks are now permanently prohibited. you can tell me hateful things through ask but at least have the decency to show your username while doing so. from there, you can have fun and say whatever you want! you'll probably be ignored, but i know some don't get attention from their parents and therefore feel the need to seek it from strangers on the internet.

briefly speaking, please don't flood the ask. i know it's crucial to know if your idol is dating someone or if the woman he's going to marry is a foreigner, but if you've sent the same ask three times, rest assured i saw it. sometimes i just didn't find it interesting, wasn't in the mood to accept or i don't like the guy. anyway, check the upcoming posts on my pinned to make sure, and don't forget that if you're not paying me anything i'm not a employee of yours.

in summary, i will continue to do whatever i want on my blog, and if that bothers you, the door is open for you to peacefully leave. i've developed affection for some blogs that are frequently here in reblogs and notes, and you are the majority, so know that i like you sooo much and this post is directed at a small fraction of people only.

if you've read this giant text and made it this far, i hope you have a great day/night. 🦆

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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MISCELLANEOUS LYRICS PROMPTS * assorted lyrics from random songs on my playlist ♡

i had to stop for the night.

that's just the way it is.

i have no home.

the music seems so loud.

what made me behave that way?

you wonder why i'm here today.

it's only fair that i should let you know.

find out where it's at.

there's no comfort in the truth.

it's only just a crush. it'll go away.

kiss me like we die tonight.

i'm so glad you found me in time.

you're in my way.

something in your eyes was so inviting.

how long will they stand between us?

i want to hold you close.

there were voices down the corridor.

you can find it here.

don't make me wait forever.

we've drunk a couple bottles.

if only you knew what i'm going through.

i guess they left the park.

it's time to go.

i should have known better than to cheat a friend.

i really should be holding you.

i can't live if living is without you.

loving you is some kind of wonderful.

your voice was all i heard.

the less i know, the better.

we're going out in style, babe.

it's cute in a way.

i know you're not a fool.

you won't be leaving with me.

some things will never change.

this time, i think i'm to blame.

the rules have changed today.

i can see it in your eyes.

i had to follow you.

pull yourself together.

i never realized how happy you made me.

please bring me my wine.

don't shut me down.

i love your eyes.

i wish that we could lose this crowd.

i was looking for someone to complete me.

those voices are calling me from far away.

i have no place to stay.

give me a reason.

i want to fucking tear you apart.

it's hard to bear.

i feel so unsure.

i don't wanna cause you pain.

you must put them on the table.

it only goes so far.

is this what you want? is this who you are?

we kissed like we invented it.

you don't tug on superman's cape.

my friends would say you treated me fine.

you've given me the thrill of a lifetime.

we are all just prisoners here of our own device.

i can't stay away.

i'm finding it hard to do anything.

put your arms around me, baby.

the time is right.

why did it all go wrong?

you can check out any time you like.

i'm not the one you knew.

someone said they left together.

i can't forget this evening.

it never comes out right.

you can't go where the others go.

i was doing fine without you.

you can't come uninvited.

you kissed me and stopped me from shaking.

i just can't make it all alone.

the sun is going down. it's getting dark.

something in my heart told me i must have you.

sometimes i think it's a shame.

i guess that's just the way the story goes.

did you really think about it before you made the rules?

you'll be on your knees tomorrow.

i don't care what others say.

we could have been so good together.

maybe it's better this way.

the apartment hasn't changed at all.

i've come to get my money back.

you always smile, but in your eyes your sorrow shows.

here we are, in a room full of strangers.

there was nowhere to hide.

you were always good to me.

no one can take the place of you

there's a burning down inside me.

i love how you kiss.

why don't we just sit right down?

i need you today.

don't push me. i'll fight it.

love can make you hostage.

how can you stand to think this way?

i can't smile without you.

ever since that night, we've been together.

this wooden bench is getting harder by the hour.

my feet are aching.

who am i to keep you down?

i told you right from the start.

we'd hurt each other with the things we'd want to say.

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Unmasked - Chpt 2

Previous Chapter

Word Count- 1,707

The phone ringing was all I could focus on not the stares the phone ringing non-stop in my pocket.

"Garcia trace the call coming to L/N phone now!" Prentiss demanded

Garcia froze in shock at Emily's sudden yelling and Spencer asked full of concern, "Emily what is going on?"

"Reid now is not the time, Garcia now! Y/n I am going to need you to answer your phone." Emily shouts speedily.

"Prentiss you promised you wouldn't get the team involved," I gasped the words barely making it out of my mouth.

"L/N answer your phone," Emily demanded as if she didn't hear me.

I clenched my fists and picked up the phone, "Hello?"

"I hear you like scary movies, and so do I. What's your favorite scary movie?" The robotic voice sends shivers down my spine it's the same one I've heard time and time again in my life and in my nightmares.

"Listen hear dipshit, I've done this three times in my life and the one thing that always stays the same is Ghostface dies," I growl.

"And you listen hear Y/n this isn't your movie! It's mine! Aren't you tired of Sidney getting all the spotlight? The money, the book deals, the fame? You are just the nobody sister who would've died if not for Sidney!" The voice loses its temper. Ghostface just made his motive very clear, he is jealous of Sidney.

"If I am just the nobody sister, why are you calling me?"

"You're a loose end, can't finish the movie without Sidney failing to save her baby sister. Ruining her completely." Ghostface says it like it's common sense.

"Then I'll just keep killing. Who should I start with? Dewey the cop that inspired you to be one? Or your best friend that's trying to track this call right now? Oh, I know that agent who just got out of prison? I know how much you love bad boys, must be genetic." Ghostface taunts succeeding in knocking the breath out of my lungs.

"How do you know about my team!" I scream

Ghostface laughs, "I will see you soon Y/n."

The line goes dead, I drop my phone to the ground and hold my hand to my chest. I am hyperventilating and feel like I might pass out. Sidney had it right all along to hide away in a cabin. The more people you love the more Ghostface has to hold over your head.

Rossi speaks when the call ends, "Prentiss, what is going on?"

Emily ignores him and instead shouts to Garcia, "Did you trace the call?"

"Um, yes 34 Elm St Woodsboro California," Penelope stutters.

I slid my back against the wall outside Emily's office still out of breath. That call must have been hard for Penelope to listen to as well considering the fact that Ghostface just threatened her life.

Spencer squats down to my position on the floor god I hate that he has to see me like this.

"Y/n you are okay, you are at the BAU, you are with the team," he tries to soothe if only it were that easy. Any other time I would have melted to hear him talk to me so gently but I know I am going back to Woodsboro no matter what.

I look to Prentiss, "That's my childhood home."

Spencer's eyes widen at my statement, it was inevitable that I would be found out. I will always be a Prescott no matter how far or fast I run.

"Isn't Woodsboro where those Stab movies take place?" Alvez asks

"Agh I hate those movies so cheesy and bloody, not for me," JJ gags at the mention.

I am sure Spencer connected it after the phone call and as soon as I said that was my childhood home. It must be a curse to have so many things permanently stuck in your brain.

"Those movies are based on a true story of the original Ghostface murders witnessed by Gale Weathers," he reluctantly says looking at me with pity.

"Garcia, get all the files you have on each Ghostface killing and let the local police know we are coming. We will need you on this one since phones and voice changers are always used. Wheels up in thirty!" Emily shouts

I quickly stand causing me to feel a little dizzy from all the hyperventilating, "Prentiss this case is a danger to the team, they are specifically being targeted. I suggest this case be sent to another team.

"Are you doubting your team agent," Emily narrows her gaze on me.

"Of course not! But I feel you are underestimating Ghostface."

"We are going end of story. We protect our team and you will always be a part of this team Y/n," Emily states as a fact.

The team gives me worrying glances as they collect their go bags and collect Ghostface files from Garcia. Rossi pats my shoulder as he passes me, "You got this kid."

I walk to my desk and collect my go bag from underneath it. I can feel Spencer's gaze burning into me the whole time. I try to walk by his desk without looking at him. I don't want to see his beautiful eyes full of pity. Unfortunately, not looking at him was not a choice because he grabbed my wrist as I walked by him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He whispers

"I don't tell anyone," I sigh.

"I am not anyone Y/n, or at least I didn't think I was." He responds quietly at the last part of his sentence. It makes my heart swell at what the insinuation of his comment could mean but now was definitely not the time to think about it.

"Spencer, please don't go on this case," I beg.

"You can't be serious?"

"I just got you back- I mean we- the team just got you back. Scratch is gone you're safe, and the team is safe. I can't jeopardize the team just because I attract lethal serial killers," I stressfully explain tugging at my hair.

"Y/n I just got you and the team back and if you think I'm going to lose you again. You are wrong," he looks at me with his eyes full of seriousness.

"Is there nothing I can say to convince you?"

"No. Now come on before we are late for the jet." He speaks, his voice still filled with hurt.

I sigh and quietly follow Spencer to the jet the team's eyes glued to me as I enter. I ignore their questioning glances and sit next to Penelope.

"I am so sorry you had to listen to that phone call. You never should have been involved," I sighed.

Penelope looks offended, "Sweetie I am not upset because of the phone call. I am upset you had to keep all this to yourself for so many years! I am always here if you need anything."

I frown that the team is being so nice to me when I have lied to them for so long. At least Spencer seems as mad at me as I am at myself.

"Thank you, Garcia," I sigh.

"Kid, could you tell us what we are in for?" Rossi sympathetically asks.

"Well, hopefully, you are looking for a new book deal Rossi cause Ghostface one's fly off the shelf. However, you will have to fight Gale Weathers for the story. She is always there when Ghostface returns." I say self-depreciatingly.

"Could she be a suspect?" JJ asks.

"That would make sense run out of story material, why not make your own," Tara adds.

"One thing you need to know about Ghostface cases is that everyone is a suspect and it's always based on horror movie cliches, "I state.

"That should make him easier to profile shouldn't?" JJ asks

"You would think that but it's hard to find the motive when every Ghostface is a copycat. Ghostface also kills so fast it's hard to keep the kill count down and you never know if they are working in a pair." I respond

"There was only one case where Ghostface worked alone though so it's more likely it would be a duo since the only one who worked alone was a jealous brother," Rossi responds and I can tell he instantly regrets the last part.

"It's okay Rossi, he was jealous and a psycho killer who should have used words or gone to therapy," I responded coldly.

The jet got oddly silent but I guess that was to be suspected with. comment like that.

Emily broke the awkward silence, "How about we all go back to reviewing the case files. Silently this time."

For the rest of the jet ride, you could hear a pin drop and the light snores of Alvez. I swore Spencer's eyes never left me but it made me feel oddly comfortable like Ghostface could never get me as long as Spencer was here.

When the flight ended we all filed off the jet and Emily suggested she and I go to the police station and the rest of the team get checked into the hotel for the night because it was late.

"Prentiss, I would actually like to speak to my sister before anything to assure her safety," I plead.

"Okay, Y/n meet me at the station after," She responds.

Spencer jumps in, "Wouldn't it be safer in teams! I definitely don't think L/N should be anywhere alone since she is a target."

I could still sense Reid's anger and I really did not want to be a hassle so I assured him, "I will be fine I've survived this three times."

"Barely according to Gale Weather's book, you were in the ICU for a week after being stabbed three times in the back and that was only the first Ghostface spree, " Rossi muttered.

I rolled my eyes, "Thanks for the reminder, Rossi."

"Reid and Rossi have a point Y/n, you should have backup," Prentiss assists.

"I'll go with L/N," Spencer instantly volunteers.

"Okay then Rossi with me the rest of you get settled into the hotel," Emily instructions. Then we all head our separate ways.

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count-alucard-tepes · 10 months

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King 👑 x Reader

An unexpected encounter…part 2

Part 1

Part 3

It had been a week or so since his encounter with Y/N and he could not get her off his mind. He wanted to know how she survived…where did she hide for all these years…and why didn’t he find her quicker. He spent most of free time trying to find out any information about any other survivors of his race until he couldn’t contain himself anymore and went to Kaido.

“…what’s on your mind, King?”, he asked as he watched his right hand man walk in without his mask which only meant he was troubled by something.

King took a seat not too far away and sighed softly, “…I’ve encountered Katakuri Charlotte’s second in command when we were doing the exchange…a woman”.

Kaido’s eyes widened before he chuckled loudly, “…well this is definitely something we should have a drink for! King is in love! That too with one of Lin Lin’s crew!”

King’s eyes widened as he blushed darkly, “That’s not what I meant, Kaido-san!”, he said in embarrassment.

“Is she the one you almost killed? You seriously have to learn how to be better with women”, Kaido laughed as he gave King some saki.

“Kaido-San, please! I didn’t mean to do that…she just wouldn’t answer me!”, he said looking frustrated, “…back to my point, she is a fellow lunarian…her physical appearance…she said she is from red line…there is no doubt in my mind”.

Kaido raised a brow at this as he sipped his drink, “…so it seems you aren’t alone in this world, little Alber…”, he said with a little smile, “…I would like to meet her but of course this will be something more strategic”.

King looked curious at this idea, “…what do you have in mind?”.

Kaido smirked, “…been a while since we had a banquet…let’s get that going and invite Lin Lin and her crew”.

King nodded and put his mask on before making his way out, "...don't try to kill her this time, you sadistic pervert!", Kaido chuckled.

Back on Whole cake island, Big Mom was informed of the invitation to Onigashima and ordered some of her children's crew to attend with of course Katakuri and Y/N being in attendance.

Katakuri frowned when he heard this but there was no way of backing out especially if it was an order. He would go to Y/N's home which wasn't far from his and knock on the door. She would answer after a little while and smile, "...well well, look what the donuts brought all the to my door...might rain today too with this special appearance".

He glared at her for a moment before rolling his eyes, "...gonna let me in or not?", he said as he folded his arms across his chest.

She grinned and let him in, "...I did get some donuts from the bakery...and just made some tea...want some?", she asked gently knowing he was sensitive about his mouth.

He nodded, "...I need to tell you about the event we need to attend first...and if you don't want to go...I can get you out of this somehow".

She looked a little confused as poured him tea before taking a seat, "...hold on...let me put my blindfold on before you rip off my head", she said as she put her blindfold, "...okay show me some fingers".

"You know I was just being serious literally 2 minutes ago...", he said as he adjusted her blindfold before holding up 9 fingers, "...okay go".

Y/N looked thoughtful, "...hm...2...no wait...7".

"...yeah you're wrong...anyway back to what I was saying...Big Mom was invited to Onigashima for some party and we need to attend..., Katakuri said as he began taking off his scarf and helping himself to some tea and donuts.

"...wait...that's Kaido's island, right? Okay I'm in! I've always wanted to meet him!", she said as she chewed her donut.

Katakuri looked at her for a moment, "...just a reminder his right hand man tried to kill you not too long ago...and Kaido is way stronger than him...".

"Oh...right...that...", she said sounding a little distant, "...I mean...I won't go near him....I just...I'll stay with you so I'll be safe...right?".

He didn't say anything for a moment, "...just make sure you keep that mouth shut and we won’t have any problems...".

"You can't see it right now, but I'm rolling my eyes at you", she said with a pout as she sipped her tea.

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Arriving at Onigashima was no easy task but Y/N was already flying about while the others were still on their ships. It was so exciting to see it from the skies, especially with the waterfalls' breeze in the air, it felt way too good on the skin.

"...you seem to be enjoying yourself while the others are still making it up here", a familiar voice said from just behind her.

She froze a little before looking back to see King was flying right behind her, the beast pirates were on land not too far away. She immediately flew back a little, "...past tense...I was enjoying myself", she said as she gave him the stink eye.

"...good...", King said as he turned his attention to the ships making their way up before instructing his men to show them the way to the island.

Y/N flew down to Katakuri's side and stood behind him, "...you okay?", he asked gently as he looked at King who maintained eye contact with him.

"...yeah...I wanted to punch him though", she said softly as she turned to look down at the water.

"...the feeling is mutual", Katakuri murmured before turning his attention to the island before them.

Once they arrived on the island, Y/N followed Katakuri's lead and once Big Mom was with Kaido, he asked to meet her too.

Y/N hesitantly went into meet Kaido while he and Big Mom talked and dined with Katakuri right at her side.

The Yonko immediately focused his attention on the young woman, "...Lunarian women are truly a sight to behold...if only I were a few decades younger I'd make you my wife", he said with a chuckle as Y/N blushed awkwardly.

"...Kaido-sama...is so kind", she said looking down at her hands as she knew she did not want to fuck up by saying anything that would get her killed.

Kaido chucked as he looked over at King who not too far from his side, "...now if you try and hurt her again...I'll pluck you like a chicken".

King sighed softly in response, "...yes, Kaido-san".

Y/N headed out with Katakuri after that strange encounter, "...I feel like I need to bath in acid after that", she said under her breath.

"...you did good, he seemed to like his ego stroked.. .along with other things", Katakuri said with a little smirk.

"...oh stop, I don't need any images in my mind...I'm going to nap for bit...I'll see you at the party later on", she said before flapping her wings a little before heading off to their quarters.

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At the party, things were getting pretty wild as one could imagine with a concert going on and then the actual dinner taking place.

Y/N attended the concert and thought Queen was pretty cool, he even gave her shout out! Of course, she was having the time of her life because this never really happens at Whole cake island.

When she did go out for some air, it was so much more quiet outside than she expected. She leaned out against the balcony frame and looked out at the moon when she heard someone behind her.

"...I'm starting to believe you like sneaking up on me...almost like a stalker", she said over her shoulder.

King looked at her in silence for a moment, "...I wanted..to apologize...", he said gently.

She frowned a little when he said that and turned to face him, "...I'm listening", she said as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"...I was surprised to encounter you that day...it was overwhelming...I never thought...I'd meet another again", he said gently.

Y/N tilted her head slightly as he said that, "...another? Wait...you're...take off your mask right now", she said as she moved to close to distance between them.

He hesitated as he looked down at her for several moments before leaning down so that she could take off his mask.

With gentle hands, she gently pulled it off and held it tight to her chest as she looked up at the man before her, "...oh...", she whispered in realization of how all the recent events fit together.

They looked at each other in silence...

((Alright I had way too much fun writing this one! I'll do part 3 later on today! Let me know what you thought about it so far!))

#ooc #one piece #king the wildfire #king one piece #one piece king #beast pirates #wano kuni #land of wano #katakuri charlotte #charlotte katakuri #katakuri one piece #one piece katakuri #whole cake island #whole cake arc #king x reader #lunarians #fanfic

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munchmemes · 1 year

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fall out boy lyrics, so much (for) stardust edition

❛ what would you trade the pain for? ❜

❛ we were a hammer to the Statue of David. ❜

❛ we were a painting you could never frame. ❜

❛ you were the sunshine of my lifetime. ❜

❛ i'd never go. i just want to be invited. ❜

❛ every lover's got a little dagger in their hand. ❜

❛ there's no way off the hamster wheel on this rat race. ❜

❛ give up what you love before it does you in. ❜

❛ no matter what they tell you, the future's up for grabs. ❜

❛ is there a word for bad miracle? ❜

❛ we could dance our tears away. ❜

❛ it's open season on blue moods. ❜

❛ i guess i'm getting older 'cause i'm less pissed. ❜

❛ you put the 'fun' in dysfunction. ❜

❛ hold me like a grudge. ❜

❛ the world is always spinning and i can't keep up. ❜

❛ part-time soulmate, full-time problem. ❜

❛ i guess somehow we made it back with a few dreams of ours still in tact. ❜

❛ i got no map to my own treasure. ❜

❛ i thought i knew better, i thought it would get better. ❜

❛ i figured somehow by now, i would have got it together. ❜

❛ if you put your heart in it, then we'll do more than just get by together. ❜

❛ i'll call you up and demand you have no fun without me. ❜

❛ i make no plans and none can be broken. ❜

❛ do you laugh about me whenever i leave? or do i just need more therapy? ❜

❛ love is in the air, i just gotta figure out a window to break out. ❜

❛ i didn't take the love when i had the chance but i swear i'm not sad anymore. ❜

❛ we all started out as shiny dimes but we all got flipped too many times. ❜

❛ we did it for futures that never came and for pasts that we're never gonna change. ❜

❛ i will never ask you for anything except to dream sweet of me. ❜

❛ tell me, when the party ends, will you still love who i am? ❜

❛ save your breath. half your life you've been hooked on death. ❜

❛ be careful what you bottle up. ❜

❛ i closed my eyes inside of your darkness and found your glow. ❜

❛ shake things up and see what comes down. ❜

❛ i got this doom and gloom in my mind but i feel all right. ❜

❛ feeling so good right now 'til we crash and burn somehow. ❜

❛ i know i've made mistakes but at least they were mine to make. ❜

❛ all of my wildest dreams, they just end up with you and me. ❜

❛ let's drive until the engine just gives out. ❜

❛ i'll be whatever you need me to be. ❜

❛ i cut myself down to whatever you need me to be. ❜

❛ it's all just a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. ❜

❛ i take pleasure in the detail, you know? a quarter pounder with cheese. those are good. the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain. a moment where your laughter becomes a cackle. ❜

❛ here i am, not sure you should take a chance. ❜

❛ i like playing dumb, letting you figure me out. ❜

❛ just another day spent hoping we don't fall apart. ❜

❛ let's twist the knife again like we did last summer. ❜

❛ i'm just trying to keep it together but it gets a little harder when it never gets better. ❜

❛ late at night in my room, i lie awake and think of you and all your little dooms. ❜

❛ last night, i dreamt i still knew you. ❜

❛ i carved out a place in this world for two but it's empty without you. ❜

❛ i've got all this love i've got to keep to myself. ❜

❛ all this effort to make it look effortless. ❜

❛ confront all the pain like a gift under the tree. ❜

❛ oh please, i can't be who you need me to be. ❜

❛ one day every candle's gotta run out of wax. ❜

❛ time is luck and i wish ours overlapped more or for longer. ❜

❛ but you know what they say, if you want a job done right, you gotta do it yourself. ❜

❛ what is there between us, if not a little annihilation? ❜

❛ i'm pretty sure as far as humans go, i am a hard pill to swallow. ❜

❛ i spent ten years in a bit of a chemical haze and i miss the way that i felt. ❜

❛ i felt you at the beginning but needed you at the end. ❜

❛ stop me if you have heard this all before. ❜

❛ oh, but you don't know me anymore. ❜

❛ that's the way, the world, it used to be before our dreams starting bursting at the seams. ❜

❛ we're out here and we're ready to livestream the apocalypse. ❜

❛ the view's so pretty from the deck of a sinking ship. ❜

❛ everything is lit except my serotonin. ❜

❛ everything is lit but my lightning bolt brain. ❜

❛ i just need someone to hold me even though you don't even know me. ❜

❛ what a time to be alive. ❜

❛ they say i should try meditation but i don't want to be with my own thoughts. ❜

❛ when i said 'leave me alone' this isn't quite what i meant. ❜

❛ bad news, what's left? ❜

❛ i'm in a winter mood, dreaming of spring now. ❜

❛ i feel like something that's been stretched out over and over again until i'm creased and i'm about to break down the middle. ❜

❛ the stars are the same as ever but i don't have the guts to keep it together. ❜

❛ life is just a game, maybe i'm stuck in a lonely loop. ❜

❛ we thought we had it all. ❜

❛ i need the sound of crowds or i can't fall asleep at night. ❜

❛ i'm pretty positive my pain isn't cool enough. ❜

❛ ache it till you make it. ❜

❛ i think i've been going through it and i've been putting your name to it. ❜

❛ i used to be a real go-getter. i used to think it'd all get better. ❜

#lyrics rp starters #lyrics starters #rp starters #lyrics rp meme #rp meme #lyrics meme #sentence starters #long post

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my-mt-heart · 25 days

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As utterly beautiful the Richonne renuion was, amd they deserved it don't get me wrong...It's just their love making scene is EXACTLY what I imagined it what it would like for Carol and Daryl. I mean exactly, from the fear, the overwhelming emotions to the point of tears, the hesitation and finally letting 12 years of burning lust and desire break threw all the barriers and they would ravage on another. We have for years talked about when they have sex the scars they both have would be kissed, we talked about Daryl being afraid to the point of trembling like he couldn't believe she was real and finally in his arms..If they do go Canon I hate to see a copy cat scene smh 😞🥺 Maybe they could play it like two fumbling teenagers, unsure, nervous and giggly...laughing and setting the mood light only for it to turn into passion later?! 🤔 I dunno...I hate to even talk shit about the The Ones Who Live 1x4 cause man was it powerful and beautiful. Danaii outdid herself writing and direction 2 the episode,no one knows the characters better then her and Andy..They our both powerhouse actors, see the charactersto go from enemies to lovers and face so many obstacles and just falling deeper in love is so beautiful, but to also show how hard it can be and things aren't always what we expect them to be. But despite the setback and heartbreak you keep fughting for ezch other. ANYWAY COMPLETELY OFF TOPIC 🤦🏻‍♀️MY ENTIRE POINT WAS, Where you also kinda sad about the Richonne lovemaking scene? With it being pretty much being exactly like thousands of caryl fanfic, and was what we all expected when they are finally intimate that's how it be?

To be honest, I've been staying away from all the towl discourse due to how quickly it turns into a ship war where everybody is trying to invalidate everybody else. I'll say this though (and nothing further unless or until it ever feels safe again to discuss). To me, apples are apples and oranges are oranges. Richonne is Richonne and Caryl is Caryl. They have completely different histories and I'd expect there to be plenty of nuance even if they both hit the same story beats at times.

For Caryl, there's a lot of trauma that goes hand in hand with their sex lives. We can infer that Daryl has guarded himself for a lot of his adult life and Carol has had to survive, serve, or maintain control, but sex with each other would be an entirely new experience for them because it would be about expressing how deeply they love each other and how completely they trust each other. I think Daryl would be hellbent on making it good for Carol and she would allow herself to be vulnerable/taken care of. We wouldn't see her leave in a hurry afterward like she did with other partners. She'd stay in his arms. Fumbling like teenagers maybe would've made sense in S3 of the flagship show, but their relationship is far too mature for that now.

I'll do a more in-depth post on sex where I can just focus on Caryl without making any comparisons, but hopefully this answers your question for now.

#caryl #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #daryl dixon #norman reedus #the book of carol #twd caryl

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miraculouslbcnreactions · 23 days

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Hello! I've been reading through all your posts so far and even though I am personally an ML fan and not a salter, I love media analysis and I'm sad that there isn't much of them in the fandom. There are directions in the show that I'm not satisfied with and I'm currently working on a rewrite for a future comic.

I'm curious about your ideas and takes on how you would personally rewrite ML, right now one of my issues is figuring out how the Peacock Miraculous works bcuz of sentimonsters. How would you write them?

I'm glad that you're enjoying my stuff! I label it all as salt because - as best I can tell - this fandom defines that as anything even slightly negative, but my goal is more analysis and discussion than angry ranting. Talking about what a piece of media did wrong and how you would improve it is a fantastic way to improve your own writing. It's why I got into media analysis in the first place!

Funnily enough, I do have a massive rewrite out there somewhere on AO3, so I DO have thought about how to handle sentimonsters. Or, more specifically, I've thought about how to handle the peacock. I'll give those first, then circle back to sentis.

In my humble opinion, the idea of sentimonsters should be scrapped for the following reasons, all of which existed long before the sentitheory was even on my radar:

Sentimonsters are too derivative. They feel like akuma clones and not a unique power. You can tell that the power was only created because they wanted/needed a power that would let the peacock be used at a distance the same way the butterfly is even though no other miraculous works this way.

If you want to do a slavery plot, the kwamis are right there being enslaved. You don't need to add human-looking slaves to the mix. Especially given that many of those human-looking slaves are apparently fine to kill off? Just, the ethics around the way the show does sentimonsters will always make me feel icky. Meanwhile the kwamis don't have the awkward element of being magical constructs that were made to serve. They were a free people before the miraculous. The one way I've played with using Felix is as a kwamis freedom fighter instead of a senti one.

Sentimonsters have too nebulous of a lore. In what way are they emotions brought to life? Outside of Feast, emotions don't seem to effect them at all. Nooroo's powers feel far more emotion based than Dusuu's and it bothers me.

There's also the fact that one of the show's biggest problems is character bloat. No writer alive can write a satisfying story that features a team of 36 characters! (18 humans + 18 kwamis) This is why the kwamis act as a hive mind once Marinette becomes the Guardian. You just can't write that many characters into a scene and keep their personalities straight, so they're now a single unit even though it makes Sass and Wayzz feel out of character.

Give all of that and the way the miracle box is kinda... well, it feels a little too cultural appropriation-ish for my tastes. I won't go on a full rant here, but to give two highlights: the zodiac miraculous don't seem to have a thing to do with the real Chinese zodiac and a box based on Chinese lore would NOT use a black cat for the symbol of bad luck. Black cats being bad luck is relatively modern European lore. In other words, the Chinese stuff is just there for ascetics and not actually representative of Chinese culture, so I had no moral issues scrapping the miracle box and making a much smaller version and neither should you if you're so inclined!

The thing about lore is that it only matters as much as the show makes it matter and, outside of a few key miraculous, I really do think you can change them without most readers caring because of how little the powers actually matter to the show's lore. Like they have completely scrapped the idea of making a person match their miraculous even though that was supposedly a big thing back in season two. This is extra true because it took us so long to learn all the powers in canon, so there are a lot of fics that pre-date the canon reveal and do different things.

But if you want to keep sentimonsters to be more canon accurate, I would consider all of the following as options or things to keep in mind. Feel free to use all or none of them as I'm probably never touching this plot and, if I do, it will doubtless be different from whatever you do:

Doing something to make the difference between valid and non-valid sentimonsters abundantly clear and not just "the creator decides who is valid" OR just don't make any sentimonster valid and have Emilie have used the miraculous out of a desire to help people because she didn't know it would kill her

Have Gabriel be more conflicted about the use of sentimonsters since, you know, his kid is one and Adrien, Felix, and Kagami are the only sentimonsters he dealt with for many, many years

Consider having Nathalie make one sentimonster (maybe even present it as her own child) in order to help Gabriel so it's not a slew of akuma 2.0 on the battlefield. Instead its someone at the school looking for Ladybug and Chat Noir after the villains realize that they're teenagers. (This could be a good way to use Lila and make her powers make sense)

Redo Dusuu's Force or make the tie between sentimonsters and emotions more clear. Like Felix is made from jealousy and Adrien is made from love so that's the source of their conflict

Use Felix as a third, morally neutral party who only cares about sentimonsters and have him act toward those goals like we all thought he was going to after season five. Magneto from X-men should be your template for him not whatever canon did.

Consider letting Kagami know from the start and let her know that she and Adrien are meant to be, but she's not allowed to tell him the truth or something. If you don't go that route then, at the very least, have her finding out be a big deal for her relationship with her mother.

Go all in with Adrien's commands. Gabriel wants Adrien to date Kagami? He's going to date Kagami. None of this Y-7 undo button BS. Go big or go home.

Give the sentimonsters a way to break free. That's what the power of love is supposed to be about. You could go super cheesy with this if you combined it with Adrien's source emotion being love. The literal love child using the thing that made him to overcome what he was made to be to be what he wants to be sounds very fun to me.

Consider giving the senti kids superpowers. It's honestly kinda weird how relatively normal they are. Like, sure, Felix is supposed to be super smart, but we only know that from his Wikipedia and that's about it.

I could go on, but that's a lot, so we'll stop here. Feel free to send additional asks or message me. I have many, many thoughts about how to fix canon while trying to stay true to the core ideas of the story. Or, at least, the things I consider to be the core. I legitimately enjoy the adaption process and think the fun of fanfiction is largely trying to fit alternate takes on canon into the base framework so it still appeals to fans of the source.

#ml writing salt #ml writing critical

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SMOOOCHES!!! Hii cutie!!໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

So we all agree fragile!reader was in a coma for centuries, right? And obviously time waits for nobody. And that included Zandik. So when you do wake up, you realize he’s changed, both physically and mentally. Sure there’s still some remnant of the same grumpy Zandik you knew back in the Akademiya. But it’s almost like you don’t recognize your own lover…there’s just so much angst potential with this idea 😭 because you missed out on so much precious time with him and now he’s more mature. While you’re just stuck being the same old you. I’m sure fragile!reader definitely cries at night blaming themselves for their illness (I know you already wrote a fanfic like this where the clones catch fragile!reader crying !!) and for missing so much precious time with their only loved one. :( but I hope you’re well!! I love u sm I’m sorry if I’m a little inactive brainrots are being slow ;; but I love you so much!!

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon ౨ৎ

HI 🎐 ANON!! MY LOVE 🥰🥰 I am doing well, just a bit stressed with school but I've expected that 😅 And don't worry about it, just take care of yourself, I'll happily wait however long for your brainrots or whenever you want to pop in ❤️ Love u more!!

AND GOD THIS JUST MADE ME WAY MORE SAD 😭 I didn’t even intend for that brainrot to be angsty but OMG… I LOVE THIS. Fragile reader would be so confused for a bit as to why their Zandik wasn't all annoyed and scowling like he used to be. He doesn't seem to be bothered much by your hassling anymore... simply letting out a low laugh. He doesn't get all irritated at physical touch anymore, which is nice of course, but among other things... he's so different. He's so confident as if nothing could ever go wrong with his plans. Nothing fazes him. What did he go through without you, you wonder.

You didn’t expect to be hit with so many insecurities this quickly. You should be grateful to be awake now! And you have such a wonderful lover and his clones! But you can’t help but feel the opposite sometimes… When you look in the mirror, you don’t see the person deserving of Zandik anymore. You see someone weaker, tired, not as good… but Zandik’s smarter, stronger, to the point of Gods all without you… he’s so handsome, mature… he’s made all these achievements while you’ve done nothing for the past hundreds of years. What could you ever have to offer, to someone like him? How could he even love you? You're like a burden... you're not even the same person from the Akademiya, you've gotten worse.

The angst has been hitting me so good lately. Me is thinking about Dottore noticing you becoming more and more distant from him as the days go by. You don’t come to bother him in his office anymore… he didn’t realize how much he became used to you sitting in his lap. You've stopped fighting about wanting to leave the lab to explore the outside world. You don’t even leave your room much anymore, and you keep it locked unlike before. The other clones and Zandy especially miss you… sometimes it’s hard for you to muster up a smile even for the child. You even start to shy away from physical affection, something you’ve always begged for. He doesn’t like that. In fact, he hates it. Despises it. More than failed experiments or inaccurate results and data.

But what could the Doctor do? He doesn't think he can "comfort" you, he's not sure if he has the capacity for that. He knows you have in the past, multiple times, although he got annoyed in the beginning, as he mistook it for pity and didn't believe you were trying to "care" for him... but that was just in your nature. His nature, however, is far different. Though, he's going to have to try something if he doesn't want to lose you.

#smooches talks #🎐 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #why does school put me in an angsty mood... bye #smooches loves her hurt/comfort fics #regardless... 🎐 anon i hope you're doing good ❤️ make sure to rest and stay hydrated ❤️

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