#my girlfriend said i should put it on another fanfic

[huskyweebo]

Kings accidental consort. PT. 1 [ ? ]

Tysm to this blog for inspiring me to make an RadioApple fanfic!

“ So do you Agree on the terms. “ Lucifer affirmed, folding his arms as if saying to not agree. He and Alastor were on the patio; the only quiet place in the now bustling hotel,

“ yes yes, “ The radio demon said somewhat dismissively, “ I would only act as a parent to dear Charlie when you are not here, “ he repeated.

A sudden, odd thought came to Lucifer, “ just like divorced dads, “ he heard in his head, making him snicker slightly, Alastor tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, “ what seems to be hilarious your Majesty, surely not our agreement “ he proceeded to hold out his hand, Lucifer grasped it.

“ oh nothing, I was just thinking that this deal seems like we act like a sort of divorced couple, and how it would be funny if we were actually, truly married “ they shook hands, around them powerful rays of light signaled a deal being made by an Overlord and King.

Downstairs Charlie and Vaggie were heading to their room after letting Angel handle the new guests for a break. Suddenly, the lights darkened around them and Green light was seen, both girls knew that all too well.

“ I’m sorry but who is making a deal with Alastor? “ Charlie asked. Vaggie raised an eyebrow

“ wait didn’t your dad go up with Alastor a couple minutes ago? … oh shit, “ Vaggie muttered, she grabbed Charlie’s hand and rushed up the stairs leading to the patio where Lucifer had said he will be. The was a lot of commotion behind the closed doors, Charlie kicked it open and ready to fight.

“ -re you shitting me! What is this?! This is your fault sinner ! “ Lucifer yelled once Charlie smashed the door open, her father appeared to be wearing a wedding dress, and blushing profusely. Vaggie burst out laughing.

“ well I wasn’t the one who made a frivolous joke about being married, am I ? “ Alastor said. he seemed frustrated, but he still held his smile. He himself was wearing a black tuxedo and holding a bouquet of flowers.

As they argued, both of their hands flared around. Charlie stayed quiet, not wanting to intervene but suddenly noticed wedding bands on each of their clawed hands, putting two and two together, she gasped loudly. She started squealing making both men stop yelling to look at her,

“ oh my gosh, oh my gosh, Vaggie!! Alastor is officially my Father!! They have Ringsss! “ she said shaking her girlfriend, Tears fell from her eyes.

“ ok easy on the sparkles Hon, “ Vaggie said while being shook, she turned to the males with a questioning look,

“ did you guys seriously get married? “ Charlie ran to hug Alastor, “ NEW DAD ! “ she yelled while sobbing madly,

“ What is this? Dear this isn’t for long, His Highness messed up a deal we were making and ended up like this, “ Charlie was peeled off of his body, and her face told them she was hugely disappointed.

“ what but what kind of deal can you botch that badly to- “

“ WELL TIME TO BREAK THIS MARRIGE “ Lucifer interrupted, snapping his fingers.

The wedding garments disappeared for both, Alastor brushed his clothes, “ There you go, the deal should be of- why do I still have another ring. “ Lucifer stretched out his hand in front of him, on top of his old wedding ring that Lilith gave him, there was still the new one. Alastor looked down, he still had his on aswell.

“ Now this is particularly “ he said off handly, “ I thought you had it covered your majesty, “

“ well I do, give me a second “ Lucifer growled,

20 minutes later and everyone was in the palace with Lucifer running everywhere and looking through all the books he can find, he was muttering under his breath frantically similarly to how Charlie did when she was in a panic,

“ HOW IS THERE NOTHING ABOUT STUPID DEAL BREAKS IN THIS SHITHOLE “ Lucifer yelled out from another room and a book could be seen thrown.

“ hmmm “ Alastor hummed through his smile, he enjoyed the little one running around with tarnish, but he knew the fun couldn’t last. He he assured Charlie then went through his shadow and to where Lucifer was.

“ Your highness what seems to be the problem? “ he asked knowing full well the answer to his own question. Lucifer looked like a complete mess: both his horns and wings were out and he wore a crazed expression,

“ well, funny thing, well um- “ he stammered, then flew up and took another book out of a shelf instead of answering him.

Alastor waited for him to come down, he was like a prissy baby and currently, he knew not that Alastor could hear him from down below. The king cursed him out and his past living self. The book he previously had in his hand fell with a slam right next to Alastor, Lucifer cursed even more and flew higher, deep into the high rise library, Alastor went to pick up the book but immediately dropped it when it burned his skin through his gloves.

It was a holy book, ‘ Deals With The Unholy ‘ it was called. All around Alastor was holy books similar to that.

Finally, Lucifer calmed down slightly and flew back to where Alastor was, he was panting heavily.

“ finally calmed down? “ the Sinner rejoiced, his smiled sickened Lucifer, “ I see you don’t got this handled, “ the King rolled his eyes,

“ looks like apparently once a deal is made it can never be broken until it ends, but we never put a deadline, so it’s not possible… but I swear I had saw something about breaking a deal somewhere! “ he said with a pout, Alastor laughed slightly.

“ well I suggest we go ahead and tell our daughter that becuase she is currently worried about you. “ Alastor said smoothly,

“ she worried about me ? “ Lucifer said excitedly, then clearing his throat embarrassed when he saw Alastors face.

“ what do you mean, ‘ our duaghter ‘ she’s my duaghter not yours “ he growled. Alastor laughed,

“ Well this ring says otherwise, so until we find out a way to break this frivolous deal, we are officially married so she is indeed my duaghter. “ Lucifer narrowed his eyes but didn’t say anything, “ go along now darling, please tend to OUR daughter “ The short king muttered angerly as he left, not waiting for him.

Alastor waited for him to close the door. The sound of a Wendigo could be heard from him.

he held his hand with his wedding band out, from it, sparks came from it and suddenly a book appeared in his hand. He reading for a brief moment before shutting and burning it.

“ A slight mishap that I could use, maybe being married isn’t such a bad thing “ Alastor started laughing, he continued on as he went through the shadows…

TBC [ ? ]

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[evanpeterswhoresblog]

BBYG PART TWO OF GUILTY AS SIN PLEASE I LUV UR WORKSSSS

i hope you guys enjoy this!! i had a lot of fun with it. it’s technically part two but i gave it a different title sorry :)

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Fresh Out The Slammer

James Potter x f!reader

warnings: smut, protected p in v, fingering, slight oral (f receiving), very slight underage alcohol but barely, morally idk how good this is, lmk if i missed any

summary: after you and Remus finally split, you and James finally come together…

word count: 2.8k

a/n: another taylor fanfic hahaha (i love this) lmk what you guys think of the end i thought it was really clever but maybe that’s just me being overconfident…

part one is here!!

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I did my time

Now pretty baby I’m running back home to you

Fresh out the slammer

I know who my first call will be to...

~~~

When you look back on your days at Hogwarts, you always wonder why you and Remus stayed together so long.

It was a week after your monumental conversation with James on the grass that your overdue breakup occurred. You had tried your hardest to give your relationship one last try, you really did. But one night as you laid next to the tall lanky boy, all you could think about was a certain pair of hazel eyes. A pair that didn’t belong to the boy next to you.

That was the final straw.

“Rem,” you said, your voice cool. “I think it’s best we break up.”

You kept your eyes on the canopy above, but you could feel him shift beside you. “Really?”

“Yes. In fact, I think this is overdue. Don’t you think?”

“I suppose so...” he replied.

You turned to look at him. Unsurprisingly, he was sitting calmly as could be with a book in one of his hands. A sigh escaped your lips, but you didn’t say anything else. Instead, you simply stood and began to dress yourself. He was the one to speak again.

“Would it be all right if we remained friends?” He asked his eyes on you for what felt like the first time in a while.

“Of course. Let’s not make it odd for everyone else,” you answered.

He looked back down at his book. “Right. Good night then.”

On the walk back to your dorm you named every reason in your head why you broke up with Remus. He was distant. He didn’t know how to treat you like a true girlfriend. The spark had died between the two of you. The relationship had truly just run its course. But as you stepped into the common room your eyes found the most significant reason.

You refused to put him on your mental list.

~~~

You didn’t know if it was out of respect for Remus or if it was intentional at all, but James waited a few weeks before making any sort of move on you. You were glad. Adjusting to a single life was strange. You no longer spent time alone with Remus, you no longer cried or had fits because of his behavior. He was simply another one of your friends. You liked him better that way.

When James did give you a sign, it was far from subtle.

It came during Charms in the form of a small piece of paper. Of course, Charms happened to be the only class the two of you had together that Remus was not in as well. In fact, the only other member of your friend group who was in the class was Peter and he never paid much attention to anything. So, when you felt the piece of paper hit your lap, you didn’t hesitate to open it.

How’s the single life treating you so far? -J

You turned your head to look at James, a smile on your lips. He was already looking at you, a similar smile on his face. You felt your cheeks heat up as you scribbled your reply and threw it back to him.

It’s better than I expected, most things are the same.

He was quick to throw it back.

That’s true except now you’re free to do whatever you’d like..

You held in a breath.

More like whomever I’d like

You let out a shaky breath at his reply.

Yeah? Well, you know where my bed is

For a few seconds, you stared at the note, not sure if you should write anything more. You turned back to look at him and your eyes instantly met his. He looked at you with a gleam that you hadn’t seen in a boy's eyes in a long time, at least not one directed toward you. So, you picked up your quill and wrote back, not a single guilty thought crossing your mind.

I suppose I’m going to know what it feels like soon too

~~~

Another long week passed before anything happened between you and him. And each day that passed only filled you with more desire. You felt almost giddy at the thoughts. A secret hookup with James Potter. It was something you’d imagined for a long time, but for so many reasons you never imagined it would actually be brought to life.

But it was.

One night, there was a party in the Ravenclaw common room that everyone was attending. Everyone except you. Or so you thought.

“Are you sure y/n/n? It’ll be so much fun,” Lily questioned. You were all in the Gryffindor common room. Everyone else was getting ready to leave, but you sat on the couch in your bedclothes.

“Yeah, I’m not really in the party mood tonight. Plus, I have some work that still needs to be done,” you answered honestly.

“Boring!” Sirius exclaimed. “Don’t worry lovely I’ll make sure to save some alcohol for you.”

“Thanks, Sirius,” you said with a laugh.

“Let’s go, Wormtail, Moony, Prongs.”

“Actually, you lot can go without me. I’m not feeling the greatest.”

Your eyes shot to James. What was he doing? You noticed what he was wearing. A wifebeater and flannel pants. You swore you never wanted to shag him more than at that moment.

“Are you serious?” Sirius groaned. “Whatever mate you’re no fun. We’ll be back later.”

“All right, have fun,” James replied.

“Bye, y/n/n!” The girls sang as they left.

You waved them all goodbye before getting up and turning to the staircase. You could feel James’s eyes burning into you from behind.

“Seems it’s just the two of us for once,” he said, his voice quieter than before.

Your stomach filled with butterflies. “Yeah, it seems that way.”

“I was wondering if you could help me with some Charms work, I know you have the homework as well perhaps we can do it together...” From the tone of his voice, you knew it wasn’t true. But still, you turned and gave him a slight nod. “It’s all in my dorm, let’s just go up there to do it.”

Deep down, you knew you should’ve felt bad. James was your ex-boyfriend’s best friend. If any of them knew about your sinful thoughts, you’d surely be thrown out of the group and shunned. However, while that knowledge made you feel uneasy, it didn’t stop you from following him up to the dorm.

The second the door closed behind the two of you, James’s lips were on yours. Though it came as a surprise, you didn’t hesitate for even a second to kiss him back. His lips were warm and soft, just how you had always imagined. It was messy and quick and when he broke it you found yourself breathless. All you could do was stare at him, your cheeks pink.

“James I-”

“We can take our time if you’d like, I’m sorry I’ve just wanted to do that for so fucking long,” he replied as if he could read your mind.

“Me too, you don’t understand.” You inhaled deeply and took a few steps deeper into the dorm you were all too familiar with. Only this time, you sat on a different bed. “This doesn’t feel real.”

He sat down next to you on his bed, his glowing hazel eyes locked on yours. “Believe me, I understand everything.”

“I just... want you,” you mumbled. It felt so good to finally say it. You placed one of your hands on his thigh. “I want you a lot.”

He smiled in a way that practically sent shivers down your spine. “I want you too.”

“So, take me. You don’t... you don’t have to be gentle,” you whispered with a confidence you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Instead of answering you with words, James leaned closer and caught your lips in another kiss. This time though, it wasn’t messy and rushed. No. It was passionate, it was a kiss that would leave you giggling on your bed when you looked back on it. As your lips moved against his you followed his lead and laid back on the mattress with your legs parted for him to slip in between.

His hands were far bigger than yours. When he slid one of them up your thigh you almost couldn’t remember how to breathe. You kissed him harder and weaved your fingers through his soft curly hair. He toyed with your shorts for a moment before carefully slipping his hand beneath the fabric. It would be an understatement to say you were wet. You were soaked. And you could feel James’s smirk on your mouth when he discovered this.

“Are you always like this?” He mumbled.

You shook your head. “Only when it comes to you.”

“Good.”

He wasted no more time and moved his fingers under your knickers, finding your clit almost instantly. You gasped, one of your hands gripped his strong shoulder tightly, and your eyes squeezed shut.

“James,” you moaned.

He began to trail wet kisses down your neck as he continued to rub soft circles on your clit. Never mind thinking straight, you couldn’t think at all. Your stomach was warm, and waves of pleasure coursed throughout your entire body. You swore you’d never felt anything as good in your life. But when your hand brushed against his shirt you sighed.

“Take it off, take everything off. Please,” you whispered frantically.

You opened your eyes to see James’s bright smile. “Since you asked so nicely.”

Without another word, he leaned back and pulled his shirt off. You couldn’t stop yourself from staring. His muscles were toned, yet he was still skinny. You wanted to kiss every inch of his body, but you settled on dragging your fingers up and down his chest for a few seconds.

“Your turn,” he said.

You silently sat up and lifted your tank top over your head and threw it down to the floor. Perhaps it was the amount of lust that consumed you, or perhaps it was the amount of comfort you felt with James. Either way, you didn’t cower or feel insecure as his eyes moved across your naked breasts. In fact, you felt confident. So, you laid back down on his bed and began to pull your shorts and knickers down, your eyes not leaving his.

Only when you were fully naked did you feel a slight feeling of insecurity. James must’ve noticed this though because he leaned over you and pressed a sincere kiss to your lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. He brushed a hand over one of your breasts. “So perfect.”

“Fuck me, James, please I can’t bear it any longer,” you replied quickly. It was true, you’d already waited so many months in silence. How were you expected to wait even a second longer?

“I think you can afford to bear it for a few more minutes. I want to have my way with you first.”

You were going to protest, but before you could he slid his hand between your thighs. He swirled his fingers over you, collecting your wetness before eventually carefully moving one of his fingers inside of you. You threw your head back and gripped his sheets hard. It was an even better feeling than you’d imagined. He kissed you hungrily as he slowly started finger fucking you.

As if that wasn’t enough, he kissed down your body minutes later before ending with his face between your thighs. You couldn’t contain your whimpers and moans. If anyone was near the Gryffindor boy's dorm, they’d surely hear you. The fact neither of you thought enough to cast a silencing charm only made it more thrilling.

By the time you reached your first orgasm, you were quite sure you’d never felt anything nearly as good in your life. Remus never cared enough to spend his time pleasuring you, at least not after the first few months. But James cared a whole lot. He touched you with his tongue and his fingers till you were shaking and panting for a break.

When he did stop you watched through heavy lids as he wiped his mouth on your thigh and began to pull down his last remaining articles of clothing. His eyes were glowing, and his glasses were almost falling off his face. You decided then that he was by far the most attractive boy you’d ever seen. And when your eyes trailed down his naked body you found yourself an even bigger reason as to why that statement was true.

“Are you on the potion?” He asked as he began to move over you.

“Yeah,” you answered, your voice weak.

He smirked. “You’re a dirty girl hm?”

“For you yes.”

“How so?”

You smiled sweetly and reached up to remove James’s glasses. “Truthfully? Sometimes I touch myself when I think of you.”

“You’ll have to show me next time.” He shifted and you felt his tip brush against your entrance. Your breath caught in your throat. “Is this what you think about?”

“S-Sometimes yes,” you said with a shaky voice.

All you could do as he slowly began to thrust into you was gasp and wrap your arms around him, your nails digging into his skin. He was big and you were still sensitive from how hard you previously came. Those factors only amplified how good he felt. Once he was fully in, he leaned down to connect your lips in another heated kiss before truly starting the shag.

Though Remus would fuck you hard, he never fucked you the way James did. James went hard, he went fast, but he also showed he still cared. At one point, he removed one of your hands from his back and pressed it against the mattress, lacing his fingers through yours. And his lips were either on yours, on your neck, or whispering sweet praises. Even the way he said your name was enough to tell you how much he cared about you.

You didn’t know how long it went on, but it was long enough that he started to grow tired. At that point, you’d already reached your second orgasm, so you decided he deserved a break. With all your strength, you flipped your positions and took some control. You lowered yourself onto him and nearly came a third time from the sounds he made.

When everything was done and over, the two of you laid next to each other out of breath and shocked at what had transpired. You felt your heart pound in your chest and a sticky feeling between your thighs. You turned your head to look at the boy next to you. He, of course, was already looking at you, his glasses back on.

“That was...”

“Better than any of my fantasies,” you told him.

“Mine too,” he agreed with a smile.

You bit down on your lip. “So now what?”

“Perhaps another go?”

That was an offer you could never refuse.

~~~

Hours later, past midnight at least, the door to the boy's dorm opened and the other three Marauders stumbled in. Sirius was far too drunk; he could barely stand up straight. That left Remus and Peter to stand on either side of him with their arms wrapped around his back protectively. All their eyes found you and James after a few seconds. The two of you sat on his bed, a foot of papers between the two of you.

“Oh, hello y/n,” Peter greeted you.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” Remus questioned.

Sirius only gasped overdramatically. “They’re shagging! Prongsie and Lovely are shagging!”

You rolled your eyes and stood up. “Why don’t we get you to bed?”

“Can I have a go first? Before bed? Please! Is that all right Moony?” Sirius stumbled over his words as his friends dropped him into his bed.

“Nobody’s having a go unless it is Moony,” James said.

Remus turned toward you, a questioning expression on his face. “What are you doing up here?”

You pointed at the many papers on James’s bed. “Charms homework, I told you lot that’s why I wasn’t going to the party. James felt a bit better, so we just decided to work on it together.”

“Will I be allowed to use that work?” Peter asked innocently.

“Of course, Pete,” you replied. You turned back to James’s bed where he still sat, and you began to gather your work. “I should be going then.”

You held your papers close to your chest and tried your hardest not to look at James. You knew if you did, something on your face would clearly show what had really gone on. So, you kept your head down and moved as fast as you could to their door.

“Same time next week then?” James’s voice caught your attention as you were about to leave.

You looked over your shoulder and nodded, trying your hardest not to blush. “Or sooner, I’m very eager to get this work done.”

“All right, sooner, goodnight then,” James replied with a knowing look.

The last thing you heard before leaving was the innocent voice of Peter asking if he could join in and the loud laugh that James let out.

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[savannahsdeath]

hiii I love your work! could you pretty please do some toxic ellie? :)

TOXIC!ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

mdni please<3

summary: a miserable attempt to leave your toxic girlfriend

warnings: preferably 18+, just lots of toxic shit, manipulating, reader is crying

writers note: probably the only toxic post you'll see on my profile. honestly, i dont even know why i wrote this and im posting it just for the anon. i dont support any toxic behavior, cuz even a simple fanfic can bring some harm. dont read it if youre sensitive to such topics and if you decide to read it, dont romanticize it and dont blame me for any bad feelings you felt while reading - youre responsible for your own media consumption, im not forcing anyone to read. as i said, i just post it for the anon and also because i dont want it to just sit in my drafts (i dont have the guts to delete it). ugh its kinda long but i just want to make sure everyones safe, please take care🩷

you were sitting in your bed with your head buried between your knees for half an hour now, ignoring the buzzing of your phone. you caught her with another girl. you should cry and feel miserable, and all you could think of was; 'finally! finally a reason to leave her!!'. all you could feel was happiness.

but leaving her wasn't easy. you tried a few times before.

'maybe it'll be different this time', you hoped. but the way you kept receiving notifications from her said otherwise. 'maybe if i ignore her for a few more minutes, she'll let me go.'

you tried to put your phone down, but your hands won't let you. your thumbs kept reaching for the screen in a desperate, involuntary action. you were powerless to stop it. you knew you shouldn't respond. you know you should walk away, but you couldn't. every time she messaged you, your heart beated faster and your breathing quickened. you knew this isn't the best thing for you, but a part of you was still clinging to hope.

'enough, stop it.' you ordered to yourself.

you picked up your phone, deciding to call your friend. she'll make you remember all the cruel things ellie did and leaving her will be easier.

your hands were shaking and you were truly scared of what's going to happen. you hestitated for too long before clicking on your friend's profile and.. lost your chance.

ellie was calling you. she wasn't giving up and she was probably pissed off by now.

you sighed and whispered; 'sorry' to your future self, before answering the call.

"why aren't you answering to my texts, huh?" she asked in an accusatory tone, as if you were the one who did something wrong.

your breath hitched as you heard her voice. there's no going back now. "i'm sorry, ellie, it's over." you mumbled and shook your head in disbelief. 'i'm sorry'?? for what? where was your confidence?

she took it from you, just like she's going to take anything she wants.

"i'll pick you up in a few minutes." she announced and you felt tears starting to well up in your eyes.

great. so she's on her way here.

you took a deep breath to stop your voice from quivering. "i'm not going anywhere- not with you."

ellie laughed, thinking it's all a joke. "you're funny, honey. you know you come crawling back to me everytime." she replies calmly. "so get ready. i'm coming to pick you up, and then we can talk about this. like grown-ups."

ellie was good at controlling you. she'll say she's coming to pick you up, and you'll be waiting on your porch when she arrives. she had a firm grip on you and she knew it.

not this time.

"like grown-ups?" you nervously laughed. "you cheated on me. again."

ellie didn't get angry. she wasn't even surprised.

"don't overreact, babe." she replied in an irritated tone. "it's not like it was anything serious. it's just some random girl. i'm still with you. you should know that."

you were stunned by her cavalier attitude. she really thought it's no big deal.

"leave me alone." if there was even a little bit of toughness in your voice before, it all left. now, you were just simply begging her to stop. "please."

ellie's confidence and her nonchalant attitude was getting to you. you felt angry, but at the same time, you were starting to doubt yourself.

you wanted to hang up, but you couldn't. you just waited for her reaction, praying this'll be the end. but you knew everything depended on what ellie wants, and for her, only her own good mattered.

ellie chuckled. "oh, sweetheart. you think you can just break up with me over the phone? we're not even having a fight here. come on, be reasonable. let's just talk this through. i'll be there soon."

you proudly raised your chin, even though she couldn't see that. the tears ruined your confident facade anyway. "i locked the door."

she stayed silent for a moment, not expecting that from you. but she always had a plan b, and you realised that as soon as you heard her laugh. "i'll check that myself."

you heard her car arrive outside your house, and an instant wave of regret washed over you.

she knocked on the front door. "i'm here, love. open up." her voice was gentle, with an apologetic tone.

you knew it was all a ploy to get you to open the door. you knew this was just another manipulative tactic she was using, but it was starting to work.

"come on, be a smart girl." she continued in a sweet voice. "or we'll do this the hard way."

you cursed yourself for how weak you felt, even though it wasn't your fault.

"ellie, please..." you begged, with as much authority as you could muster, but your pleads still sounded weak.

"what's that, babe? are you crying?" she responded in a mocking tone.

you felt powerless to resist her. your stomach twisted in knots, but your fingers reached for the knob. your other hand quickly wiped away your tears, though there were some visible smudges left. you stared at the doorknob in your hand, fighting every instinct in your body to open it and let her in. but you knew she'll get her way, sooner or later. you just wanted to get this over with.

with a shaking hand, you opened the door. you saw that ellie was holding a set of keys - there was definitely one to your house too. she could just unlock the door, but she wanted to check if you'll listen to her. you didn't even want to think about what would happen if you didn't give up.

she walked inside like she owned the place, and she didn't even look at you. she knew she's got you wrapped around her finger.

"good girl." she said, with the same mocking tone.

ellie's eyes darted around the room, and she walked over to take a closer look at a framed photo of the two of you on your shelf. she smirked, letting out a sarcastic 'hmph, so cute'.

you stood there, defeated, as she walked past you and paced around your home. she made herself comfortable, as if she belongs there. you tried to keep a brave face, but she could see right through it.

she sat down and turned to you. "tell me, why we ended up here?" she asked, her voice was cold and unforgiving, but it also sounded curious. "why are you trying to leave me? aren't you happy?"

you felt your lips tremble, as you parted them to speak. "you know damn well what you did."

she stood up and walked up to you, standing right in your face and leaning a little to match your eye level. "fucked another girl? huh? is that it?" she stroked your cheek with the back of her fingers, mocking your pout.

you flinched away from her touch, but she grabbed your face with both hands and pulled you towards her.

"i just had some fun." she said calmly. "besides, you can't blame me for wanting something different. just trying to make up for what you lack." she caressed your face, tracing your lips. it was almost gentle, as if she wasn't even trying to hurt you. but her words cut deep. "now, stop acting like a baby." she let go of your face. "i'm trying to have a mature conversation with you."

the obedient, scared side of you wiped your tears away and straightened up without thinking, but everytime you closed your eyes - everytime you blinked - another wave of salty liquid streamed down your cheeks.

you sniffled and tried to keep it together, but your body was shaking and feeling dizzy. still, you stood your ground.

"please, ellie... i can't do this anymore." you begged in a shaky voice.

"sh, shhh..." ellie wrapped her hands around you, rubbing your hair in a soothing motion. "don't say dumb things. i already know you can't live without me. you know that too." she grabbed you by the shoulders and forced you to look at her for a second. "don't you?"

her embrace felt somehow comforting, not matching the poisoning effect of her words. you clinged onto her, hoping to get as much from this rare moment as possible.

but you knew, deep down, that this is just another manipulation tactic. you shouldn't fall for her games.

"there, there." she whispered to you. she held you even tighter, as if she was trying to absorb every ounce of energy you had left.

she pulled back and looked you straight in the eyes. "do you see what happens when you try to leave me, babe?"

"i am leaving you." you said with as much conviction as you could muster. "i'm serious this time."

but ellie just smiled, treating your words like a joke. "that's funny, honey. this is just another one of your little tantrums. you're just upset because you haven't gotten enough attention these days. but you don't want to lose me." she ran her hands along your cheeks and caressed your hair. "you'll come back to me. you'll come crawling back, just like always. because you can't live without me."

you instantly buried your face in her chest, as she started stroking your back.

she sighed. "are you finished?"

you felt ashamed. you failed, once again. you let her win.

you lifted your head up so you could see her expression. her smile was even more mocking and cruel now that you've given in to her.

"that's more like it, babe." she said with that same condescending tone. she pulled you in for another hug, as if nothing happened. "now, let's forget all about today, okay?" she whispered in your ear. "my pretty girl."

#reqs open #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #toxic!ellie #toxic!ellie williams x reader #toxic!ellie x reader #toxic!ellie williams #possesive!ellie

[literaila]

hi!! i’m shy so i’m anon

first of all i love the typical family series it’s literally the best fanfic i know, thank you for being so creative

a lot of the time you mention gojo and reader being extremely physically close around the children and i was just wondering if they ever questioned the relationship

what do they think when they see the two people they see as parents being this close to kissing but not being sure if they’re in love or not, like did they ever asked? do they have different opinions?

thank you if you answer and i’m so happy you have enough ideas for the fic not to end soon<3

yeah, so, obviously reader and satoru are physical with each other and the kids, so they don’t necessarily question that part of the relationship.

like tsumiki and megumi will crawl into bed with reader and sleep there for the night. when they have movie nights they’re all sprawled across the couch together, limb in limb. you expect a hug in greeting from both of them, and satoru pinches their cheeks literally every second of every day (which earns him a lot of groaning, naturally).

so, i think after a couple of months it’s just natural for tsumiki and megumi.

but, there’s some tension between you and satoru that can’t be ignored.

i think the very first night gojo takes the kids to meet you, megumi, who is already grumpy because this strange man has abducted them and it’s midnight is like “where are you taking us?”

and gojo is obviously grinning, telling him that they’re going to your apartment: “i just need to call yaga real quick. he should have the address.”

“who’s house?”

“y/n.”

megumi frowns. he’s a child, so obviously he asks “is she your girlfriend?”

gojo, phone to his ear, sputters, cheeks going red, shaking his head adamantly and saying “no,” like the very idea offends him.

none of this is lost on megumi, so its his go to method of messing with gojo.

when gojo says that he’s going to kick them out and put on the street megumi says “i’ll just go live at your girlfriends house.”

or when megumi is walking home from school with gojo he asks: “is your girlfriend at home yet? i need her to sign a permission slip.”

any situation where megumi can say “girlfriend” instead of your name, he’s doing it.

and every time, without fail, satoru answers with a vehement “she’s not my girlfriend.”

and megumi just raises a brow at him.

but one time you’re talking with megumi and satoru and megumi starts to say “see? your girlfri —“ and satoru tugs on his hair, earning a scowl from you, but you don’t have time to question it before satoru is pulling megumi aside.

“call her that one more time and i’m banning you from the library. for life. and selling the dogs online.”

“you can’t do that.”

satoru smiles. “wanna test it?”

so megumi never tries to say it in front of you again and you scold satoru for threatening the children.

tsumiki, on the other hand, i feel is the type of kid to bring up wild questions right before bed completely unwarranted.

so you’re tucking her in one night when she asks “are you in love with gojo?”

and you immediately choke, looking away from her and cursing yourself for ever introducing her to rom coms.

“uhhh…” you wave a hand, trying to evade, but she’s looking at you and her big brown eyes are so genuine that you just sigh. “i love gojo.”

she doesn’t really understand the difference, unfortunately, but she doesn’t question it.

and another time you’re talking about one of her school friends, and she says “yeah, but we’re not best friends.”

you raise a brow. “you’re not? she just spent the night. you see her every day.”

“yeah, but she said that she didn’t want to cuddle with me when we went to sleep.”

your mouth opens. then closes.

“you know?” tsumiki continues. “like you and gojo.”

so you have to teach her about the different types of love, and what a best friend is—“your favorite friend, miki. cuddling is not a factor.”—and afterwards she’s not completely clear on it still, but she nods.

“okay. aiko’s my best friend.”

you nod, satisfied, and tell her to get under the covers.

“but…” tsumiki starts and you nod. “what kind of love is yours and gojo’s then? if you like to cuddle? and you see each other every day? and you love him? are you still best friends then?”

“okay! bedtime. don’t want to stay up too late, do you?” you answer and get out of there as quick as possible.

so, yeah. they both know. but also it’s not like they’ve had any other great examples of romantic relationships (ahem, toji) so they don’t question it for the most part. that’s just how they are.

as they grow up they get to listen to the whispers of your coworkers and friends, though, rolling their eyes and saying that you guys should “just make out already.” which both of the children agree with.

really, it’s obvious that you like each other. (i have a little one shot that i planned where megumi points this out i just haven’t written it oops.)

but, let’s say, several years later after you both finally get together megumi and tsumiki are just talking about the two of you and tsumiki brings up what you told her about gojo being your best friend, and the different types of love.

and megumi rolls his eyes, going “seriously. who let them be responsible for two children?”

tsumiki just laughs.

#i love all anons they are the light of my life #my brain really does some crazy things #a typical family #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you

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Private Landing (Lewis Hamilton Fanfic)(4/?)

SUMMARY: In the high-speed world of Formula One, Lewis Hamilton subtly introduces a mysterious partner via Instagram after a slight mishap during an interview. Sparking media intrigue, everyone wants to know: who is the enigmatic figure that calls herself Mrs. Hamilton?

INSPO: this post

PAIRINGS: Sir Lewis Hamilton x Aurora "Rorie" Phillips-Hamilton (faceclaim is Justine Skye)

WARNINGS: drama, angst, sexual content, formula one b.s., pre-established relationship (with flashbacks). RATED M (18+)

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CHAPTER 4: Summer Break '23

The summer break had finally arrived, and Lewis couldn't contain his excitement. After a grueling first half of the season, he was ready for some time off to relax and recharge. Plans for two trips were set: one with his best mates Miles, Andrew, Louis, and Jas as well as Rorie and some of her girlfriends for a one-week cruise around Turkey, and another with his family to Colorado for relaxation and bonding time.

He missed hanging out with his boys, but he also missed his wife. Lewis wanted her to be with him in Belgium when he finished the first half of the season, but she had an interview with Bustle to prepare for, not to mention check in with Lyric and make sure everything was running smoothly at home. He was immensely proud of her for all of the opportunities that came her way, and he was certain that there was so much in store for her.

This break from racing was much needed for him, especially since his team's performance thus far had been subpar. They were struggling to keep up with their main competitor, Red Bull, and it was taking a toll on him mentally. He thought he had left all his emotions behind on the track, but they followed him even as he escaped to the Kusadasi port with his wife as they waited for their friends to arrive.

"Is everything alright?" Rorie asked, noticing the worried expression on her husband's face.

"I just can't stop thinking about the races and how we're not performing as well as we should," Lewis replied.

Rorie placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "You're still an amazing driver, Lewis. Don't let this get to you."

"I know, but I hate losing," Lewis sighed. "I want to win another championship for my team."

"Well, that's something we can work on when we get back," Rorie said with a smile. "But for now, let's enjoy our break and each other's company."

“You’re right.” Lewis nodded and leaned in for a kiss from his supportive wife. She always knew how to comfort him and put things into perspective.

“I’m always right,” giggled Rorie as he placed tender kisses along her jawline. He grumbled an indecipherable reply and the deep timbre sent shivers down her spine.

"Rorie!!" The sound of Kiara's high-pitched made Lewis groan and facepalm.

"You invited her, really baby?" he asked, irritated, as he moved away from his wife’s embrace.

"Of course I did," Rorie replied with a scoff. "KiKi is fun, and I think she has a little crush on Miles."

Lewis's eyes widened as he realized Rorie's intentions. "Please don't tell me you're trying to set them up."

"And if I am?" Rorie raised an eyebrow before striding off to greet her friend.

"Girl!" KiKi smiled widely as she took in the luxurious multi-level yacht that they were on. "I know your man got money, but this is wild! Thank you for inviting me; I bought Casamigos!"

"Yes!" cheered Rorie as she gave KiKi another hug. "I can always count on you to get the party started."

A small smirk appeared on Lewis' face. Despite her annoying demeanor, he had to give it to KiKi for bringing the fun. Whenever Rorie drank Casamigos, she turned into a bona fide freak in bed - something he definitely looked forward to.

Maybe inviting KiKi might not be bad after all, he thought. If he could get even two minutes of “special time” with Rorie, that would certain make him feel a whole lot better.

"Hey, Lew!" she spoke to him and he replied with a friendly wave. "You spent a lot of money on this yacht, my friend. I can already tell that this is going to be a trip of a lifetime."

Lewis chuckled at KiKi's comment, knowing that she was right. He had spared no expense in renting out this impressive yacht for their vacation. It was the least he could do for his closest friends and wife, who had been by his side through all of his races and training sessions.

"Something like that. How was your flight?" Lewis asked, trying to make conversation with KiKi as they waited for the rest of their friends to arrive.

"It was good," KiKi replied with a smile. "I ended up watching movies the whole time. Where's Miles fine ass at?"

Lewis rolled his eyes at KiKi's flirtatious comment. "He'll be here soon."

"I'll be surprised if you don't have him wrapped around your finger by the end of the night," Rorie teased.

KiKi rolled her eyes playfully. "Please, I already have him wrapped around my finger."

Just then, Miles, Louis, Andrew, and Jas arrived and joined them on the yacht. Miles hugged Rorie and Lewis before greeting KiKi with a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey gorgeous," he said with a charming smile. "Long time no see."

"Hey yourself, handsome," KiKi replied, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously.

The rest of Rorie's friends arrived on the yacht - Tia, Ayesha, and Britt. They were all excited to see each other and catch up. Tia and Ayesha were Rorie's closest friends from college and Britt was her childhood best friend.

As they settled into the yacht, Lewis went to check on the captain and make sure everything was in order. Meanwhile, Rorie and her friends grabbed some shots from the bar and headed to the deck.

"Can you believe it's been eight years since we graduated?" Tia exclaimed, raising her glass. "Cheers to us still being friends!"

They all clinked glasses and downed the shots.

"I can't believe we're all here together," Ayesha said with a smile. "It's like old times."

Everyone nodded in agreement, reminiscing about their college days and how much they had grown since then. Tia and Ayesha were both successful lawyers now, while Britt had pursued her love for photography and found success as a freelance photographer. KiKi had established a catering business in New York.

"Yeah, except now we're all successful women with our own careers," Britt added. "Rorie especially - Mrs. Hamilton and budding socialite."

Rorie laughed at Britt's words, feeling grateful for all the blessings in her life. She never imagined she'd end up marrying a world-renowned race car driver, but here she was, living her dream.

"Speaking of which," Rorie said, eyeing KiKi slyly. "What about you, KiKi? When are you going to settle down?"

KiKi rolled her eyes and took another sip of her drink. "I'm living my best life as a single woman," she replied with a smirk.

"She's too busy chasing after every hot guy she sees," Miles chimed in, earning a playful slap from KiKi.

"Funny coming from the one who slid into my DMs less than a day ago," KiKi retorted, causing everyone to fall silent with their jaws hanging open in surprise.

Lewis muttered under his breath, "Wow," and shot a telling look towards his best friend.

The group burst into laughter at Miles's expense and he playfully pretended to be offended.

"Hey, I have a reputation to uphold," he joked. "But in all seriousness, KiKi is a catch. Any guy would be lucky to have her."

KiKi grinned, knowing that Miles was just trying to make up for his slip-up. She didn't want to waste any more time talking about relationships when they were supposed to be having fun and letting loose on the yacht.

"Enough about me," she said, grabbing another bottle of Casamigos from the bar. "Let's focus on having a good time!"

Everyone eventually settled in, deciding to change into their swimwear and take a dip in the crystal clear waters surrounding the yacht. They all jumped off the deck and into the refreshing sea, laughing and splashing each other. The yacht sailed further into the Aegean, the warm sun and gentle breeze making for a perfect day out on the water. The group relaxed on the deck, enjoying drinks and snacks while taking in the beautiful views around them.

Meanwhile, Britt was busy capturing all the beautiful moments with her camera. She wandered around the yacht, snapping photos of everyone enjoying themselves. Lewis noticed her from where he sat with Rorie.

"Britt's really talented," he commented.

"Yeah, she's always loved photography," Rorie replied.

Suddenly, KiKi stood up from where she was sitting next to Miles.

"Alright guys," she announced with a grin. "It's time for our next activity: never have I ever!"

There were groans of protest from some members of the group while others whooped with excitement. Lewis and Rorie exchanged a knowing look, already anticipating the chaos that was about to ensue.

"I'll start!" KiKi declared, throwing back her shot of tequila before proclaiming, "Never have I ever hooked up with someone on a yacht."

This immediately caught everyone's attention and they all looked around at each other, trying to gauge who had done it and who hadn't.

Miles took a shot and laughed. "Looks like you're out, KiKi."

KiKi shrugged nonchalantly. "Hey, it was a yacht party. Things happen and I'll do it again." She shot Miles a flirtatious smirk, causing him to chuckle.

"Don't start nothing you can't finish, baby,” he teased her with a suggestive wink.

"Bring it on, Daddy," responded KiKi, causing everyone to hoot with laughter.

Rorie went next, taking a gulp of her drink before declaring, "Never have I ever went skydiving."

Lewis took a shot, causing her to laugh and give him a high five.

The game continued, with each person revealing some wild or funny experience they'd had. It was now Jas' turn and he glanced around the group with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

"Never have I ever kissed someone of the same gender." Jas declared.

All the women took shots, laughing as they did so.

"Wait, what?" Lewis exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise. "You've all kissed another girl?"

"Well, yeah! It's a pretty common thing," Tia replied with a shrug.

Rorie chuckled and nudged her husband. "Don't worry, babe. You're the only one for me."

Lewis grinned and pulled her in for a kiss, causing KiKi and Miles to make gagging noises.

"Okay okay, let's continue the game," Jas interjected with a laugh. "You're turn Lou."

Louis thought for a moment before saying, "Never have I ever gone skinny dipping in the middle of winter."

Everyone laughed and took shots, except for Miles who shook his head. "Why would anyone do that?"

"It was a dare from my sorority sisters in college," Ayesha explained with a grin. "I couldn't back down."

"Alright, my turn," Tia said with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Never have I ever had a one-night stand with a celebrity."

The group immediately turned to Britt who took a sip of her drink.

"Who was it?" Miles asked, already sensing that this was going to be good.

"I'm not telling," Britt replied with a sly smile.

Lewis whistled impressed. "Damn girl, you're full of surprises tonight."

Jas laughed and put an arm around Britt's shoulder. "You're definitely our wild card for this trip."

Ayesha was next, "Never have I ever tried anal sex."

The group erupted into laughter at Ayesha's unexpected declaration.

"Shit, where did that come from?" Miles asked, still laughing.

"What? It's just a question," Ayesha defended herself with a shrug.

Only Rorie and Lewis took a shot. Rorie giggled and whispered something to Lewis, causing him to laugh.

"What was that?" KiKi asked curiously.

"Just reminiscing about our honeymoon," Rorie replied with a wink.

Tia grinned mischievously, "Okay okay, let's keep playing before we all get too fucked up."

"Okay okay, my turn," Britt said eagerly. "Never have I ever had sex in a public place."

Some took shots while others shook their heads in disbelief.

"Wait, seriously? Where?" KiKi asked with wide eyes.

Britt's cheeks warmed and shrugged. "In a movie theater parking lot."

Everyone's jaw dropped at her bold confession.

"Damn girl, you're truly are wild as hell," Jas exclaimed with a laugh. "It's always the quiet ones, bro."

It was now KiKi's turn again and she turned to Rorie and Lewis with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Never have I ever been caught having sex by someone I know," she declared.

Everyone turned to Lewis and Rorie with curiosity, wondering if they would take a shot or not. With a chuckle, Lewis lifted his glass to his mouth and downed the drink in one go. Then, he picked up his wife's glass and did the same.

"You freaky bastard," Louis said with admiration.

"Y'all gotta chill though, for real," Miles commented. "You guys gonna end up having another baby."

"What? Who caught you guys?" Britt pressed excitedly.

Lewis smirked and leaned back in his chair. "That's for me to know and for you to never find out."

"It had to be almost everyone on this yacht, though," KiKi retorted, earning her a chiding glare from Rorie. "What? Don't look at me like that, mamas. You know it's the truth. I caught y'all a few times."

"Same here!" Miles concurred, raising his hand.

"Me too," noted Jas with a laugh.

"Okay okay, let's keep playing," Tia interjected with a grin.

The game eventually came to an end as everyone was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. They all stumbled back to their cabins, laughing and joking along the way. Once they were in their respective rooms, Rorie and Lewis cuddled with each other in bed.

"This has been a great night," Rorie said, resting her head on Lewis' shoulder.

"It has," Lewis agreed, running his hand through her hair. "Thank you for planning this. I needed a break from all the racing drama."

"Anything for my husband," Rorie replied with a smile.

“Really?”

Lewis felt a surge of love for Rorie wash over him. He knew that she always had his back, no matter what.

“Of course,” she responded, staring at him intently.

“What if I want you to take off this shirt?” he said as his finger pulled down the strap tentatively. “I don’t think you need all these clothes on, sweetheart.”

He leaned in for a kiss, but their moment was cut short by muffled moans coming from the adjoining room.

"That's probably KiKi and Miles," Rorie said, trying to hide her smirk.

"Yep, sounds like they're having a good time," Lewis replied with a smile. "I can't believe you actually set up my best friend with yours."

The moans grew louder and more enthusiastic, prompting laughter from both Lewis and Rorie as they listened to their friends' escapades.

“I thought you said that the walls were sound proof?”

Lewis shrugged at his wife. “Shit, I guess not.” His fingers roamed her bare shoulder, making their way downward to cup her breasts.

“How can you still be in the mood? The noises don’t bother you?” Rorie said, swatting his hands away.

“I can ignore it.”

“Well, I cannot,” scoffed Rorie as she turned over. “No snookie.”

“Baby…”

“Nope, it’s too awkward.”

Lewis let out a disappointed sigh as he glanced down at his semi-erect penis. It was straining against the confines of his boxers, aching for release, yet he highly doubt that will happen. This was definitely not how he planned on having the night end, and suffice to say, he was going to have a word with KiKi and Miles.

The next morning, everyone woke up to a beautiful sunrise over the ocean. They all met in the dining area for breakfast, still laughing and reminiscing about the previous night's game.

"Good morning, lovebirds," KiKi teased Lewis and Rorie as they walked in holding hands.

"Shut up," Rorie blushed, playfully swatting at KiKi.

"I'm just jealous," KiKi sighed dramatically. "Miles is too tired from last night to even hold my hand."

“Must be nice,” Lewis grumbled under his breath while everyone else laughed.

They settled down at the table to eat breakfast. The mood was light and carefree as they chatted and made plans for the day.

"So what are we doing today?" Louis asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Well, Lewis and I were thinking we could all go out on a boat for some water activities," Rorie suggested. "We could also explore Bodrum for a bit."

"That sounds like a great idea," Tia said.

"Yeah, and then maybe we can all have a seafood lunch later?" Jas added.

"Sounds perfect to me," Britt agreed.

"Where do we go after Bodrum?" wondered KiKi.

"We have about two days in Bodrum then two days in Rhodes. From there it's Antalya for three days and we spend the rest of the time in Cappadocia," said Lewis.

The group spent the rest of the morning getting ready and packing their beach bags. Rorie and Lewis had arranged for a private boat to take them out on the water, equipped with all the necessary equipment for various water activities.

As they boarded the boat, everyone was in high spirits, excited for a day of fun and adventure. They made their way out to sea, taking in the stunning views of the turquoise water and rocky cliffs.

They took turns jet skiing and banana boating. The group spent several hours out on the water before making their way back to shore. They were all exhausted but thrilled from their day of adventure.

"That was amazing!" exclaimed Britt as they docked at Bodrum harbor.

"I haven't had that much fun in a long time," added Tia with a smile.

"We should definitely make this an annual tradition," suggested Jas.

Afterward, they explored Bodrum, taking in the sights and sounds of the beautiful coastal town. The group settled down at a nearby restaurant for lunch, enjoying the fresh seafood and soaking up the vibrant atmosphere of Bodrum. As they ate and chatted, Miles approached Lewis with a serious expression. "Hey bruv, can we talk for a sec?"

Lewis nodded and followed Miles away from the rest of the group.

"I just wanted to say thank you for setting me up with KiKi," Miles said sincerely.

"It wasn't me, it was Rorie," Lewis replied with a smile. "But I'm glad it's working out."

Miles sighed and looked out at the ocean. "It's just been so long since I've been with someone and she makes me feel alive again."

Lewis could see the genuine happiness in Miles's eyes as he spoke about KiKi. He put his hand on Miles's shoulder in support.

"I'm happy for you, man," Lewis said.

Miles smiled gratefully at his friend before they headed back to join the rest of the group.

The group explored more of Bodrum, visiting local markets and souvenir shops before finishing off lounging on the yacht. Their time in Rhodes and Antalya was the same: exploring, eating amazing food, immersing themselves in activities like hiking and riding ATVs.

Soon, they arrived at their final destination, and the group couldn't help but feel excited and curious about what Cappadocia had in store for them. The landscape was unlike anything they had ever seen before - a surreal mix of dusty red and white rock formations scattered across the horizon.

After a few hours on the road, they finally arrived at their hotel, an elegant cave accommodation carved into the side of one of the fairy chimneys. The rooms were luxurious and spacious, with soft lighting and plush furnishings.

"Welcome to Aza Cave Hotel, Hamilton Party," the concierge greeted with a warm smile. "Please, have some tea."

A waiter came around offering Turkish tea. Each of them took a cup and sipped slowly, savoring the rich and aromatic taste.

"This is really good!" exclaimed KiKi. "Do you guys sell this? I would love to take some back home."

"Of course, ma'am," said the concierge. "I'll make arrangements to have a selection gift box placed in your room. It contains all of our popular blends."

The group thanked the concierge and took some time to freshen up before meeting in the lobby to head to dinner at the hotel's terrace restaurant. As they made their way to the restaurant, the group couldn't help but admire the stunning view of Cappadocia at sunset. The orange and pink hues of the sky reflected off the unique rock formations, creating a magical ambiance.

Once they were seated at their table, the hotel staff brought out a delicious spread of traditional Turkish dishes - from savory kebabs and dolma to fragrant rice pilaf and mezze platters. Everyone dug in eagerly as they discussed their plans for exploring Cappadocia.

"We have an early morning start tomorrow," Rorie said as she took a sip of her wine. "We're going on a hot balloon ride."

"I can't wait!" exclaimed Britt, bouncing in her seat with excitement.

"It's going to be amazing," added Jas, grinning from ear to ear.

"How early is early though?" she wondered aloud, making everyone turn to stare blankly at her.

"What? I'm just saying what everyone is thinking," KiKi defended herself with a laugh.

"Early is early, Kiara," Miles teased, nudging her side. "Why? You need extra time for some beauty sleep?"

"I mean, yeah," nodded KiKi with a grin. "Y'all have been tiring me out. I don't think I've stayed up this late since college."

"If you're getting old, just say that, girl," joked Tia, causing KiKi to hit her playfully with a napkin.

"Never that, sweetie," she retorted, "but I need some time to relax too."

"They have a spa here, y'know?" Ayesha said. "We can hit it up later."

"Say less, girl!" KiKi grinned widely.

"I mean since the girls are gettin' their massage on, I say we hit up a game of pool after the balloon ride," suggested Jas with a sly grin.

"You think we would want to play another game with you after you just cheated during basketball?" teased Lewis, reminding everyone of how Jas had cheated during their pickup game while they were sailing to Antalya.

"Oh come on, it was all in good fun," Jas defended herself with a laugh. "But seriously, we should do something active."

"I'm down for pool," said Andrew. "Or maybe bowling? I heard there’s a bowling alley here."

"We could go for a hike tomorrow instead," Louis suggested. "I heard there are some amazing trails around here."

"That actually sounds perfect," said Miles.

"Okay, so that's settled then," concluded Lewis. "We'll go hiking tomorrow."

The group continued chatting and laughing as they enjoyed their drinks and snacks. Eventually, Rorie looked at her watch and realized it was getting late.

"Guys, as much as I'd love to stay out all night with y'all, I think I’m going to head to bed soon," she announced.

"Yeah, same here," agreed Ayesha. "We have an early start tomorrow."

"Okay, let's call it a night then," said Tia.

The group said their goodnights and headed back to their rooms. Lewis and Rorie made their way down the echoing hallway, the dim light casting long shadows across the walls. Upon entering the room, Lewis wasted no time in pulling Rorie closer to him, his eyes filled with longing. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss that spoke volumes of the desires burning within him. Rorie could feel the intensity of his touch, the heat of his body pressing against hers, igniting a fire deep within her soul.

Rorie gently pulled away, a look of concern in her eyes. "Lewis, we really don't have time for this," she whispered, trying to reason with him. "It's almost midnight, and we need to be well-rested for our early morning balloon ride."

"I'll be quick," he says as he plants kisses down her neck.

“You always say that,” Rorie chided as she rolled her eyes. She allowed his kisses to trail downward to that special spot on her collarbone. Rorie couldn't help but let out a small moan as Lewis continued to kiss her, his hands roaming over her body. She had to admit, she was tempted to just give in, but she knew they would regret this in the morning. “You have fifteen minutes. Can you work with that?”

Lewis grinned mischievously, his hands still roaming over Rorie's body. "I can work with anything," he replied, his voice laced with desire.

The next morning, the group gathered in the lobby of the hotel bright and early. They were all dressed comfortably for their hike and ready for a day of adventure.

Rorie noticed Lewis standing off to the side, looking a little tired.

"Did you get any sleep last night?" she asked him softly.

"Not really," he admitted with a sheepish grin as he waggled his eyebrows. "But it was worth it." He added a light slap on her ass for dramatic effect, causing Rorie rolled her eyes playfully and give him small smile.

They were greeted by the hotel staff with warm towels and fresh coffee before heading out to meet their tour guide.

"Good morning, Hamilton Party!" exclaimed the guide, a friendly man named Murat. "Are you ready for an unforgettable experience?"

The group eagerly nodded as they boarded the van that would take them to the balloon launch site. As they drove through the quiet streets of Cappadocia, Murat shared interesting facts about the region's history and culture.

They arrived at the launch site just as the sun was starting to rise. The sight of dozens of colorful balloons filling up with air against the backdrop of Cappadocia's unique landscape took everyone's breath away.

"Wow," whispered Miles in awe.

"This is going to be incredible," said Lewis with a grin.

After a safety briefing from Murat, they climbed into their designated balloon basket and took off into the sky. The feeling of weightlessness and the stunning views around them left everyone speechless.

As they glided over fairy chimneys and valleys, Murat pointed out notable landmarks and answered any questions they had. The whole experience was truly magical.

After an hour-long flight, they landed smoothly back on solid ground. Everyone clapped in excitement as they made their way back to Aza Cave Hotel for a well-deserved breakfast.

"That was absolutely amazing!" exclaimed KiKi as she dug into her plate of Turkish pastries.

"I can't believe we got to see Cappadocia from above," added Britt with a dreamy smile.

"It was definitely one for the books," said Jas with a satisfied sigh.

"Did I tell you guys how much I love y'all?" Miles said with a playful grin as he wiped crumbs off his mouth.

"You don't have to say it," KiKi replied, giving him a warm smile. "We know."

“No but seriously,” said Miles. “I love you guys for real. This has been one of the most amazing weeks of my life. I truly appreciate our friendship. To friendship!” he lifted up his cup of coffee and everyone joined with their various glasses.

“To friendship!” everyone toasted.

"I can't believe we almost didn't come here," Ayesha said with a shake of her head. "We would have missed out on so much."

"I know, right?" agreed Jas. "But I'm glad we took this trip together."

"Me too," Lewis added, putting his arm around Rorie's shoulder.

"This has been one epic adventure," Britt said with a sigh. "But now it's time to go back to reality."

"Don't remind me," KiKi groaned playfully. “I want to stay in Turkey forever.”

Days later in London......

Alexander sat in his office at The Sun, sifting through the documents that the private investigator had handed him. He couldn't believe what he was reading.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, looking up at the PI.

"Positive," replied the PI. "I double-checked all my sources and everything adds up."

Alexander leaned back in his chair, trying to process this information. He had been tasked with finding out any secrets or questionable behaviors of the Hamilton family, and this was certainly a bombshell.

"And how did you find all of this out?" he asked the PI.

"I have my ways," replied the PI with a smirk.

Alexander nodded, still deep in thought. "Anyone else knows about this?" he asked.

"I highly doubt it," said the PI.

"Good, we’ll be the first tabloid to break the news then. Well, thank you for your work on this," he said to the PI. "I'll make sure your payment is sent over promptly."

As soon as the PI left his office, Alexander pulled out his phone and dialed his boss’ number.

"Hello?" answered his boss, David, on the other line after a few rings.

"David, it's Alexander," said Alexander in a serious tone.

"Any news?”

“Tons. You wouldn’t believe what I’ve just found out about Rorie Hamilton.”

"Well done, Alexander," said David with a hint of excitement in his voice. "This could be the story of the year."

TO BE CONTINUED......

#sir lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton fanfic #sir lewis hamilton x black!reader #private landing #lewis hamilton x black!reader #lewis hamilton x rorie hamilton #formula one fanfiction #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #emjayewrites

[iaeriy]

vs angel (joão félix x reader)

warnings- cursing, spanish sentences translated, smut & fluff

a/n; this fanfic is probably one of my favorites at the moment, & am currently working on another fan fic which should be uploaded maybe during this time of the week! but anyways,, hope u guys enjoy this one! :”)

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you and joão have been dating for about 2 years now, you lived with him in london since he had training with chelsea and played for the club. the boy loved playing with chelsea and wanted to stay tho he was on loan, anywhere he went, you went. the two of you could never go a day without each other.

joão has been always soft on you, anytime were there wouldn’t be training days, the two of you would stay at home and sleep in while binge watch movies or somedays, he’d spoil you for being his girlfriend and always being there for him. somedays there would be times were he was touchy and the two of you can’t help it but give in to each other.

you always enjoyed his company, his love language, his physical touch, his gifts, everything about him.

you had a very touchy boyfriend, you didn’t mind it at all. although.. there were some days were it lead to sex, sex that you enjoyed.. and it wasn’t the rough type, it was like a passionate love type.

—

joão was asleep and you were already awake, it was about 10 in the morning and it was sprinkling, you looked over to see your boyfriend sleeping, you pecked his nose as you heard him groan, you were in his hoodie and just panties, you ran your hands through his hair. you kissed his cheek as you felt a hand go on your thigh, “amor, estás despierto?” (love, are you awake?) you said looking at his hand run down your leg.

“te dormiste con calzoncillos?” (you fell asleep with panties?) he said looking at you, “sii, por qué?” (yeahh, why?) you said as he held you by your waist, sitting you on his lap. “baby.. it’s early for this..” you said playing with his necklace, “you look so cute in my hoodie..” he said holding onto your butt, squeezing it slightly.

you smiled as you felt him rub your butt, “you woke up touchy..” before he sat up chuckling before you cupped his cheeks, leaning close to him as you placed your lips on his, the two of u kiss as he sneaked his hand inside his hoodie, holding your waist.

you moan as you felt him rub your nipple, you pulled away giggling as you kissed his cheek, “that’s enough for now baby..” you said giggling as he kissed you again, you kissed back as both your foreheads touched. “mmmh, why do you do this to me..” you heard him whisper as you giggled, “you’re just in love baby, now can we go somewheree.. pleaseee..” you said pouting as he nodded his head smiling.

—

you were getting ready as you felt him slap ur ass, “since when does your ass jiggle at my slaps..” he said wrapping his arms around ur waist, you blushed as you turned around cupping his cheeks, “you’re so distracted.. go get changed touchy boy, i promise when we get back home, you can do whatever you want..” you said smiling standing on your tippy toes pecking his forehead before he nodded his head.

you put on a white dress with mini red florals and white shows, you were hoping that joão wouldn’t be as touchy through the car drive to the mall, you finished doing your hair and makeup, you didn’t wear as much but just mascara and blush. you went downstairs while joão was behind you.

“let me carry you to the car, i haven’t done it in awhile..” he said holding your hand as you nodded before he grabbed you by your ankles throwing you on his back, “así no tonto!” (not like that silly!) you said giggling as he spanked ur butt again, you started kicking your legs around before he got to his car and put you down.

you sat in the passenger as he started the car and drove to the mall, he had his hand resting on your thigh, “desde cuando estaba lloviendo?” (since when was it raining?) he said poking and squeezing your thigh, “probablemente antes de que nos despertáramos..” (probably before we woke up..) you said as you blushed looking at his hands mess with your thigh.

the conversations you had throughout the car drive were about the little memories you two had as your bond with each other was growing and more memories were made, the “do you remember when..” and the “we used to..” conversations were your favorite.

he parked his car as he looked at you, you looked back as you kissed his cheek, “vámonos, i promise i’ll let you later on, just be patient baby.” you said as he nodded his head before kissing you, you kissed back giggling, “you’re so cute and tiny.” he said pecking your forehead, you smiled as you got out the car.

joão knew pretty much what stores were your favorite, he held your hand as you two walked around, “quieres que te lleve al lugar con los brasieles y la ropa?” (do you want me to take take you to the store with the bras and clothes?) you knew what he was talking about, but he was always shy to go even tho he’s seen you in bras and panties before. you nodded your head as you giggled seeing his cheeks turn pink, “si me llevas que vas hacer tú? a ti nunca te gusta ir..” (yeah if you take me tho what are you going to do, you dont really like going in there for some reason..) you said as he squeezed ur hand, “callaté, no digas nada mas.” he said embarrassed as you snickered at his reaction.

“do you want to stay outside or go in with me?” you said looking at him as he blushed for some reason, “you’re so shy when it comes to these type of conversations..” you said giggling kissing his cheek, “i’ll go in with you.” you went into victoria secret with him.

you walked to the bra section as you smiled looking at him, “do u want to pick one out for me?” you said looking at him as he shook his head, “come on.. it’s not bad, just choose.” you said holding his hand as he looked up, “fine.. hmm.. this pink one. you barely have pink ones..” he said as you looked at him, “you check my bras?” you said picking the bra out as you found it on your size, “no-well.. sometimes.” he said as you laughed seeing his cheeks turn red.

you were caught off as you saw a white lacey lingerie matching set, you walked over to the display as you looked over at joão, he was looking down still shy as you smiled before finding the matching set as you picked it out, when suddenly you thought of an idea.

the little sex thoughts went through your head as you blushed before holding his hand with your free hand, “come on lets go pay now mr shy pants.” he lifted his head up and followed you to the checkout.

you got your stuff as he held the bag for you trying not to be as nosy, and you had already thought of what to do when you got hone since you did also promise him that you two could have sex after the mall, the two of you went shopping for clothes and that was pretty much it, there were a few people who recognized the two of you, you didn’t mind at all.

once the two of you finished, you got into the car as he put the bags in the back seats and sat on the driver seat starting the car before driving back home before it began to pour again, he started messing with your thigh again as he raised his hand up to your panties as he slid them to the side. “te dije que te esperes bebé..” (i told you to wait baby..) you said biting on your lip as you felt him rub your clit slowly.

“no puedo, estás tan hermosa con ese vestido...” (i can’t, you’re so gorgeous in that dress…) he said still rubbing on your clit, you were blushing heavily and already leaking, you smacked his hand away. “i-i told you to wait, we’re not that far.. just wait baby.” you said as you looked at him giggling, you held his hand as he was pouting.

by the time you both got home, he looked at you. you looked back as you knew exactly what was coming for, you pecked his cheek and got out the car, he got out the car too staring at you grab the bags as you went inside, you looked down and saw the small brown dog digging on your legs. “come on floki let’s go hide from joão..” you whispered going to the room, you put the bags down as you heard joão coming in so u closed the door silently giggling,

you held him as you heard joão saying your name, you put him down before leaving the door half open and taking the bag including yourself to the bathroom. you grabbed the matching set out of the bag, you put the matching set on as you heard joão get near the door, “what are you doing in there, that’s taking you forever.. you promised me earlier.. rememb-” he said hefore u cut him off opening the door, you looked up at him as he looked at your body then you.

you got closer to him giggling, “what’s wrong?” you said cupping his cheeks as he held onto your waist, “you’re so impatient..” you said before kissing him as he kissed you back, he held you in the air as you wrapped your legs around his waist still kissing him, your back was now on the wall as he was holding you, before he started kissing on your neck. you held onto his arm leaning your head back, “i missed you..” you said breathlessly as he chuckled against your skin, biting on it as he began to leave marks around your neck.

you pulled him away from your neck cupping his cheeks again as you kissed him again, he bit onto your bottom lip as he sucked on your tongue and you did on his, “p-put me on.. the bed..” you said trying to control your breathing as he smirked looking at your pink cheeks before kissing you again as you wrapped your arms around him.

he put you on the bed as you cupped his cheeks still kissing him, you traced your hand down to the hem of his shirt before taking it off him as he kissed you again, he pulled down one of your bra straps as you giggled in between the kiss, “want me to take it off?” you said cupping his cheeks, “i do but i don’t.. you look so cute in your outfit..” he said as you straddled him down before you sat on his crotch, “you’re so cute..” you said kissing his cheek as you unclipped your bra letting it fall off your chest as you saw his cheeks turn pink, you cupped his cheeks before kissing him again as you felt him cup your breast, you shuddered at the touch feeling his cold fingertips rub your nipple.

you began to move your hips slowly around his clothed dick biting down onto your lip, he sat up and kissed on your neck as you looked down at him running your hands down his hair, he moved his lips to your chest as he began to kiss around your chest.

you felt yourself get weaker under his kisses and touch, you were already imagining the sex, you felt wetter every second he kept kissing on your chest as he got to your breasts, sucking on the fat around them, you leaned your head back moaning at the tension. “j..joão.. can we just..” you said whinning as you looked down at him, before he looked up at you.

he pushed you down onto the bed as he chuckled kissing your neck to your stomach, he began to play with the straps of your pantie, he pulled them down to your ankles as he began to rub onto your clit, you arched your back slightly as you bit down on your lip again before he began to lick onto your pussy. you whimpered as your thighs burried his face, you played with his hair as you felt him rub his tongue around your clit, you moaned at the movement as you whined his name out.

he kept circling his tongue around your clit, “seus gemidos são tão lindos..” he said whispering in portugese, he squeezed your thigh before sliding his finger in as he started to pump his finger in and out of you slowly, you arched your back as you looked down at him, while he had already been watching you.

you were moaning uncontrollably at his finger curling up inside of you and the way his tongue moved in different directions slowly, your vision started to go black and blurry, you were moaning his name as cries were stuck between your throat.

he moved his mouth from your wet cunt as he hovered above you, he didn’t stop pumping his fingers slowly still, you pulled him closely as his forehead touched urs, he inserted another finger as you moaned uncontrollably, he attached his lips to yours as you kissed back cupping his cheeks moaning into his mouth, you lifted your hips up moving them against his fingers as you unbuckled his pants, “pl-please..” you said breathlessly as he chuckled.

—

joão lined himself infront of you as he inserted himself inside of you, you arched your back a bit as he leaned forward, your legs rested on the sides of his hips as he thrusted slowly into you. “you have no idea.. how bad i missed you..” he said whispering in your ear, as he held onto your hand before pinning it above your head, he kissed your neck as he was butried inside of you.

you leaned your head back, wrapping your legs around his waist as you held onto the back of his head, “move faster please..” you whispered as he started to thrust his hips quickly against you, you moaned into his ear as he bit into your neck groaning at every thrust, you held his cheek as he placed his forehead ontop of urs, he held one of your legs placing it on his shoulder as he pushed himself deeper.

“o-oh my god..” you hitched out as you held onto the sheets, before he held both your hands pinning them above your head, as he leaned closer to you, “god you’re so amazing..” he said before kissing you as you kissed back trying to get out of his grip, he let you off as he lifted you by your waist, holding you in the air as he was on his knees thrusting quicker into you.

you looked at him as you let out hitched out moans, your nails clawed into his arm as he groaned before he laid down as he placed you ontop of him, you lined yourself ontop of his cock before pushing yourself in as you moaned before rocking your hips slowly against him, it was his first time in this position where you ride him.

he was blushing holding onto your waist, he kept groaning as he felt your pussy go in and out of his dick, you looked at him the entire time as you watched him explore your body, you placed your hands on his chest as you kept grinding yourself against his dick slowly, “fuck baby.. move faster..” you began to pick up your pace as you started to move quickly against him feeling your thighs burn, you could say it was worth it.. from the expressions on his face from the pleasure.

you leaned yourself back as you rested your hands on his kneecap, you felt his hand on your thighs as you were moaning uncontrollably throughout the room.

the sounds of heavy breathing, panting, groans, skin slapping, and the sounds of your moans.. even the bed creaking.. filled the room as you stayed in the same pace. his eyes scanning through your body as your hips, your breasts even your pussy was fully exposed to him.

your ass kept hitting his thighs and your brain was in another state of mind. joão was supporting you hearing him whisper, “you’re so good at this”, “you’re so gorgeous..” & “i love you so much..” you looked down at him as you saw him sweating even tearing up, you felt him twitch as you started to pick up your pace moving quicker than you were, “a-are you close..?” you heard him say as you were too busy with sinking yourself in and out of his dick.

you were so distracted until his hand reached to your clit rubbing it as you moaned out loud, “k-keep doing th..that..” you said whimpering as you continued to bounce in and out of him. he knew you were close at how sloppy your movements were, your pussy clenching on him & even the way you would scratch on his chest.

he grabbed onto your hip moving you slightly quicker, you cried out a moan as his other hand began to rub on your clit faster, when you felt your climax building up. you continued to move yourself as you let your head fall back, digging your nails into his chest. “i-i’m gonna..” you said breathing heavily between your moans as you started to tear up, “come baby.” you released yourself as you cried out in pleasure as you gasped in agony feeling him spasm inside of you.

you fell on his chest breathing heavily as you burried your face on his neck, “we.. should.. stick to.. this position.. everytime now..” he said panting as he slapped ur ass gently, as a moan escaped from your mouth.

—

a few minutes later he had removed the garter belt off you, “thank your for tonight..” he said rubbing your forehead with his thumb, you smiled at him as you were wrapped around his arm, “i love you..” you said before passing out from exhaustion. he looked down at you as he chuckled kissing your cheek wrapping the sheets around the two of you before falling asleep.

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[robinsno1lesbian]

thigh riding with robin please please please please 😭

robin buckley x fem!reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1018

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content (MDNI), making out, thigh riding, semi-public sex, dirty talk, hair pulling, slight praise kink?, let me know if i missed anything <3

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: after my monthly fluff fanfic, i am now back at writing shameless smut for the sluts in my inbox, i hope you enjoy lmao

keep it quiet, robin had said. we can't get caught. well, screw that. because when she said that, she hadn't mentioned her entire plan. she hadn't mentioned how she would grab you by the collar and press you up against the door of the bathroom before kicking your legs apart with her foot. she hadn't mentioned how, after kissing your lips until they were sore, she would shove her legs between yours and press it up against your crotch until you were whimpering from the friction. and now here you are, in the bathroom of no one other than steve harrington, about to lose it on his best friend's leg. once she does that, quiet and her plan of "not getting caught" are thrown out of the window. and while getting caught definitely wouldn't be to your benefit, keeping quiet is literally impossible under such circumstances. "what?" robin hisses "isn't that enough yet? you said you needed me- isn't that what you had envisioned?" your lower lip is trembling even after you start biting down on it to hide how desperate you are for her touch. but before she gives you a chance to answer, her mouth is on your neck, leaving red spots behind as it wanders lower and lower. you place a hand on the back of her head to keep her close while you drop your head back against the door. "robin..." you sound pathetic and you know it. but you also know that this is exactly what robin needs. that this is what it takes for her to break and give you what you need. "god" she groans against your skin "i love it when you sound like that" "f-fuck" your fingers curl up in her hair and you feel her teeth graze your skin as a sign that she is probably grinning as you speak. "please touch me already"

"oh but i can't" robin rasps apologetically "that wouldn't be right would it? for me to touch you here...? out of all places?" you whine, chasing the friction her thigh is offering with a desperate roll of your hips. robin raises her brows and eyes down, where her thigh sits between your legs. an idea occurs to her. "i- i want you" you protest with your eyes closed so you can't see the wicked expression that appears on your girlfriend's face. "prove it" "what?" "i said" she leans in slightly "prove it" "how do you want me to- ah" you're caught off guard when robin moves her leg up yet again, earning a surprised gasp from you. "god stop teasing robin please i-" "i'm not" she interrupts "if you want to get off, you'll do it on my thigh" "how do you want me to-" she presses her leg up yet again and your hips move on their own accord. you can't even stop them from rolling over her clothed thigh in search of any kind of friction. robin's hands find your hips and support you in your movements as you start picking up your pace slowly. you're already so wet, you have been ever since robin put a hand to your thigh and began stroking upwards until her pinky was grazing your clothes cunt underneath your skirt. "you're so fucking hot" she mumbles and starts attacking your neck with kisses again "so fucking hot when you ride my thigh" "y-yeah?" you tilt your head as far as you can manage in your aroused state. "hmh" she glares down at where you're using her thigh "and, god, you're so wet too y/n...look at that...look at the mess you're making" you force your own gaze down to see the wet spot where your wetness is leaking through your panties and right into the fabric of robin's jeans. you should be disgusted at the way your arousal is sticking to another woman's clothing. or embarrassed. but all it does is turn you on. "fuck" you moan as you get yourself closer and closer to the edge with desperate rolls of your hips. you keep thrusting yourself against her, over and over. you don't know where you find the strength to do so, but you don't care when you feel your build-up in you. robin is touching you all over as you keep rocking back and forth; runs her fingers through your hair, down your sides, and over the swell of your ass. "robin" you whimper, your head leaning against your chest and your breathing coming in labored puffs. "fuck i'm-" "you're close already huh?" she raises a brow at you "is that how much it turns you on yeah? to ride my thigh in a bathroom because of how desperate you are?" your only response is a desperate whimper. obviously not enough for robin, who yanks your head back against the door by the hair. "answer me" she orders. her voice is harsh and yet the spark of tenderness in her eyes betrays her and tells you that she is, in fact, still your gentle and loving girlfriend. except that you don't need that right now. and, as it seems, she doesn't need that either. you need her to go hard and fast with you right now. her mouth meets yours in a heated kiss and, just when you think it couldn't possibly get any better, robin bounces her leg and you lose it. you throw a hand over your mouth to hold back the cry that erupts from deep within you when your orgasm rips through you. you feel like every nerve in your body is on fire, burning with the desire of your own release. "robin" you moan "robin, robin, robin" over and over while you wrap your arms around your neck and nuzzle against her neck to steady yourself in her scent. "yeah just like that" she mumbles and holds you, helping you when you ride out your orgasm. "so good, so good for me" your hips jerk slightly and involuntarily but robin has you and keeps you upright. "holy shit" you whisper eventually "holy fucking shit" "yeah" she rasps, still glaring at you in amazement "holy shit"

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[theferrarieffect]

jealousy, jealousy - chapter 5: damage control

f1 fanfic: lestappen (max x charles)

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chapter summary: the grid celebrates the melbourne gp, and charles is dragged to the bar. shit goes down.

warnings: george drops like 4 f-bombs in as many sentences lollll

chapter 5: damage control

Charles was a mess. His conversation with George, and then that day in the gym with Max, had left him in the emotional equivalent of a nuclear testing site. If Alex Albon, a driver so nice he made Carlos look like Jos Verstappen, could destroy George Russell, there was just absolutely no hope for Charles. He might as well just quit F1, leave the country, leave the planet. Whatever.

Unfortunately, his fantasy about going off the grid permanently was shattered by Carlos sauntering into the room unannounced. He cursed himself for not locking the door.

“Hey Mr. P3,” Carlos grinned. “Are you ready to celebrate your podium in style?” Then he noticed Charles’ tortured expression, his stained gray sweatpants, the stacks of his bracelets and rings sitting unworn on the hotel desk. “What’s wrong?”

Charles sighed. “I don’t know, mate. Maybe I’m not feeling going out tonight.”

“You feeling ill?”

“I guess you could say that.”

“Ah,” Carlos frowned, perching on the edge of Charles’ bed. “I’m sorry, mate. If you’re sick you should stay in.”

Charles nodded.

“But if it is that you’re lovesick, maybe going out will do you some good.”

Charles’ heart jumped to his throat. He coughed involuntarily. “What?” he spluttered.

“No offense, Charles, but you look like the way I did when I broke up with my first girlfriend. In high school.”

“Enough!” Charles roared. He could not deal with an interrogation about his feelings right now—even he couldn’t make sense of anything. “Enough. I’m getting up. We’re going out.”

“Okay, okay.” Carlos put his hands up.

Guess his plans to disappear off the face of the earth forever would have to wait another day.

The party was well underway by the time Carlos and Charles arrived at the club. A part of Charles prayed he wouldn’t run into Max, especially not with some girl hanging off his arm, as so many nights ended. Another part prayed he would, and that Max would be drunk enough to be affectionate, and they might end up alone, and maybe George was right, those eyes—

Nope. No no no. Absolutely not. Charles would not let himself think about that. That look on George’s face when Charles had asked him about Alex, it would haunt him forever. He did not need to play with fire, not the way George had. Speaking of the devil, there he was striding towards him and Carlos, a copper mug in one hand and a vodka shot in the other.

Carlos lunged for the vodka shot like his life depended on it, almost knocking the small glass out of George’s long fingers.

“Christ,” George laughed. “Guess the mule’s for you, Leclerc.”

Charles had to admit he liked a good Moscow mule. Maybe this was a good sign for tonight. He thanked George and took a greedy swig.

George’s eyes searched Charles’ face carefully. “How’re you holding up?”

“Shh,” Charles hissed. “I’m fine. Everything’s fine.”

“Okay,” George said skeptically, but mercifully didn’t push it.

Charles took a step away from the bar and swayed.

“Good lord,” George said as he steadied him. “Did you not have dinner or something mate?”

Come to think of it, he hadn’t. Charles had been too busy stewing in his thoughts to eat. Too bad he didn’t remember that before downing his drink so fast. Suddenly, he felt giddy and weightless.

“Whatever,” Charles said breezily, feeling the warmth of the booze course through his veins as he took another gulp. “Let’s party!”

And party they did, laughing at Carlos’ drunk dancing, playing a round of pong (George won of course, that coordinated piece of shit), taking shaky videos of Yuki and Pierre flailing around on a table, completely out of time with the music. Carlos snatched Charles’ hat at some point, but Charles had long since forgotten about his bedhead from earlier. He felt pleasantly buzzed, a little silly, just enjoying the company, and—

Oh shit.

An extremely drunk Max was standing inches away from him. Out of nowhere.

His blue eyes, made even more striking by the bloodshot red that rimmed them, pierced through Charles’ very soul. For the longest second of his life, their eyes were locked. He dared to take a step, just a tiny step, towards Max, and then—

Max practically launched himself into Carlos’ arms. Charles froze, watching helplessly as Max unleashed a slew of provocative words at Carlos, eventually dragging him to the dance floor, all without breaking eye contact with Charles. You stupid son of a bitch, he seemed to say. Such a fucking fool to think I’d ever obsess over you, the way you do over me. And why would anyone want you when Mr. Smooth Fucking Operator Carlos Sainz is standing right next to you?

Without warning, Charles’ eyes filled with tears. He turned around and stormed out of the club.

Even though it was late at night, the Melbourne air was warm. The clear night sky was dotted sparsely with stars. Charles heard crickets chirping under the music of the bar. He inhaled forcefully, willing himself to calm down.

There was no denying it anymore. Charles was obsessed with Max, because Charles was in love with Max. His childhood enemy, his rival for so long, that boy had become a man who could see straight through Charles like nobody else could. Could break his heart like no one else could—and he’d done it tonight.

Charles crumpled to the curb and wept, burying his head in his knees.

And for the second time that night, he felt George Russell’s hand on his shoulder.

“Charles,” George whispered.

Charles only shuddered with a sob in response.

“Charles,” repeated George. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” Charles gasped. “I’m—such a—fool—”

“We’re all fools,” George said softly. “It’s so hard. I get it. I know.” He sat beside Charles and wrapped his arm around his quivering shoulders.

Then Charles felt George’s arm stiffen, then leave entirely as he stood up. “What’s going on?” he heard George say harshly, completely opposite of the gentle tone he’d used with Charles not a minute ago.

“Max passed out on the fucking dance floor,” said Carlos angrily.

Charles lifted his head and was greeted by the sight of Carlos with Max limply slung over his shoulder.

“What the fuck?” George all but snarled. “Who the fuck let him drink like that? Why the fuck did he think that’d be a good idea? Is he a fucking child?”

“Calm down, George,” Charles pleaded, having found his voice again.

George shot him a look but relented.

Carlos sighed. “Checo said something about leaving soon. I’ll ask him to take Max back with him.” He craned his neck and yelled in Max’s ear. “Oi, idiot! Wake the fuck up!”

Max mumbled something incoherent, but made no move to stand on his own.

“I’ll take him,” Charles said. George and Carlos stared at him.

“Uh, Charles,” probed Carlos cautiously. “You’re not going to kill him, yeah?”

Charles rolled his eyes. “No, I’m not. If you guys couldn’t tell, I’m not really in the partying mood anymore. I’ll take him back to our hotel.”

“Fine,” George said. “But I’m coming with.”

Carlos heaved Max, still mostly unconscious, onto Charles’ shoulders. He suddenly remembered the last time he had given Max a piggyback ride. They were still karting. Max wanted to reach a branch on a tree. Charles had whined and complained about how heavy Max was and how he wouldn’t be able to reach the branch anyway. He shook his head to erase the memory.

George called a car, and helped Charles deposit Max into the backseat. Charles climbed in next to him, and George took shotgun.

“I can carry him up to the room,” he offered when they were back at the hotel.

“No,” Charles insisted. “I’ll bring him up.”

At this point, Max was slurring a stream of incoherent nonsense, but would at least walk while leaning on him.

“Max,” said Charles loudly. “Do you know where you are?”

Max dry-heaved. Charles shoved him into the bathroom just in time.

“You’re disgusting.” Charles silently apologized as he tugged Max’s sweat- and vomit- soaked shirt over his head. Max shivered. Charles rifled through his suitcase, produced a random T-shirt, and wrestled it onto Max’s uncooperative body.

Fuck. Max wore contacts. Back to the bathroom they went.

George rapped on the door and came in, freshly showered and clad in an extremely George-like set of matching flannel pajamas. “How’s he doing?”

“Still wasted,” Charles said grimly. “He puked once and I’m scared he’s going to do it again.”

“We can switch off checking on him,” George said. Charles nodded.

Charles knew George was watching Max, but he couldn’t sleep. He checked his phone: 2:18AM. He tossed and turned, replaying the night’s events over in his mind, until he couldn’t physically stand it anymore.

“George,” he murmured in the dark.

“Yeah,” came the sleepy reply from the chair next to Max’s bed.

“You should go to bed. I’ll watch him until the morning.”

“No way,” George protested. “I told you we can take turns.”

“I know, but I can’t sleep. So you might as well get some rest.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

George stretched his long legs and rose from the chair. “Charles, mate, I’m sorry about all this.”

“It’s okay,” Charles said woodenly. “Goodnight, George.”

“Goodnight, mate.” And he was gone.

Charles got out of bed, walked over to the drapes and cracked them open. The sparkling city lights and the moon illuminated Max’s sleeping face. He crept over and sat on the edge of the other bed.

He felt like he needed to say something.

“Max,” he started, voice barely above a whisper. “Max. I don’t know why this happened. I should have realized sooner. I should have talked to you. And now it’s too late. But I have never felt this way about anybody, anybody ever. I thought you should know.”

Max stirred. His lips moved, but no sound came out. He looked heartbreakingly peaceful. A tear rolled down Charles’ cheek; he marveled at the fact that he had tears left to shed after tonight. He reached out and gently brushed a lock of Max’s sweaty hair out of his forehead.

“I’m just so tired, Max.”

And Charles watched him sleep, until the sun finally came up.

notes: aaaand shit hits the fan. between max and ferrari, charles is gonna have some THICC therapy bills...

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[russilton]

https://www.tumblr.com/russilton/747045752953602048

sorry english is not my first language but what does it mean? why is everyone talking about this so much

Oh boy anon, you’ve made me have to break out the actual lyrics to make sure I’m not misremembering for you, that’s how seriously I’m taking it

Lewis, George, and the Hips don’t Lie video:

So, a couple things to explain here, first i’ll just recount what’s said to make sure it’s clear, then what it means

———

Apparently it all begins when a fan yells “shakira!” At them

Lewis, while laughing: no no no, I don’t sing that one, it doesn’t suit me.

Lewis, pointing at George: it would suit him! He would say his hips don’t lie

George, immeditaly changing the subject: Before the races, I always hear Lewis singing in the room next door, and I don’t know if he’s trying to soothe me or distract me— I don’t know what.

Lewis grins and keeps nodding.

———

Now what Lewis is talking about is the Shakira song, “Hips don’t lie”. It’s arguably her most famous song, and pretty well know. It’s also well known for being… not subtle. The point of the song is the singer, in that case shakira, is singing to a man to watch the way her body moves and her body language in order to know that she’s interested in him.

To put it bluntly-its a song about fucking, plain and simple, and if you don’t believe me, just see the lyrics

As you can tell, even if it’s heavy on the metaphor, it’s very blatantly a song about lust and desiring after one another, along with the encouraging of the man she’s singing to ace on his feelings because she’s noticed and likes it

Finally; why are we all talking about it so much?

Well, to be honest anon, because it’s so flirty and forward it’s sort of shocking. Please remember we’re all just here having fun and engaging in a bit of hyper bole, if they look at each other too long our little enthusiastic group is yelling that they’re sluts who should get a room— creative liberties are being taken and nobody is actually implying these two real men are sleeping together.

That contentment with so little means we are utterly unprepared for such a blatant comment with clear innuendo. This is a joke I’ve made at my actual girlfriend in some form, with the comedy behind it being I know what her hips do and that’s why it suits her.

We’re all of talking about it both because of that and it’s so out of pocket! Nobody brings it up, George doesn’t lead it in, Lewis just hears someone yell shakira and his brain goes shakira-> hips don’t lie-> George Russell. And then he says it, essentially implying he has good knowledge of just how George uses his hips to seduce, so the song fits.

That is a line right out of a fanfic we’d write, that’s why we’re all so blown away!

On top of that already wild moment was the fact George just… doesn’t react. No shock or anything, just dives right into telling everyone Lewis sings every race. He used to joke Lewis was trying to keep him awake or annoy him- but he’s now changed his language to say “soothe me or distract me” which both really imply that George actually enjoys it quite a bit.

So yeah! Those are some very charged implications they’re making, and call me a bit coin transaction because I’m eating that charge UP

#asks #anonymous #gewis

[fcgoretzka]

Za roko te držim | Bojan Cvjetićanin

Pairing : Bojan Cvjetićanin x y/n (she/her)

Author's note : Well yeah, this is my very first Bojan fanfic, it came out shorter than what I anticipated but yeah, a first is a first. Hopefully I'll have the time and inspiration to write many many more 🦋 Infinite thanks to @rottingsun for giving me this idea and saving me (also saving you from another sad angst if you remember me from the old il volo imagines days).

Warnings: Sexual tension, slight foul language (I think?). No proofread cause we die like men.

With the way the music was blasting through the nightclub, the strobing lights electrifying the atmosphere and the excessive alcohol making everyone a little too flirty, Bojan decided to put down his gin tonic and take y/n 's hand, motioning her the way to the dance floor. She could never resist him, especially now, with the way the black fabric was hugging his body and his arms that were oh-so-protective of her were in clear sight after tearing the sleeves of his silk shirt. His hands quickly found their way to her lower back, bringing her as closer to him as he could, while she played with Bojan's hair with the tips of her fingers. Her eyes never leaving his, they were entagled into this sexual tension, but none of them wanting the night to end. The dj was playing the perfect songs, the bartender served the perfect drinks and the outcome of the night could wait until the first morning hours. Bojan kept averting his gaze between her eyes and lips, teasing his girlfriend whose lust could be spotted miles away. He moved his lips closer to hers, barely touching her, their breaths entagled. She decided to give in, hungrily tasting the sweet and bitter lips of his. Bojan never turned down the opportunity to kiss her, their lips moving in sync and their hands exploring each other's bodies.

"You know how much you have turned me on right now?" Bojan whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "I don't think we should leave yet, one drink is too little, and the way those lights glow on your face, I want to look at that a bit longer" she replied and Bojan gave her a smile, a type of smile that he keeps only for her. A smile full of adoration. "Can I buy you another drink then?" he said, trying to hide the small smirk that was forming on his lips. She nodded smiling and led him back to the bar, only to see that one of the the two stools that they were sitting was occupied by a pretty blonde woman who was overly excited to talk to the bartender, so Bojan motioned y/n to sit on the empty seat, his hand never leaving hers. "A Strawberry Daquiri baby?" he asked her and she gave him a bright smile.

She never knew two strawberry daquiris could make her so tipsy, but she was giggling like a high schooler every time Bojan told her she was pretty. So he took this as the perfect opportunity to tell her that standing for so long made his feet hurt and the only solution he could think of is sitting on her lap. Her eyes immediately sobered up and whispered "You fucking tease, you know having you this close turns me on" she said completely serious, as Bojan made himself comfortable on her lap. She leaned on his back, the intoxicating smell of his shampoo, his perfume, his aftershave among with the bitterness of the cocktails he chose making her dizzy. "You love holding me closer" he said as she simply nodded, sinking deeper into his silk shirt, holding him tighter and tighter. Bojan sensed that the sexual tension wasn't so palpable anymore and turned his head back, trying to get a better view of her face. "Hey, hey ljubezen, what's wrong?" he said as y/n looked at him dead in the eye and said "Having you on my lap reminded me of how lucky I am to have you Bojan".

Hearing his name only meant two things. Either they were making love, or she was dead serious about what she was saying. He gave her a sweet smile and gave her a soothing kiss on the top of her head. "I am also super lucky to have you in my life y/n. And I am even luckier to know that I have you in my life for good." she told her, the strobing lights lighting up his face not causing her knees to turn weak anymore, but giving her a sense of protection, of security, of warmth. There was no sexual tension, no teasing whatsoever. Just pure love. Pure, plain love.

"But that doesn't mean that the night won't end the way we imagined at the beginning ljubezen"

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[urmom609402]

Here's a fanfic I wrote called The Cold, I've never done this type of writing before but I have been obsessed with Otis so I thought I should give it a try. If you read this, hmu I would love feedback, or suggestions, or just a heads-up in case it's better than I thought, and I should continue it!! Much love <33

It was cold when I first walked down that path, gravel and dirt under me making the blistered soles of my feet burn. Eventually, passing a fork in the road, I kept walking, trekking what felt like miles beyond where I first escaped, to find a woman…just standing. Holding a tiny umbrella over her head she kicked her feet and looked for possible rides home, before locking eyes with me. I felt like a deer in headlights, her beautiful blonde hair blowing in the wind of what was now a roaring downpour of rain, I took off what was left of my heels and walked over to her.

“Can you help me? I need help. Can you please help me?” I asked out of breath, watching her body language become more friendly with my second pleading.

“Well sure… But Jesus girl what the hell happened to you?” She looked me up and down, noticing my shivering body and pulling me closer to her under the umbrella. “Jeez you’re cold.. Here take this.” She took off her coat and put it over me.

“Thank you… I…” I was at a loss for words, so paralyzed from escaping that pink convertible from hell, unable to shake the image of the man in the back seat…. He was skinny, pale, much older than I was… he didn’t touch me much but he had this death glare he never took off me, like I was a piece of meat for him to tear apart, barely saying anything beyond yelling at the driver and muttering curses while tugging on my hair. As soon as he put his hand on me I ran, I jumped out of that car so fast I couldn't feel my ankle snap as I met the hard concrete below. And that’s how I got here, bloody, broken, I could barely get a word out of my mouth before me and the mystery woman were met with a car in the distance.

“Hold this-” She said, shoving the umbrella in my hands as she ran into the street in front of the car and smiled widely at the people inside, yelling at them to open the doors. “Me and my friend here need help! Please can we hitch a ride?” She said in an infantilized tone, trying to baby-talk them into letting us in. Eventually they opened the door, shoving the blonde haired woman in the front, and me, next to the guys' girlfriends in the back.

I gave them a weak smile before saying “We really appreciate the lift.”

“No problem, where you headed anyways?” Bill asked, looking at me through the rearview mirror.

“My house!” Baby chimed in, sounding awfully cheery. “We were going to have a sleepover and you know.. One thing led to another and our car got stolen! Some bitches took it and ditched us to rot on the side of the road… Until you got us…” She bit her lip and played with Bill's hair until he slapped it away. I felt myself tighten up at her lies, unsure whether to correct her or to go along with it, all I wanted was to be somewhere safe and this was my only ticket to just that.

“D’you know about Doctor Satan? Someone a few miles back told us about a tree-” The man in front of me asked in a more unserious tone compared to his friend.

“Oh leave them alone!” Bill’s girlfriend scoffed.

“Yeah I know that tree! It’s right by my house!” Baby said, shooting a soft gaze back at Jerry, before suddenly a pop of the tire stopped us in our tracks.

“Fucking hell!” Bill said before getting out of the car, baby and jerry soon followed. “Did you do what I asked before?” Bill said frustratedly, no response he repeated himself. “Did you pack the extra tire like I had asked?”

With an embarrassed sigh he muttered “No, I did not bring the extra tire. I inflated it but I forgot to put it back in the car.”

“For fucks sakes Jerry!” He said holding himself back from slapping his friend. “What do we do now?”

“My brother has a tow truck, he should be able to help us. I live not so far from here anyway I can go get him!” Baby said, bubbly as ever. “You, me, and my friend in the back can go to my house.” I weakly smiled at the baby when she made eye-contact, prompting me to get out of the car.

“I'll be right back.” I said to Denise and Mary before hopping out of the car. Baby held my wrist tightly and smiled.

“We’re going on an adventure! You, me, and glasses here are going to my house so we can get my brother to tow the car. Are you excited?” She beamed at me.

“S-sure.” I said as happily as I could, losing feeling in my feet as we walked to the house, leaving the others behind. Baby’s grip on my wrist moved to my hand, her warmth helped me keep composure on our little walk, finally letting go of me once we arrived at the driveway.

“You two wait here, I’ll be right back!” She smiled widely at me and Bill and ran off, coming back with that same wide grin scaring the ever living shit out of the two of us. “My brother just left, for now I say we go inside and warm up.” She grabbed my hand again and guided me inside.

Only in the house for a few seconds it felt claustrophobic, walls cluttered to the ceiling with wallpaper, and dirt. Garbage and other unnecessary goods scattered about the space aside for the clean-ish living room. It felt inviting when Baby was holding my hand, but as I really took in the space it gave me an unnerving feeling. It didnt help that there was a stench stinking up every inch of the house I couldn’t recognize- it was as if rotting meat was left out near a litter box. As i sat down I watched as Baby averted her attention on Bill, teasing and playing with him, leaving me closest to the tv.

“Baby you didn’t tell me we were having guests over!” A voice said excitedly, i turned around to find a woman who looked just like baby saunter over to me, sitting next to me on the couch. “Hello sweetheart, what’s your name?” She said, giving me a warm smile.

“(y/n)…that’s a really pretty blouse m’am.” I said faintly admiring how her nightgown clung to her, feather boa draping over her shoulders with unseen grace.

“Thank you darlin’, please, call me mama.” She said rubbing my shoulder. “Oh dear you’re shivering! Baby go get our guest a blanket and see if Tiny’s home yet!” Baby rolled her eyes, stepping away from the paralyzed Bill, before throwing a blanket at Mama and walking out the door again. “(y/n) is such a lovely name…what happened to your foot honey?” She said averting her gaze to my blistered and bruised feet.

“I uhm..” I stuttered unsure how to admit it. “I was riding my bike and fell off pretty bad, a car nearly ran me over.”

“Well don't go lying to my momma girl.” A husky voice said in the shadows. It was the man from before, the death glare… He walked towards us with a slow stride and plopped himself in the chair closest to us. “She had a big fumble down the road so me and Spaulding took her in our car… Being sympathetic y’know? And this bitch jumps out of the car when we’re going damn near 80 m/ph and runs away from us!” He said in an angered tone.

“Is that true?” Mama asked concerned.

“Yes…I’m sorry for lying to you Mama.” I said while unable to take my eyes off of him.

Mama simply gave me a hug and said. “No need to apologize, my son has no manners when it comes to meeting new people.” She laughs softly. “Otis, can you take (y/n) to Baby’s room? Help her get new clothes?” My eyes widened, body stiffening under her gentle embrace as Otis glared back at me with that same glare, slowly getting up.

“Sure thing.. C’mere momma, I dont bite.” He said pulling my shoulder off the couch and in front of him, going further into the halls of this maze of a home. Blood, dirt, and grime stuck to every inch of the house, each one looking older than the last Otis dragged me up the stairs and into the bathroom.

“I thought she said to take me to Baby’s room.” I said slightly confused. Before answering he forcefully held onto my ankle as i sat on the tub, wrapping a bandage on it.

“She says a lot of things, i just thought you’d prefer a proper clean up before we get you new clothes.” He said somewhat sarcastically, dragging me back to my feet once the bandages were done. “I dont like my new plaything all dirty or upset… You have no idea what you just got yourself into momma.” He gave a devilish grin and dragged me into his room, walls full of doodles and drawings. “Sit.” He pointed to a chair in the middle of his room, it had what could only be blood splattered all over it much like everything else in his room. Too scared to move I quickly sat. “Good girl. You know why we picked you up earlier?” He asked, circling around me, tying my wrists to the back of the chair tightly.

“Why?” I said squirming against the rope.

“Because you’re a pretty woman, aren't you? You look like you know a good time when it’s presented to you right?” He kneeled in front of me, tracing the shape of my breasts through my wet shirt with a knife. I couldn't answer. Pressing the knife into the fat of my left breast a little harder than before he repeated his question.

“Yes.. yes ow please stop.”

“Good…well you’ll be happy to know I love a good time. I’m a bone-ified freak as a matter of fact.” He chuckled softly rubbing my knees with his other hand. “You feel cold.” He leaned into my face, not like he was going to kiss me but to rather, admire me. Studying how my face flintched, how my eyes were tired, and how I reacted to his touch.

“Why are you doing this?” I said weakly, stopping myself from trying to undo his knot on the chair. ‘It was no use’ I thought, wrists burning with each small tug I maneuvered before.

“Like I said before… you’re a pretty woman. You said you liked a good time right?” I nodded frantically feeling a panic bubble in my stomach, feeling too weak to try and calm myself down. Sliding a hand up my thigh he whispered real close into my ear. “I got a way of making you warm momma…You want to hear what it is?” He pulled back dug his nails into my inner thigh, it felt like cat-claws digging into me like knives.

“Y…No.” I held myself back from saying yes, blurting out my self-correction and immediately regretting it as he used that same glare from before against me yet again. Stand up, he let go of my thigh and held onto my shoulders.

“No? You’re telling me you dragged your pretty little ass out of that storm, trembling like a god-damn leaf and you don't want to be warm?!” He shouted at me, flipping my chair to face the window. The storm was roaring louder than before, clearly flooding the streets as thunder boomed around us. “You’re lucky you’re pretty, I would’ve gutted your dumbass already.” He mumbled, breathing right next to my ear. “Pretty girls like you should know better than to not answer to a man like me. But I’m gonna take pity on you… just a little.” He kneeled in front of me again, both hands digging into my thighs. “That ain’t an excuse to try and escape. The only way you’ll get out of this room is to take a piss or die. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.” I said, tears flooding my eyes as I stared at the storm.

“Look at me when i’m talking to you god dammit!” He pulled on a lock of my hair, making me yelp and nod frantically.

“I said..Yes.” I choked up, unable to contain the sobs i so desperately needed to get out. Suddenly, I felt a knock at the door. It was Baby.

“Otis! Momma wants you! We got guests and if you dont get your ass down-”

“Shut the fuck up! I got business to attend to!” He barked back, switching to a more attentive tone, slowly getting up from kneeling in front of me to standing up again. “Wipe those tears little momma, i’ll be back to make you real warm.” He gave a shit-eating grin flipping the chair around to face the door- teasing me. Teasing the idea of escape.

To be continued (?)

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[broz0neglitters]

You let me drown

Branch POV Fanfic

~Hey, hey, if you haven't read parts 1 and 2, I suggest you go read that now cause this is branch POV, so we're going straight to the story. Enjoy ~

Warning: Alcohol/drinking , cuss words Mention

Branch POV:

-Later that night-

I Keep tossing and turning to myself. I can't sleep. It has been days since the whole fight between me and floyd. I keep thinking to myself, why would my favorite brother lie straight to my face? He sure indeed did try to avoid family problems cause he usually was the one who would stop John, Bruce, and Clay from ripping each other apart.

As I got up from my bed as I looked at the time it was 3AM "screw it." I said to myself I didn't want to bother my girlfriend or anyone, so I should talk to floyd again. I'm still not over this mess. It's hard to expect the fact that the one brother who helped me with everything would lie straight to my face....

~Fast forwards~

-Vacay Island-

All of us came to visit Bruce and his family, but mainly for a brother get-together by the beach, in which Bruce makes the best cocktails like it really gets us started. Anyway I arrived with John Dory, Clay, and floyd as Bruce served us cocktails which were named after celebrities

Bruce made me this cocktail. The name was Justin Timberlake, and it was blue and had fresh blueberries. I wish I could taste the alcohol, which had glitter in it. "Wow, Bruce, this tastes amazing. You didn't have to do all this for us." I said, "Aww, it was nothing, bitty B I love doing this for my brothers, and hey, it's even on the menu." Bruce reply I hate being called bitty B. I only allowed Poppy to call me that cause she deserves it I wish she was here

As I saw floyd with his hot pink sunglasses as he took a sip of his cocktail which was called the Troye Sivan. It was hot pink. "This cocktail definitely got me feeling the rush this is good," floyd said I refused to believe a word. That Floyd is saying as I rolled my eyes at floyd I still refuse to sit next to someone who said he would return but never did As Clay took a sip of his it was more like a beer rather than a cocktail which was called Kid Cudi "Man this drink will defiantly keep me up day n night." clay said

"I sure do feel the rush." floyd said. "Stop lying." I said while crossing my arms "Branch, are you still upset about me? I thought we moved past this, and we're here to have a good time." Floyd said, looking at me, "Yo, this eric andre beer is fucking amazing I gotta have another one, Bruce." John said as he was caught in the middle of me and floyd arguing "Are they still at it again." john said "Well, branch is really hurt so I think we should let these two talk it out. We'll chip in if they beat each other up beside they won't unlike you and clay." bruce said sipping on his Daveed Diggs cocktail which was hella fancy as fuck...

"I'm still not. I'm the youngest, for crying out loud, and you literally lied to a fucking baby that you would come back, but you didn't. You wanna know what fucking happened to grandma! SHE FUCKING GOT EATTEN!" I snap angrily "I WAS SINGING HOPING THAT YOU AND THE OTHERS WOULD COME BACK FOR ME BUT GRANDMA SAVE ME I WISH IT WAS ME INSTEAD OF GRANDMA I'M A FUCKING MISTAKE!" I said, crying as floyd put his arms around me "I-i'm sorry I didn't know that happen to grandma." he said, "Don't fucking touch me, you liar" I said, slapping his hands off me

"Should've known your love was nothin' but the surface I'm in the deep end." I said, looking at floyd as floyd put his drinks down as I looked at the waves of the beach. "And I've been begging you to stay, but I really can't. I know you wanted to start a solo career, so I let you go." I reply not looking at him "In fact I have also been begging all the others to stay but they won't listen to me." floyd said "But it still doesn't give you the right to lie to a literal baby." I said

As the sun set me and floyd watched our older brother play in the water, splashing at each other. We both should be out there joining them, but instead, we're both here talking about our feelings, mostly me letting out my emotions as I looked over at floyd who was in tears crying "You showed me exactly who you are and I should've believed it You left me alone out in the dark with all of your demons." I said then floyd replied choking on his every word

"I Got caught up in the tide of all the tears you've cried I know you were blinded by my heart, sinking from the start." Floyd said "But you know what, floyd." I told him, "What?" he said softly. "Should've never followed you this far; now I'm in the deep end, And you let me drown. You didn't even try to save me." I replied as I stood up as floyd held onto my hands "Please branch I didn't mean for this to happen please I'm really sorry and I mean it." floyd said sobbing

As I let go of his hands. "And if real love never dies, Why am I barely breathin'?" I asked him, "Also to mention that I was Here on my own, Out in the deep end, Way down below, with all of your lies and how you told me you would come back but never." I said as floyd couldn't stop crying

He was so pathetic at this point. There was no way I was gonna forgive him floyd knew every word I was saying was true floyd was indeed the bad guy after he told me that he wasn't, even if he fucked up his words...

But floyd thought to himself that although at the reunion, John and Bruce never apologized to Branch, only Clay did although john didn't, floyd knew that John Dory did keep his promise and did come back for Branch and the others, unlike floyd, who felt guilty and ran away from his problem and lying to a literal baby floyd wonders how branch felt about bruce also leaving him but the focus right now is to get branch to forgive him and set this drama aside was floyd main focus floyd also felt bad that he made branch think that john dory was the bad guy

Although John Dory bossed all of them around, he still cared about them. Even after he left, no big brother would ever return for his younger siblings, but John Dory was different. He actually came back and traveled the Seven Seas looking for them, and yet they pin John Dory as the bad guy for caring about his brother.

I Didn't want to sit here any longer, so I wanted to end things with floyd and join the others. "Sometimes I sit and fantasize. Maybe sometime in another life, you would never leave me and we would still be a family." I said, "I understand you, and I wish that too." floyd said, "But I really don't want to continue talking about this mess so to close this chapter, floyd it would take me a while to forgive you and believe everything you say." I said "You have the right and I deserve it I will wait no matter how long it would take you to forgive me I'll be there waiting for your brotherly love again." Floyd said

All I could do was hug him and join the brothers at this point I didn't want to talk about it anymore. The chapters as been closed for me and floyd and as much as I want to forgive floyd I didn't want to hear his lies it will take me a long time to forgive him and floyd knew that

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Anyway, This is the end of the chapter man, this chapter was so good, haha I really enjoyed writing it and I genuinely believe it would take branch years to forgive floyd anyways I will surely start a new Fanfic soon

but in the meantime be sure to read parts 1 and 2 for context <3

Also, the request will be reopened on May 31st and closed back down on Aug 9th, so don't be disappointed if I don't get to your request. As I mentioned, it takes a while to write them, and although it will still be around summer, I have a summer job and need to get ready for the school year, so please be patient. Thank you <3.

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[fateinthestars]

Star-Crossed Myth Fluffbruary Fanfic April Catch-up (11th Feb Prompt): Commitment (Zyglavis/MC)

Title: Commitment

Fandom: Star-Crossed Myth

Genre: Fluff

Rating: T

Pairing: Zyglavis/MC (MC’s name left blank so you can fill it in with whatever you wish in your head)

Word Count: 1,561

Written for Prompt: February 11 : reflection | water | apology for @fluffbruary

A/N: Zig please, I'm trying to write fluff. Ahem I hope the fluffiness of this one shines through, I guess you can kinda describe it as fluff to ease internal worrying? 😅

February 11th: Commitment (Zyglavis/MC)

Zyglavis sighed as he worked through a seemingly never-ending punishments list at his personal reflecting pool in his room. He was sure he could trust Dui to tell ___ that he would not be able to make it to Earth tonight after all but that did not mean he liked how startlingly often this had been happening lately. He knew ___ understood his position and the importance of what he did, in fact it sometimes frustrated him that she would back off with her troubles rather than interrupt him when he was busy. He would always find a way to make time for her.

And yet, here he was, still working. Worse still this had been a last minute thing so he had not been able to change their arrangements in advance. 

Before he could ruminate further on whether he should have found a way to see her tonight, Zyglavis was interrupted by a knock at his door. Expecting it to be Scorpio he snapped his fingers to open it. “Is there a problem?” He asked, not turning round from the pool.

“Not unless you count overworking,” came the familiar voice of ___.

Zyglavis sharply turned to face her. Frowning he glanced to the side, his posture stiff. She didn’t seem upset, but… “My apologies. This really could not wait. However I should have thought to find a way to update you in person. The frequency of urgent work recently has been -”

“Zyglavis,” ___ interrupted softly, moving over to him and placing a hand gently on his arm. “I don’t need an apology. That’s not why I’m here.”

“... Was there something you needed to talk about urgently?” Zyglavis asked, his tone now concerned as he returned his gaze to his girlfriend.

“Relax,” ___ sighed. “Not everything has to be a problem.”

Taking a deep breath, Zyglavis finally became less rigid and he looked lovingly at her. However he was still frowning. “I’m glad, but I do have to finish this work. I will not be able to give you any attention.”

___ smiled reassuringly at him. “I don’t mind just spending time with you, you know.”

Zyglavis sighed, but finally relaxed into a smile himself. “Well I cannot say that it is not wonderful to see you. Are you quite certain you are alright just relaxing here whilst I work? What I am doing won’t upset you?”

“It won’t if I don’t look,” ___ pointed out. “But if you want a second opinion I could help.”

“Oh? And do you have an opinion already?” Zyglavis asked, still a little thrown by her being there.

“I think you’ll find I said it when I first came in. You are overworking.”

“Whether I am or not is immaterial when this cannot wait.”

___ rolled her eyes and put her hand on the pile of papers he was still holding. “All of these have to be done tonight or was there just something in particular that needed dealing with and you decided as there was no way you could make it back to Earth at a reasonable time that you might as well do the rest of the work as well?”

“...” Zyglavis looked to the side. He should have known she’d be able to read him this well so far into their relationship. “Technically it does still need doing as it is what I was initially supposed to be doing today.”

There was another knock at the door, and this time it was Scorpio who entered the room. He looked at the Minister of Punishments with a frown. “Tch, I can’t believe that damn problem child was right that you’d still try to do all this shit yourself even after what the King needed us both for earlier. Give the rest of the list here.”

“Scorpio,” Zyglavis snapped. “You have been nearly as busy as -”

“Today, maybe,” Scorpio interrupted, “but not the last time. And anyway I don’t have something else that should have my attention.”

Zyglavis frowned. “But…”

“Dammit, Zig, will you let me do you a favour for once rather than the other way around? The others are worried too, you know.”

“... Ah.” Zyglavis somewhat reluctantly handed the rest of the punishments list over to his Vice Minister. “If anything comes up that you believe needs me, I still expect you to fetch me, clear?”

Scorpio relaxed into a smirk at that. “Very.” He then shot a glance at ___ that seemed to mean ‘you owe me one for this, woman’, before leaving.

Zyglavis sat down on the edge of his bed with ___, sighing softly. He looked at her, still seemingly a little troubled. “Well, now you have got my attention but I’m afraid it is too late to go anywhere.”

“Zyglavis, I said before I was happy just to spend time with you. Besides, we don’t want you going anywhere, we want you to rest.”

Hearing her reassuring words that she was happy to just stay with him in his room, Zyglavis wrapped an arm around her. “Did the others put you up to this?” He asked with slight suspicion, sure that Scorpio wouldn’t have confronted him on his own without her first breaking down his barriers.

“Not exactly,” ___ murmured, leaning into his embrace. “But, um… you see… after Dui gave me your message, there was a certain comment that made the others leap to your defence and it suddenly became clear that you’d been making sure to help everyone else as well still as well as your usual duties on top of this extra assignment…”

Zyglavis was initially puzzled and then he scowled. “Did that wretched Lion imply that I do not value you?! Because if he did -”

___ laughed lightly. “I don’t care what Leon thinks. I know you care for me. No doubt you spent tonight before I got here worrying that you hadn’t even been able to cancel in person?”

“...” Zyglavis couldn’t find any way to respond to that, knowing that she was correct. “So what actually happened? Much as I trust my Vice Minister I very much doubt he would have agreed to bring you up here if you’d just asked.”

“... Well like I said all the others were defending your decision, but as you may have gathered from what Scorpio said Ichthys was the one who bought up you wouldn’t even leave the normal work, but in regards as to who actually put the idea into Scorpio’s head that he should take the list off you? I think that was actually Huedhaut.”

Zyglavis’ eyes widened a little in surprise. “I beg your pardon?”

___ laughed. “Oh I doubt Scorpio even realises that that was what happened, but one minute Huedhaut was being condescending to Leon regarding commenting on your work ethic considering how often he disappears on Karno, and the next Scorpio was grabbing my hand snapping that if I still wanted to come up here he’d come with me to get away from the nonsense everyone else was spouting.”

“... Pfft…” Zyglavis broke into a wide smile. “I may have to ask someone to show me a vision of that later. Still…” he sighed. “I suppose this shows just how buried in my work I have been recently for both departments to make comments tonight. My apologies for -” Zyglavis cut off as ___ leant forward and captured his lips in a brief kiss. “... ___ ?”

“I told you before that I didn’t need an apology,” ___ murmured softly. “Besides, I think that’s enough talk of the others and work tonight don’t you?”

Zyglavis smirked at her. “True. I suppose you still wish me to get some ‘rest’.”

___ nudged him lightly for that suggestive comment. “Yes, rest, like I said,” she replied firmly. However she then reached into her bag and pulled out a neatly wrapped package. “Here. I was going to give you this tonight.”

“What’s the occasion?” Zyglavis wondered as he undid the wrapping.

“Does there have to be one?”

Zyglavis shook his head slightly, then looked down at what he was holding. It was a box of chocolates with parfait filling, including ganache ones. “I hardly deserve these right now…”

“Of course you do,” ___ murmured, wrapping her own arms around him now. “I picked them up simply cos I happened to see a display of them at the convenience store and I thought of you. I could have saved them for some special occasion but you have been working so hard, this is exactly what you need right now.”

“But I do not have anything to give you in return.”

___ smiled softly. “You do not need to give me anything. I did this because I wanted to. All I want from you right now is to slow down a little. The Gods may not need sleep but you’ve been working so hard you did not even notice…” she quickly trailed off.

“Notice what?” Zyglavis asked, frowning.

“I promised I wouldn’t say anything,” ___ muttered.

Zyglavis sighed heavily. “From your tone I am certain it is something  that Ichthys has done. Well, he should be glad I am in a forgiving mood as I will not ask you anything further pertaining to that. Just tell him that the next time he pulls a prank I will not be so lenient.”

Laughing lightly, ___ leant over and kissed him once more.

#star crossed myth fanfic #scm fanfic #scm #star crossed myth #scm zyglavis #zyglavis x mc #fluffbruary 2024

[rosie-love98]

Saw The "Fantastic Beasts" Movies And I'm Really Stumped About Credence...

Specifically on whether or not I should write him being Snape's maternal grandpa. Perhaps, during his time with Grindelwald, Grindelwald knew Credence could die soon/fail him. So, the Dark Wizard (for some reason) sought the help of a pure-blood family, the Princes' who's daughter and only child was made to marry Credencein hopes to produce a "suitable heir". One that can be more powerful as Credence. Eileen Prince would be the result.

Credence would (most likely) die not knowing his child (he probably didn't even know his wife/lover was expecting at the time). So, Eileen would be reared by the Prince family who, embittered by Grindelwald's defeat and finding Eileen to be a disapointment, the little girl grew up in an unloving household. This would soon drive her to (perhaps) work for Tom Riddle Jr. until a change of heart made her go for the Muggle boy, Tobias Snape.

While this would make sense (especially since the third movie had Credence look so much like Snape that it couldn't have been a coincidence), I'm hesitant on going with this story line for my own fanfic for a few reasons:

-How would Albus and/or Aberforth see Eileen and then Severus around Hogwarts and not put 2 and 2 together? Especially with how Severus and Credence resembled each other. Granted, the Dumbledores probably weren't aware of the situation, but, you'd think Credence would've said something about leaving a wife/girlfriend behind let alone a baby. Surely Aberforth would've been adamant to not let history repeat.

-If Albus somehow managed to figure it out, why the flip couldn't he tell Aberforth or Severus?! Did he assume Aberforth would jeopardize Snape's duty as a spy?

-My fic already has the reveal (don't know if I should clal it that as I'm thinking about having the story down in chronological order) of Severus, himself, fathering a child prior to "Philosopher's Stone". Another Snape Paternity Reveal would be so redundant, would it?

So, what should I do?:

#harry potter #harry potter films #harry potter fanfiction #credence barebone #severus snape #snape #aberforth dumbledore #eileen snape #snape family tree #snape family #if you wanna know who's snape's son is watch “Weirdsister College”

[purifycantyouhelpme]

My Sweet Valentine | Duff Mckagan x Reader Fanfic

A03 link <3

Summary: Duff wants to ask you to be your Valentine but he's too nervous to ask you. This takes place in the early 90s.

Word count: 1585

At Slash's house, Duff's P.O.V.

It was a sunny day. Me and Slash were standing at the porch, at his house talking about random stuff. Slash was drinking beer that he got from the cooler on the porch. I didn't want any beer because I wasn't in the mood to drink beer and probably get drunk so I drank some soda instead. Fanta Orange to be exact.

I heard the front door open. I looked behind to see who it was. It was Slash's girlfriend. She looked pretty tired from doing the household chores but she still had a smile on her face. She walked towards Slash. "Slash!" Slash's girlfriend hugged him and kissed him on the lips. She was really happy to see him for some reason. "What are you going buy me for Valentine's day?" She asked her boyfriend. All Slash did was stare at her. "I can't tell you yet. It's a surprise." He said nervously. He didn't want to spolied the surprise. "Aww! I really want to know." She said, sadly.

"Anyways, can you fix your guitar? It's not working." She yawned. "I'll fix it later, honey. I'm talking to Duff right now." Slash took a sip from the beer bottle. "It's okay. I'll wait." She went inside in the house and shut the door.

Slash looked at me and started to laugh at me. "Looks like you're the only one--" I know why he's going to laugh at me. "I know Slash." I was getting angry at him. "Everyone has a Valentine but me." I said to him in an angry tone. What an ass. "You know, you don't need to have a Valentine. You can just be single and hang out with your friends." Slash said. He's right but what's the fun in that? I threw my empty can on the grass. I wasn't angry anymore. "Anyways, what's with you and (Y/N)?" Slash said. I was shocked when he said (Y/N). I haven't heard from her in a long time. I kinda forgot about her. "(Y/N)?" I said to Slash. "We haven't talked to each other a long time. She's always busy." I said sadly, looking down at the floor. I realized that I missed (Y/N). I miss hanging out with her and talking to her. Slash put his hand on my shoulder. "Maybe you should ask her to be your valentine if you want." Slash suggested. I looked up at him. That's a great idea, Slash. "Yeah, yeah. I should ask her." I said. There was a slight smile on my face. Slash toss his beer bottle to the side and got another one from the cooler. "But do you know where she's at? I mean, you said that you guys haven't talk in a while." Slash asked me. Slash started to open his beer bottle and drink it. She's probably at that coffee shop that she always go to. I don't know if she's there or not. Well, I got to go there to find out.

At the coffee shop, Duff's P.O.V:

I look through the window in the coffee and I saw her. There she is, (Y/N). She's in the coffee shop. She looks so cute just talking to her friend while drinking her coffee and eating a breakfast sandwich. What am I doing? I shouldn't be staring at her from afar. I should go up and talk to her. I walked in the coffee shop. Alot of people were sitting at the tables, either eating or waiting for their order, and the line was pretty long. I look around and I saw (Y/N). "Hey (Y/N)." I waved at her. I said loudly so she can hear me. "Hey Duff. How are you doing?" She asked me. I was walking to her table. I was standing next to her. "I'm doing great." I said. I chuckled. "Hey Rachel." I waved at Rachel, (Y/N's) friend. She just smiled at me and continued to drink her coffee.

"(Y/N), I was wondering if you--" Man, it's so hard to talk to someone you like. (Y/N) was staring at me. My hands were in my pockets. "If you and me could hang out today somewhere?" I said as I was twiddling my fingers, looking at her. I was so nervous, especially in front of all these people. "Yeah, I would love to hang out with you." She said. I didn't expect her to say yes. "Just let me finish my food." She said.

"O-Okay." I said, looking down at the floor. I walked towards the door. I leaned my body against the wall, hand on my chest. I asked her out. I asked her out on a date! I really wasn't expecting this to happen.

Outside, night time, Duff's P.O.V

We were outside, laying on the grass, looking at the stars. The stars are pretty to look at. The cold wind blowing on us is making it better.

"This was the best day ever." She said. I look at her a little bit. "Yeah, it was." I said with a smile. I did had a lot of fun. Bugs were crawling over me but I didn't care. "I had so much fun today." She said. I'm happy that she enjoyed her day as well. I got off from my back, I was sitting up. "(Y/N)..." I stared at her. She turned her head a little at me. "Will..." I'm having trouble telling her. Just tell her, it's not that hard. "Will you be my valentine?" I asked her. She's going to say no, isn't she? "Yes, I will be your valentine, Duff." She said to me. She said yes. Woohoo! We were both staring at each other. Her eyes are so pretty. I could stare at them all day. She got up from the ground. "I will see you tomorrow, Duff. I hope." She started to walk to the bus stop so that she could go home. "Wait!" I yelled as I got up from the ground. She stopped dead in her tracks. She turned around to look at me. "How about I'll give you a ride home?" I asked her. I'm just trying to be nice. "S-Sure. My feet do hurt from walking alot." She said. I walked towards her, I was standing next to her. "Do you want me to carry you?" I asked her as I lean in towards a little and give her a seductive look. She didn't like what was I doing, she look pretty angry. "D-Duff, stop it." She pushed me lightly and crossed her arms. I couldn't help but to laugh. "I'm just playing with you." I told her as I put my hand on her shoulder.

February 14th (Y/N's) P.O.V

It was Valentine's day, it was nice, relaxing, bright sun shining, day. Me, Slash, Slash's girlfriend and Duff were at the coffee shop again. The coffee shop was less crowded this time. We were all sitting at a family dinner table. Slash and his girlfriend were sitting together on one side and me and Duff were sitting next to each other. We all already order, we're just waiting for our food to get here. "Wow, Duff. I'm shocked that you got a Valentine." Slash laughed at Duff.

"Shut up, Slash." He told Slash in an angry tone. I know that they were both joking. They're such goofballs. I tapped on his shoulder so I can get his attention. He titled his head towards me. I looked at him. "Duff, I want to talk to you in private." I told him.

"We'll be back." Duff told them. We started to walk out of the coffee shop. "Duff, did you get me anything for Valentine's Day?" I asked him. I was curious. He had his hands in pockets again. "No, I didn't give you anything for Valentine's day. I'm sorry." He said. He didn't have to apologize, it's fine really. I didn't want anything for Valentine's Day other than hanging out with him. I miss hanging out with him, just like the good ol days. "Well..." I put my hands behind my back and moved a bit. "I got you something for Valentine's day." I said with a smile. leaned forward with my hands still behind my back. "Gee, what is it?" He asked me. He sounded pretty excited, he was tapping his foot on the pavement a little. I walked up to him and put my hands on him so I could get a grip on him. I was really close to him. God, he's so tall. I slowly rised my head and body up and I kissed him on the lips. I went back down on my feet. "I got you a kiss." I smiled, giggled and I put my hand over my mouth. I can't believe I kissed Duff, my longtime friend. Duff just stood there, flustered and speechless. "T-T-Thanks..." He said softly. He smiled a little.

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[kittyball23]

Argument (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: Tensions rise when Floyd's rescue mission does not go as planned, and Branch makes a choice

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For a while, there was only the sound of heavy panting as each of the Trolls attempted to gather their bearings.

John Dory and Spruce were clinging on to each other, out of breath. Clay glanced distastefully at a rip in his shirt that had been caused by one of the Bergen’s scratching claws. Poppy and Branch were bent over, hands on knees, staring blankly at the ground and trying to process everything that had occurred. One thing was for certain. They had failed their mission, and nearly lost their lives in doing so. They were still one brother down. But Branch, for one, didn’t care about that anymore. However, the same could not be said for other Trolls.

“All right,” JD said when he was finally able to speak again. “So that didn’t work. But, there’s no harm in trying again, right? This time what we’ll do is – “

“ No harm?” John Dory was cut off by Branch’s hard voice. “We nearly got crushed and eaten – and you call that no harm? ” he growled.

“Okay…” JD paused, cringing, realizing he should reword himself. “Right, so not exactly ‘no harm,’ but we still could try again, but with a different strategy.”

“How about this strategy: we leave ,” Branch said firmly. “I’m not going to risk my life or my girlfriend’s life just to make some stupid dream of yours come true! If you really wanted to have the band all together, you should’ve thought about that years ago. All of you should have.” He glanced at Spruce and Clay, who winced.

“But Branch, what about Floyd?” Poppy asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Branch sighed. “He can manage on his own, I’m sure. They all managed on their own, didn’t they?” He gestured at the three brothers that were behind them. “He’ll find a way out. He’s a smart Troll. Well, except for that one dumb decision he made.”

Having had enough, John Dory stepped forward, a little annoyed. “Dude, will you stop mentioning that so many times? I’m trying to fix this. We’re trying to fix this!” he said, referring to himself, Spruce, and Clay.

“Oh yeah? Why? Did your solo career not go as planned? You need your backup again to make yourself look good?” Branch challenged.

John Dory ignored the stabs and pressed on. “Look, Branch, we’re almost there. We just need one more bro. Then we’ll be complete!”

“Ah, ah, ah, wrong,” Branch cut in, putting a finger up. “You need two more bros. Floyd, and myself. And you’re not going to get me. I refuse to be a part of this band in any way, shape, or form. So goodbye!” Huffing, he turned around and began to storm away.

“You’re really going to just walk away like that?” Spruce suddenly asked.

“Yeah, I am,” Branch said. “It wasn’t hard for you to do, was it?”

The purple Troll fell silent.

“Bro,” Clay spoke up, “don’t do this. Floyd’s your family. We’re your family!”

Branch whirled on the formerly yellow Troll. “No, you’re not. You lost the ability to call me your ‘brother’ when you guys left. A family doesn’t abandon each other.”

“But you’re doing that right now!” John Dory pointed out.

“I’m not. Because I just said that you’re not my family,” Branch clarified. He headed off again, without another word.

Poppy in the meantime had stood off to the side, watching them argue, speechless. The brothers look at her, silently pleading. She nodded. “I’ll talk to him.” She dashed off to catch up with him, the Troll already having made some distance.

“Branch, you can’t do this,” she said when she reached him.

“I just did,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“And you shouldn’t have!” Poppy insisted. “Just because they did something you didn’t like a long time ago doesn’t mean you should do the same exact thing!”

Branch pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Poppy… The only reason I agreed to go on this trip was because of you. Not John Dory. Not Spruce, or Clay, or really even Floyd. But… I can’t take it anymore. I’m done with this mission. I’m tired, and I want to go home.”

“But I don’t!” she said stubbornly.

“Really?” Branch said, his voice showing a hint of irritation in it. “Why’s that? So you can make your dream come true about meeting every member of your favorite boy band? So you can get all their autographs?”

Poppy opened her mouth to rebuke his suggestion, but found that she couldn’t. Her silence told him what he needed to know. “You can’t tell me that wasn’t your reason,” he said plainly.

“It… it wasn’t my entire reason,” she admitted. “What I really wanted was for you to see your family again. I wanted you guys to make up. To be friends and brothers again.” She gently took his hand in hers, holding it in what she hoped was a soothing gesture as she gazed into his eyes. “Please?”

Branch felt himself hesitating. It was incredibly difficult to want to say no to her, not with the way she was looking at him now, so sad, and yet hopeful too, as if she expected him to actually change his mind.

Branch swallowed hard, feeling his resolve beginning to weaken. Should he? No. Branch couldn’t. The scar ran too deep and the hurt was still too great. He let out a deep breath and looked away, disentangling his fingers from hers and silently walking off, leaving the Pop Queen torn on what in the world to do next.

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A/N: I'll be honest, I had Toy Story 4's argument scene in mind when I wrote this after they failed to save Forky from being kept hostage... but I guess we'll have to see what happens in the movie to spark a sad and/or argument scene!

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #branch trolls #poppy trolls #john dory #spruce trolls #clay trolls #floyd trolls #brozone #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes