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𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 - 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!oc

summary: truly, nothing can break Nadia’s soul.

warnings: cussing, outfit descriptions, slight angst, typos, it’s a long one 😭 click on the links, i’m watching you 🤨

wc: 6.4k

saint’s team radio 🎀: don’t beat me up y’all! this took more than forever and i am really sorry. hopefully this chapter brings you guys joy 🤭 thank you so much for all the love on renaissance so far! 🥹 i also want y’all to know that Nadia is a thick babe, when she wears shorts or mini skirts/dresses, it’s mini!!! just wanted to remind y’all!!!!

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The thin white thread from the duvet cover couldn't be any longer as Nadia continued to pull on it, clicking her nails together in the process. Her buzzing phone sat on the bed in front of her with the voice of her mother pressing her about the past week.

"I'm sure it wasn't easy being the trophy wife this weekend, people were going crazy this side." Her mother chuckled from the other end.

"Ma, you haven't spoken to me since I signed on that dotted line, you haven't checked up on me yet this is what you have to say to me after nearly 3 weeks without contact?" Nadia said with a strain in her voice.

"Oh come on. I was just giving you time to adjust to that fame you've always wanted and for the love of all that is good, cover up more. Do not need to see more than what I've already seen." Thembi said, not understanding how much she was hurting her daughter.

Quietly wiping her tears with her wrist, she thought back to how much peace she had before she called her mother.

The journey from South Africa to the uk had been a tough one when Nadia was much younger. Although the mother daughter pair had gone through hardships, they were as close as they could be. Residing in South London at the time had been a rollercoaster, from trying to fit in with the other kids to adapting to the new culture around her, it became easier thanks to friends she made along the way.

Within a year and a half of moving countries, Thembi announced to her daughter that they would be moving in with a new man, her 'friend' for the time being all the way in Stevenage. Nadia saw her mother's entire personality change the second the last box was dropped off by the movers, a new demeanour being shown off to the neighbours and a less kind version of her was shown to Nadia.

Conversations were barely there, hugs were rarely given and reassurance was never enough as opposed to the affection she would previously receive from before the move. Wanting to keep the positives on the surface, Nadia decided to distract herself from her feelings and continued to go to school with her old friends even if it meant travelling distances just to get away from her mother.

As Nadia grew older, so did the sudden change of attitude from her mother, finding the need to comment on everything she found wrong with Nadia. In rebellion, the girl would wear whatever would make her happy, get the tattoos she felt she needed and not spending as much time with her mother as she did before. When university opened, she hurried to move out, already planning her life out and visited her home country to find comfort in her family back home, her cousin Rea becoming a younger sister to her.

However after uni, Thembi seeked therapy to better her relationship with her daughter. Happy to go back to the way it was before, their relationship became healthier and happier after years. What changed?

Sighing out, Nadia ignored her mother's harsh words. "When is Rea going to get there? You've cancelled her flight three times already."

"Only next week Thursday. Ooh tell me, has he bought you anything fancy yet?" Anyone could imagine the smug look on her mother's face as she asked the question.

"Bye mom. Greet James." Rolling her eyes, Nadia hung up and gently rubbed her eyes, getting rid of the tears with her knuckles. Texting Rea that she should rather move in with her, she let out a sigh at the thought of her mother's sudden phone call the day after the race.

Walking into the en-suite bathroom, she fixed up her light makeup with music playing from her phone. Lewis had texted her earlier that he would be going on a run, not too sure what Nadia would want to do during the day before their trip to Malibu. She blinked the tears back whilst tilting her head backward to avoid them falling once again.

The cold tiles of the bathroom were cooling off the high temperature of her body, mainly from all the emotions and the overall heat in Miami. All she wanted to do was leave Miami and curl up in her bed - her old bed. The one she would lay on after an incredibly long day of teaching high schoolers. The one that had her plushies that she was gifted by her students. The one where she could be lying in at that very moment but she decided to drive to her mom's house that fateful day.

Deactivating her social media accounts was a no go as instructed by Tia, saying the engagement was good and for her to keep it up, the public unfamiliar with the concept of a WAG speaking to people as if they've been friends for decades. Having not gone too far into the mean and hateful comments, Nadia gets chills just thinking about it. How she's perceived by the world now with her newfound fame. One she did not ask for but she was willing to help her new friend.

That's all he was. A friend. Right?

Not realising she had zoned out and begun picking on her old acne scars, she hadn't heard her hotel room door open, a slightly breathless Lewis stood in the bathroom doorframe watching her pick at her skin whilst looking at a specific tile.

"Nads?" He called out but the girl still hadn't heard anything. Wiggling his neon sneakers on his feet within her vision, she snapped out of it, her eyes widening at the sight of him there. "Oh, hi." She greeted, voice as soft as silk as she looked at the man once then back to the mirror to avoid eye contact. "Everything okay?" He asked, wiping his forehead for any sweat left.

Nadia nodded, packing up her mini makeup bag from the marble counter, jewellery jangling as she zipped it up. "Just woke up a little weird and hungry, that's all. Are you good?" She responded, giving a half smile and she finally maintained eye contact with him.

"Yeah. Yeah, the run was good and ready for the day." He answered, feeling her energy yet just not sure where to put it between sadness or anger. "Still very proud of P2 yesterday, it was insane to see that live." She added, the gold grills matching her jewellery perfectly. Very casually dressed with a tired look in her eyes.

"Nads, are you sure you're good? Have you had breakfast?" He moved to the side as he watched her leave the bathroom with heavy footsteps. "The heat is killing me, not used to such and I was going to wait til the plane for something. Got too nervous to order room service." She slightly chuckled to herself, feeling a slight twist in her stomach.

Not wanting to upset her, he just gave her a look with his eyebrows a little raised and that made her crack. "Oh my days, don't look at me like that. We can go for lunch or something, I don't know." She suggested, looking away from Lewis to avoid looking into his eyes.

"What if I was going to compliment your hair?" He joked and crossed his arms with a slight chuckle.

"Please, I know that look from anywhere. I give it to my kids all the time." Nadia said while rolling her eyes, a soft smile on display. "Now let me change. The room's got stuffy air so we need to take a step outside." She shooed him away as she walked into the bathroom once again and closed the door with a huge smile.

Left standing in awe of her, Lewis shook his head as he headed out of her hotel room to change up for their outing.

The cold granadilla slushy had been freezing up Nadia's hand but she couldn't care less, the heat in Miami unbearable to no end. The pair sat in the back of the Escalade on the way to any mall nearby where Nadia could get some sandals, her feet suffocated by her sneakers.

Tia had advised them to travel by their allocated security cars because the streets of Miami were still buzzing with F1 fans, hungover or sober, hunting around for any f1 drivers that were around.

"Not that it isn't weird, it is, but I have to live with the fact that the women I have dreamed of styling one day know I exist and Pharrell too! Like my colleagues are blowing up my phone like crazy." Nadia emphasised, the slushy swishing around in her hand as she was talking.

Lewis could watch her talk for hours, even more when she was excited about something. He had thought that this weekend would be too much for Nadia with all the attention on her much more than the Grand Prix itself but the way she handled everything from the instagram posts to the multitude of introductions was incredible to watch.

She was graceful but with a spunk to her, expressing her personality to the friend group but not yet to the f1 media, wanting to get a bit more comfortable in that vicinity with Lewis by her side. Already seeing how she could get when someone were to wrong Lewis, the man was certain that they will get through this fake marriage with ease and fun, gaining a friendship within it.

"So what's your biggest goal with being a stylist? I haven't seen your work yet but I feel like it's phenomenal." He asked, smiling once he saw her roll her eyes at him.

"Phenomenal is a stretch but I'm trying to get like Law Roach or even work with a fashion house to be honest. I always wanted a way to show my work but I just never knew how to." She shrugged, taking a sip of the slushy.

"How about you style me for a few events and for a race or two?" He suggested.

"And take Eric's job? Are you crazy?" She stared at him with widened eyes and furrowed eyebrows but all he did was chuckle. "It'll be fun plus Eric knows already, he's more than excited for it." Lewis continued smiling, Nadia stared at him before releasing a sigh.

"When do I start?" She shook her head in disbelief, not believing what just happened. "Friday but the main brief is that we're sitting courtside." And like clockwork, he gave her a smile that she couldn't resist.

"You're just so full of surprises, aren't you? Let me find out there's more events you're hiding from me." Nadia said squinting her eyes at him, his cheeks eventually hurting from smiling at her.

"A magician never tells his tricks."

"Yeah yeah, Hamilton." Nadia replied, shaking her head once more as she got her purse ready, seeing the Miami Fashion District come into her view.

Pulling the bottom of her dress down constantly, she looked around at all the luxury stores that were never ending.

This wasn't the norm for her, she was hoping to see a much cheaper alternative than what was in front of her but she had to remember who she was in that very moment. She felt safe with two security detail walking stealthily behind them, her hands staying at the hem of her sundress.

"Your dress is okay, don't have to worry." Lewis leaned a little closer to her shoulder to whisper, sending back a reassuring smile. All she responded with was to hold his ring-clad hand in sign of appreciation.

Reaching Gucci, Nadia's first thought were those platform sandals she had seen on social media and in that exact moment, her mind went to the comfort she had been wanting since she hadn't packed any open shoes. Pulling him towards the store, everything in that store went quiet.

Sale associates just stopped and stared whilst costumers began whispering and muttering to themselves. Immediately spotting the sandals from afar, they walked slowly towards the shoe section of Gucci, trying to ignore all the eyes on them. From her peripheral vision, she could see someone speed walking towards them, fixing her uniform and her appearance once she reached the couple.

"Hello, welcome to Gucci. I'm Roni and I'll be your sales associate today." The woman introduced herself, looking straight at Lewis as she did.

"Nice to meet you, Roni. I'm Nadia and really we just came for a quick visit, hopefully get a few things whilst we're here." Nadia had on a bright smile as she spoke, the worker's smile fading as she looked at Nadia.

"Of course," Roni said, licking her teeth. "Where would you like to start? Perhaps dresses. It is a hot day in Miami." Looking at Nadia up and down with the slightest hint of disgust shown on her face, the woman continued to smile in her face.

Taken aback by the tone of her voice, Nadia just smiled and averted her gaze back to the shoe section. "It truly is but I have to pass. I'm much more interested in the shoes right now." She said, still holding onto Lewis' arm, who was enjoying every moment of this. "Alright, let me go get some champagne for you guys, racing must be tough in this heat." Roni smiled, turning around to walk in a different direction.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Nadia sighed out as they sat on the large velvet green couch. "Is this the crap i have to deal with? Her eyes said it all." She complained, rolling her eyes and placing her purse down. Following suit, he sat next to her and did not keep a friendly distance between them, relaxing his arm behind her.

"Don't worry about her or anyone else for that matter. People will purposefully piss you off for their enjoyment so let's just have a good time and we'll get ice cream later." He advised, not bothering to look around the shop but had focused all his attention on Nadia.

"Stand on your promise, Hamilton. I don't play about my ice cream." She joked, both chuckling after a beat of silence. Eyeing the store, she saw a few pieces that she knew would look good on Lewis and a few on herself. This one particular top was screaming her name, the Gucci monogram sticking out but it had a level of class to it, already imagining outfits with it on.

"The top is quite nice, I don't know what you could match it with to make it work but it seems cool." Lewis said, staring at the same top, unaware that their heads were tilted the same way. "You think so?" Nadia pondered. "Well you can't not be stylish around me so." He shrugged jokingly, earning another laugh from her. "Okay whatever you say, pookie bear." She patted his knee, watching a completely different sales associate head their way with a tray of champagne.

"Hi, I'm Tracey, my colleague Roni just decided to not help a couple because she didn't like the wife. Crazy I think she's talking about the Hamiltons because they came in here the same time." The new associate rambled off, placing the tray onto the small table next to them.

Finally looking up, Tracey's breath hitched. "Oh shit, that's you guys. Oh god, I'm sorry for my words." The younger girl apologised, eyes widened at the couple who just smiled at her.

"It's okay, lovely to meet you Tracey." Nadia smiled, amused at her actions. "What can I do for you today?" Tracey asked.

After a rather pleasant sales interaction with Tracey voicing how much she loved the both of them as a couple and as individuals, there they stood at the counter waiting for their items to be fully scanned. Lewis was very content with the pieces that Nadia had picked out for him, confident that every single one was going to look tailor made. When it came down to payment, Lewis had no problem in swiping his card as Nadia dug through her purse to find hers.

"Thank you for spending your time with us here at Gucci, Mr and Mrs Hamilton." The lady at the till said, handing the the large green bags that felt so good in Nadia's hands.

"It was really fun and tell Roni we said goodbye." Nadia smiled wickedly as she waved and walked out of the store with Lewis laughing at her words right behind her. "Damn that felt good. Gotta keep it cute and classy until it's not." She smiles as they walk to a different shop.

LOS ANGELES

"I swear, the powder I used for my under eyes is just super cakey." Natalia complained as she walked down the plane stairs onto the asphalt, Nadia following close behind with her carry on bag on her shoulder.

The Californianian air was different from that of Miami, less humid but a little hotter. It was late in the afternoon when the group landed, greeted by a beautiful sunset behind the Los Angeles skyline. After the impromptu shopping session, the plane was already for takeoff so everyone had hurried to be in the air by lunchtime.

Taking the time to catch up with everyone, the group shared laughs and their stories from Miami although it was less than a week that they had spent in the eccentric city. There was a gnawing feeling in the pit of Nadia's stomach, unable to get the guilt of spending Lewis' money as if it was hers. Although he reassured her multiple times that he was more than okay getting her whatever she wanted, she still felt uneasy about it all.

The all too familiar Escalades were parked on the ground, Lewis waiting patiently for Nadia to get down so that they could go to their destination. Seeing her confused face as Natalia, Miles and Daniel waved goodbye to them as everyone went to their respective cars, Lewis then spoke up. "Everyone's going their places, we're going to our house."

Snapping her head to look at him in bewilderment, she almost stopped in her tracks just to recall what he had said. "Another one?!" She whisper yelled, not wanting anyone near them to hear. He nodded with a closed smile as they reached their car with all their luggage inside, all similar to when they landed in Miami.

The morning came quite quick as the rest of the day ended with Nadia yet again exploring a new home, almost screaming when she saw the garage full of cars she only wished she could drive and you can imagine the shock when Lewis told her that in hindsight, they're her cars. In his words, "I don't really like to drive as much so you can use them as freely as you want."

Climbing out of the huge bed of the even larger guest bedroom, Nadia was careful to not wipe her eyes too much because of her extensions. Stretching every limb on her body, she walked towards the bathroom to splash water on her face to fully wake her up. The birds were still chirping from beyond the closed curtains and the sun was shining through the slivers of the curtain, creating a peaceful aura throughout the room.

Her bonnet luckily stayed on through the night, grabbing her glasses from the night stand along with her phone, she walked out of the room with her fluffy slippers on her feet. The trip downstairs was quiet and the aroma of something sweet wafted through the air, making her wonder where Lewis was.

Reaching the last step, she saw something move in the corner of her eye. Rather small, the thing moved towards her with its feet patting against the floor. Looking in its direction, the first thing she saw was the droopy mouth belonging to the short dog and her heart almost stopped, the fear running through her body as she continued to stare at the dog.

"Oh my god, please don't come close." She whispered out loud, hoping the dog would listen. Nadia was frozen in her place and she was too afraid to look anywhere else in case the dog moved towards her. "I see you've met Roscoe. Hope he's been kind." Lewis' voice spoke from behind her, crouching down to pet the dog lovingly. The silence from Nadia was odd, he turned his head to see her frightened state as she didn't move her gaze from Roscoe.

"Nads? Nads? Okay, let's get Roscoe out of here." He called out then whispered to himself, carrying the dog out of the living room then hurrying back to Nadia.

"Well that was my dog, Roscoe. I'm sorry he scared you." With a worried expression on his face, Lewis placed his hands on her arms to snap her out of her frozen state. Finally making eye contact with him through her glass lenses, she spoke up. "I-it's okay. Just have to get used to seeing him." She nodded, wanting to end the awkwardness right there.

"Anyway, good morning. Did you eat yet?" She said, slightly smiling and making her way towards the marble kitchen island, the two plates on top of it were filled with stacks of waffles with a side of fruit next to it. "Uh no, waited for you to wake up so I just took a run in the meantime." He mentioned, following behind her and took his seat across from her.

In that very moment, her heart fluttered at his words. It was so simple yet so sweet of a gesture to do for her. "Thank you for that, Lew. Let's eat up then." She replied, a shy smile on her face as she felt his eyes on her. The two dug in to their breakfast that Lewis had made for them earlier in the morning, wanting the logistics of their relationship.

"So, I need to know how you feel about pda and how much you're willing to show to the public. We have to make this look real." Nadia said, biting down on a slice of apple. "I don't have an issue with it, just as you're comfortable with it." He responded. Just nodding along, she continued to eat the fruit.

"This is just so weird to me. Three weeks ago I would've been in my apartment trying to think how i'm gonna get groceries for the month and now i'm in Los fucking Angeles eating fruit with 5 cars sitting in the garage. It's crazy." She blurted out, everything now properly dawning on her as they sat down in peace.

"Life works in mysterious ways for sure, never thought I would be sitting in my kitchen with my wife on a Wednesday morning." He said, the smallest of chuckles escaping him. "You are very good with your words, sir. A lil too good." She joked, pointing the fork at him.

"What's the plan today? I don't think I can handle anything hectic." She asked, her accent changing when she said 'hectic' . Giving her a cocked eyebrow at the sudden change of accent, Nadia looked smug.

"A little history on me. I moved to the uk at 8 years old and this south african accent stuck with me for a while until I reached high school. By then my mother decided to send me back home with my aunt and cousin to complete high school that side then year 12, I went back for university. The slang and accent never left me along with the 6 languages I know." She explained, almost bursting into laughter after seeing his face morph from curiosity to shock.

"Six?!" He vocalised. "And counting, my kids don't call me Superwoman for nothing." Biting into another piece, she smiled as her phone vibrated multiple times. Looking at the name across the screen, she immediately sighed and got up off her seat and signalled that she would be back.

The school's name flashed across her screen as she walked into the familiar hallway towards the guest bedroom.

"Hello Ms Brown! I hope this doesn't disturb your holiday." Lisa, the headmaster of the school, greeted with such enthusiasm.

"Well, it slightly is but what does that matter. Anything you need? Has the parents evening been postponed?" She scratched her head as she held the phone up to her ear.

"Uh, no. There's something I wanted to discuss with you and I thought it would be great for a one on one. We as the school has noticed you are quite the star these days, bringing much more traction than what you get from school already." Lisa chuckled at the last sentence, seeming to quiet down when she realised Nadia wasn't laughing.

"Oh, yes Ms Crawford. This was a subject I had wanted to discuss with the rest of the staff when we get back from the holidays. Of course this isn't something minuscule, all the media attention has been quite intense." Nadia responded, watching as Roscoe walked closer to her and sat by her feet.

There was a beat of silence from the other end of the phone call. "That was what I wanted to actually talk to you about, Ms Brown-"

"Its Mrs Hamilton." Nadia corrected.

"Ah yes, my apologies Mrs Hamilton. As much as we do appreciate your ways of teaching here at our school, we as the board have been thinking of releasing you from your position as the history teacher. Now I know it's all sudden but we feel it's good for our school." Lisa announced, voice filled with pity.

"Now excuse my manners, Ms Crawford, but I would like to know who all decided to quote on quote, fire me. Furthermore, when signing the work contract, you personally had assured me that you would stand behind your teachers through it all. Am I correct?" She started, standing up straight with Roscoe following suit.

"You are correct however this would ruin the reputation of the school and our relationships with other schools in the district. It truly pains us to do so." With the same false pity tone, Lisa spoke.

"I hope you do realise that we are about to start the second term of the school year after these two weeks and I do not appreciate the current dismissal you are going through with just solely because I married a prominent figure. Neither do I wish to leave my flourishing students because the board does not agree with my marriage." Nadia indicated.

"Not to mention prior to this conversation, no one had contacted me in regards to a possible sacking. So I would like for you and the rest of the board to rethink your approach on this matter. I do not accept this and this issue can be taken to court if you prefer to continue with this. And through a phone call? Really?" With that, Nadia knew she had won upon hearing the sigh on the other side of the phone.

With a few moments passing by, Lisa sighed out. "You are correct about this, I do apologise. See you after the holidays then, Mrs Hamilton." And with that, the headmaster said her goodbyes in defeat.

Crouching down to pet Roscoe, she held his face in her hands. "We fucking did that, boy. Thanks for being there, you not so bad after all." She smiled at the happy dog, standing up straight to back downstairs to finish her breakfast.

"And? What was that?" Lewis spoke up, putting his phone down next to his fruit bowl.

"These bitches tried to fire me so I said no. Can't get rid of their only history teacher." She wiggled her shoulders with the biggest smile on her face, biting down on the remaining fruits.

"And your dog's cool. Sat with me the whole time."

"Damn. Remind me to never get on your bad side. Let's get celebratory croissants?" Lewis giggled, taking both of their plates to wash them off.

"You read my mind, Sir!"

Standing in front of the open garage door, Nadia stared at the two cars in front of her. The sun in the courtyard was hitting her back but she didn't mind, as long as she continued to look at the cars.

Lewis' words rang in her head, unable to shake off the fact that technically, these were her cars as well. The Urus was very tempting to drive but she knew she didn't trust herself with that type of speed yet. The Mercedes GLE however, looked so classy and seemed like a joy to drive.

The decision took so long that she didn't notice that Lewis was taking pictures of the scene in front of him, his wife stuck between choosing cars to drive on the sunny streets of LA. "Can I drive today?" She asked once realising that he was next to her, wearing a comfortable outfit.

"You can drive whenever you want." He smiled, handing her the keys of the suv he knew she was going to pick. "Okay, cute. You'll be my passenger prince." She smiled, pinching his cheek then happily walked towards the driver's side.

Just sighing in content, he walked to the passenger's side, hopping in to see Nadia exploring the interior of the car, matching that of the black exterior. "This shit is huge." She muttered to herself as she leaned over to look at the backseats and all its intricate details.

"And before you say anything pookie bear, Tia made me do an international license when we didn't see each other. So you're safe driving with me." She reassured, putting her now blonde hair behind her ears.

"I think i like this passenger prince business." He expressed, already making himself in the seat, pushing it back and relaxing.

"Let me search up a bakery and we'll be on our way." Nadia started the car up and was geeked by the roar of the car.

And on their way they were. Blasting Beyoncé as Lewis suggested they go to a vegan bakery in Malibu, the two sang both old and new songs during the drive. Barely through her hip hop playlist, she found parking in front of the surprisingly popular bakery.

"Now you know I don't play about Beyoncé. I did not expect this place to be busy right now." Nadia pointed out, fixing the sunglasses on her head. "You'd be shocked at the amount of vegan people in Malibu alone. If you want, I can go in by myself and get the treats." He offered, unbuckling his seatbelt and holding his phone in his hand.

"We're going in together, I do not look this cute to sit in the car." She flipped her hair, dramatically exiting the car, making him laugh quite loud at her antics. Holding his hand out, Lewis connected his with Nadia's, feeling a chill when he felt her ring touch his skin. He led the way into the bakery, the sweet smell of the treats was a bit of a treat in itself.

Gasping at the baked goods on display, she didn't hesitate to greet and place an order, mouth salivating at the sight of the treats. Once Lewis also made his order, Nadia brought out her card to pay, wanting to test that it actually worked and it definitely did.

Enjoying the chocolate doughnuts in the bakery, the two laughed at the whole ordeal of the phone call this morning. "I've never had a good relationship with this new headmaster at all. She has been on my case since she joined two years ago." Nadia informed, drinking a bit of her pink lemonade.

"The courage of just saying no is so endearing to hear. Can't believe she wanted to sack you in the middle of a term. Again, the courage is so cool, Nads." He complimented her and he watched as her shoulders started to rise as a way of blushing.

"Thanks, pookie bear. Means a lot. So where to from here?" She asked, ignoring his gaze on her the whole time.

"We've got lunch with friends of mine, then home time." He said so calmly, not noticing Nadia's eyes widening at the information.

"I'm not dressed for lunch with your friends, Lew! Could've warned a girl first." She stressed, looking down at her outfit. "Wanted you to be comfortable the whole day hence I didn't tell you our plans today." He showed his full smile, wanting so badly to laugh at her facial expression.

"You are so lucky you're sitting across me right now or else I would've bitten you." She rolled her eyes at his giggles.

Within a matter of time, the Mercedes suv entered through the high black gates of their destination with a press of a button on the intercom outside. Nadia drove in the driveway quite slowly, unfamiliar with her surroundings as she saw a cars parked in the courtyard. The sound of the waves crashing could be heard when stepping out of the car.

"Damn your friend's got bank." She commented, opening the backseat door to get her purse. "And by the sea too? I just know it's a different world here." She added, closing her door and locked the car when she saw Lewis walk closer to her with a smirk on his face.

"Yeah, Bey and Jay wanted serenity next to the sea." He said, looking back at Nadia who was frozen in her tracks.

"Did you just fucking say Bey and Jay?!" She whisper yelled as she pulled Lewis closer to her. He nodded with the same expression he had from before. "Are you fucking crazy? I can't meet Beyoncé, Lewis! I'm not ready!" Nadia's stress levels were sky high as she held onto his arm tighter, standing by the car.

"Wanted to tell you earlier but when you started playing her music in the car, just knew I had to surprise you." He smiled. "Look, if it makes it any better, she's excited to meet you as well." Lewis told her and if her eyes couldn't get any wider, she looked behind her husband's broad arm to see the woman of the hour walk towards them.

"There you two are! We were scared y'all weren't coming no more!" The happy southern voice rang through the courtyard and Nadia was scared shitless. "My goodness, Lewis! She's a beauty. Hi, I'm Beyoncé." The woman introduced herself to Nadia and she quickly snapped out of it once she realised her favourite artist was speaking directly to her.

"Hello, I'm Nadia." She managed to speak up as Beyoncé extended her hand out to shake hers. Surprisingly enough, Nadia's hands weren't sweaty neither did she stutter over her words like she thought she would. The woman went on to greet Lewis with a side hug then invited them inside.

"It was so lovely meeting you guys, a full circle moment on my end." Nadia smiled, holding onto her purse and onto Rumi's hand, the little girl so interested in everything that has to do with Nadia. "No, it was our pleasure to host you guys. My God, a couple I never saw coming. Y'all welcome back here anytime." Beyoncé said, the group of 4 walking towards the front door and into the courtyard once again.

"We'll definitely take you up on that offer, thank you for inviting us into your lovely home. Better get home before it gets too dark." Nadia replied, leaning into the hug between her and Bey whilst looking at the sunset over the horizon.

"We'll catch y'all in Paris." Jay Z smiled with a toothpick in his mouth. He dapped Lewis up as everyone said their goodbyes after a successful lunch. Now sitting in the passenger seat, Nadia held her head in her hands as he swiftly drove out the long driveway.

"I just met Beyoncé, I don't think you understand the damage you just did." She turned to Lewis, who kept the same smile as before. "And that is?" "I'm never going to stop talking about it."

"I'm glad you're happy. Saw an opportunity and I ran for it." He voiced, patting her thigh before putting his hand back on the steering wheel. "Remind me to give you the biggest hug when we get home." She smiled, becoming comfortable in the seat, not knowing how much Lewis' heart raced after hearing her refer to the house as home.

FRIDAY

"Stay still! I need my vision to come to life." Nadia ordered, holding his face in her hands. There were two different earrings on his ears and she was trying to decide which better suited the outfit. "Okay, wear the first pair then go to the mirror and tell me what you think." She requested, standing back to let him look at his outfit.

"Oh this is really good. Ooh, this outfit is good." He admired his outfit in the mirror, impressed by her styling and how she kept it simple yet so him.

"Glad you love it. Let me go get changed so that we won't be late." She rushed, almost running out of his room to hers, luckily her hair and makeup was done. Nadia quickly put on her outfit and made sure to take pictures in the big mirror in the closet.

Soothing over her top, she then places her sunglasses on her head and spritz her perfume for the last time before stepping out the room. At the same time, Lewis stepped out of his room and glanced at her outfit before doing a double take.

Everything sat so perfectly, the outfit had really simple colours that weren’t too loud but her silhouette accentuated it all. Both outfits complimented each other greatly whilst showing their own style individually. “Wow.” He blurted out, hoping that she didn’t hear that.

“Damn I did good.” She muttered to herself as she looked at him as well, very proud of her styling.

“You ready to go?” Lewis asked, finally focusing on her face and fidgeting with his rings. “Yeah, yeah.” She said in a light voice, carefully walking towards the stairs then feeling his hand slip into hers to help her downstairs.

“Remember, this isn’t real,Nadia.”

“Remember, this isn’t real, Lewis.”

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jeardesus7 · 24 days

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could you please bless us fellow dabi degenerates with your illigal dabi thoughts 🙏 🙏🙏🙏

I’m gonna have to water this one down because the entire scenario might actually get me in legal trouble 😭 This one involves Shigaraki, so I hope y’all are fine with that. I have other i l l e g a l thoughts, this isn’t the only one. But this is the one I thought of first.

But yes, I will. I’m going to make this a series - meaning I’m just going to do this in parts.

Training Part 1

CW: Innocent reader, female reader, dub-con, threesome, stepcest (kind of?) fingering, goading, sweet-talking

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Summary: Dabi found you when he recently ran away from home and faked his death, you both were young. You had no idea where your parents were or how you ended up where you were, and Dabi sympathized with you. You were younger than him, and reminded him of his own sister, so he took you in as one. Fast forward to now, you both live together, you weren’t taught about sex because Dabi thought you would just figure it out yourself. You didn’t.

I’ll stop yapping. Enjoy.

We all know that Dabi is most likely a drug dealer. You didn't. There was a pound on the door, and you were the one closest to the door. The pounding startled you, making you rise to your feet.

You looked through the peephole before standing back. It was that crusty white haired man, Shigaraki? You wondered. You knew his face because Dabi brought him around often, but you and him never directly spoke.

You opened the door, a welcoming smile on your face as you greeted him. “Hello! Why are you here today?” Shigaraki looked down at you, a grin forming on his face as his eyes didn’t even meet yours, just traveling down your body. You noticed his eyes wandering up and down your body, but you didn’t think much about it.

“I’m uh.. Here for Dabi. Say, you got a nice pair of-” Shigaraki was cut off when you shouted down the hall for dabi, Shigaraki leaned against the door frame as Dabi strolled down the hall, his unreadable expression giving you chills.

Shigaraki smirked at Dabi, then at you, then back at Dabi. Dabi glared at both of you, but walked forward. He let Tomura inside, putting him in the lounge room before turning to you, his voice rough and quiet like usual.

“I told you not to answer the door when I’m not near you.” He stared down at you, his stare piercing, almost making your lip quiver with regret. He’s always had that thing about him, that he could just give you a stare and you would crumble.

“I know, I’m sor-”

“Don’t open that goddamn door again, especially not to him. Do you want your ass beat?” His words were harsh and bitter, turning away before you could answer with your shaky voice. You returned to your room, eyes tear-filled as you slumped onto your bed.

In the lounge room, Dabi and Shigaraki talked, drank, shared nasty stories about how many girls Dabi has *wink wink* working for him. While drunk, Shigaraki brings up his desires for you, even daring to palm himself right in front of Dabi. Dabi was intoxicated as well, a lustful smirk on his face as he listened and watched shigaraki touch himself.

Meanwhile, you were getting ready for bed, brushing your teeth, putting your pajamas on, maybe doing some light reading. You got cozy in bed, closing your eyes until you heard Dabi and Shigaraki laugh loudly, the smell of weed and other substances stinking up the whole house.

You sighed, getting out of bed. You shuffled down the stairs, speed-walking into the lounge where the both of them are. You pouted, putting your hands on your hips as you glared at Dabi. “Can you be quiet? I am trying to sleep!”

Dabi just rolled his eyes and Shigaraki chuckled under his breath. Dabi and Shigaraki looked at each other, both grinning as they stood up. Dabi picked you up, wrapping your legs around him and maneuvering you to his room. He got onto the bed. Holding you from behind, his back against the headboard as you sat comfortably between his legs.

He sucked in through his teeth as his hands wandered all over your body, groping your chest as Shigaraki creeped onto the bed after you. You looked up at Dabi, fear in your eyes. This was all happening so fast. Why was it happening? Dabi never acted this way, why is he acting this way now?

He smirks down at you, his breath reeking of alcohol. “Just relax, we're not gonna hurt ya.”

You took a deep breath, deciding to put your trust into him and his friend. He slowly pried your legs open, Shigaraki working quickly to pull down your shorts.

Shigaraki tossed your shorts and panties to the side, his sinful gaze falling onto your innocent little passage. He curiously extends a finger, poking at your folds. Dabi reaches down, spreading them as Shigaraki gently strokes your clit before abruptly pushing a finger inside, grinning as he watches you squirm and hear you whimper.

What is this? What is this feeling? It feels good, but it feels too good. Dabi watches as Tomura fingers you, his eyes lighting up as he whispers into your ear, his hot breath against the lobe. “Oh, are you a virgin? How cute.”

Shigaraki pushed a second finger inside of you, pumping them in and out of you quicker. He laughed at your pathetic little moans and mewls, his free hand lifting your chest. He cupped the curve of it, his thumb flicking against the nipple before leaning down, capturing it between his teeth. You writhed against him, almost like you're trying to squirm out, but Dabi held you tightly against him.

Dabi growled and grinded against your plump ass, his teeth finding your neck and playfully biting. He grunts as he grabs your hips, rolling your behind against his desperate bulge, groaning lowly in his throat.

You squirmed and wiggled against both of them, crying out when the pleasure became too intense. One of Dabi’s hands moves from your hip to your clit, stroking it vigorously. He growled as he felt himself getting closer to release, Shigaraki’s fingers curling and plunging against your cervix.

While Shigaraki held you down by your chest and Dabi by your hips, you were trapped underneath them, their breath reeking of alcohol and weed, making you feel so good, so much so it feels horrid. Your entrance clenches around Tomura’s fingers, indicating you were reaching orgasm.

Shigaraki grinned as well as Dabi. Your ass cheeks clenched against his clothed bulge, his eyes rolling back as he cums in his pants, grunting quietly. When you were reaching orgasm, they both reacted quickly, spreading your legs wider, Dabi heating up his hand on your clit.

Tomura’s eyes lit up like he was a kid in a candy store when you gushed all over his fingers, your eyes rolled back as you experienced your first orgasm. You breathed heavily, whimpering loudly as Shigaraki pulled his fingers out of you, licking his fingers before leaning forward, kissing your neck.

Dabi chuckled softly, nibbling on your ear softly as he put his fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself. He licked your ear before whispering into it, Shigaraki swapping spots with him.

“Suppose a nice licking wouldn’t hurt, would it? Part those pretty pussy lips for me, baby.”

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chavahlahdraws · 9 months

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okay i see you’re obviously a fan of hmc, as you should, but i have a question cause i read the book but people on tiktok pissed me off (as booktok usually does i’m about ready to get rid of it) and a lot of people were saying it’s weird that people love the relationship even though sophie “didn’t really love him” because she was charmed. but i was like no y’all i thought she really loved him?? like she stays with him to have a kid right so???

ok. here is a real way to comment on this yippee! this is actually aweslome because i get to do my little sophie rant.

first of all and most importantly - sophie was never charmed by howl. quite the opposite, really, which i would argue is how she fell for him in the first place.

“Oh, confound that gray-and-scarlet suit!” Sophie said. “I refuse to believe that I was the one that got caught with it!” The trouble was the blue-and-silver suit seemed to have worked just the same. She stumped a few steps further. “Anyway,’ she said with great relief, “Howl doesn’t like me!”

this is by far one of my favorite sophie moments in the whole book: and i understand the confusion here for more than one reason (will explain more later!) but clearly she’s using the gray and scarlet suit as a euphemism because she’s in denial. after everything she’s seen of him, sophie refuses to believe that she could fall in love with someone who is so intrinsically flawed—however, as we find at the end of the book—they’re the same in that respect.

howl is by no means a bad person or an evil person in the slightest, and despite herself sophie falls in love with him because of his kindness (like most people do, anyway) here’s some times that they bond …

More about Howl? Sophie thought desperately. I have to blacken his name! Her mind was such a blank that for a second it actually seemed to her that Howl had no faults at all. How stupid! “Well, he’s fickle, careless, selfish, and hysterical,” she said. “Half the time I think he doesn’t care what happens to anyone as long as he’s all right-but then I find out how awfully kind he’s been to someone. Then I think he’s kind just when it suits him-only then I find out he undercharges poor people. I don’t know, Your Majesty. He’s a mess.”

“Behold the new Royal Wizard,” he said. “My name is very black.” Then he began to laugh, much to the surprise of Sophie and Michael. “And what did she do to the Count of Catterack?” he laughed. “I should never have let her near the King!” “I did blacken your name!” Sophie protested. “I know. It was my miscalculation,” Howl said.

Howl pointed a shaky hand up toward the canopy of his bed. “That’s why I love spiders. ‘If at first you don’t succeed, try, try, try, again.’ I keep trying,” he said with great sadness. “But I brought it on myself by making a bargain some years ago, and I know I shall never be able to love anyone properly now.” The water running out of Howl’s eyes was definitely tears now. Sophie was concerned. “Now, you mustn’t cry-”

“If you come out here alone, bring your stick to test the ground with,” Howl said. “It’s full of springs and bog. And don’t go any further that way.”

As she had feared, the hard black-and-white daylight coming through the broken wall showed her that Howl had not bothered to shave or tidy his hair. His eyes were still red-rimmed and his black sleeves were torn in several places. There was not much to choose between Howl and the scarecrow. Oh, dear! Sophie thought. He must love Miss Angorian very much. “I came for Miss Angorian,” she explained. “And I thought if I arranged for your family to visit you, it would keep you quiet for once!” Howl said disgustedly. “But no-”

Howl rose up on his hands and knees with a scramble. “I can’t stay,” he said. “I’ve got to rescue that fool Sophie.” “I’m here!” Sophie said, shaking his shoulder. “But so is Miss Angorian! Get up and do something about her! Quickly!”

Howl looked a little sad, but he said, “We were both hoping you would. Neither of us wanted to end up like the Witch and Miss Angorian. Would you call your hair ginger?” “Red gold,” Sophie said. Not much had changed about Howl that she could see, now he had his heart back, except maybe that his eyes seemed a deeper color-more like eyes and less like glass marbles. “Unlike some people’s,” she said, “it’s natural.” “I’ve never seen why people put such a value on things being natural,” Howl said, and Sophie knew then that he was scarcely changed at all.

and finally…

“Sophie,” said Martha, “the spell’s off you! Did you hear?” But Sophie and Howl were holding one another’s hands and smiling and smiling, quite unable to stop. “Don’t bother me now,” said Howl. “I only did it for the money.” “Liar!” said Sophie.

howl and sophie are meant for each other! they compliment each other immensely, and it’s difficult to describe how well they do so concisely. what i can pin it down to is this: nothing is secret between them. they operate like best friends as well as they do as lovers; they never let anything slide between them! sophie refuses to take howl’s shit when he crosses a line, (and howl vice cersa, especially when sophie is putting herself down) but they also know each other well enough to truly know their intentions when they say anything. a great example of this in hmc is this whole conversation:

“Why did you pretend to run away? To deceive the Witch?” “Not likely!” Howl yelled. “I’m a coward. Only way I can do something this frightening is to tell my self I’m not doing it!” Oh, dear! Sophie thought, looking round at the swirling grit. He’s being honest! And this is a wind. The last bit of the curse has come true! The hot grit hit her thunderously and Howl’s grip hurt. “Keep running!” Howl bawled. “You’ll get hurt at this speed!” Sophie gasped and made her legs work again. She could see the mountains clearly now and a line of green below that was the flowering bushes. Even though yellow sand kept swirling in the way, the mountains seemed to grow and the green line rushed toward them until it was hedge high. “All my flanks were weak!” Howl shouted. “I was relying on Suliman being alive. Then when all that seemed to be left of him was Percival, I was so scared I had to go out and get drunk. And then you go and play into the Witch’s hands!” “I’m the eldest!” Sophie shrieked. “I’m a failure!” “Garbage!” Howl shouted. “You just never stop to think!” Howl was slowing down. Dust kicked up round them in dense clouds. Sophie only knew the bushes were quite near because she could hear the rush and rattle of the gritty wind in the leaves. They plunged in among them with a crash, still going so fast that Howl had to swerve and drag Sophie in along, skimming run across a lake. “And you’re too nice,” he added, above the lap-lap of the water and the patter of sand on the water-lily leaves. “I was relying on you being too jealous to let that demon near the place.”

sorry for the chunky quote, but this is super super important for our two silly little characters and their dynamic!!

and as for the misconception that sophie was charmed by howl:

mrs. pentsemmon actually hints when she meets sophie that she cursed the grey and scarlet suit herself (out of jealousy, though she’d never say it) and the original passage says that;

The trouble was the blue-and-silver suit seemed to have worked just the same.

Sophie knows for a fact that she felt the same about Howl when he was wearing the blue and silver suit that she did when he wore the enchanted one, and she knew from that that she most definitely wasn’t affected by the charm.

also! a little note about misconceptions in general: the first time i read hmc, the ending scene felt out of nowhere. but that’s how subtly dwj worked in the character development throughout this story! at it’s core hmc is a character based story, and howl and sophie are the most important characters (sophie especially!) but in the first read through i think we all focused on the plot a little more since we didn’t know that was what it was. every read through since, i’ve seen how howl and sophie fall in love in real time! and it’s undeniable then. :3

anyways! relationships written by a woman always win fr. thanks for listening to my rant if you made it this far. and my good friend @thatfoolsophie if you have anything to add, please do to this already crazy long post lmao :3

#hmc book #howl’s moving castle #hmc #dwj #sophie hatter #howell jenkins #howl pendragon #howls moving castle #sophie x howl #howl and sophie #long post #book analysis

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no-see-um-incorrect · 9 months

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Ok soooo im having a really fucked day mentally…….. so here’s how my favorite ASMR boys would help you during your mentally fucked days

Seth🏕️

He’s been there. He knows how it is.

He’ll pick you up throw you over his shoulder, grab the softest blanket in the house and a whole box of your favorite cookies/comfort snack. He puts on your favorite playlist/movie/TV show

Put you on his lap with the blanket over you and hold you close. gently kissing your neck and shoulders. He doesn’t say much. he doesn’t have to say much. he’ll listen, he’ll nod. But rarely will any words be spoken unless prompted

Charlie🍕🐭

He knows you. You guys literally grew up together, trying to hide it from him is pointless.

He’ll walk up to you and give you a big hug. (as big as the skinny bitch can muster) and he won’t let you go until you are willing to sit down and talk about it.

“it’s OK Casper”

“let it out……I’ll be here when you’re ready”

“Your not a burden babe… you’re never a burden”

After you’re done talking, you lay in bed together and cuddle until you both asleep

Milo🐾

We already know how good Milo is at this kind of thing.

Provided that you’re not already in panic zone. Milo can always tell when his sweetheart is not doing well. he goes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

(provided that you have the same reaction as me that would make you cry right then and there.)

He listens, he holds you close, he makes it better.

You’d think he was taking lessons From caelum for how quickly he makes “the knots” go away. Sure some knots will always be there and he knows that. But he will try his hardest to make you feel safe and loved.

If I do caelum I just might cry While typing this

Sam❤️

(What is it with broken southern men) Sam. much like Seth also knows what it’s like.

“I got ya darlin’….you’re safe here”

Sam holds you close to his chest. And just lets you vent while he softly rubs your back. He’ll use his flannel sleeve to wipe off any stray tears.

You can ask if you’re being too much. You can tell him you didn’t want to be a burden.

But he won’t have any of it.

“darlin do you think it’s a burden when I share my sorrows with you?”

“No.” (If you say yes. f@ck you)

“then why do you think I’d be burdened with hearing yours?”

Once the vent session is done, and your tears are dried. He’ll give you all the kisses, and whisper all the sweet nothings. And get you back to feeling like you’re on top of the world.

Auron📚

(Didn’t think I was gonna bring him out did ya)

We know that he’s not the softest guy in the world, but when he is it’s good.

He realizes that you’re not acting your normal self and will request a meeting with you (whilst also clearing the next two hours of his schedule)

He sits on the couch in his office (he’s loaded He has one) you sit down next to him, and he pats his lap.

“come here. rest your eyes rook” you lay your head in his lap, and he runs his fingers through your hair. He won’t push you to talk. He’ll just wait until you’re ready. but if he feels that you’re not telling him because you don’t want to bother him. He’ll reassure you.

“we may be on work hours, but I want you to know i’m still here….. you can interrupt me at any time of the day or night if you need anything”

The rest is up to you.

Guy🍕

It doesn’t matter if you are the best at hiding it. if literally nothing in your demeanor changes, if you’re just the same as you always are,

he knows

“Honeyyyyy~ what’s wrong”

Hide your emotions all you want you’re gonna end up talking about it. he’ll kiss all over you, Whispering little praises, make extremely lewd comments. you know guy being guy just a lotmore than usual. and somehow even he’s confused about this. It makes you feel better.

Sorry if this sucks, my hands were shaking the entire time and I still don’t have my glasses fixed. Love y’all, and I wish you well

#redacted asmr #writing #incorrect quotes #redacted audio #redacted headcanons #redacted incorrect quotes #redacted milo #redacted sam #redacted guy #redacted pizza guy #redacted milo greer #redacted sam collins #for the dark days #yuurivoice charlie #yuurivoice auron #yuurivoice seth

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nerdysleepybunny · 1 year

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Hiii!!! This is my first time making a request on tumblr so I hope this is okay 😓 anyway, alot of my friends have said that I seem so quiet and timid. My parents have also called me out on this so can I have the full score trio with a quiet and timid s/o? Maybe base her off Yuri from ddlc because she's my top kinnie 😅 gender neutral please <333

P.S.

Your tpn posts are so good, I need more 😭😭😭 btw I hope I didn't make any grammar mistakes, English isnt my first language.

Helloooo, apologies this took so long to get to! And don’t worry, your English was great! I sadly haven’t played ddlc but I’ll try my best to do this. And I appreciate the kind words! Thank you so much for the request, hope you enjoy! <33

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): The Promised Neverland

Character(s): Norman, Ray, Emma

Reader: Gender neutral

TW: None, just fluff!

Style: Short hcs

Summary: TPN trio (separate) with a shy s/o!

Norman:

He enjoys how quiet you are! It’s a nice refresher from how the other children can be.

He knows how easily scared you can be, and has willingly turned himself into a comfort plushie for you! He’ll let you hug him, lay on him, play with his hair, cry on his chest/shoulder, whatever you need, he’ll be there for you!

If you get scared/overwhelmed by other people, he’ll keep you distanced from them (if that’s what you want)! If he notices you beginning to panic he’ll drag you away from the situation and do whatever activity you have in mind to help you relax.

If you get scared from things like loud noises, he’ll allow you to hide away in his chest, and if he knows a loud sound is about to be made, he’ll cover your ears and bring you away from it.

He’ll also sing, hum, or just ramble if his voice helps you calm down. <33

Literally just a teddy bear for you to hold onto tightly when you need it. 🥹🫶🏻

Ray:

You’re shy? Great, so is he! He prefers smaller gatherings anyway, so the two of you will often just hang out one on one. No need to get overwhelmed by others if you’re with him and only him 24/7. :D (this lowkey sounds yandere, mb y’all 💀)

Sometimes you’ll be mid-conversation with someone then your social battery just goes to 0. He’ll immediately notice the change and will instead answer things for you, since at this point he can read you super easily. Just one look and he immediately knows what you’re thinking. He’ll talk for you for as long as you need until you’re recharged enough to take over again.

He isn’t into physical affection very much, especially in front of others, but if you need it he’ll hold your hand or let you play with his hair.

Will also slap anyone that purposefully overwhelms you or tries to push you out your comfort zone. Whoops.

Emma:

Complete opposites relationship pog? Complete opposites relationship pog.

Y’all have such a cute dynamic istg. 😭

Emma is just a complete ball of sunshine, always speaking loud and proud, then you’re just there quietly simping over your brave girlfriend. 🥺💕

You’re just like “Omg she’s so confident I love her sm” and if she notices you watching her with heart eyes? OMFG she’ll point you out and just start bragging about you, talking about how perfect and amazing you are and how you’re the best s/o. And you’re just awkwardly sitting with a hot red face not knowing what to do with all the attention. 😭

She’s good at distracting you from your worries by simply talking away and being herself! You could be rocking back and forth in a corner with your knees to your chest having a breakdown from being so overwhelmed then this mf just walks in and you’re just in awe. 😭

Literally the definition of going from 😭 to 😳

Them tears be stopping so fast when she’s around istg.

She’ll absolutely smother you in nothing but affection. 🫶🏻

#bun writes #the promised neverland #tpn x reader #tpn ray #tpn norman #tpn isabella #tpn emma #tpn krone #bun asks

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multiplicity-positivity · 11 months

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hey, we're a newly discovered system ("newly" being kinda loose here. its been something ive (🐦) experienced for so long in my(?)* life that i thought it was normal and no one talked about it. and at least a year since properly established contact with another headmate)

we've all been participating in looking up resources and whatnot for this kind of thing bc there's words for this stuff??? and we just never knew???? but im incredibly scared by the sheer size of it all

just earlier today fell into the rabbit-hole of sys-course and it has me doubting everything. again. i frequently worry (and frequently another headmate speaks up and reminds me he can hear my worrying and its lowkey annoying to him LOL) but like. augh.. it tears me apart and makes some of the others nervous too because im so loud about it accidentally

i feel like im faking because i cant remember anything traumatizing (or anything before a specific age range really), we still function as a group fine enough, we're not particularly switchy + are often blurry, and we have really robust communication that almost sounds too good compared to the other experiences we've read.

but on the other hand... i (personally) know roughly when i formed, what of "my" actions were not actually performed by me, tug each other around over control and time management, do understand and feel the change from switching, and just. cant deny this experience. its confusing for me. but just me personally. there are other headmates who don't see any issues and are fully aware and accepting of our multiplicity.

i guess i'd just really like some positivity for alters who are confused and trying to figure things out, even if some of the others seem to have it all down

-🐦

Hi! We’re so sorry that y’all have been dealing with this!

Syscourse is honestly a nightmare. It causes so much stress and anxiety for systems and doesn’t actually help resolve differences or bring the community together. It’s mostly just the same handful of people shouting at each other endlessly, so we’d definitely recommend you and any system avoid it if they can! Involvement in syscourse can absolutely diminish healing and encourage self doubt, and it has the capacity to hurt systems in the long run!

Remember that, while trauma is a requirement for systems with DID and OSDD-1 to form, there’s way more types of plurality than just these! You don’t have to have been traumatized as a child to end up plural. It’s also worth pointing out that these dissociative disorders function by hiding, masking, or disguising trauma. Many people with complex dissociative disorders grow up entirely unaware of their trauma history. We ourselves did not think we were traumatized when we first discovered our system! Since then, however, we’ve learned that we do in fact have tons of trauma to process, along with a CPTSD diagnosis.

If you’d like to learn more about dissociative disorders or plurality in general with hopes of learning more about your system, we definitely recommend checking out our master post of resources! We’re trying to keep it up-to-date with any plural, dissociative disorder, or ptsd recovery content we can find - I’ll link it below!

Finally, we would be more than happy to write a positivity post for confused alters, headmates, and systems. We’ve queued this post for tonight at 8:00PM EST! Please keep your chin up 🐦, we sincerely hope things get better for you soon!

🌸 Margo and 💫 Parker

#long post #syscourse #syscourse tw

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corviids · 11 months

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hi birdie! just saw your post about impostor syndrome hitting you and i just wanted to remind you what an excellent artist and writer you are. i know it's difficult to think so when impostor syndrome is at its highest, but i do hope this brings some comfort anyways! <3

as a writer, i cannot being to explain why your writings are out of this world, insane, crazy, wonderful. whatever emotion you try to go for, you achieve it in a way that it just clings to the reader's mind and carves a place in our bones. your dialogues, your world-building, the details, the characterisation, the sadness, the joy, the despair, the love, the yearning, the rage, the passion…. i've cried reading your writings, because they hit so hard in my heart that i just cannot stay quiet about it. and i have devoured your smut, and i have laughed with the lucemond kids' shenanigans. you have a way with words, you are so unique. i consume every single piece you publish, and i would consume any book of your own if you published, too. you were one of the first writers i read and followed when i came to this fandom and i just hope i can keep supporting you in anything you do.

as an artist, your talent knows no limits. that magic you have putting emotions into words, well, you also have it when you draw the faces of your characters. it's like looking at them in the eye, their smiles and the twitches and tilts you capture so well, and it feels like i'm looking at a real person with real emotions. i'm in love with your style, from the sketch to the colouring to the way i can see any of your art out of context and know it's yours. you have magic in your fingers, and daily dust in your soul and in your mind, and that's why every single piece you draw and you write is a treasure to be kept and protected, love and cherished.

personally, i know we haven't talked much, but you have been so kind to me. and i just love your sense of humor, your commitment, the way you treat with such respect and love your readers. how you give your heart to answer to our asks and questions just as you give it to create content.

we're very lucky to have you in this fandom, a nd i will always be grateful for every single thing that you have given us that has made me fell even more in love with lucerys, with aemond, with lucemond. with this site and with the culture of fan creating and providing.

you're a star, and i just hope i can continue to see how much you achieve as time goes by! we have your back! you don't know how much your writings and your art mean to people, and i know because i'm one of those and i have friends with whom i talked about your creations! you made hundreds of people from different places in the world to fall in love with what you do! i would say that's such a pretty neat job! <3 <3 <3

hope you feel better soon! i'm here if you ever need to talk! sending you the biggest hug and the best of vibes!!!!!! <3 <3 <3

i’ve waited a couple days to answer this because i’m genuinely speechless. i don’t cry very easily for reasons but reading this, especially after such a hard day, made me tear up. there really aren’t words to convey how grateful i am for everyone here that has supported my works. lucemond and this little community we have built have really became a safe space for me to ramble and share my stuff without fear.

i’m eternally grateful for every single person that send me asks, comments, or just comes round to check my stuff out. this is one of, if not the kindest things i’ve ever received and i hope that i can continue to make y’all as happy as you all make me <333

#wanna give op a hug #asks

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Now or Never Part 1

Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader

Description: Reader admires Rooster from afar for weeks. Penny convinces her to do something about it.

Word Count: 727

AN: First one so wanted to post half and see if y’all like it. LMK!

She supposes she should be grateful. Grateful that he doesn’t notice her wistful stares across the bar every Saturday night. Grateful that he hadn't seemed to take notice of how hard it was for her to tear her eyes away from him when he was banging away at the piano keys with such confidence she couldn’t help but smile. She thinks it's better this way because it is too much to think about all the scenarios that would play out in her head if he dared acknowledge her.

She thought herself ridiculous at times, wondering why she even for a second believed that love would fall in her lap when she put absolutely no effort into it. She could never bring herself to act on any of her silly crushes, too fearful of embarrassment and rejection.

Thus, she watched the mustached man from afar. He’s leaning against the billiard table in a ridiculous Hawaiian print shirt, holding a cue stick upright and chatting animatedly with a brunette woman and a tall blonde who seemed to wear a permanent smirk.

She’s spent enough weekends here to consider herself a regular, and she’d built a fairly close bond with the friendly bar owner, though she was certain Penny must think her a sad fool. The woman leans over the bar now, a knowing look on her face. “You can talk to him, you know.” She feigns ignorance, but Penny isn’t having it. “Bradley is a sweet kid. Plus, I’ve got it on good authority that he’s single.”

She desperately tries to maintain a neutral expression but she knows Penny isn’t buying it. She wills herself to not sound so sad as she lets out an exasperated sigh and comes out with it. “Ok fine, you’re right.” Penny raises an eyebrow at that. “It’s just, what would I even say?! I’ve been staring at you like a creep every weekend, want to go out?”

Penny’s smile broadens at that. “Maybe you just need a little push.”

Y/N ascertains what she means almost immediately and feels her face flush as her heart drops through her stomach. “No, no, no you can’t be serious. Please don’t. Do not call him over here.”

Penny crosses her arms as if to say Are you serious right now? “I take care of my regulars and I happen to really like you. I can’t watch you silently pine any longer. It’s killing me.”

Y/N shakes her head. “How can you even be sure he’s interested? What’s a hotshot pilot going to see in me anyway? And I just, I wouldn’t know what to say. I’m terrified, Penny.”

Penny’s eyes soften at this admission, but when she speaks, it's resolute. “Y/N. Of course you’re terrified. Putting yourself out there is never comfortable and never easy. But you’ll never know if you don’t try. Do you really want to think about this down the line and wonder what if? Besides, you don’t give yourself nearly enough credit. Sure it takes you a minute to open up, but you’re funny and kind and a real smart ass when you want to be. And you’re hot!

Y/N smiles at that even as her brain is trying to convince her that none of it is true. “Thanks Penny.” Penny straightens up at that, placing both palms on the bar top, “And look at that, I don’t even have to summon him. She gives you a wink and mouths good luck before walking off to attend to a couple at the other end of the counter.

She senses him before she sees him; hears the drag of a stool as he takes a seat one down from her. She steals a glance as he raises his beer in gesture to Penny, offering her a winning smile. It’s not even directed at her and still she feels her heart stutter. Y/N thinks she might burst but she reminds herself, now or never. She downs the rest of her glass in one go, hoping she’ll magically become a smooth talker. She angles her body towards him, says a silent prayer, opens her mouth and…. Insults the guy. “Didn’t realize middle aged Dad at Disney was back in fashion.”

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dcrelated · 2 years

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Bad Night

18 + minors DNI

YJ Dick Grayson x fem reader

-summary-

You are basically oracle for the YJ team. You are kidnapped by some of Black Masks thugs in Gotham city. (I know that doesn’t follow the YJ story line but go with it please). Happy ending, don’t wanna spoil the whole story for y’all.

TW: forced drug use, over dose, language, mentions of s/a

Enjoy ♡

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It’s another regular night for you. The team just got back from their mission and rescued about fifty meta teens from a meta trafficking ring in Bialya.

“Good job tonight!” You say as everyone enters the penthouse. A chorus of thank you’s hits your ears. “We couldn’t of done it without you N/N.” Dick says, walking over to you and give you a quick side hug. You can’t hide the blush gracing your cheeks. You and Dick had been friends for a few years now. You met him in Gotham at a club on one of you girls night out. You two just hit it off and kept in touch. When he found out you had some killer hacking skills he asked you to join the team. You always had a small crush on him. I mean… how could you not? He’s kind, smart, funny and the cherry on top, ripped. He’s the whole package. You’d never tell him though, too scared of ruining your friendship.

“Thanks.” You tell him shyly. After a bit of catching up with everyone, it’s pretty late. “I’m gonna head home guys. See y’all later.” Everyone wishes you goodbyes. “Get home safe!” Artemis calls out to you. “I will!” You say back. “Make sure to text me when you’re home.” Dick tells you. You smile at him, “of course.” And with that you walk into the zeta tube and head back to Gotham city.

You arrive in your home city. It’s cold and raining, what a shock. But it’s just how you like it. You’ve always found yourself preferring the gloomy weather over bright sunny skies. It’s more comforting, gives you an excuse to be in your apartment wrapped in blankets. You hug your jacket closer to you, the crisp air biting at your now stinging cheeks.

You’re about a block away from your building when you get a sinking feeling in your gut. You pause, and take a look around. No one’s there, it’s just you. You take a deep breath and continue, carefully.

All of a sudden, someone grabs you from behind. Their hand is covering your mouth, preventing you from screaming. The team has taught you how to defend yourself, so you try to use what you know against this guy. But it’s no use, this guy is much bigger than you and seems to be unfazed by your attempts at escape. Your assailant begins to drag you away. You’re kicking and flailing, doing your best to get away.

He brings you to a car parked in a dark ally. He roughly shoves against the car. Two more men come out of the shadows. One helps your captor hold you down against the car, as the other man ties your hands behind your back. Your captor keeps his hand over your mouth. “It’d do you good to shut the fuck up, and come with us calmly.” The other guy holding you down seethes at you. You stop your movements, not wanting to know what would happen if you didn’t. The guy who tied your hands pats you down. He takes your phone, and your wallet. He tosses your phone into the ally, takes your cash then tosses your wallet too.

The men roughly shove you into the backseat of the car. The two holding you down sit in the front seat, the guy who tied your hands sitting in the back with you.

You try your best not to panic. You told Dick you’d text him when you got home, he’ll know something’s wrong when that doesn’t happen. Or when you consistently don’t text him back. You’ll be okay. Even knowing that, you can’t help but be scared. What if they don’t save you in time? You have to do anything you can to stay alive. You don’t know why you’re being taken or where you’re being taken too.

Taking a deep breath you gain the courage to speak. “C-can I at least know why you grabbed me? Or where I’m going?” You ask, tears welling up in your eyes. The man sitting next to you roughly slaps some duct tape on your mouth, “shut up, bitch.” The tears in your fall down your cheeks. The man puts a sack over head so you can’t see where you’re going.

It feels like hours before you stop driving. They keep the sack on your head and aggressively lead you to wherever they’re taking you. When they take the sack off, you’re in a warehouse. A dark, abandoned, dingy warehouse.

“Boss!” One of the men call out. “We got her for you!” You hear footsteps making their way down stairs. Before you stand Black Mask. “You’re dismissed.” He says, the men make their way out.

Black mask walks towards you slowly and menacingly. He towers over you and slowly removes the duct tape. You wince as it pulls on your skin. “Do you know why I’ve brought you here?” He tilts his head patronizingly. You look away. He grabs your face harshly and forces you to look at him. “I asked you a question, darling. Don’t make me hurt you, you know I’ll enjoy it much, much more.” You take a few breaths. “I don’t know? I’m no one important.” You say with as much confidence as you can muster. He laughs lowly. “No. Don’t lie to me, we both know exactly who you are and who your friends are.” He slaps your cheek lightly. “Now try again. No lying.”

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You don’t know how long you’ve been in this warehouse. You’re being kept in a room, tied to the bed. They changed you into a lacy slip dress. Black mask has been letting his grimy goons have their way with you. Occasionally Black mask himself takes a turn. It’s always brutal, painful even. They beat you as they screw you and your fries only seem to please them more.

One of the goons come in, ready to have his way with you. You’re beyond fed up and just want out of this hell hole. You thrash and kick and scream. Anything to keep him away. Instead he gets on top of you and plugs your nose, forcing you to open your mouth. He sprinkles little white rocks into the back of your throat. It’s bitter, it tastes like crushed up Benadryl. You gag and wince. The goon only laughs at you and prepares to have his way with you. He pauses, seemingly thinking, though your not sure he has the brain cells to actually think.

He begins untying you wrists from the bed posts. Successfully freeing you. “Don’t think about trying to escape. You’ll never make it.” He says, continuing to pull his pants down. He leans over you. Seeing a perfect opportunity you jolt up and head but him hard. He stumbles back. You move quickly, standing up and kicking him in the groin. Once he’s on the ground you make a run for it.

You run out of the door and bolt through the warehouse. You don’t know where you’re going, and you think the drugs he gave you are kicking in. It feels oddly familiar. Did he give you a party drug? You feel anxious like you wanna crawl out of your skin. He gave you molly. Probably so you’d “want” him to touch you. Fuck. Don’t get it twisted. You’ve done molly before, but under much much different circumstances.

Goons are chasing you, trying to get you back into the room but you’re quicker, lighter on your feet.

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*Teams POV*

“Alright team, I’ve located Y/N. She’s just outside of Gotham city in an abandoned warehouse. Black Mask took her to get to me. Gar, Jaime, Bart, and Kaldur, you’re beta. Me, Artemis, Conner, and M’gann are alpha. Understand?” Dick says. Everyone nods in agreement. Everyone loads up into the bio ship and they head for your location.

The warehouse has a forest on the back end, so that’s where they landed the bio ship. “Okay everyone in stealth mode. We’re gonna be as quiet as possible. In and out if we can.” Dick says quietly. Everyone puts their suits into stealth mode. They sit at the edge of the forest, scoping the place out before going in. “Wait…” Garfield starts, “what’s that?” He point to the left of the building. They see a figure in the distance running, a bunch of guards running behind them. Dick uses his binoculars to focus on the scene.

“That’s y/n!” He says excitedly. “What do we do?” Conner asks. “Go! Help her!” Immediately the team is in motion, running towards you to help you escape. “Y/N!” Dick yells, running towards you. You push yourself to run faster. The team starts fighting off the goons as you crash into Dick. “You came!” You start to cry. “I didn’t think you guys were coming!”

“Of course we came. I’m so sorry we’re late.” He shushes you. “KF! Take her to the bio ship!” In an instant you’re scooped up and being carried to the bio ship. One by one everyone enters the ship except Dick.

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Your POV

“Wheres Dick.” You’re starting to slur your words, the Molly has taken full effect now. You’re feeling good, like really good. On cloud nine even. “He’s on his way.” M’gann says, sweetly.

“Y/N?” Gar asks, cautiously. Your leaning in your chair, playing with your own hair. “Yeah?” Gar makes a weird face. “Are you- are you on something?” You giggle and nod your head. “Mmyeah, they made me take some Molly. Probably so I’d ‘want’ to fuck them too.” Everyone’s face falls. They had assumed what happened based on your clothes, but they were really hoping they were wrong. As fucked yo as you were you could still read a room. “‘Sokay guys. ‘M okay.” You smile at them. “Please don’t make me have a bad high,” you laugh a little, “it’ll make everything so much worse for me right now.” Everyone nodded, but stayed quiet. A second later, Dick enters the ship.

“Dick!” You say excitedly, “you made it!” Dick takes one look at you and notices how big your pupils are. He’s seen you on molly once or twice before, but in a completely different setting. “Yes I did, sweetheart.” You smile. He knows exactly how to handle you right now. “Cheer up guys,” Dick says, “mission was successful. Let’s also not ruin her mood yeah? We can talk about it tomorrow when everyone has a clear mind okay?” He looks at everyone but you, making it clear that you’re the only one without a clear mind. Everyone agrees and you take off.

Once you’re back at the penthouse, you’re hanging onto Dick. You’re starting to feel sick and think you might throw up so without saying anything you go to the bathroom.

You immediately start puking as soon as you sit in front of the toilet. You notice your eyes are starting to roll back into your head.

Fuck.

You’ve never been close to taking too much of anything but you know that this is probably you over dosing.

You try to get up to get help but you can’t move. Next plan, try yelling. But you can’t. You can’t move and you can’t talk. Shit this is so bad. All you can do is battle against your own eyes to keep them open, and pray to god that someone comes to check on you before it’s too late.

You black out, your eyes winning the fight. When you come too, you’re still throwing up. Fuck you almost got lost for good. You need help. But how can you get it if you can’t fucking move. Eyes still trying to roll back, you muster enough energy to move one leg. You begin kicking your leg back, hitting the door. Trying to make any noise to indicate you need help. You can hear everyone in the main room laughing and talking, having a great time now that you’re home safe. Shit they’re not hearing you. You somehow manage to sit up and open the door. Putting all your body weight on the door handle, you weakly call out.

“M’gann!”

No answer

“M’gann!”

Still no answer. You’re not loud enough fuck. You don’t think you could be louder than this, you’re too weak.

“Dick!”

Nothing.

“Dick!”

Still nothing. You’re so fucked. You’re terrified, you can practically see death knocking on your door. You don’t want to die, you don’t want to leave your friends.

“Somebody!”

You see a figure walking towards you. You move back to put your head in the toilet, unsure if you’re gonna puke again.

“Aw, sweetheart.” It’s Dick, thank god. “You get a little sick?” He sits next to you, holding your hair. You manage to sit up and look at him. Your eyes are half lidded, and hazy. Your breathing is slow. Dick raises an eyebrow. “Mmi think ‘m over dosing…” your speech is slurred, almost intelligible. Your eyes start to roll back again, falling forward into Dicks chest. Dick curses under his breath. “Hey, hey,” Dick lifts you up. He holds your face in his hands, he lightly slaps your cheeks trying to wake you up. “Stay with me.”

You open your eyes a little and look at him. “Good, keep em open for me.” He can’t tell your fighting yourself to stay awake. “‘M tryin…” you slur again. “I know, baby, I know.” He moves to sit behind you, letting you rest against him. “Don’t bring anyone else here…” your slur again. “Why?” He asks. You groan, “just you.” Is all you manage to get out. Dick nods, seeming to understand. Everyone panicking over you would just stress you out more. As far as they know, you’re just throwing up.

“You gotta throw up, baby.” Dick says, you whine. “‘Lready did.” You weakly point to the toilet. You head falls back onto Dicks shoulder, eyes rolling back too. “No, no. Open your eyes.” You comply. “Good, and I know you already did, but try some more for me.” He leans forward, pushing you with him. You’re once again face first into the toilet. He’s holding your hair and rubbing your back.

“Can’t.” You mumble. “Okay, one second, baby.” He gets up and washes his hands before returning to his original position. “Keeping your eyes open?” You make a weak attempt at nodding your head. “Good, open your mouth.” He doesn’t ask, he commands you. You do as you’re told. He sticks two fingers down your throat, effectively getting you to throw up some more. “Good girl. You’re doing so good, baby.”

Once you finish, he washes his hands again. Letting you rest against him again, he wipes your mouth and holds a cup up to your lips. “Drink.” You do. It’s just water. “‘M sorry.” You start to cry. “No don’t say that. It’s not your fault.” He soothes you. He gently runs his hands up and down your arms. Over dosing or not, you’re on Molly, touch is going to feel amazing and it’ll keep your grounded. “Mmm feels s’good.” You mumble. “I’m glad.”

Once your present in the conversation, and your eyes aren’t rolling back anymore, Dick goes to his room to grab a shirt. He comes back and brings you to stand. Your leaning all your weight into him. “Let’s get you changed, yeah?” You nod. He pulls the slip dress over your head. He puts his t-shirt over you. Luckily it’s big enough to cover everything. But he also has a pair of his boxers, which he helps you put on. “C’mon, let’s go to bed.” You nod your head as he carries you to his room. He lays you down on your side and lays next to you. Holding you close, one for your safety, making sure you don’t choke on your vomit. And for two, because he was really scared to lose you.

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The next morning you wake up, still cuddling with Dick. Your face heats up. You kind of remember what happened last night but it’s still blurry. Dick is already awake, rubbing your side gently. “Good morning, how are you feeling?” His voice is hoarse from sleep, only making you blush more. “I feel disgusting.” You mumble. “Need a shower.”

“Go ahead, I’ll be right here if you need me.”

You get up and go to the bathroom connected to his room to shower. After you shower and brush your teeth you walk back into the room, wrapped in a towel. “Do you think I can change? I don’t wanna wear dirty clothes.” Dick smiles and grabs you more clothes to wear. He walks to the bathroom to get ready as well.

After he comes out you’re laying on the bed again. He sits next to you, and lets your hair. You smile at him.

“You scared the shit out of me.” He says. Your smile falls, “I know… I’m really sorry.” Dick shakes his head. “Not your fault, baby. Don’t worry. I beat the living fuck outta Black Mask.” You laugh a little. “Good.”

Your smile falls again. “I was really scared, Dick. I almost fucking died, like what if no one heard me when I was calling for help?” Dick lays next to you. “I know, baby. Don’t think about that. You’re here now.” He wipes away your tears.

“Stop calling me baby. You can’t keep fucking with me like that.” You’re still crying. He furrows his brows. “What do you-“

“You have to know I like you, Dick. You can’t pray on it, it’s not right.” Dick sighs. “I didn’t know that, but-“

“Either way, I can’t do the flirting it’s hurts me.”

“I’m sorry. But can I finish speaking?”

You go quiet and nod your head.

“I like you too… I’m sorry you thought I was fucking with you.” Your eyes widened. “No way.” You said. Dick laughed. “Way.” He leans in to give you a soft kiss. You can’t hide the smile that graces your face. “Maybe I should over dose more often.” You joke, trying to lighten the tension. “Literally, shut the fuck up.” He says and kisses you again.

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This is kind of trash I’m sorry. I also didn’t proof read so I’m sorry for that too. Either way I hope you enjoyed ♡

#dc comics #young justice #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #superhero #fanfiction #fanfic #reader insert

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