#Never heard this discussed before but felt this was really interesting as I adore the cover art

[ashwhowrites]

Eddie Munson x cheerleader! reader, what if they have been dating for 4 months, and Eddie is still getting adjusted to being with one of the most popular girls in highschool, so when he sees Steve at his girlfriend's house in her bedroom he loses it, he gets really angry at her bc he thought she was cheating on him or something, but Reader and Steve were just working together on some important project and due to that, they needed to spend time together. But Eddie didn't knew that, so he starts to ignore reader, stops giving her ride stop home, so Y/N goes to the trailer park to tell Eddie what's really going on, but Eddie doesn't seems interested in that, but reader convinces him to talk to her and she tells him about the project and Eddie realizes he's been acting like an idiot, but reader forgives him because he's her bf?

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting this angst but happy ending fic 🫶🏻

Project?

Eddie knew dating one of the most popular girls in school was going to come with a lot of adjustments. He was at the very bottom of the social class, and now skyrocketed to the top in a flash.

He still couldn't believe he got Y/N to go out with him. She was a preppy cheerleader with a bright smile and an aura that everyone fell in love with. She had Eddie falling over his sneakers within seconds of smelling her perfume and the way her sweet voice said his name. He was shocked she knew who he was and gave him the time of the day.

Somehow throughout all the talking and flirting, they kissed and a relationship surfaced.

Four months passed and their relationship grew stronger by the day. Eddie has never felt more in love with someone, but also never felt more insecure within himself. He knew people adored his girlfriend and that many boys wished to be in his spot. If they were in the lower class like Eddie, he knew he already had one up on them. But the popular kids? He didn't have anything on them.

~~~

Eddie kept his jealousy to himself to not cause any fights or difficult discussions. But he was always so close to blowing at the seams.

"Hey Eds?" Y/N asked, she figured now was a horrible time to try to talk to him as he prepared for his campaign. It started in only ten minutes but she had a last minute plan she wanted him to be aware of.

"hm?" He mumbled, truthfully he wasn't listening. He heard his name and made a sound. His brain was too focused on the campaign ahead.

"Steve is coming over for a theater project. We have to do this love story. And I wanted to make sure you knew that it was strictly for class." She said, her stomach in nervous knots.

"All good. See you after!" He said, turning around to peck her lips before he went back to the campaign.

Well that went way better than she thought.

~~~

Eddie looked at his watch as he used the spare key to walk into Y/N's house. He knew her parents were away on vacation so he didn't have to worry about coming in unannounced.

He hummed a song in his head as he skipped up the stairs. Excitement in his bones to tell his girlfriend all about the campaign and its progress.

"...and when I look at you, I see the most beautiful girl in the world."

Eddie froze as he heard the sound of a male voice coming from his girlfriend's bedroom. The door was wide open and Eddie felt like he wanted to puke at the way Steve Harrington was holding his girlfriend's face in his hands. His heart broke more and more as she leaned into it and not away from it. They sat close on her bed, too cuddled for his liking.

"Are you saying you are in love with me?" She whispered, her eyes skimmed up and down Steve's face.

"Always have been." Steve whispered back, Eddie wasn't sure if they were about to kiss but he wasn't going to stand and watch.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Eddie screamed, within seconds he yanked Steve off the bed and threw him to the floor.

"WOAH DUDE!" Steve yelled, fright in his eyes.

"EDDIE! STOP!" Y/N screamed, she went to yank Eddie off but he refused to budge. He had Steve pinned to the floor, his fist aiming for his jaw.

"HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" Y/N screamed, grabbing Eddie as strongly as she could and shoved him off.

Eddie fell to the floor next to Steve, trying to ignore the sting he felt when she checked on Steve.

Eddie jumped up, anger in his body as a piercing noise rang through his ears.

"let me explain," Y/N sighed, she stood up calmly and that hit Eddie wrong. Why was she so chill about this? Why wasn't she crying and begging for forgiveness?

"I think I saw all that I needed to see. Enjoy Harrington, we are done." He sneered, he practically ran out of the room. She was quick to yell after him but he refused to stop. She followed him all the way out of the driveway, watching his van speed off at a law breaking speed.

~~~

A few days passed and Y/N couldn't get Eddie to speak one word to her. She called and called. She tried to talk to him in the halls but he'd walk away. She tried at lunch during a deal but he got up and left. He even stopped driving her home. She could have gotten a ride from Steve, but she knew that would make the situation worse. So she was stuck walking home.

The rain poured down as she walked out of the school building. No warning on the radar so she didn't have any good clothes or an umbrella. She growled to herself as she began to walk down the stairs.

Just great, she thought. Her boyfriend? Ex boyfriend? Was ignoring her, and it tore her apart. And now she had to walk home in the soaking rain.

She thought for a second, the trailer park was way closer than her house. She knew Eddie didn't want to see her, but maybe it was time she forced the boy to listen to her.

She walked through the mud of the trailer park and landed at Eddie's door. She knocked a few times, but stayed close to the door.

Eddie opened the door with a snarl but it lightly faded when he saw her shivering and holding herself warm.

"what in the hell are you doing?" He asked, slight concern in his voice. She allowed him to pull her inside.

"I'm here to talk to you!" She huffed, she removed her wet shoes and cringed at the wet clothes she was stuck in.

"in the rain?" He questioned.

"Look! Your house is way closer to school than mine and I didn't want to walk all the way home. Plus we needed to talk."

"Why didn't hairy boy Steve drive you?" Eddie said as he rolled his eyes.

"Because I knew that would hurt you, even if you have the wrong idea of what you saw, I wouldn't shove that in your face." She explained.

Eddie felt his hard shell slowly breaking. She chose to walk through the pouring rain to talk to him, and she chose to walk instead of asking Steve for a ride because she knew it would hurt him.

"I don't think I got the wrong idea!" Eddie scoffed, he turned around to march into his room.

Y/N quickly followed, "YOU CAN'T IGNORE ME!" she yelled after him. She figured he was going to slam his bedroom door after him, but he didn't.

Instead he grabbed a clean shirt and boxers from his laundry basket. All folded nicely so she knew Wayne recently did wash.

"Put these on so you don't catch a cold." He demanded. She thanked him and began to strip off her clothes. Eddie wasn't sure if it was his place to look or not, but he couldn't help himself. He'd admire her every day if he could.

"You do have the wrong idea, Steve and I were working on a project." She explained as she slipped Eddie's shirt over her bare chest.

"Is that slang for cheating?" Eddie scoffed. Y/N rolled her eyes and slipped on the boxers next. Throwing her soaked clothes on the floor.

"No, you idiot. It means we were working on a theater project, one that I told you about and even said it would be a romance. But apparently you chose not to listen." She defended herself, her arms crossed as she glared at him.

His defence was starting to break apart. He searched his brain for more questions.

"When? Because I don't recall such thing."

"Right before your campaign. You nodded along and kissed me goodbye. The same night you almost killed Steve." She explained.

"Oh really?"

"really!"

"oh really?"

"Really, Eddie."

"Well....I completely forgot about that." He said as he admitted defeat. He kinda remembered hearing her voice and the sound of Steve's name but nothing in between. He sat on his bed and hung his head in shame.

"We were acting. There's no one else. I love you. And even after you being a complete idiot." She said softly as she kneeled in front of him. She looked at his puppy eyes and softly kissed his cheek.

"Fuck, I'm sorry for losing my control like that. I'm sorry for not giving you a chance to explain. And I'm so sorry for not listening to you when you already explained everything to me. I acted like a dick." Eddie said, he truly felt guilty and embarrassed for how easy it all could have been avoided if he listened in the first place.

"I understand the fear and anger you had upon seeing what you did. But it's way better to communicate with me so we can fix it, yeah?"

"Definitely. If I ever see Steve making moves, I'll question before killing him." Eddie joked, he felt his stomach flip as she laughed into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his chest.

"Gee, thanks." She laughed.

"I love you too. Thank you for not giving up on me." He said into her hair.

He was granted a blessing, and he vowed to never ruin it.

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[rin-fukuroi]

𝐖𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐌𝐞? [𝐀𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦]

Please do not translate or publish my works without my permission.

The originals of my works can be read here

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairings: older brother!Alhaitham x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, modern AU, incest, loss of virginity, size kink, cockwarming, creampie.

▶• ılıılıılıılıılıılı. Tommee Profitt feat. Jung Youth - Who's Gonna Stop Me

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

Just let me be reborn as the younger sister of this divine man (っ˘ω˘ς )

art: @eriimyon

You've never even thought about the fact that girls your age should be interested in guys. Every time you heard your friends enthusiastically discussing the looks of your classmates, you felt so far away from it. Your gaze has never clung to men passing by, and your heart has never even been touched by sympathy for anyone. That's how it was until it came to your brother.

«Your brother is so sexy! Does he have a girlfriend?»

Is it true? Perhaps… the only man you've ever looked at has always been him. Since childhood, you have secretly admired the success of your older brother, not missing the opportunity to ask him to pull you up in your studies when he had a free minute. It could hardly be said that Alhaitham enjoyed spending time with you when you were a child. This man is too difficult to understand. This stoically indifferent expression on his face, the cold gazes of emerald eyes and a monotonous low voice are what have accompanied you since birth.

As soon as Alhaitham saw tears welling up in your innocent eyes, he instantly silently left your room, before getting a clear answer who made you cry. You didn't know where he went or what he was doing, but any of your problems were solved the very next day, which gave rise to this feeling of unconditional security when you looked at his tall figure and heard these quiet sighs and banal phrases uttered in a quiet indifferent tone only to dismiss your obsessive questions about what suddenly happened to the classmates who bullied you. A certain modesty of your older brother has planted in your heart the belief that, no matter how distant Alhaitham may seem, he cares about you in his own way and will never allow his little sister to cope with difficulties alone, even if you'll hardly ever be able to hear words of support from him.

And now, ten years later, you still look at Alhaitham with unspoken gratitude and adoration, despite the fact that his presence in your life is barely noticeable. You always sneak a peek into your brother's room when he's not at home, carefully examining the few things he left on the table. Everything that belongs to Alhaitham always arouses your genuine interest, although the entire contents of his room, perhaps, can be classified as essential items and mountains of books filling the shelves of tall cabinets. Every time your fingers slide over the numerous book spines, and your eyes memorize several titles in order to secretly read them. Maybe this way you can get closer to him — that's what you always thought.

But still, is your obsession with him really normal? This question has been in your head since the image of Alhaitham began to pop up in your thoughts more often when you were alone with yourself. Loving your older brother is absolutely normal, isn't it? And remembering how you once saw Alhaitham tired after work, throwing off his shirt and exposing his muscular back and broad shoulders in his room while you were passing by the ajar door is also normal. You only had a moment to capture in your memory the elastic muscles of his chest and the V-shaped line of his abs disappearing behind his lowered trousers, but it was more than enough to keep this image in your thoughts for several weeks.

«Your brother is so sexy...»

Is this the real reason why a blush now sticks to your cheeks when your eyes meet Alhaitham's gaze? Is this the reason why you're touching yourself so obscenely for the first time, replaying over and over in your memory what you probably shouldn't have seen? But you comfort yourself with the thought that men often strip to the waist and there is nothing indecent about it. You've already seen him in this form as a child, but why does it bother you so much now and seem so wrong?

You need to stop this.

You've spent hours watching guys your age, trying to awaken those emotions that should torment a girl's heart when looking at admittedly attractive members of the opposite sex, but you don't feel anything. Just boredom.

You've also never heard of Alhaitham having a relationship with anyone. Of course, if you had asked him a question, he would have replied that he is too busy or that he isn't interested, but then what about you? Are you also not interested in relationships, or is there another reason why you can't keep up a conversation with friends who are so immersed in matters of the heart that you don't understand? The answer seemed so close, somewhere on the surface. You only have to stretch out your hand and you'll see what you are trying so desperately not to notice.

Therefore, now you try not to make noise, sneaking back to Alhaitham's door when you hear him enter his room late at night, probably tired after a hard day's work. You need to look at him again, but your heart is so restless every time you even try to imagine how you start a conversation with him. Since when did it become so difficult for you to communicate with your own brother?

You peek cautiously through the half-open door, noticing Alhaitham lounging in an armchair with a book in his hand. His long fingers cling to his black tie, getting rid of the suffocating pressure on his neck in one light practiced movement. His lips are slightly parted as your brother sighs heavily, unbuttoning the top couple of buttons on his slightly rumpled shirt before leaning back in his chair.

Long eyelashes barely touch the skin of Alhaitham's face when he closes his eyes, combing the unruly strands of silver bangs with his palm. He's really handsome, you can't deny that. But you've seen enough men that you could call beautiful, but just looking at Alhaitham causes a thrill in your chest, the nature of which you are so desperate to understand.

— How long are you going to stand in the doorway? If you need anything, come in.

Your eyes widen with fright, and your muscles seem to turn to stone, not allowing you to move from your place, when you hurriedly shift your gaze from Alhaitham's chest slightly peeking out from under the cotton fabric to the emerald irises looking at you with slight irritation.

— I, uh… I'm sorry, I don't need anything! — you almost take off, ready to run back to your room, when you notice Alhaitham getting up from his chair, approaching your confused figure.

It all happened so fast. You didn't even have time to understand anything, as Alhaitham's big hand wrapped around your shoulder, forcing you to go inside, when you heard the slam of the door behind you, to which your back is now pressed. Your brother's free hand presses into the wooden surface, enclosing you between him and the door, while the fingers of his other hand cling to the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning one by one and exposing the relief of Alhaitham's body right in front of your face.

— Wh-what are you doing?! — you turn away, blunting your gaze to the floor, trying to hide the way your cheeks instantly flushed when the pleasant scent of his perfume hit your nose.

— Huh? Isn't that what you were just looking at?

— I don't…

The words get stuck somewhere deep in your throat when Alhaitham's long fingers wrap around your wrist, guiding your hand to his chest. As soon as the pads touch your brother's skin, this aching pain comes back to your lower abdomen. He's so warm. You can feel the muscles tense under your touch, becoming even harder, you can feel his heart beating steadily, as if absolutely nothing unusual is happening right now. Alhaitham is calm, as always, carefully watching your funny reaction from his height. Your hand trembles in his grip, but your fingers lightly press on the elastic flesh, causing embarrassment to tingle the skin of your face even more.

— Do you think I don't notice the way you look at me? I always assumed that my sister was a diligent good girl, but what do I see now? — Alhaitham leans towards your ear, guiding your palm lower over his prominent abs as his hot breath touches your face. — Now you're just as spoiled as all adults.

His words make your stomach churn with fear. The way the pads of your fingers slide over every bump of his tense stomach, the way his lips are close to your face, the way Alhaitham's breathing becomes more ragged when your hand stops on the belt of his trousers, it seems so wrong, but for some reason you just stay silent, letting him do it to you. You can feel the heat rushing to the bottom of your stomach when Alhaitham guides your fingers to his groin. You've never touched anyone… there before. Even through the dense fabric, the warmth emanating from his dick touches your hand, which unconsciously wraps around the hard bulge, causing your heart to pound wildly, pulsating in your ears.

— H-Haitham, stop it, I don't understand what you want… — the volume of your voice drops to a whisper.

It's so damn hard. Your body heats up treacherously, and moisture begins to accumulate between your clenching thighs. You press against the door, trying to escape at least somewhere from the cage in which Alhaitham imprisoned you, but he sees how your legs are shaking and feels your pulse quicken, quietly grinning at how something your body tells him goes against the words that come unsteadily from your tongue.

— I don't remember teaching you to lie. Didn't you spy on me a few weeks ago because you wanted to? And that's what you came for today.

— No! I would never…

— You're too bad at hiding your desires for a girl who knows better than anyone that I'm observant enough. Can't any of your peers meet your needs, huh?

— How do you…

— I know everything I need to know. I even know you're still a virgin, but you still want me to fuck you. But it's reasonable.

— What are you talking about?! Is it okay to want something like this with own brother? — you pull your hand back, ostentatiously clenching your fingers into a fist and pulling away from Alhaitham's face, almost buried in the curve of your neck. Your brother straightens up, towering over you like a heavy shadow, now looking into your eyes, desperately trying not to break eye contact. What do you want to prove to him if your other hand is now nervously fiddling with the fabric of your nightgown, and your teeth are unconsciously biting your lower lip, trying hard to remain calm even when the fabric of your underwear is soaked with warm moisture?

— Yes, — your heart sank in your chest when you heard such a short and clear answer, uttered with a completely serious expression on your brother's face. — There's no one who knows you better than I do. It makes sense that you want your first time to be with me. Objectively, I think girls your age really find me attractive, so that doesn't raise any questions either. I don't understand why you're so puzzled, Y/N, given the fact that, obviously for both of us, you've wanted this for a long time, which means you've had time to weigh all the pros and cons since you came to me today.

His words sound like this… makes sense, but then why do you feel that your desires are so obscene? Is the problem that he's your brother? But Alhaitham is right, you spent almost every day of your life with him, shared your most intimate things with him, even if he wasn't interested, he was always there for you, and what's strange about the fact that you are... in love with him?

— I… I think I'm just confused… I need to be alone and think about this...

— There's no need for that.

The randomly scattered pieces of the puzzle finally came together in a clear picture. You can feel your brother's soft lips pressing against yours, the warmth of his palm sliding up your thigh, making its way under the fabric of your homemade shorts. And it doesn't seem wrong. It's so good. Finally, the warmth that your friends seemed to be talking about spread in your chest. When a loved one touches you, when he presses his lips to yours for the first time. Your body answered all the questions swarming in your head for you as your arms wrapped around Alhaitham's neck, deepening the kiss. So clumsily, but your tongue meets his, more insistently dominating your mouth. What an indescribable feeling.

It's so hot, it's so hard to breathe, but you want more when you pull your brother closer, and his knee settles so vulgarly between your legs, pressing into the heat of your crotch. You wanted to push Alhaitham away so as not to stain his trousers with the moisture that your shorts must have soaked through, but there was nothing you could do with how damn pleasant this friction feels caused by his knee pushing against your writhing body.

Alhaitham's fingertips hook into the waistband of your shorts, hastily sliding the soft fabric down your thighs until it crumples on the floor under your feet. A moan escapes from your chest, muffled by his lips, when you feel your toes lift off the floor, and your back presses harder against the door of your brother's room while he scoops you up in his arms, forcing you to wrap your legs around his hips. A hard cock presses against your crotch through the fabric separating you from the hot flesh.

It's only when his lips finally leave yours that you realize what's going on. Alhaitham's green eyes seemed to look as clouded as yours. You've never seen him like this before. Although his face still didn't express a single emotion, something had clearly changed. Your brother is looking at you with a desire you've never seen in anyone's eyes. It's so strange, so unusual, but the only thing you know is that you like it. You like to feel desired, you like to feel his dick throbbing with another unobtrusive thrust between your legs spread for him, you like to hold on to Alhaitham's muscular shoulders like this while he hastily unbuttons the belt and zipper of his trousers, then pushing aside the lace fabric of your underwear.

The hot head of the cock slides up your slippery crotch, covering the base with sticky moisture. Even without looking down, you could feel with your own body how impressive Alhaitham's dick is. If it weren't for the intoxicating pleasure caused by the delicious friction of his throbbing erection, you'd probably be terrified even at the thought of him entering you. But there was another good reason for your calmness. You know your brother will never hurt you. Perhaps he was right again, as always. You only want him because no one will take care of you like Alhaitham is.

Your throat is bursting with moans that you are desperately trying to hold back so that your parents on the ground floor won't hear you, and it gets even harder when you feel Alhaitham's cock slowly begin to stretch you, sinking inch by inch into your warm insides.

— You're damn tight, Y/N. I'm even flattered that you saved yourself for me.

— Haitham, stop embarrassing me! — you whisper loudly, barely managing to cover your mouth with your hand when his hips meet your ass in one sharp thrust. It… hurts a little, but how perfectly his cock filled your insides. You can feel the blood pulsing in the veins running along the base of his hard organ while he remains motionless, causing your walls to involuntarily contract.

— Why are you confused by such simple facts? I find such emotions inappropriate when my cock is already inside you.

— Just… move… — you look away, tightening your arms around his neck.

— Hm-m? You got used to it so quickly, it's commendable, — you feel Alhaitham's dick pushing even harder into your cervix, which seemed impossible when he pressed his hips even tighter against yours.

It's so unusual to feel him so deep inside. His cock is so huge that it feels like he's forced all the organs in your body to make room. But it's so damn little. Your walls spasm around the hard flesh over and over again, wanting to feel more stimulation, which Alhaitham deprives you of just watching you squirm in his arms, and tears come to your eyes.

— Haitham! — you scream, digging your nails into the skin of the back of his head, when footsteps begin to be heard approaching the door.

— Y/N! Y/N, are you at your brother's?

Shit. As soon as you hear your mother's voice, your stomach twists painfully, and you freeze, holding your breath, casting a frightened look at Alhaitham.

The corners of your brother's lips turn up in a slight smile as he brings his index finger to his lips, motioning for you to be quiet.

«What the hell is that supposed to mean?!»

— Yes, mom, she's in my room.

You exhale with relief, seeming to understand what he meant, but your calm is instantly disrupted when Alhaitham's cock abruptly bursts out of your insides, then stretching and filling you to the limit again. Your eyes widen in mute shock as you press your palm tightly to your mouth, trying to swallow any sound that intends to escape from your throat. Your back is pressed against the door over and over again, the only barrier between the dirty sight that is happening in your brother's room from the eyes of an unsuspecting mother, while Alhaitham's hips slam into your ass with a soft thud at a rough impatient pace.

— Oh, then I'll come to you now!

Your brother is silent, not stopping for a second, further terrifying your poor pounding heart. You tremble, shaking your head in panic, trying to convey to Alhaitham without words what he himself should understand, but for some reason his lips stretch into an even wider smile when one of his palms moves to your crotch, and his fingers press on your clitoris, sending a treacherous wave through your body pleasure.

The moment it took your mother to get to the door seemed to last forever, while your lower abdomen was bursting with delicious spasms that you couldn't resist. Your back arches and your hips shake as the knot in your stomach unties. This orgasm isn't comparable to the ones you brought yourself to on your own. The heat settling in every cell of your body is so intoxicating that it seems as if you are about to lose consciousness. The walls of your vagina clenched so tightly around Alhaitham's cock, still not slowing down, that even he couldn't restrain the quiet moan that escaped from his lips while his fingers continued to massage the sensitive bundle of nerves, only prolonging this magical feeling that causes addiction.

The handle twitches, and you feel a slight pressure from the other side of the door.

— Haitham? Is your door closed?

Your mother's worried voice dispels the fog that has enveloped your consciousness.

— I'll be down in a minute, mom! Brother, n-gh… Helps me with the preparation for the test, — you needed all the self-control you had left so that at least your voice didn't tremble, sounding confident enough without arousing suspicion.

— Are you all right? You sound kind of upset...

— Yes, it's all right! Just wait for me downstairs!

It's unbearable. You are so sensitive, but your brother's cock continues to persistently penetrate you, touching all the right points in your insides to make you feel that heady heat rushing to the bottom of your stomach again, even when his hand, covered with your moisture, returns to your thigh. You can hear your mother muttering to herself before you hear soft, retreating footsteps in the hallway.

— What the fuck, Haitham?! — you snap back, weakly slapping your brother, who is apparently amused by your outburst, on the shoulders.

— You did a great job. It would be awkward if she insisted on coming in.

— Awkward?! D-damn it! — you no longer hold back your moans, desperately biting your lower lip to somehow muffle your sounds, when your hands cling to Alhaitham's neck again, gaining an even more careless and rude pace.

The door knocks softly under the pressure of erratic thrusts. Your brother's cock seemed to get even bigger and harder, stretching your tight walls almost painfully. For the first time, the soft sounds of Alhaitham's hoarse moans cut into your ears, which sound even more beautiful than you could have imagined in your dirtiest fantasies. His lips are open, and the muscles of his forearms are so sexually tense when he literally hammers you into the door, chasing his own orgasm. You don't know how it should feel, but you're sure that he's as close as you are, teetering on the edge of a high that seems to drive you crazy.

A second orgasm hits your poor body just when you feel something warm and sticky spreading in your insides, and Alhaitham's hips are pressed tightly against your ass, remaining almost motionless. He rests his head on your shoulder, exhaling heavily from his lungs as you both try to relive the intense pleasure spreading somewhere under your skin.

You barely come to your senses when you feel your brother's cock leaving your insides, and he gently lowers you to the floor, barely standing on your feet and instantly grabbing his arm to keep from losing your balance. Sticky drops of semen trickle down the inside of your thighs, and you watch in fascination as they settle on the floor, gradually coming out of a state of intoxication and digesting what just happened.

— So you need help with the test? — Alhaitham's voice sounds as cold and indifferent as usual again, as if nothing unusual has happened right now, as he takes off his shirt and slides his trousers down his muscular, seductive thighs. You give an awkward glance at his cock as he walks past, heading to the closet to change into his home clothes. How did he fit in you anyway…

— Very funny… — you adjust your underwear, awkwardly trying to pick up the cream drops from your feet before you see your brother handing you a napkin. — Thanks.

Alhaitham silently turns away, pulling a T-shirt over his magnificent body, and you are mesmerized by watching him now at a close distance, and not hiding behind the door of his room.

— Listen… You're going to move away from here, aren't you? Well, someday.

— Huh? Why do you ask? — your brother turns around, looking at you through slightly narrowed eyelids. — Yes. I've only stayed in this house to keep an eye on you sometimes, but I guess my help won't be needed anymore.

— Take me with you! — you grab the soft fabric of his T-shirt, looking up at Alhaitham with a pleading look.

— Ho-oh, I didn't think you didn't like to be here so much, — your brother crosses his arms over his chest, taking in your petite figure with an appraising glance. — What if I ever get into a relationship?

You're sulking, hastily pulling your hand away, about to just leave, when Alhaitham's big palm touches your jaw, pulling your face down for a kiss. Now your beloved brother's lips are touching yours not with the same desire that they touched the first time. Is he kissing you now… tenderly?

As soon as his lips leave yours, you feel your face turn red again when your gaze meets his cold aquamarine eyes.

— If that's what you want, I don't mind.

[stormblessed95]

Hi!

Ok, so I just rewrote everything I wanted to discuss regarding the new video of Jimin working on MUSE, WHO, and SGMB as I felt it’d be easier than sending multiple asks with my questions!

I wanted to know what your thoughts were about the video and album overall, as well as with these parts where Jimin goes into detail a little more about two of the songs’ concepts.

I’m confused if the album as a whole is conceptual, or just the tracks Jimin wrote and WHO is the truth. Is this album about finding love or Jimin’s inspiration and creative process?

And what does that mean in terms for Jimn and Jikook?

I know people (antis) are going on about pronouns, but honestly I already think Jimin is queer or bisexual, so writing a love song about a woman or with female pronouns doesn’t negate that (especially since we’ve seen a version where the lyrics were gender neutral). Until Jimin outright says he has never and will never have romantic feelings towards a man, I’m under the assumption that he may be bisexual (regardless of if he wants a male or female partner).

However Jimin talking about looking for love and not experiencing that, does make me question Jikook if this album is supposed to be speaking from Jimin’s personal experiences and/or thoughts.

I included the parts of dialogue (sorry if I missed something 😅) that lead to these thoughts and/or questions, and it would be wonderful if you could help explain it more, or at least your thoughts on it. I know you’re not Jimin nor did you work with him on MUSE, so obviously you don’t know exactly what it means or conveys.

I’m not taking your word as the truth either, this isn’t the cult lol, just that there’s been many times where your posts help me with the understanding of topics: BTS, Jimin, JK, Jikook, ect!

And of course whatever Jimin says matters more to me!

Thanks Storm! 💜

While working on WHO

JM: This album has a lot of cheerful songs. But I wanted to try a different approach for just the title track. There will be a lot of fun songs.

JM: It was harder to write the lyrics this time. I had to pretend to go through experiences I haven’t had before. I’ll explain it one by one in more detail later.

JB (Jon): *interpreting Jimin’s ideas* I’d like to fall in love. I wanna, I’ll do what it takes to fall in love. I still don’t feel it, so what is my heart waiting for?

JM (Through the Translator): It’s just a bit sentimental, so it doesn’t get too intense like, “Where is she?” It doesn’t get too depressing.

JM: It’s not supposed to be sad or anything.

Translator: He’s not like, not too deep into it. He’s like “this is what I’m feeling right now”.

JM: It’s kind of embarrassing to explain emotions. It feels like someone found my diary.

Translator: Thank you for explaining everything so honestly.

JM: My ears are red. *touches ears*

JM: I’ve poured all my emotions into this, so I was very embarrassed just now. Even though they just wanted to ask about the story I wanted to tell. It’s just, everyone…. *laughs*

JM: Everyone’s just living alone, right? That’s what it is.

Working on SGMB

Producer: If the album is going to be all about expressing the process, we could just go all out conceptual.

Producer: I thought we could do a story with a specific concept, and I thought it’d be great if we chose a name for a band.

Producer: For those who aren’t able to express their love themselves, we’ll express it for them. That’s the kind of band we are. That’s the kind of concept we’ll have.

Loco: I’d never heard of a “smeraldo” before, so I looked it up. It’s a flower, I saw its meaning in the language of flowers. One of the related search terms was BTS. So there was some kind of a connection. So I thought, “Wow, I should come today to hear the explanation”. I found it really interesting, that’s why.

Loco: How do we express the true feelings of someone who couldn’t express it themselves?

Producer: Yeah that’s it.

Loco: This is how we should try to think about it.

JM: I thought of you while making this song….

Loco: It’s so good.

JM: Thank you.

Anon wrote an essay, but I want everyone to know and appreciate how well worded and kind this was. This is a request. An ask. This is a "I have these thoughts, opinions and concerns. I'm really curious about how you also feel about this, could you please let me know. Thanks" and not the rude demands, belligerent asks and the homophobia I got about this same topic from SO MANY OTHERS. So just before anything else, thank you anon, for being a kind human being in interacting with me. I hope you enjoy the random gifs throughout this post 💜

Let's take it bit by bit?

I wanted to know what your thoughts were about the video and album overall, as well as with these parts where Jimin goes into detail a little more about two of the songs’ concepts.

When I made my posts about Muse as an album in its entirety, it was technically before this video, but nothing said in that behinds video changed any of my thoughts. MMM gave us enough of an insight already that nothing else really surprised me from what he said, if that makes sense. Other than seeing the original lyrics were gender neutral. While not a surprise per say, that definitely wasn't indicated anywhere before. Idk if you saw my thoughts, opinions and theories over Muse already, but if not, please read that post here:

My thoughts over Who, which I posted just before answering this:

And then the other main posts I have where I talked about Muse, Rebirth and SMGB can be found in the last 9 posts linked here:

I’m confused if the album as a whole is conceptual, or just the tracks Jimin wrote and WHO is the truth. Is this album about finding love or Jimin’s inspiration and creative process?

Personally I believe that the album as a whole is conceptual. Jimin pretty much stated that it was in MMM. Conceptual doesn't mean falsehoods though either. I mention this in further detail in my muse post above as well. So really, please do go read that. I think that this is more about Jimin's inspiration and creative process. And it's about love. ❤️🥰 These things can coexist!

Pdogg even just recently said: "His previous album was designed to be deeply personal, but the new one is more abstract and isn’t strictly about Jimin alone. The whole thing’s also in line with what Millennials and Gen Z experience when they fall in love."

And what does that mean in terms for Jimn and Jikook?

Short answer: Nothing.

Longer answer: Still nothing. I know it's not really the answer you or probably anyone else or any of the antis who sent me asks about this topic, wanted. But it's the one I've got for you. As much as I thoroughly love and enjoy finding the Jikook coincidences and connections in everything. Istg I promise I do. I can be just as delulu as the rest of them. But it's really important that we ALL remember to see, recognize and enjoy their artistic integrity and messages without thinking it automatically has to do with each other or their relationship (whatever it may be, and yes this is still valid even if they are for sure dating each other romantically too).

Jimin talking about making an album that expresses the desire for love, feelings of crushes, wanting to be with the one, etc... doesn't actually mean that's the state of his current life. It doesn't even technically mean that's what he wants if he is single. I AM NOT SAYING THESE THINGS ARE TRUE OR EVEN WHAT I THINK. Just options, because we don't actually know anything about Jimin's life other than what he chooses to share. Personally, nothing he said in that behinds video, the MMM video or any other behinds content for Muse has made me rethink my Jikook opinions. But thats just me, and I don't blame anyone for ever changing their mind about anything. I just think years upon years of sharing things with us and behavior doesn't change based off him explaining the emotions and concept he is going for while working with other artists on his album.

I know people (antis) are going on about pronouns, but honestly I already think Jimin is queer or bisexual, so writing a love song about a woman or with female pronouns doesn’t negate that (especially since we’ve seen a version where the lyrics were gender neutral). Until Jimin outright says he has never and will never have romantic feelings towards a man, I’m under the assumption that he may be bisexual (regardless of if he wants a male or female partner).

I too, am under this impression and fully agree with you here. It's always nice when I agree with pieces of anon essays 🥰😄💜

However Jimin talking about looking for love and not experiencing that, does make me question Jikook if this album is supposed to be speaking from Jimin’s personal experiences and/or thoughts.

I included the parts of dialogue (sorry if I missed something 😅) that lead to these thoughts and/or questions, and it would be wonderful if you could help explain it more, or at least your thoughts on it. I know you’re not Jimin nor did you work with him on MUSE, so obviously you don’t know exactly what it means or conveys.

I’m not taking your word as the truth either, this isn’t the cult lol, just that there’s been many times where your posts help me with the understanding of topics: BTS, Jimin, JK, Jikook, ect!

Have you been following me for a while because that used to be something I said a lot on this blog. I appreciate you requesting a secondary opinion from someone whose opinions you generally trust (and I'm honored and touched that I am that person, thank you) while still making sure to form your own thoughts and opinions on things as well. Even if they end up different. That's really so important. 💜💜

Now I see where you (general you for the 80 asks I got about this topic) might be like but storm what about *insert all your above quotes here* I'm getting there! Also sorry, I'm not copy and posting all those quotes, this post is long enough as it is, but I super appreciate you taking the time to type them all out for me. I will preemptively add this one from the most recently weverse article though before someone else sends it to me in an ask lol:

"Then it goes into “Be Mine,” which takes the concept one step further, and is about an imaginary relationship. Our plan was to follow that song with the lead single and write it as a serenade, but Jimin was having trouble relating to it. He asked himself if he can ever really love someone, and that question led to the creation of “Who.” The album is about looking for some imaginary woman, but “Who” is about the reality of feeling lonely and melancholy, and asking yourself where the person for you is, which is why we made it the very last track."

From:

So let's just sort of break this down in general and all the quotes together if you don't mind.

1. Irregardless of a relationship with Jungkook, true or not. Jimin is an idol, he isn't going to be announcing a relationship until he is married. And maybe not even then if he keeps it under wraps until he is retired. And if he ever has to announce a relationship, it's never going to be through a love song and explaining he drew inspiration from a partner. It's always going to be "love, what's that?" "Oh we are all always single for now." "Haha oh armys are my girlfriend." And if he ever gets forced into admitting to and claiming a relationship, its going to come with an apology and an ask for understanding. Which really fucking sucks, but that's a different conversation entirely. And it's the reality that idols live with. Take it up with the industry and the fans.

2. If Jimin is queer, like you and I both suspect that he is, he is closeted. And will remain so probably until he is at least retired and/or maybe after that too. Hinting at, making vague remarks about it, etc, is not and never will be coming out. So all those points from #1 above, double it and count it worse for this one. If he is queer, Jimin will be sticking to that "what is love, I'm perpetually single" line all that much harder as a matter of safety probably. I mean and who knows, I'm not Jimin.

3. Jimin is working off a concept, a storyline and a following a major theme and plot that over arches through all his songs in order. He knows the emotions he wants to convey, he knows the general idea. Talking about that is and can be embarrassing. Like someone reading your diary. Lol

4. Taking it back to point 1 again, if Jimin is in a relationship, with regards to being an idol and am ultra world famous one at that, AND adding in the potential possibility of that being a queer relationship.... In what world do you think that the (hypothetical or otherwise) relationship would be one that went through any kind of normal courtship, confession, romance meet cute story? Lol for all we know, his experience with love and relationships look different than the story he was trying to tell, which was much more storybook idealistic. Or for all we know, he is single and just has hook ups and has never been in love. We don't know for sure, and that's okay. We aren't entitled to Jimin's private life.

5. In specific regards to "we are all living alone right" that one feels like explaining his album concept, not his life. To me at least. As was Loco talking about how to explain the feelings of someone who couldn't express it themselves, that was the literal concept of the song for SMGB.

And to conclude all my points above, in my personal OPINIONS, Jimin isn't going to share his love life in any type of way with his fans. He was preemptively apologizing for touching a female dancer to his fans. He knows his fans won't allow him the luxury of love. He knows he isn't allowed the luxury of queerness either, not from his country nor his fans for the most part either. The homophobia I get in my ask box is proof enough. I personally think everything Jimin and JK have said through the years and their actions throughout the years have shown me that there is probably something more leaning towards romantic attraction there, and I feel like it's very probably that they acted upon that. In a conventional way or not, who knows. Only jikook. But I don't think anything from these conversations has proven anything otherwise. But of course, anyone is free to disagree with that and think differently.

Sorry for the essay in response. Hope this all made sense and was clear. And that you found it helpful in some way anon. Thank you again for how you asked your questions and expressed yourself. It was great.

[discordantwritings]

Imagine- Sugar Daddy Sir Crocodile (SFW + NSFW) (Modern AU)

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS I don’t care that some of these are SFW. More detailed warnings right before the NSFW

Note: look at me and tell me this man isn’t prime sugar daddy. Also if you want more of this let me know cause. Boy there is so much I could write.

When he first approached you about the position you were caught off guard. You were a very low ranking member of Baroque Works and never saw much of Sir Crocodile so when you got called into his office you were sure your were getting fired. But, in a way, you were getting a raise.

He doesn’t pressure you into becoming his sugar baby, hell you don’t really give him the chance. A powerful, attractive, rich guy like him? Why would you even think about saying no?

Immediately you stop doing whatever job you already had and get a huge wad of cash. He tells you to buy yourself some nice things to wear since the two of you will be going out to dinner together frequently, and you should look right at home in all the fancy restaurants he will take you to.

So you do. You have the shopping trip of your life, finally able to spend money without having the crippling worry of not being able to pay for your groceries next week. You’re giddy by the time dinner rolls around and it’s time for your first date with Sir Crocodile.

He picks you up and appreciates the outfit you picked out for the night, his eyes wandering over you, putting you slightly off kilter. Being judged (even in a good way) by a man so large and influential was nerve wracking. But, ever the gentleman, he held out his hand and guided you into the car.

He takes you someplace you’ve never heard of before but when you see the menu has no prices listed you know you’re someplace special. He encourages you to order whatever you like and you eat some of the best food you’ve ever tasted.

Admittedly at first getting conversation started is hard. You’ve never had many interactions with him and there was one burning question that you couldn’t get out of your mind.

“Can I ask, why me?”

He doesn’t answer right away, taking a long draw from his cigar. “You’re smart, attractive, and I could see that you might have had some interest in me too. Not much to it.”

You flush a bit when he points out that you had an attraction to him- the few times you did see him at work you did have to admit you were enraptured by his stature and the way he commanded the room. At least you’re not getting killed for it.

After that the conversation flows a bit better as he gets to know some of your hobbies and you are able to learn about his love for him bananawamis. It’s adorable how much he loves those things.

He, of course, picks up the check and drives you home. He holds your hand the entire drive home and you have to admit, you love it. Once you get to your place he gets out and opens your car door for you.

“I know we didn’t discuss if there would be anything more to this than going out to events with me, so if you don’t wish to extend our arrangement that’s fine but-“ He steps into your space, towering over you. “I would love to kiss you.”

Arrangement or not you can’t help but nod and let him pull you into a kiss that leaves you breathless. He tastes like harsh sunlight and cigars but you don’t mind it at all it’s so distinctly him. He steps away and grins and lets you go for the night.

NSFW

Warnings: phone sex, possessiveness, limited description of genitals to fit all readers

But you can’t help but think about him all night. Remembering how the kiss felt and how much you wanted just a bit more from him you got brave and texted him about what would need to be done to “extending your arrangement” even further.

Your phone almost immediately rings and you wonder if it’s a good or a bad sign as you pick up.

His voice is gruff over the phone, you think you also might have caught him in bed. “Now why are you thinking about our arrangement so late at night love?”

You’re not sure what affects you more, the accusation or the term of endearment but either way you feel the heat rising on your neck. You take too long to respond and after some shuffling on his end he speaks up again.

“I have a busy morning so if you don’t speak up…” He trails off and you know you have to answer.

“I was hoping, next time maybe, we could kiss again and…”

“And?” His voice is sharp, demanding.

“More than kissing.” You finish.

“So you’re up late at night thinking about me fucking you?” His straight forward rhetorical question hits you deep and you would be more embarrassed if his words didn’t turn you on so much.

“Yes.” You breathe into the phone. You hear more shuffling on his end and his voice is much lower when it returns.

“You all worked up thinking about me?”

At first you nod, but then realizing he can’t see you you manage to vocalize another “Yes.”

“Good. I want to hear you touch yourself.” From the way his breath sounds over the phone you think he’s touching himself too and that sends electricity through your veins. You snake your hands down your pants and moan as you touch yourself.

“That’s it love.” He rewards you when he hears your vocalizations. “Need to hear everything since I can’t see you. Do that for me.”

Being commanded like that makes you work faster, and you gasp as you tell him exactly what you’re doing. Your peak is coming up faster than it normally does when you masturbate and you tell him that too.

“Me too. Imagine how fast I’ll ruin you when I see you next. You’re mine now, got it? You won’t be able to think of anyone else now that I’ve got my hands on you.” His words are gruff and breathy and you can hear him working himself faster, just like you are.

“I’m close.” You whine to him.

“That’s right, cum for me, make yourself a mess for me.” At his words you come undone, yelling his name as pleasure rides over you in waves. As you come down from your high you hear loud grunts on his end and then heavy breaths, signaling he had cum as well.

There’s a few moments of silence as you both just breathe into the phone, enjoying just the slice of each other presence you have. Crocodile is the one to speak up first.

“Make sure you get yourself cleaned up before you fall asleep. I’ll see you in the office tomorrow, love.” The term of affection has you grinning from ear to ear.

“And also,” He adds. “Don’t bother wearing underwear.”

Yeah, you’re going to love being Sir Crocodile’s sugar baby.

[bairdthereader]

Let's talk for a minute about the magical creature that is Tao's mom, Yan Xu.

One of the things I completely adore about the show is that it has given so much space to the secondary characters, space that the comic format doesn't allow. And one of the best things in that space is Tao's relationship with his mom.

The first hint we get of Yan's awesomeness is her obvious adoration of Elle, her heartfelt interest in Elle as her own person, totally independent of her relationship with Tao. Yan sees Elle wholly, cares about all the aspects of her life, and openly admires her beauty and talent. It's never discussed in the show, but Elle must have felt some fear or trepidation about how her friends' parents would react to her coming out as trans. No need to worry with Yan Xu. Her attitude is in such direct contrast to some of the other treatment Elle has received that it must be healing and comforting for Elle on many levels.

Let's not forget this completely on-brand mom moment, when Yan realizes, maybe even before Tao himself, that romantic feelings are developing between the two teens. [At least she manages not to use the phrase 'hanky panky." Shudder.]

She is so supportive of Tao, believes in him so completely, that Mr. Ajayi's assertion that Tao is struggling is unfathomable to her. She doesn't look embarrassed or annoyed (like Charlie's parents), though I do wish we could see her face after she sees his coursework 😂

Yan is so in tune with her son that she rivals, and maybe even sometimes surpasses, Sarah Nelson levels of understanding and sympathy/empathy toward him. She knows he's hurting and worrying, knows that his dread of Elle's potential move must be eating him alive.

But she doesn't push too hard. She's clearly taken the time to give a lot of thought to how she would approach doling out advice to her son. She expresses her love and support of him first, and acknowledges his pain, before making herself vulnerable and telling her story about Tao's dad in a way that he hasn't heard before.

I just love Tao's face in this scene. Will manages to portray all of Tao's love for his mom, his acknowledgment of her unique grief and personal journey, and his appreciation for how she's using her story to show that she sees him, understands him, in a way no one else in his life really can.

Yan's vulnerability, her openness with her son, and the strength she's had to show in the face of tragic loss, all serve to make her words of wisdom to Tao both deeply meaningful and, importantly, acceptable to Tao, who doesn't always take advice well. Yan knows her son, and she knows this is the best way to connect with him.

And when Tao responds to this moment with a joke, she knows him well enough to understand that he's not laughing off her suggestion; he's just coping in the best way he knows how with the intensity of the emotions they're both feeling. It also has to be said that this entire scene is a balm after the rawness of the rest of this episode, where almost every other family interaction has been negative and strained.

And when Tao comes back from the Paris trip, settled and happy... "The perfect girl for my perfect boy." Such a simple statement, but it encompasses so many levels of acceptance, such deep love, hope, and pride.

Yan Xu, we adore you.

[agathasangel]

Playing House (alpha!agatha harkness x omega!reader)

this is my first time doing anything omegaverse so yeah

warnings: omegaverse, mommy kink, kinda unhealthy relationship, professor!alpha!agatha, innocence/corruption kink, legal age gap, smut

word count: 1778

summary: agatha was your professor, and she took you under her wing. sure she was an alpha, you were an omega, and you had a crush on her and would always try to play house, but that doesn’t mean anything! Right?

You didn’t honestly expect that Agatha would want to be your alpha. Out of the kindness of her heart, she had taken you under her wing. At the time she was your neighbor, and a professor at the local college, which you had attended. You didn’t expect anything more than that.

Your first semester, you lived in a small apartment by yourself. You had made some friends, two betas and an alpha, and you were doing well in your classes. At first. The stress got to you quickly though. Your parents began to fight and told you they were splitting up at the same time as your friends turned on you. Your performance in your classes started to drop as well. You only had one good thing left, and that was your History of Witchcraft class with professor Agatha Harkness.

Agatha was a beautiful older woman who also happened to live on your floor. She was always kind to you and made sure you were okay.

“Hey, superstar. I heard you crying, are you okay? You wanna come over, have some company while you study? I can make you dinner.”

“I- I don’t want to bother you. I’m sorry you heard.”

“No bother at all, I’m serious. I just want to help you. God, this place is so tiny. Mine has a lot more space if you’re interested.” You came over to her apartment and spent a lovely, peaceful evening with her. You felt happy and less lonely. She did make dinner for you, and she didn’t make you talk about your problems. She just sat with you, being there if you needed her.

You would sometimes come over to her apartment just to talk, just to feel you had someone in your corner. You knew Agatha was an alpha, you could smell it on her, but you never discussed it. You assumed your attraction to her was probably not returned, as she had not yet made a move and you were so much younger than she was, and such a mess. You were there more and more, until you practically lived together. You even fell asleep on her couch from time to time and she would take care not to wake you, tucking you in and making some extra coffee the next morning.

Things changed between the two of you, slowly at first. You spent even more time with her, cuddling her and studying together and having fun. Your liked to cook for her, and you thought it was fun to play house a bit with the older, more experienced alpha. It fulfilled a fantasy you had that you didn’t think was possible. But she always played along, and was loving and caring.

“You’re just adorable, baby. You made this for me?” She would say after you surprised her with dinner.

“Of course!”

You also liked to bake, and were quite good at it. You would use your talent to impress Agatha every chance you got, and it worked.

“That’s amazing. You’re gonna make some alpha really happy one day, hon.”

Agatha never acknowledged that you were an omega before. You were sure that she knew, but she never said anything about it. If you were honest, the fact that she was acknowledging it at all excited you.

Agatha liked to show that she could be protective of you as well.

“It’s okay, little one. Mama’s got you,” she would say, possessively wrapping an arm around you as you watched a scary movie. She often referred to herself as mama or mommy and eventually got you to call her by those names as well. One day she suggested that the two of you begin sharing her bed instead of you sleeping on her pull-out couch like you’ve been.

“It might be good for you. Comforting. I know you get nightmares and it might be nice to have mommy to look out for you, isn’t that right baby?”

“Yes, mommy. Please let me sleep in your bed.”

You were adorably naive, oblivious to the alpha’s obvious attraction to you. To everyone else it seemed shameless, the older woman doting on you and constantly being with you. But you just took it as the affection you needed. Her being nice to you, almost too nice. You didn’t seriously think she wanted you like that. But then, you didn’t see the way Agatha stared when you weren’t paying attention, the way she watched you as you slept peacefully next to her. You didn’t know that the real reason Agatha would often shift her body when you cuddled up to her was so you wouldn’t feel her arousal. You had no idea how your scent drove her crazy, and never questioned how she would disappear into the bathroom increasingly often as your scent began to be a permanent fixture of the house. Agatha managed to control herself, knowing she would scare you off if she moved the relationship too fast. But this was killing her. She wanted you more than anything in the world.

Everything changed one day, when you were busy studying for finals. Your last semester you managed to pass, but your grades weren’t great. You desperately wanted to ace this semester and raise your gpa, and you were studying so hard that you forgot something vital.

You forgot to take your heat suppressants.

Shit.

You didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t focus on studying anymore, that was for sure. And Agatha was away. Even if she was with you, would she want to be your alpha? Would she be uncomfortable? You knew Agatha would surely be able to tell.

And oh, she could tell. The second Agatha got home, she could smell it. You were in heat. It was time.

“You okay there, superstar? Need a little help?”

“I- I’m okay! Don’t worry about me Aggie…”

“No. Don’t do that,” Agatha said as she came over to you, “Stop pretending you don’t want me. I’ve been so patient, taking care of you and convincing you and making sure I don’t scare you. And now you need me, don’t you?”

“I didn’t think- I didn’t think you’d want to be with me…”

“What did you think this was then, little one? You didn’t think I wanted you? You didn’t think you’ve been driving me crazy? Of course you didn’t. Sweet, innocent thing.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. This woman you loved and wanted felt the same way about you. She gently rested her hands on you and propped you up against some pillows. She felt you shaking.

“My poor little girl. Poor baby,” Agatha said, teasingly rubbing her hands on your inner thighs, covered in slick.

“Mommy… please…”

“Baby, I think it’s only fair that you feel what you do to me before I make you feel better. You’ve been such a tease. Feel, baby.”

She grabbed your hand and placed it on the crotch of her pants, her bulge apparent. You rubbed it a bit and she let out a low groan.

“That feels so fucking good baby. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

You whined, growing more impatient. Agatha spread your thighs and rubbed her clothed bulge against your aching pussy.

“Please, mommy! Take me, claim me! I need you to be my alpha, please. Please I want you mommy…”

“Aww, your begging is adorable, baby. Have you wanted me all this time? And you’ve never said anything?”

“I didn’t think… I didn’t think you… ugh…”

“God, you’re so fucking naive. You’re a pretty, sweet little omega. Why would you ever think the alpha you live with wouldn’t notice you? Wouldn’t be desperate to make you hers?”

You had never really thought of yourself that way. You didn’t think you were the type of omega that someone like Agatha would be so completely desperate for. But you were, and she was.

“Make me yours, Alpha. Please.”

Agatha took it slow at first, starting with one finger, as you whined and begged for more.

She added another finger, while teasing you.

“You’re such a sweet thing. You’ve never even had an alpha before have you? You’ve gone this long without being satisfied, just trying to take your heat suppressants and live life on your own?”

And another finger.

“Poor baby. That’s not what an Omega needs. Cute little Omegas like you need an Alpha to take care of them, to own them. You’ve shown me during all these months we’ve lived together that that’s what you need. You keep pretending to be my wife, cooking and cleaning and decorating. It’s adorable, and I knew exactly what it meant. Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me.”

“I want you to be my Alpha! I want you to own me!”

“That’s right, baby. Now that you’re all warmed up, let’s finally start this.” Agatha pulled her fingers out of you and you whined at the loss, but knew something better was coming as she began taking her clothes off. Under her shirt was a lacy black bra, and she unzipped her fly.

“Mommy needs to be inside you, baby. Are you ready?”

“Please, Mommy. Please, I can’t wait any longer! I need your pups inside me!”

“Oh you do, don’t you?” Said Agatha as she entered you, causing a loud, shaky moan of pure pleasure to fall out of you. “You want Mommy to knot you, to fill you up, trapped inside you until she’s satisfied?”

You nodded frantically and begged for more, harder, it felt so good to be filled up and stretched so thoroughly.

“You’re so big, Mommy! It’s so good, you feel so good!”

“I’m gonna stretch you out, little one, you’re gonna be my perfect little Omega fucktoy! Yes, that feels better than I imagined. I’m- baby- is it really okay if I knot you, if I give you a bite, I think I’m about to-“

“Please! Knot me! Claim me! I want to be yours forever, I want your pups, please…”

You felt Agatha growing even bigger inside of you and figured this must be her knot. You have never in your whole life felt a pleasure this intense, and it was intensified as Agatha bit down on your neck as she came inside of you. You gave her a matching bite as she continued to rut inside you as you finally came.

“I can’t believe you’re finally mine. I love you, my little angel. You’ll be so happy with me, I promise I’ll give you the best life.”

[yanderes-galore]

I have an interesting idea.

So maybe your Glamrock Bonnie’s mechanic and he becomes obsessed. He loves being with you and becomes hostile if you’re hurt, not his mechanic etc. He even starts pushing Freddy away so he could spend all his time with you. It gets to the point that he’s decommissioned because he’s deemed as a danger. But even that doesn’t keep him away. He follows you home, and you wake up to him standing over you.

That’s when the prompt starts :)

Hm... alright! Here's what I got! Sorry it took so long!

He Followed Me Home....

Yandere! Glamrock Bonnie Short

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Overprotective/Possessive behavior, Breaking and entering, Violence, Jealousy, Delusional behavior, Bonnie watches you sleep, Forced companionship.

Red optics scan over the sleeping human before him. Despite the differences between you and the robotic rabbit, he's always adored you since he met you. Which is why it hurt him to know you signed off on having him decommissioned.

There wasn't anything wrong with him! You two were best friends! No... no, not were.... are! You ARE best friends!

Which is why he doesn't understand how you could betray him in such a way....

The blue rabbit inches closer to his sleeping friend. His optics blink with a soft clicking sound as he leans closer. You looked so at peace in this moment... it makes the rabbit smile.

Bonnie remembers when he first met you. You were introduced to the Glamrocks as a new mechanic. While you typically tended to everyone... Bonnie was the one who looked forward to meeting you the most.

You often spoke to one another during maintenance checks. While you conducted scans and tests you often tried to get to know him and his personality. In these vulnerable moments... Bonnie felt himself grow closer to you.

Soon his interactions weren't just during maintenance. The robotic rabbit even followed you around the Pizzaplex. It usually surprised you when Bonnie greeted you as you worked with electrical components in the building... but you got used to it.

While Bonnie normally hung around Glamrock Freddy to some degree... he dropped the interest once he met you. Such an action flabbergasted both you and the robotic bear. Bonnie didn't care too much though.

Bonnie's behavior changed since he met you. Something in his database wasn't quite adding up and you couldn't make any sense of it. For some reason Bonnie kept getting clingy...

His aggression also increased.

To Bonnie, you made the Pizzaplex better! Following you around to speak with you and watch over you was his favorite past time. In his eyes... you two are best friends!

Best friends do everything together.

So... when Bonnie saw the others getting close to you... it was your first betrayal. Bonnie even felt himself nearly lose it when Monty was close to you. No one else is your best pal... just Bonnie.

It should only be Bonnie.

Once he realized his bond with you was being jeopardized... he had to do something! This began reports of Bonnie becoming an aggressor to the others. Especially Monty....

It even got to the point other animatronics needed repairs because the rabbit would instigate fights with them. The blue rabbit never really had remorse for his actions. Even when Freddy or you tried to convince him... he was convinced he was doing the right thing.

Then you signed off on decommissioning him... he knew you did as he rarely took his optics off you...

This was your second betrayal.

Bonnie was filled with distress and confusion when he saw you discuss removing him. Monty was meant to replace him on the band. He was going to be scrubbed from the Pizzaplex and dismantled.

Yet... Bonnie refused to give up. He refused to leave his best friend. It's okay... he'll forgive you... you're just a little bit confused.

Before Bonnie could be sent away to be scrapped, the bot disappeared. Even you had no clue where he went. Part of you feared he heard what was going to happen.

Although... even if he did... he couldn't have just disappeared, right?

That night you went home... exhausted from the work day...

Unaware of the red optics watching your every move.

That's what lead to the blue rabbit watching you quietly. He felt betrayal flicker within him again... but it was soon replaced with a familiar softness towards you. The rabbit still smiles as you rest peacefully.

No one could take his best pal away from him... he wouldn't let it happen. In his mind... maybe this was how things were meant to be. You two could be happier at your home!

You wouldn't have to leave him ever again.

Bonnie chuckles when he sees you stir in your sleep. His internal clock said it was early in the morning. You should be waking up soon...

He can't help but feel excited when you slowly wake.

The rabbit watches your eyes blink for a moment before shooting open. You stare at him, eyes wide with fear. Despite this... Bonnie's grin is wide and excited as he leans in closer.

He loves his best friend even more when they're awake... now the fun can truly begin...!

"Good Morning, my best friend...!"

[luvrsux]

umm umm hthis is my first time requesting something (the “ing” in requesting autocorrected to “nnghhh” help)

um im kind of like nervous idk but basicaly i had this idea UM so like i umm the reader is like she goes to like guitar and shes in like guitar class w/ law and basically your supposed to do a group project where u like learn a song with a group of 2 or more people but the reader and law are both socially awkward so theyre forced to pair together 😭😭 n then they become friends n sh idk

pelase and thank you!!

(you literally changed my life with your amazing fics)

thanks for the request! \(◦´-`◦)/♡

“This is Awkward”

word count: 3.8k

a/n: new layout omgggg?? and i CHANGED YOUR LIFE?? HELLO?? ilysm enjoy

summary: you meet law at a music class and neither of you know how to socialize, which is no brainer. after being forcefully bumped together to group you realize that the both of you seem to be very alike.

contents: fluff

‘If being socially awkward was a job, I’d be filthy rich…’

You thought while sweating bullets from your forehead just by sitting next to the man you’ve caught yourself staring at for weeks. Your body tensed up as if frozen solid and you couldn’t even bear to glance at the boy next to you. Your music teacher discussed the rules and guidelines of the new project you were groped into. How did your innocently enrolling into a music class for fun turn into you panicking about starting a conversation?

You worked wonders on the guitar ever since you were in single digits. Drums, trumpets, or violins never piqued your interest, but the famous chordophone instrument made sparkles grow in your eyes. Now, you enrolled in an afterschool guitar class for extra credit and to have fun. You were at the top of your class only to be in second place by none other than the culprit of your now skyrocketing nerves; Trafalgar Law.

Law enrolled in the class shortly after you did. He looked stone-cold and extremely intimidating, according to the rest of the students. They all feared him once they saw the printed ink on his fingers, hands, arms, and chest. His piercings on his ears and the one on his lip didn’t make it any better either, but the raven-haired boy seemed to not give a damn. He slouched in his seat without a care in the world until it was time to show off his talents. Everyone adored his musical ability as soon as he enchanted them with his talents like some sort of siren. You couldn’t lie, you were jealous, but his excruciatingly amazing good looks were making it really hard to hold a grudge.

Now, you were paired up with the man himself, and your teacher not only forced you to perform a song together but also sat next to each other for an open discussion before class ended. You could faintly smell his pine and cinnamon scent, the smell sending shockwaves through your body. You both heard the buzzing of conversation amongst your paired peers and realized you two were the only people who weren’t talking.

You heard Law clear his throat. It was apparent he was just as, if not more, awkward than you were. He folded his lips and glanced in the opposite direction while you gave him one quick glance. This was all too painful.

“So…” Law said lowly. The grumbling of his voice nearly startled you considering this man had very few words. You quickly turn to him only to turn away just as fast.

“So…” You say similarly. An amazing conversation you two shared, truly. Law felt like his body was about to explode and pulled on his crew neck sweater to let air flow through his chest.

“What… kind of song do you wanna do?” You ask awkwardly, your voice sounding similar to a robot. You saw Law click his tongue and left his mouth agape to think.

“Not sure…” He replied. ‘Was that it?’ You thought. You can clearly tell this man had very few friends growing up. He bounced his leg up and down as some sort of stim for his nerves.

“Okay this is like… really awkward…” You blurt out, your nerves only making your mouth more blunt. Your cheeks began to flush of pigment and you exhaled in slight laughter. Law nodded.

“Oh, absolutely” He agreed. His pensive demeanor seemed to relax once you began to recognize the thick tension between you two.

“Okay well erm… I’m (F/N)” You shakily held out a hand to the awkward boy only for him to eye it for a few moments. You flinched when you felt him finally grasp it.

“Law” He managed to crack a small smile when the awkwardness began to die down. You two shook hands before it was separated.

“We can do some sort of… duet? Do you also do vocals?” Your voice was low and timid, still not quite fully adjusted to speaking to someone you weren’t fond of. Law scratched the back of his neck nervously and avoided eye contact.

“I do… Sometimes…” He says as if he was ashamed or embarrassed by it. You didn’t expect such a dark and cold guy to be a singer.

“Cool, Me too…” You tried not to stammer or fumble on your words but he was making it really difficult. “Um… The teacher said we don’t have to make our own song” You shrugged.

“What are you insinuating?” Law asked, finally landing his cold eyes on you to hear you out. You lightly blush, seeing his entire face and how defined it is in front of you.

“I’m saying… We can just do a cover of a song… To save us the trouble and the uh” You fold your lips and gesture your hands. “Painful awkwardness…”

“Yeah, smart…” Law shrugged. He opened his mouth to say something, but quickly retracted. You could’ve sworn you saw a light tint of pink on his tan cheeks.

“My place or erm… Yours?” He asks, seeming as if he just asked you to do something horrible. You raised an eyebrow and felt your body temperature rise all of a sudden. ‘What? Why is he inviting me over all of a sudden?’

Law seemed to sense your concern and massive confusion with a blink of an eye and rolled his own.

“The teacher said we should meet up someplace outside here to work on it more” Law explained. Those directions were completely foreign to you. She must’ve said it while you were panicking internally just by sitting next to Law.

“Oh, right! Yeah, right…” You laugh nervously and try to create a facade that you knew the whole time, only making it more painfully awkward than before.

“We can… Do mine” You say, your fingers interlocking with each other out of nerves. Law nodded slowly at your statement.

“Cool” Law said lowly. He pulled out a sleek, noir device out of his pocket to unlock it. His screen was presented right in front of you with an empty contact. You stared at it, completely puzzled.

“Oh, right… My number” You say, grabbing his phone to type in your personal digits so you two can keep in touch. Your thumbs were practically vibrating while you moved them to type.

“Erm, here…” You handed his device back to a distracted Law, who seemed to be gazing out the window next to him before quickly turning his head to you.

“Oh, uh thanks,” He says, quickly smiling before tucking his phone away into his pocket. It was only polite for you to reciprocate the same thing—but you didn’t.

The teacher said it was time for everyone to depart and you couldn’t thank her enough for putting an end to the dreadful interaction. Law was quick to grab his bag and hook it onto his shoulder. You were right behind him before he stopped and rubbed his chin to finally face you.

“I’ll.. Text you when I get home… Kay?” He says. His body standing tall rather than sitting down like before was intimidating. He was practically a skyscraper compared to you. You gulped and nodded.

“Got it” You say, your voice slightly softened and you give him a false smile before quickly strutting past him. One simple guy made your body hotter than the surface of the sun, which is exactly how you’d describe his looks.

Despite his painfully terrible social skills, his looks were entirely different. His jawline was chiseled and his fingers were toned. His piercings perfectly fit his character as well as his tattoos. Not to mention the facial hair that did wonders to your brain. You hated how he was more talented than you but also how attractive he was. Surely he knew he could charm any girl he stumbled across but with social skills like that, it was only a fantasy for Law.

The cold breeze from the outdoors felt like paradise against your skin. Finally being able to get fresh air when you were drowning in Earthquaking nerves. But the nerves you once experienced back in class were nothing compared to the ones you’ll experience when Law comes over.

-

When he did, you stared up at him with doe eyes at the doorway. He wore different attire, a more loose and short-sleeved shirt. The only similarity was that he’d never retire the iconic dark color black. He scratched his head while he stood tall before you.

“Uh, hey” Law waved. You giggle out of nervousness before you side stepped aside to let the socially impaired man inside.

He looked inside your apartment like a lost puppy and kept his hands tucked into his jean pockets. He stood uncomfortably by your kitchen island while you locked your front door.

“Um…” You hum before turning to him. He seemed to be intrigued by the decor of your place or was finding any small excuse to avoid eye contact. “Thirsty? Hungry? I uh… Have snacks” You offer, approaching the kitchen only to brush past him. Law caught a whiff of your sweet perfume and it caused his cheeks to flare.

“Oh, how about some sandwiches?” You say with a smile, observing the ingredients you had to assemble the delicious treat. You turned your back to a cringing Law, as if you said the most vile words to ever exist on Earth.

“I don’t do sandwiches…” He grumbled. He felt more comfortable leaning against the table. You raised an eyebrow followed by turning your whole body towards him.

“What? Why?” You ask, quickly folding your arms. Now, you were suddenly craving a sandwich only for it to be stomped on by your awkward house guest.

“I don’t like bread?” Law says with a sassy tone. His tone made you wanna kick him square in his cold face but, of course, you retracted.

“So you’re picky? Gotcha’” You tease, grabbing two clear glasses and filling them up with fresh, purified water.

“It’s just bread. ‘Didn’t know you were an enthusiast for sandwiches” Law rolled his eyes and wrapped his hands around the glass to take a sip. You eyed his tattooed fingers, finally spelling out what they had said; “Death”. ‘Odd choice…’

“Sorry I wanted to make my house guest feel welcome” You grumble before taking a sip. You didn’t receive a word from Law, only a cold glance and a relieved exhale after drinking the beverage.

You walked over to your propped-up guitar that was splashed with stickers of bright colors. You plugged in the amp as well as the instrument itself.

“Oh, my bad…” Law said lowly. Besides bringing himself, he brought his own guitar. He sat by you on the couch, pulling out his instrument.

His sleek, black guitar contrasted dramatically with yours. You two sat in the living room with reasonable space but it still made you nervous. Law stood close by you, leaning over to plug in his guitar. You could practically feel his breath on your neck while he effortlessly plugged it in. You both shared quick eye contact before you quickly turned away. Law sat down in his seat to strum his guitar. It sounded perfectly tuned meanwhile you struggled to tune yours.

“Um… Need help?” Law watched you struggle for a few moments and you felt as if his eyes had daggers of judgment. You glared at him.

“Sure… I guess” You grumble in defeat. With those words, Law stood up to stand right beside you.

His inked hand wrapped on the headstock of the instrument and his fingers pinched the tuning pegs. He leaned over next to you, not quite knowing how close you two were. Law only got closer to strum the guitar. The sound didn’t seem to satisfy him, as he was still close to you to tune the guitar. You heard him grumble in his chest after hearing the wrong tuning.

“One sec” He murmured. He gave the guitar one last strum and it was music to both of your ears. It satisfied the both of you and you saw the cold man carve a smile. Meanwhile, you felt like your heart was about to pump out of your chest. Law looked at you, hoping to see a satisfied smile in hopes that he did a nice job but that was completely absent. As soon as he saw your flushed face and trembling expression, he realized how close he was. His face burned as he quickly moved aside.

“Sorry, I… Um,” He cleared his throat and adjusted his shirt awkwardly. He folded his lips before strutting off back to his seat, gripping the neck of his guitar firmly. If it were a real person, I’d be as bright as a plum in his grip.

“It’s… alright” You managed to finally say through the nerves and pure anxiety. A moment of silence lingered between you two like a swarming disease.

“I can show you my Spotify playlist… For song suggestions, I mean” Law says, already shuffling through his pockets for his phone. Your head perked up at his suggestion, not even considering his idea. Timidly extending your hand out to grab his phone, he anxiously placed it in your hand.

You silently grazed her eyes upon the long list of songs of different genres and artists. Law seemed to have a plethora of different tastes, being the type of person to listen to two totally different songs depending on his mood. Most of which you recognized, and you saw a recurring pattern of your favorite musical artist. The frequency of the songs popping up with each swipe indicated that Law, too, enjoyed that artist.

“You like them?” You presented the profile of the mentioned artist that Law seemed to be following already. His face grew red by your words, causing nothing but embarrassment to seep through his expression.

“Yeah, I guess…” Law stammered on his words and tried everything in his willpower to avoid keeping eye contact. You grew a bright smile at his response, relieved that you found something in common with the awkward man.

“Cool! I—uh… Really like them too” You say, swiping your finger across the screen to find a song that you liked most. Law’s expression softened.

“Oh?” Is all Law managed to say. He ran his fingers through his locks and cracked a small smile, just to put the pensive awkwardness to rest.

“I don’t know many people who know them” Law continues. You gave him a happy glance, the first time ever since you two first exchanged names.

“Me neither. Here, we can do this song then” You say, handing back Law’s personal device he itched for. The song presented in front of him was also a song he similarly enjoyed. He chuckled, the low noise sending chills down your spine.

“I’m down” He shrugged.

Your hands pulled up sheet music digitally on your laptop beside you. Law seemingly did the same through his own device so the both of you were all set. Your house echoed with music as a warmup, it mainly being Law doing a staircase exercise for his fingers. You watched his fingers move smoothly and rhythmically as if he didn’t even have to keep his eyes on the neck of his guitar to make sure his fingers were on the right notes. Law could beautifully tame his guitar with his eyes shut and on the back of his head if he wanted to. Law caught your gaze, almost falling into a similar one.

“Ready…?” He said lowly. You snapped out of your small daydream to focus on the assessment at hand. You clicked your tongue and nodded profusely.

“Yeah-! Yeah, let’s get started!”

You two practiced the song for the first time and it went smoothly. You loved Law’s vocals, slowly lowering your own voice so his own was more apparent. He really was some sort of siren in disguise. You were sworn that if you kept admiring his vocals and talents, you’d be locked under some sort of spell if you hadn’t already.

I start to drown out, forget the sunrise

Are we alone now?

This planet on repeat, left frozen, boiling heat

Too late to find out, too late to find out

And I don’t need love

Your hands hiccuped on the cords, causing the music to stumble to a temporary halt. You grumbled at the fact you messed up a single cord but softened once your eyes trailed on a concerned Law. He had his brows furrowed, looking for an answer at the sudden halt. He telepathically asked you what was up, as if it was clearly spoken in your ears.

“Can’t seem to do this cord… Sorry,” You reply. Law placed his instrument on the other end of the couch to approach you. Each step you took matched your pounding heartbeat. As his inked hand lowered to rest on your frail ones, you were ready to explode.

You watched Law’s silvered necklace dangle on his neck as he leaned down toward you. The swinging of it was enough to hypnotize you as if his charming looks and voice weren’t enough. Law moved your fingers on the correct positioning the sheet music instructed you to do.

“Now strum f’me” Law directed. You halt for a moment, staring up at him for what seemed like decades before you did as told. It was like Law had your body in a chokehold with how obediently you grazed your pick on the metal strings. The note echoed through the walls, Law was more than satisfied with the correct noise in comparison to the hiccuped sound you performed before.

“Thanks…” You murmured. Law took his eyes from your hands, that were now in control by his own, and made eye contact with you. His cheeks grew vibrant, quickly retracting his hands. This time, though, his distance was still pretty close.

“Sorry, I keep messing up and you have to help so much…” You say bashfully, setting the instrument aside. Law cleared his throat once again and scratched his neck. You were starting to notice something consistent.

“It’s alright—I mean, I don’t mind… Helping you, I suppose” Law seemed like an anxious pre-teen with the way he was talking. Truth is, your doe eyes and sweet scent altered the way he saw you. You were cute and shared similar ambitions, Law couldn’t help but feel like a nervous little boy around you.

“You sing… Really nicely, by the way,” You abruptly compliment him, and that nearly made his heart stop. He eyed the neighboring as if it were the most beautiful sight to ever exist.

“Yeah, you too… Thanks” Law tried to cover his vulnerability by rubbing his face, but it was apparent. His terrible social skills and how easy it was to make him flustered, he was more than nervous around you.

“No wonder you’re better than me… I can’t even tune my guitar” You bashfully say, relaxing your tensed body into the seat more comfortably. Law raised an eyebrow for a moment before interlocking his arms together.

“So? You’re great at playing and singing” Law complimented. Despite his nice words, his tone was the opposite. It was like slipping off tin ice, cold as ever.

“Be proud in your playing, ya do it pretty well. Better than everything Iv'e seen in that class at least” Law continues. The eye contact shared between you two during a short pause was bone-chilling. You gave a soft smile.

“Thanks, Law. You’re not so bad after all” You’ve completely relaxed since you met him for the first time. He was quite awful at socializing, but he seemed nothing less than a sweet boy underneath.

“Whaddya’ mean?” Law raised an eyebrow. He nonchalantly leaned his body against the armrest of your couch.

“You’re so painfully awkward, I was worried I’ll forever suffer from awkwardness” You put it blunt, considering there was no other way to put it. You saw Law’s eyes widen and quickly separate his gaze from you out of embarrassment.

“Right erm-… Sorry, I guess…” You giggle at his embarrassment which you suddenly find rather adorable. His contrasting cold nature paired with a nervous attitude, you couldn’t help but blush.

“Hey, how about we go out for some coffee to get to know each other better” You suddenly say. Your lips move uncontrollably to say those words, never once asking anyone out in your life. Not like you never wanted to, but the idea of explaining your feelings was nerve-wracking. You quickly snapped back to reality. “Not like-! A date or anything, just like… Um- Settling in?” You squeak.

Law stared at you with tinted cheeks and wide eyes. He stammered, trying to find the right words to say but to no avail. Law’s indecisiveness was enough for you to completely backtrack on your embarrassing idea.

“Sorry, Forget about it, don’t worry-“ You panicked but Law quickly cut your frantic sentence in half with a clear of his throat. Your face was as bright as a bell pepper.

“No, it’s alright It’s just-… Never really been asked out before” Law was trying everything in his power to cover his face from embarrassment. You stayed silent, but your brain was ricocheting with thoughts. ‘No one asked him out before? How? Look at him! Er- Well, that makes a lot of sense, actually…’

“I—… Accept. It’s a date then” Law adjusts his shirt, presumably because of the added body temperature his nerves provided. Truthfully, Law had been sweating bullets the moment he stepped foot into your home. He was sure you casted some sort of spell with the scent of your perfume.

You eyeball him with dumbfounded eyes. His words racked your brain and you were in disbelief that he actually accepted, let alone called it a date. You couldn’t help but decompress your nerves by laughing, which caused a flustered Law to stare at you

“Sorry, I was just so embarrassed that I didn’t think you’d say yes” You relaxed your composure. Law soon did the same and you both exchanged relieved giggles and chuckles. This day couldn’t get any more weird.

“How’s tomorrow afternoon sound? We can do more than just sit for coffee” You exhale, smiling in bliss rather than in discomfort like how you’ve been resorting to all evening. Law nodded. The pigment of his cheeks seemed to relax.

“Sounds good t’me” Law gave you a half smile, and something told you that this time it was genuine and not full of embarrassment. You giggle.

“Alright. And there will be no sandwiches, kay?” You joked, only to receive an eye roll of Law from pure sass. Knowing that you managed to make a playful joke about him was a sign that you two were now friends, and maybe more of it all goes well.

“How kind of you, (F/N)-ya. Let's get back to playing" He replied sarcastically. Law tried not to make an amused smile but his body was too weak. He couldn’t help but crack his lips into it while picking up his guitar into his hands.

“Don’t mess up this time” He winks. Your heart was sure to burst and your heart rate was off the rails. You giggled, cheeks moderately pigmented to display your feelings.

“Shut up”

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

The Gym Membership - Part 34 (Crosshair)

Summary: Time for some Fett-Taylor bonding time

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

Did everyone enjoy watching the Solar Eclipse? I hope it was beautiful, cause I was stuck inside. However, seeing the sky grow dark was really cool.

Anyway be safe, and for those interested, I'm working on the continuation of Not Ready.

Love oo

Warnings: Liquor, axe throwing discussion, body odour, discussion of not listening, obnoxious person, mentions of character death, slight bickering between partners, lovey-dovey behaviour, annoyance, flirting. I think that's it, if I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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The smell of wood, beer and sweat hit our noses like a punch in the face as our group walked in, the initial shock wore off and after a few minutes the smell wasn’t as overpowering. But it certainly wasn’t something any of us expected. 

It’d been two weeks since I spoke with Mel and organized our axe throwing night, she was incredibly excited, apparently they all were. 

And in honour of Avery, they all decided to wear a black crepe armband, it was apparently a tradition in the military and something that really touched my heart when Crosshair slid the armband on my arm.

“Gone but never forgotten. Avery will always be with us.” His voice was low and solemn, as he offered me a soft smile and a nod, before moving off to the side.

I wish I had thought of that but the military was always Avery's playing field. Not mine.

“Welcome guys, to Battle Axe Throwing. You guys have a reservation?” The young hostess greeted us, she was about 19 or 20 and full of youthful pep.

Mel stepped forward, talking to the young woman who greeted us, answering all her questions, before another young man walked us over to our reserved spot. 

“Hey guys, my name’s R.J., short for Robert James, you can call me R.J., Rob, Robbie, Jay or James. Just don’t call me late for dinner.” He chuckled at his own joke, we joined in, laughing with him mostly out of politeness. 

However, I noticed neither Crosshair, nor Hunter seemed impressed by him. 

I could understand why, he looked like one of those guys who clearly spent too much time at the gym and felt that he deserved everyone’s attention just because he had a good physique. 

Not that that mattered much with this group, seeing as all the guys had a good physique, but then again that made sense since they owned a gym. Actually, it was a little embarrassing, how RJ kept trying to make a point with his muscles, he even tried to cross his arms over his chest to show off his biceps, only for Wrecker to subtly imitate him with a smirk. 

A few of us had to stifle the laugh that wanted to erupt at RJ's ego crashing as he looked from Wrecker's muscles to his own.

Mel, on the other hand, simply beamed with pride as she rested her head on her husband's bicep, while she gently rubbed his arm. It was adorable how in love those two were. 

She told me over drinks when we first got to know one another, how they met, how it was practically love at first sight, and it made me wonder if I’d ever have that kind of spark with anyone upon initially meeting them. 

“Probably needs that many names to handle all the women he’s seeing simultaneously.” Sophie whispered to Tech, pulling me out of my spiral, as I heard Tech laugh at her jab. 

According to Zai, Tech was starting to open up a little more, since his wife passed away … or fiancée … I wasn’t exactly sure what their relationship was. Not that it mattered one way or another as they both had been in love, and were in a committed relationship — I couldn’t help notice how each of them found the great love of their lives. 

A small spark of jealousy ignited in my heart, as the loneliness from the past several years sprang up. I pushed it aside and focused on the here and now. 

“Now, how many here have thrown an axe before?” RJ held three axes in his hand as he looked at each of us.

Everyone except Mel, Sophie and myself raised their hands. It was amusing to see everyone simultaneously turn and focus on Zai for an explanation.

“What?” She asked as she looked around, “I do have work gatherings, you know. It’s not that out of the realm of possibility. We went to an axe throwing event a few months ago.” She tapped Hunter's shoulder as she focused her attention on him, her eyes settling on him with deadly precision, “And Hunter, love, why are you looking at me shocked when I told you all about that night. In detail.” She looked at him arching her eyebrow, “Were you not listening to me, when I was speaking?” 

“What? No. Of course not, cyare.” He looked at all of us for help, “It’s not that … I wasn’t listening … um, it's that … it was a few months ago … I forgot.” He stumbled over his words as he rubbed the back of his neck offering a sheepish smile. He leaned closer, shifting his arms to wrap them around her waist, “You know I always listen to what you have to say.” He smiled, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek, as he held her close letting out a relieved sigh.

Wrecker patted his back as he whispered, in a not so quiet voice “Good job.”

“Mmhmm.” She pursed her lips out of irritation.

RJ looked like a man caught in the middle of a lover's spat, his eyes widened, filled with fear, it looked like he was trying to find a place to hide. However, once Hunter seemed to have calmed down Zai, RJ cleared his throat and directed his attention elsewhere, “Okay… anyway. Right, so we have some pros with us, and some newbies, either way, welcome guys to Battle Axe Throwing.”

Crosshair was getting annoyed with Robert James and also being with his family. Not that he didn’t love them, but sometimes he didn’t want to be around a lovey-dovey couple or one that was at the beginning steps of a fight. Instead, he chose to tune them all out and focus on the space the axe throwing gym … warehouse … whatever it’s defined itself as, was occupying. It was a good size, there were several lanes already in use. He could see a few couples, some were very affectionate, others were on the verge of a fight. Cross tilted his head as he watched the couples.

“What is it?” Mel asked as she whispered to Cross.

“I think the saw dust and the sharp weaponry is either fuelling people’s desires or releasing their pent up anger.” He motioned towards two couples who were side by side. One couple were all over each other, while the other one was doing their best to keep their voice down. 

“I see what you mean.”

Of course, there wasn’t only couples, there were even some groups of friends, but it was mostly empty. Not surprising, really seeing as how they had to drive an hour just to get there. 

The one thing that had surprised him, was seeing how well Layla got along with everyone, not that it was a complete or horrible surprise, it just threw him off. Slightly. After only knowing her bitter and angry side for so long, it jarred him how easy they were able to get along once her walls came down. After the run in at the coffee shop, they had started texting somewhat regularly. Mostly talking about Avery or about workout techniques, sometimes about life. 

Either way, it was nice to get to know the woman who had helped him take care of Avery for so long. He hoped rather than expected, they’d become friends at the very least.

“Alright, beautiful girl in the front,” RJ smiled as he walked up to me, trying to be full of swagger, “Why don’t you show us your first throw. I’ll just make sure you guys are all set and then I’ll leave you to it.” He smiled as he guided me to the target we would be using.

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Fate Charles Leclerc Story…

…Chapter 11…

Waking up felt like a dream... like a pinch me moment... 

I never thought someone like Charles would ever express interest in me. Charles was a world famous racer and I was just an ordinary girl from Miami Florida. What did he even see in me? The self doubt was starting to set in... Charles was this handsome, funny, kind man... and I was just an ordinary girl who worked as a nanny. 

We spent the night cuddling in bed talking until we both had fallen asleep. I had fallen asleep wrapped up in Charles arms with my back pressed against his chest the weight of Charles arm resting on my waist. 

For the first time in forever, I fell asleep feeling safe and cared for. There was something about Charles that made me feel so comfortable and safe since the moment I met him. 

Everything with him just felt right like there was an invisible string pulling us together from the moment we met at the airport... almost as if we were destined to be together. 

From the moment I met Charles he has done nothing but prove to me that he is a gentleman... I had only known Charles for less than a month and he was proving to me he was nothing like my past relationships. 

I could feel Charles start to stir in his sleep as he wrapped his arms tighter around me slowly pulling me closer into his chest, sighing in content.   A faint smile forming on his face as I kissed his forehead. 

Flashbacks of the night before fresh in my mind... we spent most of the day cuddled on the couch as we discussed our childhood memories... our goals and dreams. We sat for hours talking and enjoying each others company. 

Charles even tried to impress me with his cooking skills as he made pasta for dinner. Everything felt different in regards to Charles... and for the first time in forever I felt cared for and happy. 

"Morning Belle," whispered Charles, his voice raspy as he slowly started to wake up, "God you're so beautiful." 

Charles leaning forward to his my forehead as he sighed happily... he still couldn't believe that I was finally his. He had dreamed about last night since the moment he met you and it was better then he could have ever imagined. 

I rolled over slightly so that Charles and I were facing each other. I reached up with my hand and brushed the hair out of Charles eyes before kissing his lips lightly. I couldn't help but giggle as I pulled away from the kiss, as Charles had an adorable pout on his face as soon as your lips left his. 

"Mmm...more kisses." He moaned as he pulled your lips back onto his, deepening the kiss. "That's better." He said as soon as your lips left his once again.

"Am I dreaming or are you really here?" Questioned Charles jokingly  as he started to pinch himself. 

I couldn't contain my giggle as I said "yes, I'm really here."

"Can we just stay in bed all day?" Questioned Charles just as his cell phone started ringing from it place one the bedside table. 

Groaning Charles rolled over and picked up the phone, "Bonjour maman. Comment vas-tu?" he said sweetly into the phone. (Good Morning Mom. How are you?)

My eyes slightly widened as I heard Charles start talking to his mom... I wonder if she had also seen the new paper article. 

"Je vais bien Charles. C'est la fille dont tu me parlais ? La fille de l'aéroport ?" (Im good Charles. Is that the girl you were telling me about? The girl from the airport?)

Charle winked at me, "Oui maman. Je lui ai finalement demandé d'être ma petite amie." (yes mom. I finally asked her to be my girlfriend.)

"tu avais l'air si heureux sur la photo du journal. Quand puis-je la rencontrer?" (you looked so happy in the picture from the news paper. When can I meet her?)

"Je ne connais pas maman... Peut-être bientôt ?"  Charles said as he kissed my forehead, and started to play with fingers with the hand that was not holding the phone. (I dont know Mom...Maybe soon?)

"Ce soir Charles... Je préparerai même ton plat préféré." (Tonight Charles...I will even make your favourite food. )

"Mais maman." Charles started to say before getting cut off by his mom.  (But Mom)

"Je ne prends pas non comme réponse Charles." Pascal said before hanging up the phone.  (Im not taking No as an answer Charles.)

Charles shook his head laughing as he set his phone back on the bedside table and kissed my lips. 

"My mom wants to meet you tonight..." Charles said as he studied my face hoping for a good reaction to what he had just told me. 

"Really?" I questioned, "I would love to meet her." I leaned in to kiss him once again on the lips. 

"Are you sure? I know its pretty early into our relationship to be meeting my mom." Questioned Charles with a big smile on my face. 

"Yes Im sure Charles, I want to meet the women who raised you to be such a gentleman." I said as I smiled at him.

"Why are you so perfect Belle?" Charles said as he looked at me with such admiration in his eyes. 

I blushed at his words and I smiled at him, "when are we heading to your moms house?"

"Whenever we want... she didn't give me a time. " Charles said smiling at me. 

"Oh My God... I hope she likes me." I said as panic started to sink in... "what should I wear?"

"Belle, she is going to love you. Your amazing." Charles said as he gave ne a reassuring smiles. "as for clothing, I like what your wearing now," teases Charles. 

I couldn't help but roll my eyes, currently I was wearing my underwear and one of Charles Ferrari t-shirts that was two sizes to big for me. 

"I don't think I should have my ass showing when I meet your mom." I said as I sat up in bed. 

"Fine..." teased Charles as he stood up from bed... he leaned down and kissed my forehead before he made his way to the doorway heading into the hallway. "I'll be right back, stay there princess." 

"Okay," you giggled as you shook your head smiling... it honestly felt like you were in a dream. 

Not to long after Charles disappeared into the kitchen he came back holding a tray filled with two coffees and some cut up fruits with some yogurt and granola. 

You couldn't help the gasp that escaped your lips at the sight of Charles looking as sexy as ever wearing only shorts carrying some breakfast in bed for you. No one has ever done something like this for you before. 

"For you my Belle," Charles said as he placed the try down in front of you. Quickly climbing into bed so that his back was touching the backboard of his bed. Smiling he pulled you into his arms so that you were sitting in front of him in between his legs so that your back was up against his chest. 

"Thanks Charles," I said as I leaned up and kissed the base of his neck snuggling into the warmth of his body, before reaching down and picking up a piece of fruit placing it in-front of Charles lips so that he could have a bite. Smiling as he took a bite of the strawberry.

"My turn," Charles said as he reached down and picked up a piece of cut up pineapple and placed it in my mouth. 

"Mmm, my favourite,"  I said as a soft moan escaped my lips as soon as the sweet pineapple was placed in my mouth. 

"Belle," he groaned at the sound of the moan escaping my lips. 

I smirked at him, before reaching forward to pick up one of the two coffee mugs that were sitting on the tray. 

I couldn't help but feel at ease as Charles and I sat eating breakfast in bed and sipping coffee as we sat talking. 

Charles had to leave for a training session with Andre, so we said goodbye to each other and headed our separate ways. 

By the time I got back to the apartment Lucy was also arriving. We shook our heads laughing as we opened the door of the apartment 

"Well...well...well...what do we have here?" joked Max shaking his head as both Lucy and I arrived back home. 

"Oh Max, Leave the poor girls alone," Kelly teased as she also walked into the room where we were all standing. 

"So Elle?" Questioned Kelly, curious to know how last nights conversation went after I had gotten the advice from her especially  because I didn't come home last night. 

"Well...I'm officially  joining the F1 WAG group," I replied with a big smile on my face as I remembered the night before. 

"Woohoo," Kelly exclaimed as she pulled me in for a big hug "I'm so freaking happy for you, you deserve all the happiness in the world." 

" What!" Exclaimed Lucy as she gave me a look to spill the tea, "Apparently I missed a lot last night."

"Charles asked me to be his girlfriend last night," I  said as I gave Lucy a grin. "How was your night with Lando?" 

Instantly Lucy started blushing, "it was amazing Elle.. we just sat and talked the whole night until we both fell asleep cuddling on his couch." 

"I'm so happy for you Luce." I said as I gave her a big hug. 

"He is so different Elle, he's not like any other guy I have ever been on a date with. He actually seemed interested in getting to know me better instead of just wanting sex from me." 

Lucy didn't really have a good track record when it came to dating. Most of the guys she went on dates with only wanted one thing, and as soon as they got it they would end up ghosting her. They would only put in enough effort to get what they wanted and then they disappeared into the night... never to be heard from again. 

Lucy has a heart of gold and anyone would be lucky to be with her, and my only hope is that Lando also realizes what an amazing women she is. 

"Okay... I think this is my cue to leave," joked Max as he stood up from the couch and made his way towards the front door, kissing Kelly before heading out to meet up with his trainer. 

Laughing as Max left the apartment I turned my attention back to the ladies, "I need both of your help."

"Ooh what do you need help with?" Asked Kelly intrigued. 

"I'm meeting Charles mom tonight... she phoned Charles this morning and demanded that he bring me over to meet me." 

"No way!" Gasped Lucy in shock "your meeting his mother already."

"Ooh you are going to love Pascale" Kelly said as she smiled at Elle. "I've met her a couple of times she is amazing." 

"Jeez, I'm so nervous... I need some help picking out an outfit."

"Don't worry Elle, we will find you the perfect outfit." Kelly said as she grabbed your hand and started dragging you towards her closet.

"Okay, I'm thinking Jeans with a really cute sweater. What do you think Lucy?" Kelly said as soon as we step into her huge walk in closet. 

"Ooh paired with a pair of cute heel booties." Suggested Lucy as she looked at all the different pairs of shoes Kelly owned. 

"Here," Kelly said as she shoved the clothing into my arms, lightly pushing me towards her bathroom door. 

Laughing at my two best friends I made my way into the bathroom to try on the outfit. 

Stepping out of the bathroom, I made my way over to the mirror to see what the outfit looked like on. It was the perfect outfit... the prefect mixture of cute and conservative.

As soon as I got the text from Charles saying that he was ready to go. I grabbed my purse and made my way downstairs to meet Charles in the lobby. 

Charles eyes lit up as soon as he stepped out of the elevator and locked eyes with me. "Elle, you look so beautiful," 

Within seconds Charles was standing in front of me pulling me into his arms and kissing me on the forehead murmuring just loud enough for me to hear him 'I'm such a lucky guy.'  

Charles looked as handsome as ever wearing blue jeans, a white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. 

"Thanks Charles, you look handsome," I said as looked up at my boyfriend. 

I couldn't help but check out my hot boyfriend. I still couldn't believe that one of the worlds hottest drivers was my boyfriend. Surely I was one of the luckiest women in the world. 

"You ready to go my belle?" 

Nodding my head, Charles gave me a smile as he grabbed my hand slowly bringing it to his lips before placing a gentle kiss on my hand. Winking at me before moving his hand towards the lower part of my back, Gently leading me towards the parking garage.  

Charles stopped in front of a red Ferrari and opened the door for me. I couldn't help  the shocked expression on my face as I sat down in the Ferrari, I had never been in such a nice car before. 

Charles couldn't help but laugh at my expression as he shut my door and made his way to the drivers seat. 

 "Babe, you're going to have to get used to driving in style." Charles teased as he put the car in drive and made his way out of the parking garage and into the busy streets of Monaco.  

Watching Charles drive through the streets of Monaco was so hot and the way he concentrated on the roads made me melt into a puddle. It didn't help that while he was driving he had one hand on the steering wheel while the other hand rested on my thigh as he absentmindedly rubbed up and down on my thigh.

We listened to the radio as we drove through the streets of Monaco, Charles pointing out things for me to see while we drove to his mothers house. 

"Who will be at your moms place tonight?" I questioned randomly as the nerves started to kick in... holy shit I was meeting Charles mother the day after we made it official and a month after our first meeting. 

"My mother Pascale, and I think maybe my younger brother Arthur who still lives at home," Charles said as he looked over at me and smiles reassuringly. 

"Hey..." I teased "Eyes on the road mister...you're carrying precious cargo." 

"Don't worry... I'm an excellent driver!" Joked Charles as he stepped on the gas pedal making the car jolt at the sudden increase in speed. Causing me to jump in my seat I shook my head at my crazy boyfriend as laughter filled the car. "Plus it's my job to drive fast belle." 

"Maybe we should talk to Max about driving slower every once in awhile  so that you can have the fastest car, " I teased Charles as I stuck my tongue out at him. I may not know much about racing but I did know Redbull has one of the fastest cars on the circuit. 

"Im deeply offended," teased Charles as he lifted his hand of my thigh and placed it on his chest. 

"We are here," Charles said as he pulled up in front of a beautiful house. 

Before we could even step out of the car, the front door flew open as Pascal rushed out waving at us. 

"You ready?" Questioned Charles as he reached over an gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, before he opened his door and stepped out of the car. 

Taking a deep breath, I slowly opened the door. Charles rushing over to me to help me get out of the car. I could hear Pascal awe at the sight of her son helping his girlfriend getting out of the car. 

"Bonjour Maman," Charles said as we walked up the steps to where she was standing waiting for us. 

 Before I could even finish climbing up the stairs I was being pulled into her arms, her arms engulfing me in a big hug. The second Pascales arms wrapped around my body I instantly  felt at home and comfortable.

"Oh my Elle, you're so beautiful my dear. How did my son get so lucky...." Pascale said as she pulled away from the hug so that she could hug Charles, "blink three times if he is holding you hostage." She teased as she reached up and pinched her sons cheeks. 

"Very funny Mom," blushed Charles as he shook his head at his mothers joke. 

"I mean... she is definitely out of your league bro," Charles younger brother Arthur said as he stepped into the door way holding his hand out towards me so that I could shake his hand, "Hello Elle, Im Arthur the better looking and more talented Leclerc brother."

Before I could reach my hand out to shake his hand, Charles pushed my hand away "don't touch that" he teased "Im not sure where that hand has been."

I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips as I watched the two brothers interact with each other. 

"Boys," Pascale called out putting a stop to the shoving match that the boys were just about to start, "Behave, I don't want Elle to think I raised animals instead of men." 

"Sorry mom," both boys said as they looked over at Pascale. 

"Come on Elle,"  Pascale said as she grabbed my hand and led me into her beautiful house. 

As we walked further into the house I could hear Arthur tell Charles how beautiful I was and that he was lucky to be with someone so pretty. 

"So dear, how is are you? Is my son treating you well?" Pascale said as she lead me towards the couch in the living room. 

"Im doing good Mrs. Leclerc." I said smiling at Charles mom. "Charles is a perfect gentleman, you raised him well" I added as I watched Charles walk into the living room and  sit down beside me on the couch. 

"Oh Elle, please call me Pascale... Mrs. Leclerc makes me feel old." 

"You are old mom," teased Arthur as he sat down beside his mother on the couch. Which earned him a gentle slap to the back of the head from mother.

"Ouch... So how are you liking Monaco," questioned Arthur as he rubbed his head in the spot his mom had just smacked him. 

"Im really loving it, everyone I have met here have been super nice." I responded as I looked over towards Arthur and Pascale smiling. 

"Oh Im so glad," Pascale said as she reached over towards my hand in a reassuring gesture, "Charles has mentioned how you guys first met... it's absolutely adorable that you guys kept running into each other." 

I could feel Charles arm wrap around me as he pulled me closer into his sides, "Im just glad I kept running into you... it took me a couple run ins to finally get the courage to ask you out." Charles said just before he kissed me on the forehead. 

Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Pascale had lifted her hand towards her chest with a happy expression on her face as she watched her middle son interact in a loving way with his new girlfriend, while Arthur was pretending to gag. 

"Im just glad he got his head out of his ass," Joked Arthur "you should have heard him the whole flight home... complaining about how stupid he is for not getting your name or number." 

Charles rolled his eyes at his brothers behaviour and reached for the pillow beside him and threw it at Arthur smacking him right in the face. 

The shocked look on Arthur's face made everyone burst out laughing.

"Oh Elle, do you think you can handle my crazy family?" Pascale asks with a big grin on her face. 

Laughing I replied, "yes.. I think my family is even crazier then yours if that is possible... you should see how me and my sister behave when we are together."  

"Then I think you are going to make an excellent addition to our crazy family." Pascale said as she shook her head at her sons. You could see how much Pascal loved her boys and how happy it made her to have her boys at home with her. 

"Where is Lorenzo?" Asked Charles as he started looking around the house wondering where his older brother was. 

"He's on a work trip." Pascale answered as she smiled at her middle son and his girlfriend, "he told me to tell you that he is sorry he isn't here and that he can't wait to meet the women who has made his little brother smile again." 

I looked over towards Charles with a questioning look. Was he not happy before he met me?

"Before I met you I was having a rough patch... especially because I was struggling on the race track and in my personal life." Charles said as he gave me a reassuring smile.

"We hated Charles ex girlfriend," mumbled Arthur just loud enough so that Pascal and I could here. Thankful Charles didn't hear or Arthur would have gotten another pillow to the head. 

"Maybe Elle will be your lucky charm" suggested Pascale as she observed how her middle son and his girlfriend were interacting with each other. She could already tell that her son had met his match and that Elle seemed like the perfect person for her son. 

"Elle, are you excited to be going to the races this year?" Asked Arthur

"Very excited, though I think I will be in the red-bull hospitality and Garage with Penelope and Kelly most of the weekends." I said as I looked over towards Charles, wondering how he would feel about his girlfriend spending most of her time in the red-bull area of the paddock instead of in the Ferrari area with him. 

"Oh Belle, I think I will be able to convince Max to let you be in my garage during the races" Charles said with a determined look on his face. "Im not going to let him take away my good luck charm." Charles added as he gave me a wink, instantly I could feel a blush start to creep up my face. 

"When did you become such a romantic," teased Arthur as he looked over towards his brother, the look of admiration present on his face. 

"The moment I found Elle," replied Charles as he winked at me. 

God... why is this man so hot when he winks at me like that... i could feel the blush start to form as I looked away from Charles gaze. 

"Oh no!" Pascale exclaimed as she stood up quickly from the couch. "I've been so distracted with getting to know Elle, I forgot to offer you something to drink."

"It's okay mom," Charles said as he stood up from the couch as well "you sit down Arthur and I will go get us all something to drink." 

As Charles started to walk out of the room he turned and winked at me before  continuing on into the kitchen 

"Thanks boys" Pascale said as she sat back down on the couch. 

"Thank you Elle, I have never seen my son so happy. For a long time the only thing that would bring him happiness and put a smile on his face was racing. Ever since the death of my husband he has been very guarded especially when it come to his heart. I think it is because he is terrified to lose another loved one. Even when he was with his ex-girlfriend Tessa you could tell he was holding back on loving her. You have only been in his life for less than a month and you have changed his outlook on finding love." 

As I listened to Pascale talk I couldn't help the tears that started to roll down my face.

"Oh Honey," Pascale said as she pulled me into her arms, giving me a sense of comfort as I thought about everything that Charles has went through with the death of his father, and everything that Pascal went through when her husband passed away...  leaving her to take care of her three boys all alone. 

"He saved me too,"  I said as the realization hit me, I may have saved Charles but he had also saved me. Especially after everything that Jake had put me through. 

Charles came back into the room carrying a bottle of white wine, Arthur following closely behind carrying four wine glasses. 

As soon as Charles locked eyes with me from across the room he could tell that I had been crying. With a concerned look on his face he rushed over to where I was sitting and pulled me into his arms whispering 'are you okay?' 

Nodding my head yes, instantly feeling comforted by the fact Charles was sitting down beside me once again.  Charles wasted no time resting his arm around my shoulder, grinning as he absentmindedly began rubbing his thumb up and down my arm as my body melted into his embrace. 

Once Charles noticed that I was okay, he reached forward and began pouring the wine into the glasses, handing everyone a glass when he was finished. 

"To love... Happiness... and winning some races." Charles said as he held his glass of wine in the air 

"Cheers," everyone said as we all took a sip of our wine.

From across the room I could see Arthur studying his big brothers moments. A big smile on his face as he watched his brother interact with Elle, he had never seen his brother so happy. Growing up Charles had always been his role model and mentor on and off the track. The brothers both working hard to achieve their dreams, and now that Charles had achieved his dream of driving in formula one, he could see his older brothers dreams evolving as they got older and older. Charles made it perfectly clear that his next goal besides winning the world racing championship was to get married and start a family. The minute Arthur met Elle, he knew that Charles was going to accomplish his goal of finding his wife sooner then they both thought, and it would not surprise him if Charles and Elle got engaged by the end of the year.

"Mom, why don't we just order a pizza?" Suggested Charles, "That way you can relax and not have to worry about cooking." 

"Ooh..." answered Pascale her eyes widened at the idea of having pizza for dinner and not having to cook, "but the restaurant we order pizza from doesn't deliver so one of us will have to go pick it up." 

"I can pick it up mom," Charles offered "Elle do you want to come with? Or you can stay with my mom." 

"I will stay with you mom Charles, Im really loving getting to know her better." 

"Arthur why don't you go with your brother, that way Elle and I can have some girl time," 

"We should probably order the pizza soon," suggested Charles as he look at the time on his watch. 

"Yes we should. Elle is it okay if we order Charles favourite pizza?" Questioned Pascale "I promised him on the phone this morning that if he came tonight, I would make him his favourite meal." 

"Of course," I said as I could feel Charles looking at me with a look that made me want to melt from happiness. 

"You are going to love it." Charles said with a big smile on his face as he thought of his favourite pizza. 

Pascale quickly pulled out her phone from her pocket and phoned the restaurant ordering the pizza. 

Hanging up the phone she looked over at Charles and Arthur, "Boys the pizza will be ready for pick up in 20 minutes, maybe you guys should leave in the next couple of minutes. Its about a fifteen minute drive to the restaurant from here." 

"Okay, ladies we will be back soon," Charles said has he stood up from his spot on the couch, leaning down and kissed my lips, before heading towards his mom to kiss her cheek. 

Charles walked over towards the door, where his car keys were hanging and made his way to his car. 

"Bye Ladies," Arthur said as he followed his brother out the door. 

"God, I never thought they would leave," Joked Pascale as she smiled at me. 

Pascale and I sat down on the couch and chatted about anything that came into our minds. I felt so comfortable with her that I even told her about everything that happened with Jake. Just like Charles, Pascale made me feel comfortable and safe the moment I met her. Pascale was an amazing person and I could already tell that her and I would have a good relationship. 

Time seemed to fly by when I was with the Leclerc family, and before we knew it Charles Ferrari pulled into the driveway. 

Seconds later Charles walked into the house carrying two bouquets of flowers in his hands as Arthur carried in the two boxes of pizza. 

"For the two beautiful women in my life," Charles said as he walked over towards both Pascale and me. 

I couldn't help the gasp that escaped my lips as I watched Charles walk into the house carrying the most beautiful bouquet of flowers I had ever seen in my life... flowers are not cheap and they mist have cost a fortune. 

Pascale quickly walked up to Charle and grabbed the flowers, saying a quick thank you as she followed Arthur into the kitchen to set the table for dinner.

"For you," murmured Charles as he walked closer to where I was now standing. Holding the bouquet in one hand and pulled me close with the other. 

"Thanks Babe," I said shocked that Charles had bought me some flowers. 

"Anything for you mon Cheri," Charles said as he leaned down and kissed my lips softly. 

I melted into his kiss as fireworks once again went off in my body, it felt like time had stopped and that there was no one but be and Charles. 

"Uh hum," Arthur said clearing his throat trying to get both Charles and my attention. "Im sorry to interrupt your love fest but dinner is on the table." Arthur added as he teased his brother. 

Pulling away from the kiss I could help by laugh at the look on Charles face, he was very annoyed that Arthur interrupted his kiss with you. 

"Don't worry Elle, we will get him back one day... he just needs to find a girlfriend that will tolerate him," teased Charles as he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the kitchen.

[sirianasims]

Being a dad gave me a new appreciation for things. I loved the raw beauty of Brindleton Bay, which was much more interesting than the suburbs of Newcrest where I grew up, but it excited me even more to see it through Freya’s eyes.

The night before Winterfest, I took her out for a little walk, bundled up in warm clothes. We looked at the snow falling quietly in the dark. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

This was the first winter Freya had been old enough to really appreciate snow, and her excitement was infectious. I felt like I had been taking snow for granted until now.

She giggled and tried to catch the falling snowflakes with her little hands, and I hugged her tight.

I didn’t know it was possible to love someone this much.

Winterfest morning was beautiful. Everything was covered in fresh snow and Brindleton Bay looked like a postcard.

My parents had come all the way from Newcrest to spend Winterfest with us, and I was excited to see them. It had been a few months since their last visit and they weren’t getting any younger. I wanted Freya to spend as much time with her grandparents as possible.

Katherine and I played our roles perfectly. I didn’t want my parents to worry, so I never discussed our relationship with them, but I think they suspected that things weren’t great. They were always very kind towards Katherine, but never seemed especially fond of her.

They adored Freya, though. My father didn’t even take off his coat before tossing her into the air to make her laugh.

My mother wanted a family portrait. Katherine immediately volunteered to take one.

Months later, when it was all too late, I would think back to this day and wonder if she had kept herself out of the picture on purpose.

But during Winterfest, I thought nothing of it. I was busy spending time with my family.

Dinner went well. I updated my parents on the clinic, but Katherine and I mostly told them about Freya. How many words she knew by now, all the funny things she had said and done since their last visit.

Katherine and I both had a lot of practice putting on a performance to make things seem normal by now, but I wondered if my parents sensed that we were trying a little too hard.

It made me happy and a little bit envious to see the obvious love between my parents, even after over 25 years of marriage. I hoped they would set a better example for Freya than Katherine and I did.

My father was entertaining us with some of the most outrageous divorce lawsuits he’d seen in his career.

Katherine and I weren’t married, and I had often wondered if it would be better if we simply broke up, stopped pretending. But I knew exactly what would happen.

She would take Freya with her, and I would at best get to see my daughter half the time – if I was extremely lucky. I couldn’t risk that.

I had considered asking my father what rights I would have, but I knew there was no good solution except staying with Katherine. Even if I could somehow keep Freya to myself, she would just lose her mother instead. I couldn’t do that to either of them.

Once more, I pushed away any thoughts of leaving Katherine. I had to keep going. For my daughter.

For Freya.

A few weeks after Winterfest, I woke up in the middle of the night. At first I wasn’t sure what woke me up, but then I heard Katherine in the bathroom.

It sounded like she was crying, trying to be quiet. I put my arm on her pillow. Still warm, she couldn’t have been gone for long.

Then I noticed that she’d left her phone behind. The screen was still on, and my curiosity got the better of me.

She had been chatting to Kailani. I only had time to read Katherine’s last message as I heard her blowing her nose in the bathroom. It simply said:

“Thank you both, but I can’t do this anymore. I’m leaving him.“

Shit.

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[i-never-forgot]

so, heres the long winded ramble i promised for the comic of yours that i absolutely adored, that being 'inexplicable dread', and i wanna point my attention towards the fourth page specifically (also im not sure if i was supposed to send this on asimplearchivist or here so im sending it here just in case...):

so, there is a LOT to unpack here, but i wanna start with my favorite part: the absolute dread that eliana felt after seeing dusknoir's true (yet hidden) colors and her just bolting out of spindas as soon as the vision ends. it's one thing to be unreasonably afraid or stingy around someone, almost the way she was when he first approached her and lu at the first page; but what do you do when the fear is *justified*? and thats where i wanna draw my next point:

denial.

it was hard to assume that dusknoir was truly capable of doing what he was about to do, and it would be even more frightening to see that act used against the two of them with such raw malice and intent; and it all falls apart when she is the only one to have seen it after her unreasonable fear of him cleared away, and he has shown to not be as bad as she had imagined. dusknoir has shown himself to be a humble man, even with his celebrity status, and for what he was and how he acknowledged how frightening his species and kind is, he did not hold it as a bitter grudge for eliana's fear of him. he was no cold hearted ruthless mercenary, he was a kind, great man. the great dusknoir, the explorer who could do no harm. and after he went out of his way to show truly great he was; oh, how much he truly cared, it was enough to get her to think that maybe the dimensional scream, in this particular case, was wrong. after all, if someone has truly showed you that they care about you, your interests, and have shown such urgent concern to your well-being that they went to save you from an impending death you were not aware of, would you really assume they are capable of hurting you? would you ever believe that their soft, gentle hands could harm, kill and tether? no. dusknoir has shown that he was far better than any spineless outlaw. he was kind. he was honest. he.. would never deceive anyone. he just wouldn't.

and that brings me to my final point: proving the point.

i think there is truly something fascinating about the great concern that dusknoir displayed in eliana's reaction after she fled from the scene, claiming and wondering who would want to hurt a brilliant lady such as her. and yet, he does not know that he will be the one to deliver that fear to her. and right now, he does not know that she saw him do something so heinous, so unforgivable that will forever change the way she views him in the life that will follow. he will play along and act like someone who has truly cared (he always did, and he still does), yet he does not know that his words will only serve as empty, cold noise that will soon suffocate her from the betrayal that will follow. his warmth and displays of affections will mellow her heart, unaware that those words will bind her heart in anger and rage. rage over what he does not know he will have to do. and sooner enough, the deed he will carry out will prove her previous fears right. little by little, he only played further and further into this game of pretend, unaware of the life-damning consequence that will follow when he shows her that trusting him was the biggest mistake eliana could have ever made. but all that can be heard now is worried tension and furrowed brows of concerns; as the killer is still alive, and he takes the shape of a gripper pokemon.

You're totally fine! I generally direct discussions about my PMD AU to this sideblog so I don't clog up my main for my non-PMD followers! :)

I agree with all of this. You are spot-on. Please let me ramble about them too oh my god I have so many feelings about this creatures

This particular Dimensional Scream is an unusual one for Eliana. Every single one she got before was a bit more vague (bits of conversation or brief glimpses, as we see in-game), but this one was startlingly clear: it was as if she experienced it exactly during the moment she received it. This is partially why she's so disoriented when she comes out of it - it was almost like an out-of-body experience, and she's still so on edge despite him managing to smooth over her nerves throughout that evening that it just kind of pushes her over the threshold of being able to ignore her flight instincts. (She doesn't even want to try to fight back, which is was confuses her further; she just has this inexplicable sense of helplessness around him that she can hardly overcome...at least until she has good reason to, later on, anyway.)

(I kind of headcanon that the Dimensional Screams kind of function like flashbulb memories to an extent; and to those of you unfamiliar with the term, since I learned it in my psychology class a few years ago, I'll explain. You remember all those memories that were seemingly seared into your brain because you had such strong emotional reactions to those events when they occurred? Whether it was humiliation, mortification, anger, grief, love, et cetera, they work like flashbulb memories because they actually do literally burn themselves into your memory due to the overwhelming stimulus.)

This is why it overall uncenters her so badly. She truly has no veritable proof that he's bad, save a bad gut feeling and an unusually vivid Scream, similar to how she felt about Drowzee (although there were no instincts involved with him since she had never met him before). He's well-known, has a reputation for the exact opposite demeanor of what she saw in the vision, and even goes out of his way to show her and Lu kindness. He's everything she feels like he shouldn't be, and she can't explain why. Lu asks her about her reactions that night once he gets back to their room in the Guild, and she decides to shove it all away for his sake since he seems so taken with Dusknoir. Surely she's wrong, even though she felt so convinced that Dusknoir was not what he appeared. Maybe she should just sit back and observe before she draws any conclusions, at the risk of upsetting Lu especially. Who was she compared to the rest of Treasure Town? What did her opinions matter? She is most definitely in denial.

She gives him the benefit of a doubt. She watches, and waits, and wonders. And she actually starts to like him. He's incredibly humble and wise and sincere in a way she's unaccustomed to. The other Pokemon of the town are genuine, of course, but there's just something about Dusknoir that seems so open - unguarded, almost. And if she didn't know any better, Eliana would almost say that he wanted to interact with her, simply for the sake of itself. He seemed to seek her out intentionally, asking her pointed questions that somehow worked past her boundaries to get her to talk more than she had with anyone (save Lu, perhaps) since she woke up on that beach. The other Guild members and townspeople are surprised to witness it in passing - to them Eliana was almost a shadow to Lu, only speaking when strictly necessary or once spoken to. She's reclusive, introverted, soft-spoken. And yet, inexplicably, Dusknoir's able to get her to speak up for herself, even makes her laugh. She smiles at him. It's different. They sure can't figure it out, but they'd be lying if they said they didn't have a betting pool that was making Duskull side-eye the lot of them.

Your final point is the biggest heartache in the whole matter, honestly. Dusknoir wonders who could have possibly hurt someone as intellectual and mature and sweet as Eliana, not realizing it was him the whole time. It will continue to be him for years to come. His hands had such an impact that her fear of him transcended the borderline blissful amnesia that caused her to forget his cruelty in the first place. Yet the perplexity of her myriad dichotomies, the puzzle she posed to his otherwise unflinching insight into people, caused himself to dig his own grave as well as hers. He just couldn't leave her alone. He wanted to know her, and he succeeds - and it's only when he realizes he's in too deep, that he can't back out, that he's made an irreparable mistake. It would've been easier to see her executed for crimes she doesn't even remember committing had he not known the warmth of her affections, the relief of her finally letting him in close enough to feel just how encapsulating her devotion is. He found an irrefutable equal in her, despite how odd of a pair they appear to be - the looming, intimidating 7'3" final-stage Gripper Pokemon (the literal embodiment of death, to some, especially humans) obeisant to the 1'0" first-stage Pokemon that half the town is still convinced is a child just based on appearances since she doesn't go out of her way to advertise her knowledge and age that often. He made the mistake of chasing the sun too closely, and he only realized he was too close once he knew that he would be irreparably burned from the actions he would take.

I don't know man. I could go on, and I've probably said half of this stuff before, but...this analysis really just got me in my feels. (Plus I've been listening to the playlist I made for this AU which just added fuel to the fire. *muffled wailing*)

[ivorydragoness44]

Padmé Amidala x Reader: A Friend

Word Count: 572 Warnings: Angst, discussing family drama/incident, and Anakin may or may not be hiding under the desk the entire time. Summary: The Reader needs to talk to someone about something that upset them, so they go to their friend, Padmé.

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 Storming through the halls of the Senate offices, you had hoped to feel different. The familiar wall decor and overall atmosphere did little to curb your less than ideal mood. Rather than venturing to your own office, your legs lead you elsewhere.  The entry door hardly slid open before you began speaking. “Senator Amidala, please tell me you’re in here.” Your eyes frantically swept through the room.  “I’m here,” she said, walking over from behind her desk. “Is something wrong?”  The genuine concern she held made a part of you want to cry. It made you glad that she was more than just a fellow senator. She was a friend.  “It’s a personal matter, is that all right? If you’re not busy, I mean.”  She reached out to grab your hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “I’m never too busy for you. Tell me what’s bothering you.”  “I had taken some time to see my family, and it was going well…until it took an unexpected turn. It felt…random, almost.”  Padmé nodded slowly, encouraging, and you continued.  “I’ll keep it brief. One family member, who I love dearly, began to play music and dance. All by themselves they did this without a care in the world. Even the other’s pet watched, nodding their head to the music, the energy. It was cute. Neither of us had seen that before and laughed.”  “That’s adorable,” she smiled.  “It was. But when they, not the pet, left the room with the music, my other older family member turned to me. They wanted me to dance, but I said ‘no’. Their demeanor completely changed, saying that they had seen me dance before with my friends—which was years ago and was a celebration. They said this as if delighted that they had caught me in a lie. They were trying to use that as incentive—leverage to make me dance. As if with their words, I had no choice. It was so strange. I didn’t—don’t like it.”  Padmé’s attentiveness and soft voice helped soothe you through your vent. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. I know you had been looking forward to visiting them.”  You shrugged, “There are worse things.” You eyed her knowingly. “I’ll spare you my attempt of teaching accountability. Of how I feel as though I am only a source of information or entertainment for them. I mean—I’m not a dancing kowakian monkey lizard or something!”  Hands releasing yours, Padmé brought you into a warm hug. “Telling people what they don’t want to hear can be difficult. But it’s because we care—you care. And your feelings and how you wish to be treated—respected, matter too.” She leaned out of your embrace and looked directly into your eyes. There was so much compassion and understanding in her gaze that you wondered if there was an unspoken story hiding in there. “Thank you for trusting me with something so personal.”  You shared a smile. “Thank you for listening. It’s been gnawing at me for a while now. And as a friend…you said that I can come to you for anything.”  “I did, didn’t I?” She laughed with you until a faint thud sounded over from her desk.  Curiously, you looked over. You swore you heard a quiet curse. “Padmé,” you eyed her now stoic face with eyes that did not match, “is someone hiding under your desk?”

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Thank you so much for reading! This was actually my first Padmé insert reader and really any sort of fanfic with her. I honestly don’t know why. Either way, I hope you enjoyed it and have a great Star Wars Day! May the 4th be with you.

Also! If you are interested, I do take writing commissions, starting at $3

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 17/11/2023

Beyond the Floating Isles

Season 4 Episode 2 Featured on: Summer​-​Colored Smiles ~ The SiIvaSummer All​-​Star Festival Collection

Ripped by redoxwarfare

Due to the absolute volume of rips per each album, a lot of my time listening to SiIvaGunner is done so rather passively. I'll chuckle with a joke I recognize, add tracks to "Banger" and "Vibes" playlists if I'm enjoying them, and continue with my day. Its only when I decide to just listen to those playlists in particular that my brain starts getting into gear again. Like...what *is* Beyond the Floating Isles even from? I knew it was an absolute vibe of a rip, yet knew nothing else about it. That was when my journey started - and my sudden, adoring infatuation with the band "Crying".

I only just recently turned 22 years old, and for a long part of that life, I didn't really...listen to music. I enjoyed looking up my favorite video game music, and Minecraft music videos were of course part of the collective childhood of my generation...yet the act of just listening to music for music's sake, the appeal of the creative medium, was somehow lost on me. There's likely something deep-rooted in my neurodivergent mind that explains this, but SiIvaGunner has as a result been a way for me to find bands and albums that I truly connect with - through the shared passion of video game music, I've been able to grow that emotional attachment to bands that I otherwise wholly felt like I lacked. The most prominent example of that is of course Maroon 5 thanks to channel creator Chaze the Chat's enduring passion for the band in the channel's first four Seasons: I've discussed in posts like Moves Like K.K. just how much that passion reflected back onto me, and its far from the only band I've gone through this with. It may sound silly to say, but these video game mashups and arrangements and meme edits have genuinely helped me grow attached to vocals and melodies and themes from the wider music industry that I never would've otherwise.

Which brings us to my most recent experience with this - Beyond the Floating Isles, and Patriot by Crying. After making more of an initiative for myself to listen to more non-VGM this year, and after having this rip sit in my playlists for years on end, I decided it was finally time to do my due digging. What I found was a band I'd never heard of before, with only one true album release, and a lack of any real activity over the last six years. Beyond the Fleeting Gales sits at just shy of 150 thousand views on YouTube - less than SEVERAL of the rips I've covered here on this blog, yet is one of my new all-time favorite albums yet released. Patriot may be the song covered in today's rip and the one I'm the most emotionally attached to, but the album in its entirety exudes a similar vibe that I'm absolutely enamored with - a vibe that redoxwarfare did an incredible job distilling into a rip. Float Islands was an excellent choice for a song to use for such an atmospheric, uplifting song as Patriot - the two themes have little in common in terms of joke-material, but its clear to me that Beyond the Floating Isles was not made with comedy as its main intent.

I have no connection to redoxwarfare - never spoken, not sure of which rips they've made prior, and no true image of their interests and goals as a ripper. Yet Beyond the Floating Isles speaks with so much intent and love - love for a band that feels destined to be forgotten, yet is adored by the few in the masses who have found them. And I extend my deepest, sincerest gratitude toward redoxwarfare for succesfully introducing me to Crying - even if its three years after the fact, I now finally see the Fleeting Gales, and beyond.

(no but seriously go listen to Crying i will break traditional post formatting just to give you easy access to it theyre SO GOOD)

[wolfisheart]

@factsfcrged said, " can we discuss what happened between us? "

the moon was still barely visible over the horizon when hale slipped from the creaky little bed in spencer's hotel room. well, maybe it wasn't really creaky and it was just the detective's hyper-awareness in the obscene hours of the morning. whichever the case, he sauntered down that carpeted hallway without an ounce of shame in the world.

regret, on the other hand...

hale wasn't exactly known for his wholesome behavior. many of his colleagues saw him spiral when emotions were out of control and the guild was just a little too heavy. all they ever had to say was not to mix work and pleasure. be smart.

not to get better but to be smart about the pins he put into his own soul.

spencer felt like the perfect way to hit two birds with one stone. being fbi and being in the area to help with a specific case, it was only a matter of time before he was whisked back to washington dc, never to show his adorable face in their break room again. yet, he was also intelligent, caring, and beautiful enough that hale was head over heels damn near instantly. their banter made hale's insides feel several shades of butterfly goo.

the hesitant tone catches the detective in the back, making the muscles in his shoulders twitch ever so slightly. hale's tall frame was leaning over the battered counter, clinging to the stained coffee pot like it was his last line of defense.

" what's there to discuss, mr. reid?" steaming liquid washes over his tongue as a preventative measure. tilting his head to the side, he can hear all the various types of rejection he'd experienced over the years. what would spencer's flavor be? the distance card? the incompatible card?

it was fun, but....

didn't matter. hale knew it was coming and had artfully angled himself to receive the pain he deserved.

" i've heard it all before, spence. really. the fun's out of our system and now we can get back to work. actually, i think someone mentioned some new details you might be interested in. "

[gffa]

I'm really glad you're enjoying the lockwood and co books and series so far!! they're very special books to me and my friends, i remember reading them when i was 16 and absolutely adoring them, they;re just SO GOOD.

one thing i've really enjoyed about the series is the very clear depictions of issues of class and worker's rights, and its one reason i want to reread the books again, because those just went completely over my head as a kid and i want to see how the series and books depictions differ. jonathan stroud had a very close hand in the production of the series so im curious to see how his now 10 year old books and attitudes in them hold up. Anyway, i was curious if that was something that was also as obvious to you as it was to me? my mum's English and i grew up with a kind of baseline understanding of english class struggles (despite the fact that she's from the south and grew up relatively rich) and the attitudes in England surrounding worker's rights and unions and so on, so its always interesting me to see how other people see these issues and how they're presented in media.

for example i absolutely love the casting choices of all the main characters, i think they really perfectly exemplify the struggles portrayed in the books that something as big as The Problem would affect on all working levels, including the class of children which honestly i find is a class of people that goes overlooked a Lot in stories, or at least in the way jonathan stroud does it. Lucy and lockwood are both excellently portrayed i think, and their intrinsic struggles to connect and attitudes are products of their upbringings and backgrounds and i think the series does an excellent job of portraying that (as much as I can say this without revealing spoilers hgjkfdls), with lucy being a northern working class girl from a poor family and lockwood, despite not having a close family, being raised objectively middle class and having relatives who go hunting.

anyway its!!! very good!!! i think the series is a fantastically faithful adaptation of the themes and ideas of the books so far, and also almost every setting looks EXACTLY how i pictured it which makes me absolutely feral hjgfkdsl

but yes idk if this makes much sense but aaahh I'm glad you're enjoying it all!! i really can't wait to see what you think of the second book and the rest of the series!!

also cos im curious: did you read the book before watching the series? and if not, do you think the series holds up as a story in its own right without needing the background of the books to watch it? cos while i think it's a brilliant adaptation I'm wondering how well it plays out as a story on its own without having to read the books first

I'm delighted at how many Lockwood & Co. fans there are, I’d never heard of the books before the Netflix adaptation, but it seems like there’s a bunch of you!  It’s lovely to be able to discuss things already even if I’m not sure I’ll have a lot to add just yet, since I’m only on episode 5 of the adaptation and halfway through the first book. (I didn’t want to burn through the episodes too quickly because it’s such a charming series, so I decided to switch back and forth between them and the books, which helps keep my memory fresh of the show when I read the books, so I can take note of the differences.  There are some differences, but ones that generally seem like really good ideas for a TV series adaptation, like I already like the tweaking of George’s character and I really loved the Norrie backstory.) I don’t know that I would have clocked the class theme on my own--but I’m not that far into any of it yet, though, I know how the first book turns out, of course--I can’t say that I felt it was necessarily a strong theme in the adaptation in the sense that it was driving the plot, but it is very much there, Lucy’s character is very much that of a working class type of character.  And, when you mentioned it, I can pick up on it in the book as well, especially as I’m just getting to the introduction of John Fairfax commissioning the team for a case. I’m also not sure where I’m going to land on the aspect of having children with so much more autonomy given to them, like the scene where Barnes comes by and they’re just totally blase about how he’s trying to tell them to be careful, openly laughing about how worked up he seems after he leaves, just struck me as very “this is a series aimed at young readers so it’s going to have young kids as protagonists, it’s not meant to be taken super seriously as commentary on 15 year olds being allowed to run their own agencies”, but other times the consistency (and Barnes’ comments from the adaptation) of how characters who have faded talent are treated make me think that, once you get a bit outside Lucy’s perspective, that maybe there is something to the idea that there’s commentary on these kids having this tremendous burden placed on them. Right now, the concept of adult supervision seems to be set up as an obstacle to be overcome, that Lockwood & Co. are freedom because they refuse to work with adults, but how much of that is because of course they would think that?  Lucy’s whole backstory is that she never had parents who took care of her or were involved in her life, just punished her and used her for her talent, so of course she’d view them that way. Anyway, I’m looking forward to getting further in so that I’m not just half-baking my thoughts on the themes and might actually have stronger views on things!  And as long as people avoid spoilers, I would love to hear commentary on what kind of themes to be watching for!