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prison for life - mv1

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Summary: The one where if anybody hurts you, Max is going to prison for life.

Pairing: max verstappen x pregnant!reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: fluff, pregnancy, mentions of throwing up, cursing, kinda angsty in some places, jos verstappen

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! i’ve been in such a max mood recently that is actually shocking to me, but i just needed some fluffy anything after working on smutty pieces for weeks. i got this idea in my dream and honestly i think it turned out better than i could’ve imagined!! feedback is always appreciated, and my requests are currently open if you want to check that out, i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

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If you would have to choose a word to describe Max, it would be ‘overprotective’, because that’s what he is. It’s not a bad thing, per say. He isn’t overbearing or controlling at all, but he is simply overprotective. And if you thought he was overprotective when the two of you were dating or when you first got married, you have to admit that you were not, at all, prepared for his protectiveness when you told him that you were pregnant. Apart from his initial meltdown over becoming a dad, or rather becoming like his own father, Max has been pretty chill about the whole thing – with the exception being your safety, of course. The underlying problem isn’t the fact that you’re some sort of daredevil because you’re not, the problem is the fact that Max believes that everything is out to get you.

The olives you wanted to eat for breakfast? Choking hazard.

The candles you bought for the living room (to be purely decorative, but still)? Fire hazard.

The pool lounger Victoria thought would be a cute addition to the pool? Drowning hazard.

The seatbelt in his car that is surprisingly tight? Could be all three, according to Max, given the right (or wrong) circumstances.

So, yeah, maybe he wasn’t that scared of becoming a dad, but he was surely scared of you being in danger. That’s why you agreed to stay back for the most races this year – you knew he didn’t need to worry about you or your baby’s safety on top of the stress he had to deal with during the usual racing weekend. That was until you realised how much you would miss your boyfriend after almost a month of not seeing him due to a triple header. And so, you did the thing any person with a common sense would do – flying out to see him without telling him beforehand, because what’s the fun in that?

The sheer look of shock on his face might be the funniest thing you’ve ever seen when you meet him in his driver’s room, but of course Max doesn’t share the same sentiment as you. Because all he chooses to focus is the fact that you were on a plane – a 0.23% risk out of very 7.7 million flights each year, but still. He spends at least half an hour, just checking you over and assuring himself that you and the baby are fine; at some point he decides that you need to go to the nearest hospital to get an ultrasound just to make sure the baby is okay, but you tell him to fuck off and calm his tits down in the kindest way possible. And that’s how the two of you end up on the small couch in his driver’s room, with his arms around you as you lay between his legs, his hands splayed on the swell of your stomach as he caresses the skin through the fabric of your dress. His voice is low as he tells you about his day, mostly media duties since it is only Thursday, and how he thinks putting a cat tree in the nursery is a bad idea (that was your idea initially, but you can see how having two rumbunctious cats hang out in the nursery could cause problems).

“I also thought about something else,” he mumbles, suddenly busying himself with the flower pattern of your dress instead of looking at you.

You raise your brows slightly, motioning him to continue, but let out a huff when he doesn’t do so right away. “Come on,” you whine softly, “tell me what it is Maxie.”

“I don’t want him to get into karting.” His words are soft, mumbled, and most definitely final. You know how Max can be when he puts his mind into it, and this particular topic has been a discussion in your household ever since the two of you found out that you were having a boy. “I don’t want him to go through what I went through.”

Letting out a soft exhale, you motion Max to six next to you on the couch. “He won’t,” you assure him, voice soft as you give pleading looks at him, “you’re not your father, Max.” He gives you a look that basically begs for you to not dwell on the topic, but you continue despite the look he gives you, “And what if he wants to get into karting? Are you going to tell him no?”

Max tries his best to ignore the knowing look you give him, knowing very well that he won’t be able to ever say ‘no’ to his son, who already has him wrapped around his finger. “I might do that, you never know.” He grumbles, hiding his face in your hair – though the soft giggles coming from you manages to put a soft smile on his face. “You’re supposed to agree with me, you know, we have to be a united front.”

“We’ll discuss it when the baby comes, until then, I’ll be the voice of reason.” You emphasise, poking him at his bicep to convey your point. “You feel better now?”

“Kinda,” he murmurs, leaving small kisses onto the exposed skin of your shoulder as he keeps on murmuring against your skin, “I would feel better if I knew you stayed in bed all day, relaxing.”

With that, you choke a loud laugh, and motion him to stand up as you try to do it yourself – though, of course, he has to help with the baby bump being in the way of you doing any sort of physical activity. “You’re funny, let’s go get me ice cream.”

The only response you get back is a confused look from your husband, his head tilted to the side as he eyes you warily. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Um, excuse me?” You raise an eyebrow, “Your son,” pointing to your stomach, you emphasise your words, “is craving ice cream right now.”

Max’s eyes soften instantly, and a smile creeps across his face. He nods, taking your hand gently as he helps you up. “Well, if my son wants ice cream, then ice cream he shall have.”

You giggle as you both make your way out of the driver’s room, Max's hand never leaving yours. The paddock is bustling with activity, but for a moment, it feels like it's just the two of you, cocooned in your little world. As you approach the nearest concession stand, Max’s protective instincts kick in once again. “Is this ice cream stand safe? How long have they been here? Do they have the proper health certifications?”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Max, it’s ice cream, not a five-course meal. I’m sure it’s fine.” He sighs but nods, deciding to trust your judgment. After all, you did manage to fly all the way here without incident and somehow alerting him. You both get a generous serving of your favourite flavours, and as you sit down to enjoy your treat, you feel a sense of normalcy and contentment wash over you.

Max watches you with a tender expression, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and worry. “I know I can be overprotective,” he says softly, reaching out to brush a stray hair from your face, “but it’s only because I love you so much.”

You smile, leaning into his touch. “I know, Max. And I love you too. But sometimes, you need to trust that everything will be okay. We’ll figure things out together, just like we always do.”

He nods, his gaze shifting to your belly. “You’re right. I guess I need to talk to my mom.”

“Why?” You ask, tilting your head to the side in curiosity.

“Well, she promised me she’d look after you but you’re here, so I think we need to have a talk about not keeping secrets from each other.” He mumbles, dragging a hand down his face.

You laugh, nudging him playfully. “Oh, Maxie, who do you think helped me with my bags at the airport? Your mom is unsurprisingly a strong woman.”

He chuckles softly, shaking his head. “I should’ve known better than to think you’d stay put for a whole month.” He sighs, but there’s a smile playing on his lips. “Alright, but next time, at least let me know you’re planning something. My heart can only take so much.”

Max feels a lot better after tricking you with ice-cream into at least staying put withing the Red Bull hospitality for the day as he gets through his media duties. Max feels a lot better after tricking you with ice cream into at least staying put within the Red Bull hospitality for the day as he gets through his media duties. He periodically checks in, making sure you're comfortable and well-fed. Each time he sneaks a glance your way, you catch him with a knowing smile and a roll of your eyes, and he returns it with a wink. He knows that there is absolutely no reason for him to be checking on you as much as he does, because you’ll be fine in the cool hospitality suite with enough water to keep you hydrated for years, but he can’t help but worry about anything and everything going wrong. And his worries prove to be true when he sees the one person who he definitely doesn’t want around you.

“What are you doing here?” He asks the approaching figure, “I thought you were not going to be coming to this race but the next one.”

“Given the drop in your performance in the last few races I thought I should be here for... support.” His dad supplies, eyes finding you behind his son’s back on one of the couches in the hospitality, “And I can see the reason for why you’ve been distracted lately, what is she doing here?”

Max scoffs, crossing his arms on his chest protectively, “She’s my wife, she is more than welcome to be here.”

“She’s also a distraction, Max,” his father points out, “you’re going to lose your focus if you keep–”

Since Max is faster than his father where it matters the most, he cuts him off before he can say anything further. “Leave, I don’t want you here.”

Max’s father looks taken aback, his eyes widening momentarily before they narrow into a scowl. “Excuse me?” he says, his voice low and dangerous.

“You heard me,” Max replies firmly, his stance unwavering. “I don’t want you here if you’re going to criticize my wife and stress me out, or worse, stress her out.”

“You’re being irrational,” his father argues, taking a step closer. “I’m just trying to help you stay focused.” Seeing that his son is not going to back down anytime soon, he points a threatening finger towards him. “I’ll be back on race day, but you better be ready to put in a winning performance,” his father finishes, his voice laced with finality. He turns on his heel and walks away, leaving a tense silence in his wake.

Max sighs deeply, running a hand through his hair as he watches his father disappear into the crowd. Looking back at you over his shoulder, talking to some interns from the social media team, he can’t help but feel the dread of you having to face his father – which gives him another reason to somehow stop the two of you from running into each other during the weekend.

On Friday, Max’s luck decides to do him a favour as you tell him that you’re not feeling well enough to go to the track with him for the qualifying, and though it is true that he wants you to be with him, he also realises that this will give him one less thing to worry about. He knows how stressful it can be for you to navigate the bustling paddock and deal with the crowds, especially with the added pressure of possibly encountering his father.

“You rest up, okay?” he says, his voice full of concern. “I'll be back as soon as I can. If you need anything, just call me.”

You nod, giving him a reassuring smile. “I will, Max. Good luck today. We'll be cheering you on from here.”

Max leans down to kiss your forehead gently as he mumbles into your skin, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you reply, your voice soft and comforting, “be careful out there, okay?”

Max has one goal throughout qualifying, and to his team principal’s dismay, it is not being on pole. His one and only goal is to get the session done with as quickly as possible and get back to you as soon as he can. After the session ends, he barely waits for the car to come to a stop before jumping out and heading straight for the hospitality suite. His team notices his urgency but knows better than to question it once he tells them he’ll pay whatever fine the FIA will give him for missing his interviews.

Bursting through the door, Max finds you resting comfortably on the couch, a cup of tea in your hands. The sight of you immediately calms his racing heart. “Hey,” he says softly, walking over to sit beside you. “How are you feeling?”

You smile up at him, still in his team gear and the hat he almost never takes off, the warmth in your eyes easing his worries. “Better, now that you're here. How did it go?”

“Starting on pole,” he replies, mostly in a mumble, taking your hand in his. “But all I could think about was getting back to both of you.”

You squeeze his hand, your expression tender. “I'm proud of you, Max. You did great.”

He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “Thanks. Let's just relax for the rest of the day, hm? I want to hold you to make sure you’re not getting out of this bed until tomorrow.”

“You know, I would be happier about this proposal if it was until different circumstances,” you sigh, earning a laugh from him as he pulls you towards his chest, being careful not to spill your tea, of course. Why? Because it is a safety hazard, of course.

As you settle back into the bed together, Max feels a sense of relief wash over him. The stress of the day melts away in your presence, and he realizes how much he needs these quiet moments with you to forget all about the outside world and focus his energy on what actually matters instead.

The next day, feeling much better, you prepare to join Max at the track for the race. He’s still concerned but reassured by your determination to support him. As you arrive at the paddock together, Max is more attentive than ever, keeping an eye out for his father in hopes of trying to prevent the two of you running into each other. Navigating through the bustling paddock, Max keeps a protective arm around your waist, and a hand on your bump whenever the two of you stand somewhere talking to someone, guiding you through the throngs of people. His eyes constantly scan the crowd, his jaw set in a determined line. The other drivers and team members greet you warmly, and you return their smiles, feeling the anticipation that surrounds you.

“Max, relax a bit,” you whisper, squeezing his hand as you notice the tension in his posture.

He glances down at you, his expression softening slightly. “I just want to make sure everything’s okay.”

“I know,” you reply, reaching up to stroke his cheek, “but we’re here to enjoy the race and support you. Try to focus on that.”

He nods, taking a deep breath as both of you make your way to the Red Bull hospitality area. The team welcomes you with open arms, and you settle into a comfortable spot where you can watch the preparations for the race. He asks one of the interns to keep an eye on you, which he thought he was being sly whilst doing it, but you of course catch him in the corner of your eye. That’s when you realise the man walking towards him, your eyes meeting in nothing short of disdain for each other.

You stiffen slightly, your hand tightening around Max’s hand as he turns just in time to see his father approaching, his protective instincts kicking into high gear as he lets go of your hand and decides to wrap his arm around you protectively instead.

“Max,” Jos says, his tone neutral but carrying an underlying condescension. “We need to talk before your race begins, walk with me.”

Max's grip tightens around you for a moment before he reluctantly loosens his hold. “What is it, Dad?” he asks, his voice steady but tinged with irritation.

Jos's eyes flicker to you before focusing back on Max. “I wanted to discuss strategy, but I can see this isn't a good time.”

Max's jaw clenches, his protective instincts on high alert. “If it's important, we can talk here. I’m not leaving her side.”

Jos sighs, clearly frustrated. “Fine, if that's how you want it.”

Max’s arm remains firmly around you as his father steps closer. “Make it quick,” Max insists, his tone leaving no room for argument. If other people were to see your eyes moving from one Verstappen to the other, they’d probably think you are watching a tennis match, though the situation in front of you is certainly more tense than that.

Jos glances at you once more before addressing Max. “I just wanted to remind you to stay focused. Pole position is a great start, but you need to keep your head in the race.”

Max's eyes narrow, and he lets out a scoff, “I know how to do my job, no need for reminder. Anything else?”

Jos shakes his head, his expression a mix of disappointment and resignation. “Just don’t let distractions cost you the win.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Max hisses, taking a step towards his father as he gently pushes you behind himself. You have to put a hand against his chest to slow him down, though that doesn’t prove to be a sufficient prevention method. “I already told you; she is my wife, and he is not going anywhere so you better get that into that damaged brain of yours.”

“Max,” you try to plead with him, “please, not before your race.”

He gives you a look over his shoulder for a short moment before turning back towards his father. His jaw is set as he looks at the man in front of him. “I’ll only tell you this one more time. When she’s here with me, you don’t show up. If you do show up, you don’t come near her, you don’t talk to her, you don’t even look at her.” Another step taken towards his father has you tightening your hold on him, but he still manages to convey his message. “Try something like this again, and you won’t be in my life anymore let alone my son’s.”

Jos's lips press into a thin line, his eyes darting to you briefly before settling back on Max. “Fine,” he repeats, his tone colder. “Just remember what’s at stake every time you get behind the wheel.”

Max stands his ground, his eyes locked onto his father's, unwavering. “I know exactly what's at stake, and I don't need you reminding me. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have a race to focus on.”

It’s not the first time Max has stood up to his father, not by any means. But you can tell that this time affects him in a different way. The weight of the words exchanged and the implications for their future relationship linger in the air. You can feel the tension radiating from Max as he watches his father walk away, and it takes a moment for him to relax his posture and turn back to you. “Please tell me something that will calm me down so I don’t somehow do something that would put me to jail.”

“Okay,” you singsong, quickly positioning yourself in front of him so that you can fix him with a strict look on your face. “You are not doing something that will put you into prison, period.”

“I’m going to need a very good reason because all I want to do right now is follow him to his car and punch him.” Unfortunately for you, the way his jaw is set is a telling sign that, no, Max would actually do something like this given the circumstances.

“There is no sim racing in prison.” You try to provide, giving him a weak smile.

Max's lips twitch into a small, reluctant smile at your words, the tension in his jaw easing slightly. “No sim racing in prison, huh? Do you honestly think that would keep me from doing something stupid?”

“I panicked!” You exclaim, hitting him on his chest lightly as he laughs at you silently. “How are you supposed to help me raise our son,” you point to your stomach to emphasise your point, “if you’re in prison, huh?”

Max's smile grows wider, the tension in his posture finally starting to melt away. “Okay, okay, you’ve got a point,” he says, placing his hands on your shoulders and looking into your eyes. “I need to be here for both of you. But it’s so damn hard to ignore him.”

You reach up and cup his face in your hands, your eyes soft and filled with understanding. “I know, but you’re stronger than him. And you have more important things to focus on. Like winning this race and getting me more ice cream on our way back to the hotel.”

He takes a deep breath, nodding slowly as he lets out a soft chuckle. “You’re right. I can’t let him get to me. Not today.”

“Exactly,” you say, giving him a reassuring smile, “I usually am.”

Max laughs, the sound lightening the mood even more. “Yes, you usually are,” he agrees, pulling you closer for a brief kiss. “Thank you for always knowing how to calm me down.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” you say, resting your forehead against his. “Now, go out there and show everyone what you can do. We’ll celebrate with ice cream afterward.”

“Deal,” he replies, his eyes twinkling with affection and determination. With one last squeeze, he lets you go and turns towards his team, his focus now fully on the race ahead. “But I feel like I need to let you know that I would definitely go to prison for life for you.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Don’t you have a race to win, Verstappen?”

He grins, giving you one last kiss before heading off to prepare for the race, giving you a grin over his shoulder as he starts to move away, “So, I’ll get the rest of that kiss after the race, then?”

“Yeah, Max,” you let out a breathy laugh, your eyes not leaving his for a moment, “after the race!”

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reiderwriter · 1 month

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hey, i really love your writing esp fluff hehe..

I was wondering if you could maybe write a story where gf!reader has anxiety and decides to spend night at spence's but constantly keeps apologizing cause she is like afraid to be inconvenience but he keeps hugging and comforting her just some really fluffy story

Love yaaaa🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶💕💕

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A/N: FINALLY getting back to some classic requests! Thanks for this cute one 🥰 I love fluff where Spencer is so caring and considerate, so I hope you like this one, too!

Summary: After a traumatic experience, you avoid confronting new fears with your new coworkers until a late invitation lets you find comfort in Spencer's arms.

Warnings: mentions of kidnapping, guns, other cases details etc.

If any other member of your team had so bluntly asked you the question ‘are you okay?’ you'd have lied to their face, convincingly, and not felt bad about it for even a second.

It had been, after all, long enough since your kidnapping to have become comfortable with new surroundings again. You went on cases fine. You dealt with similar unsubs perfectly, and you were absolutely a professional.

But with Spencer Reid in front of you asking you that same question, you felt like you were one slight breeze away from crumbling entirely.

The night had grown old as you sat with Spencer looking over some case files. You weren't shipping out for this one, thankfully, but you still wanted to be sure you knew every detail of the case so you could help find your guy and get him off the streets.

But having worked from 6 pm to 2am, your eyes were growing bleary, and you had to finally look up to the clock to see how long you'd been zoned out for.

“Shit,” you murmured, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

“I have to go, Spence,” you scrambled for your keys, pulling your bag onto your shoulder as your heart started beating.

It was okay. You'd be okay. It was dark outside, but you'd driven in the dark before now. The roads were clear anyway, and you weren't on a job. You could drive home, get some sleep, and forget anything happened.

“Y/N, it's late, you’re tired,” Spencer said gently from opposite you, grabbing your bag from your hands and gently placing it down again. “It's okay, you can just… stay over tonight.”

In the few weeks since you'd been kidnapped, you'd told everyone you knew that you were okay and doing fine and that it would take a lot more than that to get you down. And then you'd go home to an empty apartment, triple check every lock, barricade yourself into your room, and sleep with a gun on your bedside table and a knife under your pillow.

You didn't drive in the dark. You didn't eat or drink anything you hadn't personally prepared, and you didn't dive head first into cases anymore. A few people had remarked about how you'd matured as an agent. They didn't understand that bile rose up in your throat every time you thought about being alone in a room with men.

Being alone with Spencer was different. He was your Spencer. You'd seen him kill unsubs, but you'd more often see him peacefully trap and release spiders instead of killing them. You'd seen him fumble talking to women by pulling out magic tricks, just as often as you'd seen him be approached by every single working girl you'd interviewed on a case.

You'd slept over before. This wasn't any different.

“Yeah… yeah you're right. It's probably not a good idea to drive this late.”

He smiled at you as you abandoned your path to the door, and went to grab you some clothes to change into. You paused, and tried to breathe deeply as you assessed the situation.

You'd been to Spencer's apartment before. If you slept in the living room, your best route out would be the front door. The kitchen didn't have any good exits. The bathroom window didn't open wide enough. The fire escape was connected to both the living room and the window in Spencer's bedroom. If anyone came through the front door, it would be safer to sleep in the bed and jump out the window before they had a chance to pursue you.

But if they came up the fire escape, they could choose between which window to come through. Without a second thought, you crossed to Spencer's window and checked the locks. They worked, but they were old. They could easily be forced open.

You checked, and you still had your gun on you, thinking about where the best place to store it would be. Next to the bed, under the sofa, somewhere it'd be easy to grab and shoot.

You worked yourself up walking yourself through your plan that when Spencer came up behind you again, without thinking, you turned the gun on him.

“Whoa, Y/N!”

“I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, I don't - I was just thinking about what I would do in a h-home invasion, and it seemed safer to have the gun close, but-”

Slowly taking the gun from your hand, Spencer pulled you towards him and into his arms.

“Are you okay?” he asked again, and though it was the 100th time you'd heard the question in the last few weeks, you finally, finally broke down and told him the truth.

“N-No.”

Stroking your hair, Spencer held you as you began to quietly sob, not pulling away as you clung to him for dear life, letting the fear slowly drain from your body.

“It's okay. It's going to be okay, I'm here,” he whispered. After a few minutes, you gathered yourself and pulled away, wiping your eyes as you looked up at him again.

“I'm sorry, I must just be really tired. I'll just crash on the couch-”

“No, Y/N, you can't do that.”

“It's fine, I'm fine now. I've crashed on your couch before, and-”

“And the couch is next to the door. You're going to sit there all night with your gun in your hand, waiting for the door handle to turn. You won't rest.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but he grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom again.

“I know what it's like, not being able to sleep at night. Feeling anxious and alone and scared all the time.”

He handed you a pile of clothes and let you sit on the bed as he began to untie your shoelaces.

“Sleep in the bed. The window has a secure lock, and it's covered by the alarm system. The bedroom door locks as well." Finishing, he looked up at you from the floor, smiling weakly before standing up and pressing a kiss to your temple.

Your heart, which had been resting comfortably with the new details of your security, flared up into a fast-paced drum beat again as he left for the bathroom. You weren't sure if you were scared still, or if somehow a small kiss and care he'd shown you were enough to have you flushed like a middle-schooler.

You quickly slipped on the pajamas, which you recognised as old FBI training clothes, and hopped into the bed before your brain could decide to investigate any further.

Spencer returned quickly and climbed into bed right beside you, turning off the lights beforehand.

“Thank you,” you whispered, looking at him as you laid on your side.

“What for?”

“For not making this awkward.”

“Awkward? Is it weird for us to share the bed? Should I have taken the couch? I should have taken the couch, let me go-”

You leant over the small space between you and wrapped your arms around him.

“Thank you for not letting me spiral. Thank you for letting me be not okay.”

He relaxed into your touch as you spoke and pulled you into him for a hug quickly. His hands rested awkwardly still on your shoulders and waist, as if he were scared to touch you more, to seem inappropriate somehow.

“Spencer?”

“Hmm?”

“I think I'd feel safer if you just held me a bit tighter.”

With your head on his chest, you heard the short rumble of laughter that popped out of him as he relaxed into your hug, closing your eyes and falling asleep to the sound of his heart beating.

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violette-hue · 2 years

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Jealous

Summary: Steve really doesn't like the person you're interviewing, so afterwards he fucks you sensleess.

Trigger Warning(s): unprotected sex, cursing, degradation, slight forcing, mentions of breeding kink, not proof read, maybe some typos

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: Happy early birthday @ceo-of-daichi ! Possessive Steve is the best Steve~ (P.S. - I drank some tea for the flu in hops that it'll make me feel better, so the last half of this was written with a drowsy mind).

**Minors and ageless blogs do not interact. 18+ only**

“You’re interviewing him?”

You turned to look at your boyfriend as you buttoned up your blouse. You cocked a brow at the tone of his implication. You had been getting ready for a meeting for an interview that was to be done in an hour when he stalked into the room.

Ever since Steve had found out you were interviewing Loki for his part in the literal destruction of New York City, he had been making comments here and there on why this was a bad idea. Maybe he was right, but you were just over the moon Loki had even agreed to do an interview with you.

"Babe, I don't really see what's the problem," you responded nonchalantly, taking your time to button up the last few buttons. To show some boobage or to not. You chewed on the inside of your lip in thought.

Steve scoffed. "Are you kidding me? He just tried to take over New York City, causing millions in destruction. He's dangerous."

"Dangerous." You repeated. "Everyone is dangerous, Steve, even The Avengers. Besides, there's going to be, like, a bunch of police guys there guarding him. I actually think they might be S.H.I.E.L.D. agents."

You watched as the muscles on Steve's arm flexed as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Jesus Christ, Steve--"

"Language--"

"Why don't you just come with me? Brood in the corner like my silent protector."

It was silent for a few heartbeats, and you thought Steve might laugh in your face. Instead, he shook his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

"Fine," Steve said, leaning back against the door frame. "Button up your shirt again, I missed the show."

You giggled and rolled your eyes, but obeyed. You unbuttoned your blouse, then buttoned it back up again slower this time, giving a good show.

You walked into the interview room: Loki's cell. He was held behind some type of glass box, the floors some sort of dark, holographic tile. The room was bare, housing only a dozen or so S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. Loki had escaped once from a cell similar to this, the chances of him escaping again were likely. These agents wouldn't be able to do much to stop it.

You stepped towards the glass, stopping a foot or two from the cell. Loki was already standing, and as he stalked towards you, he made sure to trail his eyes over your body.

"Did you get all dressed up for me?" Loki drawled, a smirk tugging on the corners of his lips.

You rolled your eyes and pulled out the small recorder that was tucked into the waistband of your tight skirt. "I hate to bruise your ego, but it's actually a job requirement," you responded, tripling checking the recorder had enough charge. You had checked the decent sized black rectangle before you left the apartment and then on your way over here. A nervous habit and the constant feeling that something would go wrong.

"An enjoyable job requirement. For me," Loki commented.

You heard a low growl come from Steve and felt the warmth from his chest as he stepped closer to you.

"Oh," Loki hummed. "A displeasure to see you Mr. America." Loki took a few steps closer. "Did they send you in to keep guard, too?"

"No," Steve answered roughly. "And it's Captain."

"Yes, so sorry. Mr. Captain." Loki smiled wide, clearly enjoying making your boyfriend irritable.

You couldn't help but giggle and look down. Loki was charming and funny. Too bad he was an absolute menace to society.

"Mr. Laufeyson--" you started, pressing the record button.

"Oh, I like the sound of that," Loki purred.

"--I want to make you aware that from this point forward, I'll be recording or conversation for the interview you agreed to."

The door that lead to Loki's cell closed with a loud thud and you walked down the quiet hallways in silence. Steve hadn't said much since speaking up before the interview, and you had this gut feeling that something was wrong. You stole a glance toward him and frowned. He was brooding, his brows knitted together with irritation. Even as pissed as he looked, he still looked so beautiful, like he was carved by the hands of a goddess.

"Stop staring at me," Steve said sharply.

You frowned at the roughness in his voice. "You're angry."

"I'm not."

You moved your gaze back to the labyrinth you were walking through, deciding to stay quiet. It was no use trying to talk to Steve when he got in these moods. His walls would come up and anything you'd say would just bounce right back at you. You'd just have to wait until you got home.

The next few minutes were filled with the sounds of your shoes echoing off the dark floors. At this point, you weren't even sure where you were going, and you were hoping that Steve would guide you in the right direction. But he stopped, causing you to stop with him.

"What--?"

"I told you, you shouldn't have done that interview with him," Steve hissed.

You turned towards him, your brows furrowed with confusion. You opened you mouth, but closed it as soon as Steve continued.

"The whole time--the whole fucking time--he was doing nothing but flirting with you. Commenting on your clothes, commenting on your hair, commenting on your hips--"

"I do have nice 'birthing hips,'" you interjected playfully.

Steve backed you up against a wall, his hand slamming against the tile above your head. "That's not the fucking point," he growled, his face inches from yours.

"Language," you breathed. Your thighs instinctively rubbed together at the close proximity of your bodies. With just a slight arc of your back, your aching breasts would be flush against his chest. You mentally kicked yourself. Now wasn't the time to have your head in the gutter. Not when Steve was finally addressing the situation at hand.

"You looked like you were enjoying the flirting, too," he spat. "Did you?"

You were at a loss for words. Of course you enjoyed the playful flirting. You enjoyed the senseless comments just to irritate Steve and the below the belt jabs just to get a response out of him. How could you not? Steve was always so tense, so worried about his image in public that it came home with him. He didn't know how to let loose, how to just be Steve Rogers instead of Captain America.

"Yes," you finally answered. "I enjoyed it. A lot."

Steve pushed himself off the wall and ran a hand through his perfectly combed hair. "Fuck--" He took a deep breath and looked at you, then looked away. He seemed to be having an internal battle with himself.

"I liked the way you reacted to it," you continued bashfully, looking down. "Y'know, this--" You quickly gestured with a hand to Steve and stepped away from the wall.

You felt stupid at the disclosure, but you didn't want Steve to think you enjoyed the flirting because of who it was coming from. You liked the way Steve would place a subtle hand on your hip or gently brush back your hair whenever Loki would make a sly remark. Steve wasn't the possessive type, and you enjoyed it. But you also didn't know him being possessive would do these things to you. Your breasts felt heavier, your nipples pebbled, and your core ached with a neediness you had never felt before.

"This..." Steve trailed off. He gave a breathy chuckle and shook his head. "You're mine."

You blinked, taking a shallow breath. You needed to hear him say that again, needed to hear him say that while he was in you.

Steve shook his head again and backed you up against the wall once more. "You're mine." He buried his head in the crook of your neck and gave you a rough kiss against the sensitive skin. "Mine."

"I'm yours," you whispered, digging your fingers into his shoulders. You tilted your head back, exposing more of your neck for Steve to explore.

He pushed a knee between your legs and pried them open as much as your skirt would allow. His thick, muscled thigh rest on your lower thighs. If only you could hike this skirt up more, you thought, you'd be able to get some friction on your core. Your hips bucked and you licked your lips.

Were you really going to do this right here in the hallway? Steve tangled a hand in your hair and tugged roughly, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. To hell with this being a public space, you wanted Steve now. Your hands trailed down the blue button up he was wearing down to the gold buckle of his brown leather belt. You groaned in frustration, the belt lodged deep within the buckle.

"Steve Rogers and very horny girlfriend," echoed Fury's voice through the PA system. "Go fuck in your own house before I have you arrested."

Your hand froze, as did the rest of your body. How could you have forgotten you were in a public S.H.I.E.L.D. hallway with dozens of cameras? Nick Fury was practically watching the beginning of a porno. You moved your hands away from Steve's belt buckle and fixed your skirt. He stepped away from you, fixing his shirt. That's when you noticed his smirk. Had he planned all this? Realization hit you like a semi truck. Fury had exposed you all over the speakers. Speakers that sounded everywhere. Everywhere like in Loki's cell. After all the shameless flirting, Steve had proven to Loki that you were his.

You frowned. How could Steve have done this? It wasn't like him at all to dangle you like some prize.

"Real fucking mature, Steven."

"What's wrong, angel? You haven't spoken to me the whole ride home."

"Can it Steven," you snapped, tossing your purse on the kitchen counter. "You used me back there."

Steve scoffed. "Did I make a little scene in that hallway knowing Fury would say something? Maybe, sure. Did I know that Loki would hear? Yes. But, Angel, what was I supposed to do when you liked his flirting?"

You whirled on the ball of your foot toward Steve and pointed a finger at him. "You tricked me! I thought you were finally showing--I don't know, this dominant and possessive side? And I thought it was genuine, not some fucking show!"

Steve gave a heavy sigh. "Angel--"

"Don't fucking 'Angel' me, Steven." You pointed at him again, this time poking his chest. "I wanted to fuck you in that hallway. I was ready to fuck you in that hallway."

Steve grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you closer to him. "I was more than ready to fuck you in that hallway, too," he said, his voice a tad more gentle. "I would have fucked you against the glass of Loki's cell to claim you." A hot shiver ran down your spine and fluttered in your core. "I would have fucked my cum deep inside you until it ran down your legs for everyone to see. Especially him."

Your breath caught in your throat and the anger that was once boiling over in your blood had now dispersed. What replaced it was a deeply rooted lust that burned to your very core. Your blood, your body was on fire and the only way to sate it was to rip the clothes from your body and ride Steve until dawn.

"Do you want that, Angel?" Steve ran a hand down your arm and gently turned you around. His hand ran over your abdomen, his fingers catching in the buttons of your blouse. Your back was now flush against his chest and you felt something hard against your lower back. You breathed a shaky sigh of anticipation as he untucked the shirt from the tight skirt. His fingers worked to free the buttons and you shivered at the tension it caused your body.

You could only nod as the last button was freed, your chest nearly exposed. Your nipples hardened further at the coolness of your shared apartment, your lace bralette doing nothing to keep you warm.

He ran his hands up your bare stomach, then to the bottom of your bralette. His fingers dipped under the black, Lacey fabric and caressed the bottoms of your breasts. Another shaky sigh passed your lips and you rest your head back against shoulder. The feeling of his fingers sliding and squeezing your tender breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers had you squirming for more. Wonton mews fluttered through your lips and your own hands rest over his, begging to handle you more rough.

Warm, wet kisses trailed along your neck to the outmost corner of your jaw. Your skin tingled where his lips met your flesh, tingled and buzzed until you felt as if you were going to explode. Steve had never handled you like this, had never been so passionate with you before.

Sex had always been mostly simple with Steve. Standard missionary was the go-to, with the occasional cowgirl. Everything else was…uncharted territory. Of course, you didn’t mind the simplicity, but this…this was amazing.

You pushed your bottom against his hard bulge and whined softly. “Steve,” you mewled. “I need more—please.”

Steve paused his ministrations on your breasts, his breath shaky against your neck. He slid his hands out of your lacy bralette, pausing at the bottom. In an instant, his fingers were digging into the lace, ripping the fragile fabric in two. Goosebumps pimpled over your breasts as the cold air of your apartment enveloped you skin. You gasped softly, the sudden show of aggression catching you off guard. His hands found place at the hem of your skirt, pushing the tight professional ware down your ass.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Steve asked, his voice an octave lower.

You shakily stepped out of the skirt now pooled at your feet, now only standing in your opened blouse and a simple black thong. You shrugged the blouse to the floor, the remnants of your bralette falling with it. You turned around to face Steve in your nakedness.

“I need you,” you answered timidly, your gaze on the floor. “I need you inside me.” It was weird to tell him what you needed, having never spoken to each other during sex other than the occasional “you like that?” But you felt brave and…sexy. You took the smallest step closer, your fingers teasing the button of his jeans.

Steve let out a shaky breath, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You managed to undo the button one-handed and drag the zipper of his pants down, your fingers brushing against his clothed cock. You felt him twitch slightly, and you couldn't help the smile that tugged on your lips. He must be so hard, probably harder than he's ever been.

"Do you need me, too?" you asked, your hand fingering the hem of his boxers. Where was this braveness coming from? You slipped your hand inside his underwear, gently grabbing his cock. Your thumb swiped along the head of his penis, smearing his pre-cum.

Steve swallowed hard, and you could see the effort it took for him to bring his hand to caress your cheek. "I want you to suck my cock," Steve grunted.

Your thumb stopped its ministrations and you pulled your hand from his boxers. "No." You stepped back, looking Steve up and down.

Steve cocked his head to the side, his brows furrowed. "'No'?" he repeated. He took a step towards you, and you took a step back, your lower back brushing against the kitchen island counter. Steve shook his head and pulled up the shirt he wore. Understandably, you were quite distracted by his chest and the dark hairs leading down to--

You let out a small yelp as Steve grabbed you by the backs of your knees and placed you on the counter. He forced your legs apart, running a finger over the thin g-string covering your heated mess. A finger pushed the thin fabric aside and delved inside your needy cunt. His finger flexed and curled almost instantly, and you let out a loud moan.

"You sound so needy," he growled, pulling his finger out. He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, spreading your juices. "Is it me that's got you like this? Or him?" He shook his head, disgust shining through his features. "Slut."

You winced at the word, at the harshness of it. Did he really mean that? "Steve," you started, "of course it's you--" You were cut off with a loud moan pushing through your lips as Steve inserted two fingers inside you. His fingers curled once more, and with it your toes.

"This pussy belongs to me," he pumped his fingers inside you, his other hand pushing down his boxers and pants. "Your pussy belongs to me."

Without a warning, Steve's fingers abandoned your needy core, and in its place was his cock. The thickness stretched you out, and the head of his penis hit against your puffy walls. He pulled out quickly, then bottomed out inside you once more. His hands gripped your hips roughly, his thrusts just as rough. You cried out each time, nearly feeling him in your stomach. It was too much, but not enough at the same time. You had never been fucked like this before, and you relished in it. Relished in the way Steve's balls slapped against you with a wet snap. Relished in the way Steve made a mess of you--your wetness dripping down to the counter.

"I belong to you," you whimpered, back arching. Your hands gripped his thick biceps, your nails digging into his flesh.

Steve's thrusts faltered and he finally looked at you. He pulled you flush to his chest, your bare breasts against him. He gripped your chin and looked deep into your eyes. "Say it again."

You were caught aback, never having seen Steve so vulnerable before. You moved your hands up to rest on his shoulders. "I'm yours, Steve. Body and soul."

It was as if a switch had been pressed in Steve. One minute you were on the counter and the next you were bouncing against the wall. Steve thrust up into you, his cock never leaving the warmth of your pussy. His grip on your hips was ironclad as he fucking you on the wall. You screamed in bliss and in pain. You'd never been explored like this--Steve had never explored you like this. His cock was hitting places you didn't even know existed or felt good. He shifted his position, thrusting into you at a different angle and you saw stars. Tears leaked from the corner of your eyes as your orgasm washed through your body. Your legs wrapped around his torso, your ankles locking around each other.

Steve fucked you through your orgasm, sweat lining the both of your bodies. Your hands tangled in his hair and tugged lightly, another cry emanating from your lips. You ground your hips down against him, your clit rubbing against his pelvis. You could feel another orgasm coming, could feel the tension in your body rise. Your fingers tightened on the strands of Steve's hair as another orgasm was nearing its peak. Your back arched as your body trembled with another orgasm, your legs shaking. Steve's thrusts faltered and he groaned loudly. His cock twitched inside you as he pushed himself as deep as he could in your battered cunt. He allowed himself to spill his seed within you, and you both stayed in that position for quite some time. Even when you felt his cock soften within you, you stayed like that, each breathing hard.

"Steve?" you breathed, untangling your fingers from his hair.

"Hmm?" he answered. His head rest on your shoulder, his breath fanning against your neck.

"Did you really mean that? That you'd fuck me in front of Loki?"

Steve lifted his head and looked at you. "Well, maybe not in front of someone--"

"But like," you paused timidly, "in public?"

Steve chuckled. "I wouldn't mind, angel. We can try it one day."

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The List ~Pt. 7 - Condemnation~

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) x Reader

Summary: As you try to cope with Alastor's absence, you find solace with the King of Hell, who presents an interesting offer. However, some unexpected news from Husk forces you to rethink your plans.

Themes: The usual angst, mystery (Alastor), sassiness, cursing, fluff, eventual smut, actual plot, Lucifer is a cunning shit, slow burn, Husk is going to be in trouble, and of course 18+

3.2k Words

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 (You're on it!) Part 7.A Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

**sentences in italics are internal thoughts of the reader

The last few days (weeks?) have been a blur. It was a weird switch going from sleeping terribly because you longed to be near him - to sleeping constantly so you didn’t have to feel your body long from him. Anyone who came to your door was just told you weren’t feeling good. “Just caught a stomach bug, don’t come in! I would hate for you to catch it.”

Today you decided it’s time to finally leave your room. Charlie needs help and there are things around the hotel that need to be done before her meeting with Heaven. You aren’t one to let others down just because of your own emotional baggage.

You throw some makeup on to try to brighten your face. Usually, you wouldn’t be bothered but all the crying significantly darkened your eyes. I’d rather not let them see me like this. The less questions the better. Plastering a smile on your face, you head down to the lobby to get the list of ‘to-dos’ from Charlie. Surprisingly she isn’t there when you arrive, so you take a seat next to Angel on the floor. You lean your head against his leg as a silent ‘hello’.

“Hey toots, how ya feeling?” he says without looking up from his phone. “Better, thanks.” You say cheerfully.

“Good! Guess you and Smiles must have shared cooties ‘cause he ain’t been seen or heard from since Lucifer’s visit.” A pang hits your chest, but you try to brush it off. He’s probably just pissed off.

Charlie rushes down the stairs and scoops you into a lung crushing hug, “So so so soooooooo glad you’re feeling better! I didn’t realize how much you did around here! Could you do me a huge favor and go pick up a few things from the city and take them to my dad? He said he can meet you at this address. I have to go pack - Thank you!” Just as quickly as she came down the stairs, she hurries back, leaving you with a short list and an address.

For the first time in weeks, you leave the hotel without Alastor or his shadow close by. It’s not that you’re afraid of going out alone, but you realize you enjoyed his company more than you thought. You glance up at the radio tower as you walk away from the hotel and can make out a dark figure with glowing red eyes staring down from the window. Well at least that’s confirmation he’s still around.

You pick up the few things from a local shop and walk across the city to the address Charlie gave you. This doesn’t look right. The building you walk up to is more of an abandoned warehouse for a drug deal rather than a cozy meetup with the King of Hell. Cautiously you walk through the door which looked like it had been kicked in already. Just as expected, it’s an empty building with piles of trash scattered about. Graffiti and posters plaster the inner walls. You triple check the address on the small paper and it matches.

Sooo now what?

After waiting and pacing for a few minutes, you hear someone call out to you. You turn to see Lucifer standing outside a portal in the middle of the building.

“You didn’t actually think I stayed within the city, did you?” he chuckles as he motions for you to enter into the portal with him. Once inside you look around to see a large open room filled with…ducks? And this guy was trying to give me a hard time?

“Is – is this your office, sir?”

He boots a few ducks out of his path. “Yes, this is where I work on – important – matters. Also, no need for formalities, Lucifer is fine. Those bags for me?”

You almost forgot why you were even standing in the King’s office. All the piles of rubber ducks grabbed your attention and now you wanted to look through them out of pure curiosity. Handing over the bags, you keep scanning around the room. Lucifer notices your curious glances, “Would you – like to see my most recent project?” he asks nervously. You feel your face light up at the offer and he can’t help but mirror your excitement.

He starts to show you all the ducks he’s created, their names, what they can do. His eyes glimmer excitedly every time you display even the slightest interest in one. What feels like a mere fifteen minutes ends up becoming a couple hours. As he shows you the last of his collection, a solemn look crosses his face.

“Thank you for this. I don’t get a lot of visitors and haven’t really been able to share my work since Charlie…grew up. Plus, it’s nice to see you smile, especially after our first encounter.”

Your breath catches at the memory of that night. Not so much the crying in the arms of the devil part - rather the grief you felt shortly after. “Oh – thank you for taking the time to show me. Truthfully, I haven’t had much reason to smile lately so it’s a lovely change.”

His smile drops. There's a long pause as he fights with himself to find the right words, “Did he…Alastor I mean…hurt you that night? You can tell me. I know Charlie is close with him, so you probably don’t feel comfortable -”

“He didn’t hurt me. At least not in the physical sense.” Frowning, you curse at yourself for being too honest. You can’t help but feel at ease in his presence. He was Lucifer, King of Hell and easily the most powerful in all the seven rings. What ulterior motives could he possibly have or need? He has no reason to be anything other than genuine in his worry for you. He made it all too easy to tell him anything. Rule #1 Never trust another Overlord/Demon

He looks at you pitifully. I hate when someone looks at me like that. “I’m fine. Nothing to worry about.” You force a smile then hang your head towards the floor to hide the truth. The wounds were too fresh. The last thing you want is another breakdown in front of him. He’s seen enough tears from me.

Two fingers pull your chin up to his gaze, “Your eyes tell me a much different story. Tell me, does he know of your power?” he asks delicately.

Weird, Alastor never really asked me to show him what I could do. He always just said he could ‘sense’ it. Your brows gather at the realization, “Not exactly. He knows I have it, just not what I can do fully.”

He lets go of you with a sigh of relief, “Probably for the best.”

“Wait, do you – “

“I do not know, though I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little curious. You must have something special to survive down here.” He flashes a devilish grin that makes heat rise to your cheeks.

Rule #2 Never tell a soul what (or how much) power you have. Can’t hurt for the King to know, right? “Well you were gracious enough to show me your special collection. Let me show you something that’s special to me in return.”

Taking his hand, you lead him to his chair and motion for him to sit down. “Do you have anything sharp?” you ask. He hesitates slightly before grabbing a small knife from his workbench.

“So - I don’t know how this will work with the whole ‘fallen angel’ thing but...trust me?”

His worried eyes are surpassed by a warm smile, nodding for you to continue. You kneel in front of him and take his hand palm side up, “Sorry, this might hurt a little.” He flinches as you slice into his skin and golden fluid gushes from the wound. I didn’t know angelic blood was so beautiful.

Flipping his hand over, you press your lips to his knuckles. A hiss leaves your throat from the sting as the cut heals and blood disappears. Lucifer pulls his hand away to inspect his palm. “Wow…that is…..definitely something,” he breathed in amazement. His hands find yours as he stands to help you up from the floor, but he doesn't let go. Eyes widened in curiosity, “Do you feel anything when it happens?”

You shrug, “Depends on the wound. Stuff like that just stings. Other times it feels like my body is getting ripped apart.”

Lucifer hums, drawing nervous little circles in your palms with his thumbs, “The gift of healing is something truly amazing.” He seems to lose himself in thought but continues to ghost across your skin. The light touch from his tracing sends you into full body chills.

“You're beautiful.” he whispers under his breath.

You catch his attention to pull him out of his own mind. “I’m sorry?”

“IT’S beautiful - the gift. I mean you’re beautiful too I just - I mean …” You try to hide your giggles as he continues to stammer like a schoolboy. It was refreshing to see him flustered like this, vulnerable and unsure of himself. He stops to take a breath and recollect his thoughts, “I'm sorry I’m just trying to figure out what you, of all people, could possibly want or need from that…demon.” His voice sharpened bitterly at the word. He really likes to poke the sore subjects doesn’t he.

“I didn’t need anything. And I wanted…it doesn’t matter what I wanted. He made his intentions clear that night that I was only some tool for him. He never cared. And I knew better but yet here I am - “

“Heartbroken…?”

Tears swell in your eyes as he said the word. Uhg not again…Rule #4 Never let your weaknesses show.

Lucifer wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you against him. He softly presses a kiss to your forehead then to each cheek, taking your fallen tears with his lips. Your body freezes at the sudden affection. This feels wrong…

“Look, I know things are getting bad out there, but I can promise you safety - true safety. You can stay here. Away from the sinners, the exorcists, him…you can be here with me and away from all the evil that floods the streets –“ “No!” you interject louder than you mean to. He cocks his head at your sudden outburst, looking offended but softens when he sees tears continue down your face. “I see why Charlie likes you so much my dear. You both try so hard to see the best in everyone and want to help. It’s unfortunate such kind souls like yours are taken advantage of far too often.” You feel his grip tighten at your waist as he presses a hand to your cheek. This feels so very wrong…Rule #3 Never bring anyone too close

You grab his wrists, not to move them away but rather to make sure they don’t travel your body any further, “I have ways of keeping myself safe, Lucifer. I appreciate your offer but I can’t…I won’t…hide away. I refuse to be caged when there are people out there that need help.”

He lets out a low chuckle and rests his forehead on yours. His eyes close as he sighs, “Your determination and stubbornness remind me so much of her…”

“Who?” you whisper.

His lips hover above yours, “Lillith.”

This IS wrong. “Luci –“

Before you can say anything else his lips interrupt yours. His kiss is gentle yet unwavering. Your body aches from how tense your body has become. Any other sinner would kill to be in your position right now, but your mind is only focused on one person – and it isn’t the one kissing you. I hate this...

Like a saving grace, Lucifer’s phone begins ringing with Charlie’s adorable baby picture lighting up the screen. He pulls away and answers it reluctantly, “Heeeey you! How’d the m – oh? Yes, we will be right there.” He hangs up with a groan and intertwines his fingers with yours, “We will have to put this to the side for now. Apparently, the meeting with Heaven didn’t go well. Charlie needs us back at the hotel.” With his free hand he opens a portal into the hotel lobby and pulls you alongside him.

Stepping into the lobby, his hand keeps a firm grip on yours. You walk in just in time to see Charlie bursting into tears and running upstairs with Vaggie and Alastor trailing close behind her.

“Charlie wait – “ Vaggie tries to stop her but halts at the banister, knowing she is far too upset to talk right now. Lucifer finally lets go of you and rushes to follow his daughter, shoving Alastor to the side as he makes his way up the stairs.

His face twists into a snarl at the King’s boorishness. Realizing he wasn’t alone Alastor glances over his shoulder to see you staring. A strange mixture of hurt and relief fills your body seeing him for the first time since that night. He didn’t look like his usually pristine self. He looked…tired? Disheveled? Why does he look like he’s been worse off than me? As if he’s suffered just as much? You notice his smile falter as he looks back at you before turning to see Lucifer making his way back down the stairs.

“She seems to need some time alone.” Lucifer announces with a hint of hurt in his voice. Ignoring Alastor, he walks over to you and takes your hips forcefully, making you flinch at his grip. “I think it’s best I take my leave for now. Promise you’ll at least consider my offer, please? I’d hate for you to..” he glares back at Alastor to ensure he was watching, “…get hurt in any way. You’re worth protecting my dear.” He places a long kiss to your forehead and vanishes in a stream of red ribbon.

You rub your sides where he had grabbed you to take away the sting. Your face contorts uncomfortably at the remnants of his touch and kiss. Alastor takes a step towards you almost unconsciously. You snap to his eyes, silently begging for him not to come closer. You want nothing more than to run to him, to feel his touch, his warmth, his safety but you know it'd just hurt more. He stops, offering a nod as he dissipates into his shadow without a word.

Vaggie fills you in on what happened in the meeting with Heaven. Your stomach turns at the idea of the Exorcists targeting the hotel and your friends. You know you’re going to be needed more than ever come that day. I need to be stronger; they’ll need all the help they can get.

You lay down for the evening hoping sleep would come easy but find your eyes only burning into the ceiling. The Extermination, Lucifer’s offer, Alastor…Your mind didn’t know what problem to try and figure out first. After lying awake for a couple hours, you give up and decide to go for a walk to clear your thoughts. As you walk through the lobby you give a quick smile to Husk who was closing up the bar for the night.

“And where are you off to so late?” he hollers, making you jump from the sudden break in silence.

“Just need to clear my head, Husk. Have a good evening.” you continue walking towards the front doors. He quickly catches up and puts a paw on your shoulder, “Mind if I join? Some fresh air sounds pretty good right now.” You shake your head and step to the side for him to lead the way.

The two of you walk in a comfortable silence around the small path circling the building. Distant yells and car horns fill the air from the city below. “Quite an exit from the King this afternoon. Sure got Al riled up.” Husk says casually. You stop dead in your tracks at the comment, “What do you mean?”

“If Al comes for a drink, it’s just that. A single drink. Tonight you would have thought he was trying to drown himself.” “If you came along to try to guilt trip me, don’t bother. He did this to himself.” you bite, continuing down the path in hopes he would drop the subject.

Husk stops you again, “I ain’t trying to get in between whatever messed up relationship you two have, but as someone who is usually at the brunt of his bad moods, he hasn’t once bitten my head off since you came around. You have an…interesting…effect on that evil bastard.”

You shake off his hand, frustrated at the continued prodding. “That’s exactly what he is. Nothing more than a selfish, heartless -”

“He can’t be too heartless considering...” Husk stops himself seeing your head whip around. You walk back towards him, keeping your voice low, “Considering?”

He rubs the back of his neck nervously and takes a deep breath, “Look he never confides in me. I mean he barely speaks to me other than when he needs something. The liquor really did a number -”

You grab his shoulders to stop his rambling, “What did he say?”

“I - I didn’t even know he had the word in his vocabulary -”

“HUSK!?”

“He said…he loves you.”

If it wasn’t pounding so loudly in your ears, you could have sworn your heart stopped. Any air in your lungs felt as though it was sucked out, “What…”

“That was all he said before leaving for the radio tower. It about broke him seeing Lucifer with you. I never thought he’d say something like that out loud.” Husk says quietly, as if afraid someone else would hear the confession. You stare at him for a while, trying to process what he was saying. Your head starts to spin. Is he just trying to lie his way back to me? Why would he even tell Husk anything? Did he really lose his tongue from the liquor? “I - I need to s-sit down.” your knees buckle but Husk grabs you before you hit the ground.

“Woahh - alright yeah let’s get you inside.”

He helps you inside and sits you on the lounge chair in the lobby, “You okay kid?”

You finally catch your breath and rest your head in your hands, “Yeah, just a lot to take in today. Thanks Husk. I’ll be good.” He takes the hint that you need a few minutes to yourself and starts to head to his room.

“Actually wait - mind pouring me a double real quick?” you try to ask but it sounds more like a demand. Husk reluctantly walks back to the bar to pour your usual, “You uh - sure this is a good idea?”

No but fuck it.

“Yes, it’s fine. Thank you again.” you slam back the drink, not letting a drop go to waste. You needed to feel the burn to ground yourself and prepare for what you were about to do.

Husk leaves you in the lobby. You wait a few moments to allow the liquid courage to burn through your veins, then make your way to Alastor’s radio tower.

Here we go.

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undreaming-fanfiction · 2 months

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My personal sun

A belated entry for the third day of @steddieangstyaugust, prompt 3 - "The sunset looks lovely, don't you think?"

"The sunset looks lovely, don't you think?"

They hadn't seen one of those in a while. The constant stormy sky of the Upside Down bled over to their world too, and everything turned dark and red.

But not now. El closed the gate and the clouds had dissipated just in time to grant them a gorgeous view of the setting sun. Its gentle embrace made it seem like in the end, everything would be okay.

Well, almost eveything.

Steve took one last wistful look at the setting sun and closed the curtains. No matter how much he wanted to reach out to that newly reclaimed shred of normalcy, Eddie needed him more.

Eddie shook his head. "Steve, don't be stupid. Go outside, enjoy it. It's not like I can go anywhere and disappear on you."

"That "don't be stupid" belongs to you, Munson. How is your face?"

Scowling, Eddie tried to turn away, but Steve was faster. He gently turned Eddie's head towards him and swept away the hair covering the right side of his face. The burn was nasty, full of blisters and peeling skin, but it was starting to heal. At least this part of Eddie's condition was good.

As if he could read Steve's mind, Eddie flinched away. "Yeah, it's still there. Just like the fangs, those fucking sharp nails...let's face it, Steve. I'm going to be this way forever. The Upside Down is gone from everywhere except me. And now that we've won, I can't even go outside." I can't go outside with you.

Steve took a deep breath. "Eddie..."

But as if a dam had burst, Eddie interrupted him and just kept going. "Do you understand what it means, Steve? I'm the only monster that survived the gate closing. It's over for everyone except me. I can't go outside. I can't be in the sun unless I want to boil alive in my skin. I can't eat normal food, I can't...I can't be normal." He spoke fast and through gritted teeth, but even then he couldn't keep in the sob that tore its way from his throat. "How long is it going to take until you understand that I'm holding you back, huh? Things can never go back to what they used to be when I'm around. Why don't we just call it quits now? Because Steve, even though you are an amazing guy, you will regret me. Everyone does in the end. And now? Shit. Even I regret me."

He curled in on himself, refusing to meet Steve's eye. A clean cut would be for the best. A clean cut, a chance to heal, if that was even possible. After all, it was only a few months that they were together. Wayne didn't know Eddie was alive yet. He could just disappear and not cause his loved ones even more pain and disappointment. Yep. A good plan, if he said so himself.

It was quiet for a moment, and then - gentle hands on his clenched ones.

"Well, I don't."

Eddie blinked through his tear filled eyes. "You don't what?"

"Regret you. I never could and I never will." Just like moments ago, Steve's calloused hand made its way to Eddie's cheek and forced him to look up, to have the conversation they so desperately needed.

It was ridiculous. Didn't Steve understand that this was all for him?!

"How do you know?" whispered Eddie. "You can't know that Steve."

But that stubborn man with a heart of gold that had enough room for everyone, even this new twisted and broken Eddie Munson, just smiled at him. "I know. Because you're wrong on so many levels, Eddie, which is saying something because normally you're so smart. Things will never go to normal. Not like they used to be. We've lost so much. So many. We know things we shouldn't. And as for me being normal..." he laughed, and did Eddie detect a hint of bitterness? "I'm one head injury away from permanent damage to god knows what. I triple check all the locks, blinds, windows, and I still can't get a good night's sleep. I can't even fall asleep without having my bat nearby. My nightmares are so real I'm afraid of hurting someone if I can't recognize I'm not fully awake."

He grasped Eddie's hands tighter, with more urgency. "This is my new normal, Eddie. A life in a destroyed town I'm too stubborn to leave. I want to rebuild. I want to learn how to live in my new reality. And I want you to be a part of it. If you're willing."

Eddie bit his lip, nearly avoiding puncturing it with his fang. "I don't know..."

But Steve wasn't deterred. "Besides. The gremlins are growing up. Dustin is crazy smart, and the government owes us big time. You're not broken, Eddie, but I wouldn't give up on seeing the sun again just yet. After all, we have the rest of our lives to figure it out. But even if you can't ever go back, it won't change anything."

"And the sun?" That way the most important thing. Eddie knew that Steve wasn't repulsed by his new body, but having a partner who could never walk outside with him during daytime? Eddie couldn't do that to him.

"Triggers my migraines, did you forget?" After seeing Eddie's annoyed frown, Steve quickly continued. "It's not everything, Eddie. There are overcast days. Beautiful evenings and nights, with some quiet we both need. The forest has a lot of shade to hide in. And, if I ever miss the sun...I will go, enjoy it for a while, and then come back to you. Just as you will always come back to me. How does that sound?"

Despite his weakening resolve, Eddie could picture it. He could see the days when he'd stay asleep in a well covered room, catch up on the newest books, and Steve would come from outside, curl up next to him, and the sun's warmth would transfer from his skin to Eddie's. Like his own personal sun.

He was still crippled by fear, but if the last months taught him something, it was that he could be brave. It was worth it.

Eddie pulled one of Steve's hands to his mouth and kissed it.

"It sounds wonderful," he said, and when he saw Steve's grin, he thought - huh. Maybe sun is overrated.

#steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #steddieangstyaugust #I'm trying to keep up but I'm quite sick so...whenever I manage to stay awake I write a little bit #vampire eddie munson

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kanmom51 · 1 year

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Gonna just place this here

If the pics of JK 'smoking' wouldn't have been all over the internet, I wouldn't have posted this to start with.

But seeing they are, and seeing that someone might have maliciously tried to cause him damage, I think that is reason enough.

I will start by saying that JK is a fucking adult and is allowed to do what the fuck he wants to as long as it's legal of course. Drink, smoke, have sex with you know who.

It is ok to not like the idea of him smoking.

It is ok to say so.

It's ok to think it's not good for him nor his voice.

But at the end of the day, it's his body, his life, his decision as an adult.

Saying that, this whole thing just might be a big fat lie.

Here you go:

The last one is cropped so hard to tell.

I guess the difference in coloration between the cigarettes was a clue. The lit ends as well, seeing we don't get to see JK taking a drag not even once all the time the camera is on him (enough for the cigarette to become clearly much shorter, as in smoked). Oh, and where's the smoke? We clearly get smoke off the other guy's cigarette, but none form JK's with the big ass lit tip?

Ah, and another weird thing was the way he was holding the cigarette while demonstrating the Seven moves.

Who in the fucking hell holds a cigarette between his middle finger and ring finger?

Also, the whole cigarette looks wrong, including the tip.

And if we are already on that, if the camera was there all that time, how didn't we get a pic of him taking a drag from that cigarette the whole damn time. I mean, if you're out to get him, that would be the kicker pic, no? We get one of the others taking a drag from his cigarette. Where's the pic of JK doing it?

The camera was there the whole time, right? So, we have pics with JK without any cigarette in hand standing alone. Then 3 pics of him with the cigarette. Different looking cigarettes. Who gave him the cigarette? Who lit it for him? How don't we get a pic of any of that?

The other guys are smoking (supposedly). Wouldn't we have had the whole lighting the cigarettes process going on you get with social smoking? The lighter/s, the taking a drag to light the cigi? Again, how was none of that caught on camera?

And I kind of find it interesting how see through the cigarette is too. You can literally see JK's finger through the cigarette. Must be a new kind of brand.

Now, I don't have any fancy photography apps handy right now, but that whole hand looks kind of weird to me.

Also, between the see through cigarette pic and the brown looking cigarette (both photos with JK talking to same man) cigarette looks to be around same size (?) and strangely his grip on the cigarette changes from holding it between his index and middle finger to middle and ring finger. Doing this with a lit cigarette one handed, idk...

Could the photos be real? Maybe?

Maybe they look off because of the quality of the photos? Possibly, I guess. Although bad quality would be true about all the pics. So, for instance, no smoke showing could be due to bad quality if the same couldn't be said about the other's cigarettes.

Could either of the batches of pics be edited? Of course they could.

The cigarettes could have been edited in or out.

It's just that there are so many discrepancies in the cigarette holding pics that I am leaning on thinking they aren't authentic.

End of day conclussions:

Fucking hell!!!

You just cannot believe everything you see now days in the media. Not in photos and not in videos either.

Check, double check, triple check and always stay vigilant and suspicious unless it's from a confirmed and trustworthy source.

As of this one, the jury is out on it.

Oh, and either way, it's his life, his decisions.

#jungkook #JK #what the hell is wrong with people?

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pedroscurls · 1 year

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Third Time’s A Charm (Part 5).

Character(s): Victoria (Frankie’s wife), Reader (female, second person POV), and Frankie “Catfish” Morales Summary: You bump into Frankie’s wife while he and the guys are in Colombia. However, when the guys finally come back home, something doesn’t sit right with you and Frankie surprises you by asking you for a favor. Word Count: 1,970 Author's Note: Things are picking up y’all... And it’s only going to get more complicated from here. I decided not to write the action scenes that the guys had to do in Triple Frontier because well, we all know what happened. Instead, I wanted to explore more of how it affected Frankie. Anyway, thank you all for reading and sticking around!🥹 Warning: None.

You busied yourself the week the guys were gone, focusing solely on work. You kept your promise to Tom, making sure to check in on Tess and he was right, she was growing so fast. You wanted to reach out to Frankie, to any of the guys, but decided against it. They had to focus on Lorea, knowing full well that outside distractions were just going to get in the way. So, you kept yourself busy, hoping that the days would pass quicker until the guys came home.

There were a couple of days left before they would be coming home and you decided to go to the store after work. You had held office hours for your students, which only a handful took advantage of. You knew you needed to buy dinner, having forgotten to eat lunch as you wondered how the guys were doing, hoping that they were safe. Santiago described the mission down to each little detail and you hoped that there weren’t any roadblocks that would cause them trouble.

As you were driving, your mind drifted to Frankie. The moments you both shared in the last week brought back so many memories and so many feelings that you thought were completely gone. You still loved him, there was no doubt about it. Being in his arms, feeling his soft touches, realizing that he still loved you too brought conflicting emotions for you. While yes, it felt great to know that he still felt the same way, there was a part of you that remembered he was married.

You knew that you couldn’t go further than letting him know that you would still be here for him. He was already spoken for and the only thing you could do was love him from afar. Since Frankie married Victoria, there had been lingering thoughts about whether or not you made the right decision to leave for California for school. Maybe you both should have at least tried to make it work as a long distance relationship. Would it have made any difference? Would you both have made it through those two years? Neither you nor Frankie would ever know and now, you both had to deal with the decisions you both made.

You made it to the nearby grocery store, stepping out of your car and walking inside. You didn’t know what you wanted to eat or cook, so you aimlessly walked the aisles, hoping that something would stand out to you. You had looked down at your phone for a moment before bumping into someone, instantly apologizing. She was taller than you and when she turned around, you felt the color in your face immediately drain. It was like you had seen a ghost.

“Victoria,” you said quietly. “I am so sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

Victoria just looked at you. She had told you to stay away from Frankie, to respect her and their marriage, but neither the guys nor Frankie knew about that. It was something that you decided to keep to yourself, not wanting the guys’ image of Victoria tainted by your gossip. You certainly didn’t want to put Frankie in a tough spot either, so you respected her wishes and kept your distance.

“It’s been a while,” she finally said. “How are you?”

You cleared your throat, giving her a small smile. “Um, good. Busy, you know, with work and all, but I’m good. How are you?”

You both were standing in the middle of the wine aisle, staring at each other. You could feel the tension thicken in the air, knowing that you both shared a love for the same man. It was awkward and you could feel your heart beating out of your chest.

“I’m good too,” Victoria said. “Frankie’s in Colombia, with the boys.” She smiled, looking over at you. “Something about a boy’s trip since Santiago is back in town.”

Your brow furrowed slightly. Frankie had lied to Victoria and you didn’t know why. You also wondered how much Frankie withheld from Victoria. Instead of showing any ounce of confusion, you decided to play along with it.

“Oh, that’s right. Santiago did mention something about that. Sounds like the boys are all back together,” you replied, letting out a quiet laugh.

“Hope they’re not causing trouble,” Victoria added. “I believe they’ll be back the day after tomorrow.”

You just nodded. You knew exactly what time they were supposed to be back, but didn’t want Victoria to know that you also knew. “Oh, that’s nice. I bet they can’t wait to get home.”

Victoria just smiled. “Yeah, I do miss my Frankie.”

My Frankie. It made you tighten your jaw temporarily. You were surprised at the jealousy that was bubbling within you, but technically, she was right. Frankie was hers. It just served as another reminder that your chance with him had passed. Right person, wrong time.

“How are you guys by the way?” You decided to ask, watching her smile falter for a moment. “Benny and Will tell me how he’s doing from time to time, but I haven’t spoken to him since… Since you pulled me aside that one night.”

Victoria nodded, knowing exactly what you were referring to. “We’re great,” she lied. “You know how marriages are. We’re actually gonna go to couple’s therapy when he gets back, figured it’d help us grow and get closer.”

All you could do was nod. Couple therapy. You had to wonder if there was any truth to Victoria’s words, but that was only because a part of you hoped that Frankie would choose you in the end. It was a selfish thought, considering that he was already in a committed relationship.

“That’s great,” you said with a forced smile. “Good for you both.”

“How about you? You seeing anyone?” She asked.

You shook your head. “Too busy with work,” you laughed quietly. “I don’t really have much time to date.” That was partially the truth, but you couldn’t admit to her that there was a part of you that probably would never get into a real relationship ever again. Not after Frankie. The bar he set was too high and no other man after him had ever come close. No, you definitely could not say that to her. After all, she was the woman married to the man you loved.

Victoria nodded. “You should get out there, have some fun. Sometimes, I do miss it.”

“Miss being single?”

“Yeah,” she admitted. “The thrill of it.”

“Thrill?” You laughed. “Dating is terrible. I’d rather not.”

Victoria shrugged, letting out a quiet laugh. “That’s what I hear, but it doesn’t seem too bad.”

“Well, you’re lucky. You’re married, so you don’t have to worry about any of that.”

“I guess,” Victoria said. “Anyway, we should get together one day.”

You looked at her, eyes narrowing slightly. “Maybe,” you said honestly. “I’m sure it’d be fun.”

Victoria smiled and then motioned over her shoulder. “Well, I’ll let you go. I’ll give you a text later this week or something and maybe we can plan for brunch.”

Again, you forced a smile, opting to be polite instead of reminding this woman of the horrendous things she said to you last year. It was like a complete switch and you didn’t know what her agenda was, what she was trying to do. “That sounds great. Well, have a good night. It was nice seeing you.”

You both gave each other an awkward hug, said your goodbyes, and walked in opposite directions. You let out a heavy breath and shut your eyes for a moment. You missed the guys and especially, you missed Frankie.

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A couple days passed and you were surprised by Santiago’s text. He had told you that you didn’t need to pick them up at their airport anymore. Something didn’t sit well with you, so instead of replying, you decided to give him a call.

“Santi,” you said.

“We’re home already,” Santiago blurted out.

“What?” You could tell by the sound of his voice that things didn’t go the way he had planned. There was guilt, sadness, and disappointment laced in the tone of his voice. “What happened? Are you guys okay?”

“Listen, I’ll give you a call back later.”

“Santi–” Before you could continue, he had already hung up the phone. You sighed, not particularly enjoying the feeling of uncertainty that settled in the pit of your stomach.

So, you decided to call Will. No answer.

Benny, didn’t pick up.

Tom, straight to voicemail.

There was only one person left to call and you didn’t know if you should, remembering your run-in with Victoria. Sighing heavily, you decided to call Frankie anyway. If she picked up, you knew that you could lie and say that you were just concerned for the rest of the guys.

But when Frankie answered, your heart skipped a beat.

“Hermosa,” he said.

“Frankie,” you sighed. “What the hell is going on? Are you guys okay?”

Then, Frankie surprised you by replying, “Can I come over?”

“Y–Yeah, just you?”

“Just me, is that okay?”

“Only if you tell me what’s going on,” you said.

“I’ll tell you everything, hermosa. I just– I need you right now,” his voice cracked. Your heart broke. Something happened in Colombia and you were determined to find out what.

Twenty minutes passed and you heard a knock at your door. Standing from your couch, you opened the door to see Frankie standing on your doorstep, clean shaven, sad eyes, and most importantly, with a duffel bag in hand.

“Frankie, are you–”

He dropped his bag and instantly took a step forward, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly. He buried his face against the crook of your neck and just held you there. You could feel the tension in his shoulders, the tightness in his back, and you gently wrapped your arms around him as well.

“I got you,” you whispered. “You’re safe.”

Frankie just tightened his grip around you further. He held you like that for a few seconds longer before he pulled back to look down at you. Something was wrong, so very wrong.

“Come on in,” you said.

Frankie stepped inside and set his bag in the corner, removing his shoes. You shut the door and before you could say another word, Frankie grabbed your hand and pulled you to him again. While you appreciated being in his arms, the silence coming from Frankie was so loud.

“Frankie, what in the hell is going on?”

“Can I stay here for a few days?” He asked quietly. “I just– I have a lot to think about and I’d rather do it in a safe place.”

“But Victoria–”

“It’ll be fine.” Frankie sighed. “We’re taking a bit of a break right now and–”

“A break?” You pulled away from him and shook your head. “Frankie, what’s wrong?”

“Colombia was–” He took a deep breath and shut his eyes. All Frankie could see was Tom’s lifeless body. They weren’t on alert, not realizing that they were being followed by two teenage boys as an act of revenge. Frankie shook his head and looked down at you with soft, pleading eyes. “Please…”

You didn’t know what was going on, what had happened, but seeing Frankie so visibly upset broke your heart. You let out a quiet sigh and nodded. “Okay,” you sighed. “Okay, but you have to sleep on the couch.”

Frankie nodded. “That’s fair.”

You took his hand and looked up at him, noticing the pain in his eyes. “I’m not going to ask unless you want to tell me, but I just– I need to know if you guys are okay.”

Frankie looked at you, biting the inside of his cheek and responding.

“No…” He replied quietly. “We’re not…”

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Part 6.

Taglist: @harriedandharassed, @tanzthompson, @casa-boiardi

#frankie morales #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales fanfic #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier fanfic #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfic #francisco morales #francisco morales fanfiction #francisco catfish morales #francisco catfish morales fanfiction #frankie morales x reader (you)#frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #story: third time's a charm #pedrostories

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greatbigbellies · 10 months

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2023 PREGNANCY KINK ADVENT CALENDAR (DAY 7)

McPreggo Mukbang Part 1.

Penelope pulled the food items out of the paper bags they came in, making sure everything was in order. She’d learned the hard way before that the paper sacks that fast food places used were notoriously loud and could wreak havoc on even well-balanced audio. Burgers, chicken sandwiches and strips, …fried pickles? She’d never eaten here before, but some of her friends and a ton of her viewers all suggested she check it out for a mukbang or food review. She figured she could stream the mukbang, review the food as she went, condense the highlights for youtube, and kill two birds with one stone!

“McPreggo, huh? This stuff just magically knocks you up?” she asked her friend on video call. “Yeah. Shit really works!” her colleague stood up from his chair to show his ripe, bare bump on the video feed. Penelope just shook her head. “There’s DEMAND for that? I’ve never met a parent who said the pregnancy was supposed to be the enjoyable part!” she said in disbelief. “Oh yeah. Some couples want to try it out before they do it for real, some actors order it for parts when they play knocked up characters…. And some people are just freaks!” he laughed, before taking another bite of his burger.

Penelope raised her eyebrow at him. “Uh huh. So uh, which one are you? You seem like you’ve indulged quite a bit…” she smirked. He beamed “Oh nooooo my wifi is dying gotta go! Don’t get stuck on your back, these things don’t skimp on weight. Okaybyeeee!” he closed the video chat, leaving Penelope to start her stream.

She sat down, surrounded by amazing smelling food. Everything was fresh and hot and ready to enjoy, and she had skipped breakfast for extra content today. Time to see if the McPreggo fad was all it was cracked up to be! She started the stream.

Instantly, a few dozen viewers rolled in. She’d been hyping this up on social media for a couple of weeks, and the buildup seemed to have paid off. She did her standard greeting and thanked the few subscribers that’d popped up between stream, before shifting into the good stuff. “So I imagine 99% of you know what we’re doing today. It’s the pregnancy fast food place that’s making the rounds right now! McPreggo! This is gonna be both a mukbang and a review stream, because I want you guys to know whether or not it’s worth going out and getting long before the highlights go on youtube! So, uh, this isn’t sponsored. I dumped like $65 on food for this and I intend to try all of it! I’m not sure how big I’ll get. There has to be some kind of built in limit on this stuff, right?” She watched her chat flow for a few moments, looking for a consensus.

“Yeah no triplets is the limit”

“No limit” “There’s no limit”

“I’m stuck in my car from this stuff rn be careful”

“If there IS a limit no one has hit it yet” “The limit is your imagination”

She glanced nervously at the collection of food sitting around her. Surely it didn’t ALL make you more pregnant, right?

“Whatever, let’s just… there’s no sense in worrying about it. If it was unsafe the FDA would have shut them down by now!” she grabbed her first item, a single quarter pounder burger. “I didn’t get the like… double and triple burgers cause like… it’s basically the same burger but more meat, and I want room for the other stuff! If this one’s good, they’re all good!”

The first bite was perfect. The patty was hot and juicy, the bun, warm and fluffy, the vegetables cool and crisp, and the sauces brought it all together. “God, this is like… yeah, okay, if it’s all this good, I can see why this is popular. Like I’d get knocked up for a burger this fine,” It didn’t take long for her to put the sandwich away. Someone made a stream donation in response.

“Hi Penelope. I hope you’re wearing loose fitting clothes. Also try to pickle chips next, they make everything else taste better.” she read out loud. “I-...” she started to respond before being cut off by the strange sensation in her gut. Her hands went to her belly as it swelled fuller, going from mildly plush to rounded out over about 15 seconds. Her palms filled with tummy as her fingers spread trying to hold it. The process wasn’t painful, or even particularly uncomfortable, but it was jarring, especially for the first time. She lifted up her blouse to bare her belly, staring down at it. Her navel was still an innie, and she didn’t have any stretchmarks, but she carried far forward, her singleton belly taking up more space than she really thought a pregnant belly would. It was heavy too, feeling like a water filled sphere, a little over the size of a bowling ball, resting squarely on her hips.

Her chat lit up.

“It works” “IT WOOOORKS YOUR A MOMMY NOW”

“MORE MORE!” “Poggers”

She swallowed firmly. “I felt it actually kick,” she said. She stared at it. She knew it’d be real, and that it’d work, but didn’t expect it to work so well and feel so real. She took a moment to center herself, patting her tummy, before returning her attention to her stream. “So, uh, yeah… this stuff really works. Fast too, and didn’t hurt! Was just… kind of unexpected!” she put her stream voice back on and got back to work. “So the pickle chips huh? I’m not super into pickles but they’re fried so… maybe they’ll be good?”

She grabbed the carton, a large order, and tried them one chip at a time at first, then two, then four, then by the handful. She demolished the whole carton in less than a minute. “Wow, those, uh, those hit the spot. And hey, I’m not any more pregnant soooo, they’re like… safe to eat if you don’t want to pop your buttons!” she smiled. Her tummy growled in anticipation, and Penelope found herself craving the remaining items. Maybe polishing everything else off wasn’t going to be so difficult after all?

#2023 pregnancy kink advent calendar #long post #writing #mcpreggo

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sunnyie-eve · 6 months

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18 | In Three's

Series: Indispensable | Teen Wolf

Paring: (Stiles Stilinski x OFC Martin)

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: None

A/N: Might be a few mistakes

| MASTERLIST |

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"It is not a double date. It is a group thing." Lydia tells Allison.

"I didn't say it was a double date. I said triple date. And do they know it's a group thing? Cause I told you that I'm not ready to get back at there."

"You were in France and didn't do any dating or flirting for four months?" Julia speaks up in the back seat.

"Did you two? I mean, after..." Allison starts to ask Lydia.

"Do not say his name."

"Is he okay? I mean, did everything work out?" Allison asks.

"Doctors looked like total idiots when he turned up alive but everyone got over it." Julia laughs.

"And yes, Derek taught him the Werewolf 101. Like how not to randomly kill people during a full moon."

"So then you've talked to him?" Allison smiles.

"Uh, not since he left for London."

"You mean since his dad moved him to London." Allison corrects her.

"Whatever, he left. And seriously an American Werewolf in London? Like that's not going to be a disaster."

"So you totally over him?"

"Would I be going on a triple date if I wasn't? Yes, it is a triple date. It's not an orgy. You'll live." Lydia makes the two laugh. "Plus Julia really needs this because Isaac hasn't been answering her."

"You and Isaac?" Allison looks back at her smiling.

"Again, we aren't a thing. It was just a little thing over the summer till he got busy with Derek looking for Boyd and Erica." Julia explains to her.

"And you're super moody without a fun toy." Lydia and Allison laugh while Julia tries to defend herself.

"I don't understand why try this when you know the last double date we went on I didn't keep in contact with."

"You seemed to get along with that prep school guy. You talked about lacrosse." Lydia tells her.

"Yeah, but." Julia shuts up.

"Oh, my god. Oh, my god. I can't see him, not now." Allison starts to freak so the sisters look to their left to see Scott and Stiles. "Lydia, go. Just go!"

"But the light." Lydia looks at the light and then goes while it's red.

"Lydia, stop. We need to go back and talk to them." Allison says so Lydia stops and they look back to see they stopped too. "Why would they stop?"

"It's Stiles and Scott. Do you really want to try applying logic to those two?" Julia laughs before they all scream because a deer ran right into the windshield going through it.

They get out and the guys run over to check on them, "Are you hurt?" Stiles looks at Lydia and Julia, "You're bleeding." He sees Julia's cheek with a small piece of glass. "Careful, I don't wanna hurt you." He takes it out for her.

"Thank you,"

"I am totally freaking out. How the hell does it just run into us?" Lydia gets loud as Scott goes to look. "I saw its eyes right before it hit us. It was like it... It was like it was crazy."

"No, it was scared." Scott says, "Actually, terrified." He touches it.

Lydia's car gets taken to get fixed so the girls just head home but Lydia was still having her date come over so she puts Prada in Julia's room.

While Julia was getting things ready for school tomorrow, Prada bites her ankle, "Prada!" She was shocked because Prada had never bitten anyone. Prada jumps onto her bed curling up into a ball, "What's with you?" Julia goes back to getting things ready.

For school the next morning, Allison takes the sisters to school. Walking the halls alone, Julia sees the boys so she rushes over to hang on Scott's free arm, "Good morning boys." She smiles.

"How are you doing this morning?" Scott asks looking at where her cut was on her cheek.

"Fine, just still wish school was out."

"Don't we all?" Stiles adds.

"Especially Scott and Allison so they don't have to see each other." Julia laughs so Scott pushes her away from him.

"Shut up." He makes her laugh as they walk into class.

When Lydia and Allison come in Alison has to sit in front of Scott while Lydia sits in front of Julia who was to the left of Stiles. Their new teacher comes in reading a text she sent to the whole class that was part of a book they would be reading this year.

While working on their assignment Stiles notices a bandage on Julia's ankle, "Julia. What is that? Is that from the accident?"

"No, Prada bit me."

"Lydia's dog?" He asks.

"No, her designer handbag. Yes, her dog."

"Has it ever bitten you before?" He asks now so she shakes her head no, "Okay. What if it's, like, the same thing as the deer? You know, like, how animals start acting weird right before an earthquake or something?"

"Meaning what? Like something bad is coming?"

"It was a deer and a dog, guys." Lydia looks back at them.

"What's that thing you say about threes? Once, twice..." Julia is cut off as a bang happens so she looks at the window to see blood.

Everyone looks before birds start flying into the window breaking but coming into the classroom.

"Get down! Everyone!" Ms. Blake tells the class.

Lydia gets under her desk while Stiles moves Julia's so he can cover her body with his as they get down. When all the birds die the class gets up looking around.

"You okay?" Stiles looks at Julia.

"Yeah, you got a little blood here." She carefully touches his head.

"I'm fine." He lets her know.

Soon the police show up to check up on the students and ask questions about what exactly happened. "Julia, you okay?" Noah asks as she sits on top of a desk next to Stiles.

"Yeah, thanks to Stiles. Which you didn't have to do by the way." She looks at him.

"I didn't want you to get hurt again. First the crash and then the dog." He nudges her making his dad slightly smile.

"Mr. Argent." Noah goes over to Chris to ask about if he knew anything so Chris asks why did he think he knew. "I'm sorry. I could've sworn I overheard my son talking about how you were an experienced hunter."

Stiles puts his head down making Julia silently giggle, "You are loud..."

"Shut up. I'm gonna call Scott and tell him what happened." He pulls out his phone as we go out into the hall, "We got a serious problem at school. Ms. Blake's class... Uh, well, no, pretty sure this qualifies for immediate discussion. Derek's house? What? What the hell are you doing at..." Stiles looks at Julia as Scott hangs up on him.

"Well, let's go to Derek's." Julia heads down the hall first.

When they get there Stiles tells Scott everything before Scott asks Derek for help with his tattoo. "The pain's gonna be worse than anything you've ever felt." Derek lets him know.

"Oh, that's great." Stiles nods his head.

"Do it.

"That's a lot for me." Stiles says as Derek lights the blow torch, "So I'm gonna take that as my cue. I'm just gonna wait outside." Stiles heads for the door.

"Nope." Derek grabs him, "You can help Julia hold him down." Each gets a shoulder to put weight down on Scott as he holds out his arm. Scott yells in pain so they hold him down harder.

"I think he passed out." Julia says as he stops moving as Derek gets closer to finishing.

"Yeah, he's out." Stiles agrees.

The three just stand to the side waiting for him to wake up and when he does he was happy it worked. "Well, likes pretty damn permanent now." Stiles tells him as they get ready to leave.

"Yeah. I kind of needed something permanent. Everything that's happened to us, everything just changes so fast. Everything's so... Ephemeral."

"Studying for the PSATs." Stiles adds.

"Yep."

As they head out Scott stops because he realizes Derek painted one side of the door so he claws at the door getting rid of the paint to show a symbol.

"The birds at school and the deer last night. Just like the night I got trampled by the deer what I got bit by the Alpha. How many are there?" Scott asks Derek.

"A pack of them. An Alpha pack."

"A pack? Let me guess one of the Alpha's in that pack is a leader?" Julia tilts her head.

"That's what I've heard. He's called Deucalion. We know they have Boyd and Erica. Peter, Isaac, and I have been looking for them for the last four months."

"Let's say you find them. How do you deal with an Alpha pack?" Scott walks up to him.

"With all the help I can get."

"Where is she? Where's the girl?" Isaac wakes up.

"What girl? Derek asks him confused about who he was talking about.

"The one who saved me."

"Did she go to the hospital with you?" Julia walks over to him and he nods his head, "Wouldn't she still be there?"

"The pack was there trying to get Isaac." Derek tells her, "Maybe they got her?"

"If she was able to help Isaac, I'm sure she got away from them. She can't be that stupid lay around in a hospital when they're looking for her and Isaac."

"She's probably right... Julia is normally right about things. I learned that." Stiles speaks up pointing at her.

At night Stiles invited Julia to go to a party with him and Scott but she lied saying she was busy at home but instead she was just being lazy at home.

"Come on Mom." She yawns as there was a knock on her door but Isaac walks in, "You're not my mom." She eyes him.

"No, I'm not." He smiles.

"Can you tell me why you're here?"

"I'm bored at Derek's." He plops onto her bed.

"Okay... and?" She continues to look at him confused.

"What? You don't want to hang out with me?"

"Not really. I lied to Stiles about being busy so I didn't have to go to a party so I could be lazy in bed. And you being here defeats the purpose of my lie." She explains to him.

"Don't you miss me?" He smiles rolling his body on top of her lap.

"Eh, I got a break from you but Lydia made me go on double dates." She says making him sit up.

"With an s... double dates?"

"Yeah." She smiles.

"Any of them catch your interest?"

"This prep guy that plays lacrosse but I haven't texted him back lately. Why?" She sees the way he was looking at her.

"You got a thing for lacrosse players, huh?" He crawls closer to her.

"They're fit... plus my two friends are players. I'm also I player."

"You're on the team?" He asks surprised.

"Yeah, before school started I talked to coach and he remembered when I hit Stiles and said I'm on the team when it's time." She smiles. Isaac was still moving closer to her making her laugh, "What are you doing?"

"I wanna apologize for ditching you." He kisses her cheek.

"I thought we also agreed we would stop this little thing?"

"One more time to say sorry." He places his lips on hers.

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invisibleraven · 6 months

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Angst (cause these are SO good)

I- I don't believe you! There- there's no way they're gone..." || "Denial isn't going to bring them back, (Name)" - PeterPatterLina

“You got everything boss?”

Julie looked over her room-all the empty spaces, the overflowing boxes and suitcases by the door. Plus all the things she was leaving behind, second guessing her decisions for what felt like the millionth time.

“I think so, but if there’s anything I forgot you guys can always bring it to me,” she replied.

Reggie sent Luke a cheeky grin then. “I think she just implied we’re mailmen or something.”

“You could never do that job-dogs would hate you,” Luke joked.

“Plus the whole ghost thing,” Julie added, earning a rare scowl from her usually sunshiney boyfriend.

“You nervous?” Luke asked, fiddling with the zipper of the bag on her bed.

“Of course!” Julie replied. “But I’m excited too, college is going to be a brand new adventure.”

“And you’re sure you want us to come with you?” Reggie asked, eyes downcast as he played with the ends of his flannel.

“Positive,” she stated firmly. “I love you both, and I know you can’t go to college yourselves, so this will be the next best thing.”

Luke grinned, pulling Reggie into a hug. “Come on babe, like Jules would ever leave us.”

“She might if you don’t get your shoes off her bed,” Julie replied. Luke poofed to the couch, never losing his grin.

Later, after triple checking everything, Julie slipped into her bed for what felt like the last time, even though she knew she’d be back for Christmas. Luke and Reggie on either side of her, soft sleepy smiles all around.

Her dad had already said goodnight, and told the boys they were welcome to stay-he trusted them to be smart and safe. He supported their odd little relationship even if he didn’t always get it, and Julie loved that about him.

Though as much as she wanted to stay up all night, she eventually drifted off, her boys joining her soon after.

Only when Julie got up, she woke up alone.

The guys weren’t around anywhere she looked-the house, the yard, the studio. Where were they? She needed to go soon and she wanted to say goodbye to Alex before she did-he was staying here with Willie with promises of frequent visits.

“Willie!”

The skater ghost usually came if she called-she could see him, though not touch like she could her bandmates. As long as he wasn’t keeping the guests of the HGC happy, he usually appeared in moments. Today was no exception.

“Hey Ju Ju, sup? Thought you were headed off to college today?” He asked.

“I am but I can’t find the guys to say goodbye,” she explained.

Willie hummed, searching for the familiar feel of Alex, Luke, and Reggie that he could usually follow. Frowning when he came up empty. The last time he had felt that, the guys had been trapped at the club. But there's no way they could have gone there right?

He looked at Julie's worried face and his expression turned serious. "I think... I think we need to talk to Caleb."

Julie froze internally-Caleb had been a constant thorn in their side for ages now. She thought after she got rid of his mark he'd leave them alone, but that hadn't been the case. Scheme and plot after scheme and plot had him trying to take her ghosts away. Why had she assumed a long stretch of silence from him meant he was giving up?

Resolute, she summoned all her magic, all her love and grabbed a hold of Willie's skateboard-the only part of him she could touch, and even that took some strain. "Take me to him. And don't ask me if I'm sure."

Willie nodded, and concentrated on the club. He didn't like poofing Julie places; it wore him out, and made him vulnerable, but he also knew she was determined, so not to mess with her. The club shimmered into view, and once they were solid on it's grand staircase, Willie let himself collapse, giving Julie a weak smile. "I'll be alright. Go find out where our boys are."

Julie nodded, determined, and marched towards the large, imposing, sparkly figure on the floor. He spotted her immediately, giving her that shark's grin of his. "Why Miss Molina, always a pleasure."

"Can it Covington, where are my boys?" she demanded, hands on hips, face serious.

"I assure you I have no idea," Caleb replied. "You know I would love to gloat if I had them."

"You also love to lie," she snapped back. "So where are they?"

Caleb's smile faded then, eyes icy and hard. "I am a lot of things Miss Molina, a liar amongst them. But right now, I am telling you the truth-I don't have your friends. Nor do I know who does."

Julie deflated a little-she could tell he was telling her the truth-his stony contenance spoke to that. "Then where are they?"

Caleb hummed, looking her up and down. "Have you considered they might be... gone?"

"Gone?"

"Crossed over my dear, to whatever afterlife was supposed to await them," Caleb replied. "You knew it could-nay would happen some day correct?"

Julie froze at that-surely if they were going to cross over, they would have told her right? To say goodbye? "I- I don't believe you! There- there's no way they're gone..."

Caleb looked smug then, and somehow, completely unimpressed as well. "Denial isn't going to bring them back, Miss Molina. I suggest you adjust to your new reality-one without ghosts."

Julie collapsed on the floor, unable to keep herself up. So that was it? They were just gone? No goodbye?

No chance to get one last brotherly hug from Alex as he made a sarcastic quip?

No last lingering kiss from Luke and Reggie as they tried and failed not to cry to leave her with a watery smile?

No getting to tell them how much she loved them?

But that was usually the way of things-she had said goodbye to her mother, but still felt there had been so much to say when she passed. The first time, when those jolts had nearly done them in, she was sure that she wouldn't get to really wish the guys well. That had been half the reason she had went out to the garage, and ended up saving them.

She didn't think she would be able to save them this time.

The club melted away as she sobbed, finding herself back in her bedroom-a move of pity or annoyance from dealing with her from Caleb, she wasn't sure. She just knew that as her tears soaked her pillowcase, that her life was now all the emptier.

"Mija?" her dad asked from the doorway, "I know it' sad to go Julie, but you'll be back for Christmas, come on, we've got to get on the road."

Julie sniffled, nodding, letting herself move on pure automatic instinct-life didn't stop just because you were grieving. She gathered what things were left in her room, looking around one last time in vain, as if that would make the guys pop out in some sort of cruel prank.

But they never did.

"You got everything?" Ray asked as he shoved the last of the bags into the car. "Said all your goodbyes?"

Julie nodded numbly. "Let's go."

And didn't let him know that her shattered heart would never heal over the goodbyes she didn't get to say, and that the most important things she had planned to bring with her-would never get the chance to go.

A loss she would never recover from, and a regret that would haunt her for the rest of her life.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rukebox #peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms #be warned-you asked for angst and this delivered

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foreverbase1 · 2 months

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Prologue | In My Dreams

❥Word Count: 642

❥Featuring: KIOF Natty, tripleS Chaeyeon, BND Sungho & Jaehyun

If someone were to describe your life, the words "fun" and "exciting" wouldn't be included. It wasn't that your life was boring, it was just uninteresting to most. You worked at a store close to your apartment, and the pay was good enough that you were content with how your life currently was. You had great close friends that you worked with and they supported you and your life was quiet, day in and day out, no over the top events happening. But hey, at least it wasn't perfect for you!

If only that were entirely true, cause lately you've been feeling like you need to spice your life up somehow, add a drop of color. You just didn't know how to. That was until one night at work, when you and your friends were in the back checking off the last of the stock, Natty decided to propose an idea.

"Hey Y/N, what if you started dating someone? Maybe that's the "spice" you're looking for in your life. When was the last time you had a serious relationship?" She asked, causing your attention to turn away from your work and look at her. You pondered the thought, maybe she was right. Maybe you just needed a relationship to spice up your life a bit, and the last time you had a serious relationship was quite some time ago.....

"I can't really remember" You replied, unable to focus back on your task. What Natty had said was now all you could think about, you weren't the only one distracted from their tasks as well, as your other friends Chaeyeon, Jaehyun and Sungho came over to join the conversation.

"Y/N, dating? I don't think that's possible" Jaehyun laughed, poking fun at you. Rolling your eyes, you let out a sigh. "Well, for a start, where would i find someone? " You raised the question, causing your friends to think for a second.

"Oh! I know, why don't you try a dating app?" Chaeyeon said sitting beside you. You gave her a look, before sighing. "And get murdered? No thanks" This response caused Chaeyeon to roll her eyes, Natty, Sungho and Jaehyun laughing. "Well, that's one way. Or we could take you out somewhere and i don't know, scout out some guys?" Natty said, and you once again shot the idea down.

Maybe you were destined to be alone forever, you weren't exactly going to trust a dating app, especially not after what you've heard about them. And the idea of "scouting out guys" didn't seem like a very fun pass time for you. Maybe it was best for you to leave your life colorless, maybe that was the plan for your life.

"Well, those options are always there for you to take if you need, Y/N" Sungho smiled at you, before looking at the time. "Oh, we gotta close up, cmon" He says, and Jaehyun cheers. "Finally, we can go home" You all laughed as you watched Jaehyun rush out the door to get to closing the store.

Once you had made it home, you kept thinking back to what your friends had said. Should you go through this dating idea? Maybe it wasn't so bad, it'd be a start to adding more color to your currently boring life.

But that was a thought for another time, you were exhausted and ready to fall into the land of dreams wrapped in your comfortable bed. Finishing up your nightly routine, you climbed under the covers, closed your eyes and waited for sleep to take ahold of you.

This would only be the start of an interesting string of dreams you'd experience, however, as your life truly was about to get more colorful. But in a much more interesting way that no dating app or some random guy you scouted out at the mall could do.

It's time to find your dream lover

#spotify #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios #zb1 x reader #songfic #zerobaseone x reader #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #zb1 fluff #zb1 hanbin x reader #zb1 zhang hao x reader #zb1 jiwoong x reader #zb1 matthew x reader #zb1 taerae x reader #zb1 gunwook x reader #zb1 ricky x reader #zb1 gyuvin x reader

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zylian · 1 year

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Expanding on stuff in the ls house au cause I can:

One day when the sun was super bright in the sky, Subz was sleeping comfortably until he heard a scream, than another and another. Usually he wouldn’t care and go back to sleep but he knew that pattern of screams. Despite not wanting to, he gets out of bed and grabs his hand held mini vacuum.

Why? Well, because the people who screamed were panicking a little too much, specifically Clown, Mid & Zam. Subz knows those three hate spiders, but for all three of them to scream like someone is dying means they must have found a spider web. Who knows how they keep showing up but after this Zam is bound to deep clean the entire house. There’s probably more than one spider too and if he doesn’t deal with it those three will not stop screaming

So, begrudgingly, Subz walks up from the basement he resides in to witness Clown perched on top of the tv stand trying to balance as he clings to the wall, Mid on the couch shaking Cube while yelling at him to stop the spiders from getting closer, Zam on Roshambos back still screaming and Planet somehow failing to murder every spider that’s skittering around.

The whole room was a mess and with every spider Planet failed to kill, it resulted in the spider moving closer to the others. It was clearly going in circles as they kept screaming at eachother to do something

They didn’t even notice him. So, without any care Subz walks straight past everyone, turns on his hand held vacuum and sucks up all the spiders that are terrorizing his housemates. He just wants to go back to sleep and if this is what he has to deal with so be it.

He collects over 10 spiders surprisingly before triple checking to see if that’s all of them and then leaves the house to empty the mini vacuum and throw the spiders in the campfire outside to burn. During this the screaming slowed to a stop, erratic movements came to a halt and eyes followed the purple fellow.

Everyone slowly relaxes as they watch Subz deal with the tiny monsters that had somehow run rampage in their home. Subz doesn’t understand how theres more spiders upstairs than in the basement as he watches the little guys burn in the backyard.

After everything is dealt with Subz stretches as he feels the cold wind hit him in the face. Its nice and makes him remember that he should be sleeping right now. He comes back inside and all eyes are on him. Granted they are filled with relief but it is still a little unsettling to see his housemates look starstruck. How much had the spiders tormented them for them to look at him with no drop of hatred whatsoever

Subz won’t ever understand how this happens every month, especially with all the precautions they take. Though these incidents do make things easier for him, he doesn’t mind saving the day if no one blames him and more so when Clown brings him take out without asking.

—— ((Other/more stories)) ——

When Cops show up at the door, Jaron is immediately pinged to show up in the groupchat

Everyone just doesn't care where he is or what he is doing, the second someone messages that the cops showed up, his phone starts blowing up. He is pressed to get to the front door of the house, Jaron never knows what to expect honestly, sometimes it’s a noise complaint or a bill for property damage, either way he will get them out of it.

Jarons got a good reputation and they will absolutely use it to their advantage.

——

One time Vitalasy left for over a month to go on a trip and in that time many weird things started to happen in his absence. Slowly unexplainable things happened to everyone in the house. First it started with glasses falling over and shattering when Mapicc and Ro were in a heated discussion. None of them had started throwing things yet 4 glasses that they were pretty sure were not on the edge of the coffee table had just fell on it’s own.

Then paintings started to shift and lights would start to flicker, despite Cube being adamant nothing should be wrong with wiring after Jumper changed all the lightbulbs. Near the end of that month it got dangerous.

4Cs candles that were more for decoration started appearing near the curtains. No one knows how they appeared but they were lit, burning and catching the curtains on fire. It started many arguments with Poafa trying to figure out what happened.

They finally believed they were haunted once planet tripped down the stairs, someone or something had poured oil on the steps. There was a strict no dangerous pranking rule so everyone was called to sort it out.

Ashswag asked Mapicc & Ro what happened, Poafa told how the painting & pictures kept looking different but he thought it was a prank which everyone confirmed that they were not changing out the photos of. Cube and Jumper explained the lights flickering despite everything they did to fix it. Then Planet explained the oil on the stairs couldn’t have been there since he went up them 5 minutes before going down and tripping.

It was spooky and scary and no one knew what to do. Hire a specialist? Cube apparently did 2 weeks ago and it only got worse. Right as they were in deep discussion, the window cracked, pressure was causing it to crack more and more, everyone started to duck for cover as any second the glass would shatter.

That’s when Vitalasy came back. Waltzing through the door completely oblivious to what is going down he greeted everyone. Mapicc told him to get down as the glass was going to shatter only for them to see the glass perfectly intact.

They slept on it and everything went back to normal. Vitalasy doesn’t believe in paranormal stuff as he never sees it and everyone else after that day started to believe if they don’t want to risk being hurt by the paranormal stuff, they absolutely need to keep Vitalasy around.

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#zy au #zy writes #zy rambles

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crimson-calligraphyx · 1 year

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8: Just Pretend

Noah

It's been a few weeks since I've seen Olivia and the thought of her well-being was constantly on my mind. Sure, I've checked in on her through text here and there, but it was always the same response: she's doing okay, she's just been working longer hours and didn't have time to hang out. I wasn't buying it, but there was no use in trying to get the truth from her through texting.

The boys and I decided to jump online and play Fall Guys, which was helping me get her off my mind for a bit. This game could be frustrating at times, but it was all in good fun. We just shit talked each other and laughed when we would push each other off the edge to make it to the next level. Of course, there were times where I wouldn't time the jumps right and the floor would collapse underneath my character, resulting in me yelling obscenities and the boys laughing at me.

"Yo, you hear from Liv at all lately?" Ruffilo asks. I sighed as the question distracted me, causing me to fall off the edge again. "Yeah, here and there. She's been busy with work I guess, picking up people's slack more so than usual." "Damn, that sucks," he sympathizes. I purse my lips and nod dejectedly, the thoughts of her being unwell infiltrating my thoughts again.

We begin another round of Fall Guys when my phone started to ring on the desk. Olivia's name was displayed on my screen, and my stomach churned with anxiety—she's only ever contacted me by text, never a phone call. I slide my headset off my left ear, holding my phone in place with my shoulder as I accept her call. When I heard the despair in her voice, I knocked the headset completely off my head in panic. "Liv, what's wrong?" She was wailing, fumbling her words. The only thing I could make out was 'I need you' or 'I need someone'—I couldn't tell exactly what was being said. "Shh, shh, Liv," I try to calm her down. "I'm on my way, okay? Leave the door unlocked so I can get in." With that being said, I hung up and put the headset back on briefly. "I gotta go, that was Liv and-and she didn't sound good." I could hear Nick say something as I turned everything off, but I didn't want to waste any time explaining it to the guys.

When I made it to her place, there wasn't a single light on, and that right there freaked me out. Did she end up leaving before I got here? Did I take too long?

As I fumbled around to find a lightswitch, I could hear her sobbing from across the house. I tried my best to follow the sound without stumbling into anything as I still couldn't find a damn lightswitch. After bashing my shin against the coffee table, I finally reached the entryway to the kitchen where her cries were coming from. I ran my hands against the wall, sighing with a hint of relief when I was able to flip the light on.

When I saw her, I felt my heart rate triple with alarm. She was crumpled on the floor, a pool of a dark liquid around her. Her back was against the cupboards, her arms wrapped around her legs as she screamed into her knees. I got down to her level and immediately scooped her into my arms. She clung to me, embracing me tight enough to push the air out of my lungs while sobbing into my chest. "Shh, Olivia, I'm here," I tried my best to console her, running a hand down her back. "Are you hurt?" She shook her head against me, "Wine," she mumbles. I knit my eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what wine had to do with anything. "What—oh," it clicked that she was referring to the puddle around her. The sight of the shattered wine glass behind her calmed my nerves a tad since it confirmed that it wasn't blood around her.

I had to get to the bottom of why she was so distraught. I gently pried her from me, holding her by her shoulders as I looked at her. Her eyes were incredibly puffy, cheeks flushed with mascara running down them. "Olivia, what happened?" "My-my," gasp. "Dad," gasp. "Dad died." Her voice cracked on the last word. My heart shattered for her. My own eyes welled up with tears, knowing the exact pain of losing a parent. I watched her lips tremble and her eyes screw shut as she continued to break down in front of me. I pulled her back into my chest and wrapped my arms around her, hoping she could feel the sympathy I had for her. "I'm so sorry," I whisper in her hair as I ran a hand through it. "I've got you, I'm not going anywhere. Let's get you out of the kitchen and into clean clothes." I feel her nod her head against me.

When I finally got her up off the floor and into her bedroom, I couldn't convince her to change out of her clothes. Instead, she just scrambled into bed, burrowing herself in the covers. I sat at the edge of her bed behind her as I watched her body quake, unsure of what to do. I couldn't bear to see her like this and continue to hear her cry, it was extremely painful for me to witness. Knowing that this was jumping the gun a little, I kicked off my shoes and laid down behind her on top of the covers. I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into my chest, hoping to act as a security blanket.

This was something that I always did for my ex, and I prayed that this would help console Olivia, too.

Olivia

I woke up to the sound of someone snoring softly behind me, their body pressed tight enough against my back that I could feel their chest rise and fall from their breathing. Feeling weight on my side, I looked down, my eyes meeting the familiar ink on Noah's arm that's currently draped over me. Smiling, I relish in the comfort and warmth of his body while I could, knowing that this wouldn't last forever. There was something so alleviating about his presence, and if I could, I would have him around indefinitely. I was so grateful for him; there wasn't enough words in the English dictionary for me to express that.

He begins to stir, breathing in heavily as he removed his arm from me and stretched. I frowned and turned onto my back, even though I was expecting that to happen sooner or later. He then rolls onto his back, putting both his hands behind his head, eyes still shut as he steadily breathed for a moment or two. "Morning," he mumbles without opening his eyes. "How are you feeling?" I smile gently, my heart swelling at the fact that he cared enough to ask. "Better, thank you." He chuckles quietly, "No need to thank me; that's what friends are for." I felt a pang in my chest, my smile shrinking at the word 'friends'—I should've known better. He is so selfless, he would've done this for anyone—and I did admire him for that.

I found myself gazing at his tattoos, taking in how the morning glow accentuated the color in the ink. The shades blended in so well, the details so precise; it really was a true work of art. I don't know how long I stared at his arm, but I could feel his eyes on me as I continued.

"What are you thinking about?" he ponders, turning towards me and props himself up with his elbow. I mirrored his position, watching his mouth curl up at the corners. "Just thankful that I have a friend like you. I mean, I have Victoria, but she didn't answer her phone," I say softly. He hums, nodding his head as he takes in my words. "I'm sorry she didn't answer your call." I shrug, "It's not the first time, honestly." His mouth twists, disappointment in his features. "Then I'm glad you called me. Dealing with the loss of your dad by yourself is gut-wrenching, and I wouldn't want anyone going through that alone." I grinned, "See, that's why you're a great person, Noah. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." He flashes me a sheepish smile, hanging his head slightly. "There's another thing I was wondering." He picks his head back up, eyebrows perked up in curiosity.

"I was wondering if your tattoos have any color to them," I say, even though I could clearly see that they do. I was just curious as to what he would tell me. "Yeah," he nods, "mostly red, I think." I tilt my head to the side in questioning, "You think?" He chuckles, "Mhm. I can't see color anymore; it's been years since I could." I sit all the way up and sit cross-legged, still facing him, intrigued. "What do you mean you 'can't see colors anymore'?" He sighs, "It's a long story, but remember that ex I mentioned before?" I nod. "Believe it or not, I was in love with her and I could see color because of it. It was the most amazing thing I've ever witnessed, and it was humbling when the colors started to fade back to grey." "I knew that when you're in love, you're supposed to see color—I didn't know you could lose it." He nods sadly. "Yeah. I got really sick with a rare illness called Hanahaki Disease, and let me tell you, that shit was debilitating."

I gasped and covered my mouth, astonished that Victoria had been telling me the truth that night. I felt a pang of guilt as I recalled my disbelief, laughing in her face.

"I was losing the ability to breathe, and I was always so weak from the lack of oxygen," he continues. "I'd have really bad episodes and would cough for hours, days even, and one time I cracked a rib from coughing so hard. Eventually I figured out the cause of my shortness of breath—there were flowers growing in my lungs." "Oh, my God," I mumbled through my fingers that were still pressed against my mouth. He laughs, "I know, sounds ridiculous, right? You know what caused it?" I shake my head 'no', even though I did know. "She didn't love me anymore. Unrequited love is taxing, and not many people believe it until it happens to them or someone they know." I drop my hands in my lap, wringing them together in anticipation of the story continuing. "So...how did you get better?" He swallows, searching for words. "I had to just pretend that I didn't love her anymore. It was a constant battle, but eventually it worked. The only downfall was losing the ability to see color completely."

I stared into his eyes for a moment, clearly seeing the truth behind them. They were glossed over, signifying that this was a painful story for him to tell. I give his shoulder a reassuring rub, a caring smile on my face. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. You didn't have to go into detail, it seemed like that was hard to tell." He sits up fully, shaking his head. "No, don't apologize. I can't change the past, you know? I lived through it, so I'm gonna tell this story because it's a part of who I am." "That's very brave of you, Noah." He shrugs, "I guess," he laughs. "One more question; what was your favorite color?" He brings his hand to his chin, tapping it with his index finger with a quizzical expression on his face. "You know, at the time it was definitely red, but if I think about it now and can remember the colors accurately... I'd say blue takes the cake."

|Chapter 9|

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On aquatic plants

All turtle all the time right now: yesterday I went to my local aquarium shop (don't you love a specialist store? the guy's so enthusiastic and knowledgeable I have a blast) to get some more aquarium plants. Live plants are the best thing for water quality but of course Vincent eats them.

I was resigning myself that I'd have to start another "captive water" and start an aquatic garden (single Vallisneria tortifolia being $18.95 and all). But realised that's what the predatory turtle's pond is doing. In my dream situation I would put both of my turtles in a larger new pond, but the consensus seems to be that it's a bad idea.

Double checked the plants I have in there: polango (Cycnogeton procerum, an Australian native and good oxygenator) and delta arrowheads (Sagittaria platyphylla). I bought them with the understanding that they weren't toxic but Pond Beast would only eat them accidentally if his prey was sitting on them so I haven't looked into edibility.

Delta arrowheads are an aggressive weed in my country, and I can see it. My plant choked out the water hawthorns (Aponogeton distachyos) I used to have in there and is on a campaign of total pond domination- I pull loads out every few months. Double, triple checked the toxicity of the arrowheads and have satisfied myself that they can be a Vinny vegetable... sounds like the tubers can be a Furmity vegetable as well...

I used to have an Azolla sp. problem in there, they were reproducing out of control (caused a climatic event you say?) and I had nothing to do with the excess but put them in the compost. Then something else happened over the summer and they all died (turtle in fighting health so I just deep- cleaned the pond and shrugged) and I have not been able to get any more since. I was cursing it then but I could really use an overabundance of aquatic plants right now.

Second to star water quality is fleshing out the pond with other small creatures. I personally caught a bunch of mosquito fish (Gambusio sp.) from a park pond who have been happily breeding here, and I put a few in Vinny's aquarium. Two months later he appears to have finally eaten one of them.

Not content, and not nearly so good with aquariums as I am with ponds, I purchased some red ramshorn snails yesterday (Planorbarius corneus- I think). I knew they would gradually be eaten but they are supposed to be good breeders and great for cleaning up waste (turtles are such messy eaters, Pond Beast is fed in the sink minus a mosquito fish snackette).

Heard a strange noise last night and searched high and low for the source: it was Vincent CRONCHING. The first snail survived about five hours and while they are small and I have mixed gravel in there I cannot see a single snail right now. This little guy that I can't get interested in bloodworms and shrimps hones right in on snails? So this might be a bust on the tank- cleaning front but is a way to get more protein into them? Poor things, 10 for $5.

Years ago I had great reeds in the pond, which were A+ and had come with a bunch of really tiny black water snails which seemed to be too small for Pond Beast to go for. I couldn't keep them when I moved to the desert but that was a healthy pond my dears! It's such a hit and miss on which pond plants I can buy, things are in the garden shops and then never again... maybe I should just be brave and dig some reeds from a local creek?

Anyway, it's all coming together that when Vinny is ready to move outside they'll be in their own pond. Hammy- Pond Beast- Lachlann's pond can be a place for letting things grow, then they can be moved into Vinny's home as they eat up what's in theirs.

Lachlann is very food oriented but Vincent is a bottomless pit (growing baby ❤️), eating themself out of house and home.

[Vincent is ungendered because there's no telling until sexual maturity, which is several years away. Even then it's not super obvious except that the one fully grown (40 years old!) Macquarie river turtle l know lays unfertilised eggs... imagine that!]

#turtles #reptile husbandry #Vincent #Pond Beast #plants

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rileyglas · 5 months

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The List ~Pt. 7 - Condemnation~ (Sneak Peek)

Out here kicking my feet like Alastor - Got part 7 queued for Friday then MAYBE part 8 next week (if ya'll like it enough) 💜 Need to catch up? Masterlist

“Hey toots, how ya feeling?” he says without looking up from his phone. “Better, thanks.” You say cheerfully.

Sooo now what?

After waiting and pacing for a few minutes, you hear someone call out to you. You turn to see Lucifer standing outside a portal in the middle of the building.

“Is – is this your office, sir?”

He boots a few ducks out of his path. “Yes, this is where I work on – important – matters. Also, no need for formalities, Lucifer is fine. Those bags for me?”

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