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vettelsdarling · 1 year

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Ive seen alot of quote requests and I rly want a Leclerc x fem reader smut where they start out as enemies (example is like Ferrari and Mercedes or Ferrari and Redbull) pls and include these two quotes

“Youre so full of shit Ferrari boy”

“but you keep coming back”

Id be rly grateful if u could write this haha

Touch my rear wing, I dare you

➪I like the idea! Hope you enjoy what I came up with :)

➪(I’m assuming you mean Charles and not Arthur btw)

➪Also, this both follows and doesn't really follow a specific timeline. I’m just using my creative freedom for this. Some people are cut out of the story because of the reader insert!

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Fem!Driver!Reader

Warnings: (18+ content) smut, oral (both receiving), swearing

Word count: 5.6k+

Backstory

You had always loved racing. Your father was a retired Formula 1 driver and had always taught you and your brother the basics of it. You used to go watch him speed around for Ferrari, which shaped your dream to become just like him. Your brother and yourself were both determined to make it as great drivers. Your mother was a stay-at-home mom with a lot of time on her hands. Therefore, convincing her to take you and your brother karting was no big feat. Especially seeing as your father was a driver himself.

You rose through the ranks faster than your brother, despite having started later than him. Your mother was hesitant to let you race at first, but eventually allowed it. You were called a star and a prodigy. Seeing as you were the only girl there, it made sense. Especially because you hit every apex just right and your overtakes were near-perfect every time.

After karting, you moved further up the ranks, eventually being crowned regional champion in Formula 3 (regional) and moving on to Formula 3.

It was there you met him; Charles Leclerc. He was the only one who seemed to be faster than you. Not only that but the idea of it had gotten to his head. You never actually spoke to him, but you'd see a smirk creep up on his face once in a while after beating you. You wanted nothing more than to wipe it off with the sole of your shoe. You weren't superstitious, but there was sure to be karma coming his way sooner or later.

Luckily that karma came in the form of one George Russel and one Alex Albon. The two of them were just as competitive as you and Charles, eventually making the four of you gain a lot of attraction in the media. You were great friends with George. He always showed a tremendous amount of sportsmanship towards you. One time, he even helped you by letting you pass him, having you win the race. All the whilst Charles was left in the dust. You relished in it.

When Formula 2 came around, you were stuck, yet again, with Charles. That was also when you had your first real interaction. He went up to you before the last race and struck up a rather puzzling conversation. Puzzling in the sense that you had no idea why he was talking to you, or why he even wanted to.

“Hey, you're not a bad driver, but I would suggest you try to maybe stop sulking. People notice.” Infuriating. Absolutely infuriating.

“Maybe you should check up on that girlfriend of yours. I don't think she's into assholes. Maybe stop being one.” Even though you were in your own garage, you walked away. You couldn't stand being in his presence for a moment longer.

You were unlucky because Charles beat you and moved on to Formula 1 before you. You and he had been tied for the championship, but somehow he found his way around to beat you. It was then you realized you had to do something— anything to get into Formula 1.

Your luck seemed to only build after Charles left Formula 2, and you easily won the following championship, signing a deal with Alfa Romeo, which, to your surprise, was the worst thing to ever happen to you.

You'd somehow managed to place yourself in the same team as Charles, making him the only thing you couldn't destroy on the grid. You had to be a fair teammate to even be considered by your dream team, Red Bull. You'd seen Sebastian Vettel in his glory days, and you wanted the same for yourself. However, being in Formula 1 proved to be much harder than 2. You didn't really know what you had expected, because so many stars were competing for the championship.

It wasn't all that bad, though, because he never really said much and the two of you were somehow able to make it work. It was mainly due to the pressure of having to look good. You knew about the media and their swirling rumours. Many speculated that you were Charles’ side piece. It didn't matter to you, as long as you knew just how far from the truth that was.

After the 2018 season, you somehow managed to sign yourself with Red Bull for 2019, driving alongside Max Verstappen. He went on to become your best friend on the grid, as nobody really liked Red Bull and you had to stick together. Sebastian Vettel became a “father figure”, following the death of your father earlier in 2018. It hit you harder than any barrier had ever hit you, but you were able to get through it with the help of Vettel.

It was in 2019, that you finally started rising to the top and watching Charles start to lag behind. The feeling of watching him struggle was like a euphoric punch. Nothing made you happier. You and Max were a powerhouse of a team. He helped you, you helped him. He was more than happy with it, and so were you.

Everything led up to the 2022 season, where you started casually hooking up with none other than Charles Leclerc. It started at a party that Lando threw after the 2021 season had ended.

-Flashback-

You were dancing out on the floor. Your dress barely covered your assets and you'd had more shots than you could count on your fingers. Completely wasted. That's what you were. What made matters worse was that you continued to do increasingly risky things like doing a handstand, which almost made your dress pull down with gravity. Everyone seemed to cheer you on, as they were just as drunk as you, if not more. Well, all but one. Charles lurked in the corner of the room. He didn't drink. You weren't sure why, nor did you care. But his eyes had been on you all night. The increasingly provocative behaviours you exhibited fueled something carnal within himself. Something he wasn't so sure he could control. He hated you, but at the same time… he hated the thought of someone getting their hands on you. He couldn't understand his line of reasoning. He didn't even think he had one.

The line was crossed when you came down to do a split on the floor, which ripped your dress; putting your panties on full display. Nobody but Charles paid attention to the severity of the move, so he pushed through the crowd and picked you up like you were nothing. He wasn't in control anymore. His brain had just switched to auto-pilot. Nobody realized he took you. Nobody realized the two of you were gone.

The next morning, you found yourself in a fluffy white bed, which horrified you. Your sheets were deep green and silk. Nothing like the bed you were lying in. On top of that, your clothes were gone and you were lying in your underwear. Groggy, you pulled yourself up and realized you were alone. Next to you was a bedtable with a glass of orange juice with a pill next to it. There was a card too and it was addressed to you.

“I bet you had a nice time last night. I had to leave early for a meeting, but I left you some things for your hangover. Call me if you need anything and leave whenever you want to.

– Charles”

You were beyond shocked. You were at a loss for words. Had you really slept with Charles? Charles Leclerc? The one person you hated on the grid? You could barely believe the two of you had a friendly interaction, let alone slept together. You quickly chugged the juice with the pill and got out of bed. You couldn't find your dress anywhere, so you decided to go find Charles’ closet. Everything was too big for you, but after some digging, you found a shirt and a pair of pants that you were able to adjust to your own size. You didn't care about your messy hair. You just had to get out of that house. When trying to remember what had happened the night before, you only added to the already existing headache. The conclusion then was; you slept with Charles after getting drunk and you would never ever tell a soul or do it again.

You debated whether to ask Max to come and get you, or call an Uber. You knew Max would pick you up and not ask questions… well if it didn’t involve Charles. You ended up paying for an Uber to not let the secret spill. Max was a trusted friend but you didn’t even want him to know. Vettel would likely just give you any advice a dad usually would, which was why you decided not to bother him either. Besides, everyone would probably be too hungover to care about anyone and anything but their bowel movements.

“Miss, where to?” Asked the driver. You told him the address and he started driving. Unlike other Ubers you’d taken before, this guy was chatty. He told you about his dog, a golden retriever that he named Lila. He talked about everything and nothing at the same time. You had to be careful not to accidentally tune his talking out like white noise.

After a while, you were finally dropped off and you were left alone to soak in the painful false memory of sleeping with Charles.

- End of flashback-

*Still not present. First race of the 2022 season

You walked around your car, gliding your hand around it, feeling the smooth metal against your gloves. That’s when your peace was disturbed by a voice you hated all too much.

“Are you ready for 22?” You turned your head to see Charles with a smug look on his face. You hadn’t seen him or heard from him since the day you walked out of his apartment. It was simply too embarrassing for you.

“Don’t talk to me. Go bother someone else,” you huffed. Max was talking to Horner in the back of the garage. You had nobody to save you from having to talk to Charles.

“After the night we had? I don’t think so,” he said whilst walking closer and almost touching your rear wing.

“Touch my rear wing, I dare you.” The two of you shared a brief look after you said that. Charles then took the liberty of walking closer to you.

“You know what? I have a bet. If I win this race, you come home with me. I just want to talk, okay? If you win… you can ignore me and treat me like trash. Deal?” You contemplated for a while but realized it was in his favour.

“Hey, that’s not fair. I don’t want to go with you and I certainly don’t want the Bahrain curse looming over my head. What kind of deal is this?” You spat. He only seemed to be amused by that.

“Slipped my mind. Okay, then let’s do it like this; whoever places the highest— wins.” You immediately shook his hand harshly and started prepping for the race.

You ended up in P2 with Charles taking the risk of the Bahrain curse. You couldn’t wrap your head around why he would risk the championship just to sit and talk with you. It didn’t make any sense. You didn’t want to talk about that night. Why would he want to? It wasn’t like the outcome ended in a pregnancy. There was nothing to talk about.

After the race, an interviewer came up to you after having talked to Charles.

“—And hello, P2! You were amazing out there! Even avoiding pole position! How do you feel?” You felt like you’d lost everything. It was miserable. You hated losing in races, but you certainly also hated losing bets.

“I mean, I feel great! I was able to stay on top; and to me, it still feels like a 1-2 for Red Bull.” You lied straight through your teeth. It was a strike of sheer luck that you were born with such an amazing PR ability.

“Charles said that you might be upset for placing behind him, care to comment?” You looked at the interviewer with a puzzled look on your face.

“Uhhh, I’m not sure what that’s about. Maybe he doesn’t know about the Bahrain curse?” You chuckled and quickly tried to make your way away from her. She waved and you waved back with a short smile.

Upon arriving at the Red Bull motorhome, you saw Max sitting on a couch with Kelly. He looked satisfied with the win for Red Bull.

“Hey, congrats on P2. Max was telling me about it,” said Kelly. You never really liked Kelly all that much, but she was nice to Max so you didn’t bother her. Penelope, her daughter, was cute and you’d sometimes offer to babysit her for them.

“Yeah, it was a nice race.” You grabbed a juice box from the fridge and let yourself slump down in a chair.

“Why do you look so defeated? This is basically a 1-2 for us.” Max and Kelly made sure to look concerned. You didn’t want to talk about it, nor did you want to think about it. You had to meet up with Charles anyway, so you decided to give a short and vague response, before leaving,

“I guess I’m just tired. I have to go now, actually.”

You waited by Charles’ car, knowing that the paparazzi were taking pictures of you doing so. You tried your best to remain anonymous though, wearing a thick hoodie with no print along with a cap, sunglasses, and a mask. Your hair was tucked inside the hood of the hoodie. Nobody could really tell who you were, but they’d certainly speculate.

“You look like a serial killer; waiting by my car with that outfit,” said a voice coming up behind you. You saw the many fans screaming and the paparazzi wanting statements. Charles ignored them and opened the door for you. Still not wanting to actually converse with him, you decided to sit in the backseat instead. The Ferrari driver rolled his eyes, sighed, shut the shotgun seat door and got in himself. You were not going to sit next to him. You knew that only bad things would come of it.

“So, I’m your taxi driver now? Why didn’t you just get in when I opened the door for you?” He sounded a bit pissy and it was in all honesty pretty entertaining to sit and ignore.

“Hmm. Okay. So you’re only talking when it’s absolutely necessary?” You ignored him yet again. It was a mystery how the drunk version of you got to talking with him— even going as far as sleeping with him. Ever since that night, you’d had dreams about it. You believed they were fragments of memories coming back to you. It was haunting to relive. All those dreams about him; about Charles, they were just like any adult movie you’d seen before. It was embarrassingly detailed.

Luckily, the awkward car ride was short. The two of you arrived at his hotel and quickly got inside. The fact that the two of you were going to be alone in his suite was daunting to you.

“Make yourself at home, I’ll get you something to drink.” You took off your sunglasses, cap, and mask, and sat by the table in the room. Charles served your drinks before sitting across from you. It was like a fever dream; being in a hotel suite with your one true rival.

“I know you might not want to talk about what happened four months ago… but I think we should,” Charles began. You dreaded the atmosphere. It felt heavy. Too heavy.

“Look, I have dreams about what happened and I just— I don’t really know what to say,” you shot in before he could say anything else.

“You remember? I didn’t think you would. You were so drunk, you know?”

“I remember alright. I’ve dreamt about that night so many times now, I think I’m going to go crazy soon.” You buried your face in your hands whilst sighing.

“Yeah… I think I would be embarrassed too…” you looked up in confusion.

“Embarrassed…? I know we’re not exactly mates, but embarrassing?” At the very least, he could’ve tried to be more sympathetic. You’d been extremely drunk that night.

“Yeah, you were so loud. I got complaints from my neighbours.” Mortifying. Absolutely mortifying. He wasn’t talking about your body. He was talking about your moaning. You weren’t sure how you’d recover from that one.

“Shit… but you were technically also a part of it. You’re making it sound like it’s all me.” You scowled at him.

“How was I a part of that?”

“Well, for starters, you’re the one who fucked me. I told you. I keep dreaming that… so much of it… I want to throw up.” It was probably a bad idea to have admitted that, but you didn’t want to lose the dispute.

“Fucked? You think we fucked?” He sounded genuinely surprised. His face also matched the tone of his voice, with his eyes wide open.

“Yeah, against the headboard… as I remember it, we went at it hard. On top of that, I was drunk… so can you blame me for being loud?” His shocked face suddenly melted into a smirk and his signature smug face after rubbing a victory in yours.

“So you’re telling me… you’ve dreamt about me taking you against the headboard in my apartment? Going at it hard?” Was he toying with you? You couldn’t tell.

“You know… that’s not what happened. You were so drunk I had to take you to my apartment. You were yelling and crying the entire time for some reason. I had to change you out of your dress because you threw up on it and you also threw up on the floor. You passed out minutes after you did so…” when you came to that realization, you were beyond embarrassed. The most embarrassing thing was the dreams that you admitted to having. Dreams that weren’t actual memories, but just your imagination. Did you want to fuck him? Was that it? You couldn’t bring yourself to think about it,

“If I’m correct… you were having wet dreams about… me?” You didn’t answer him. You simply got up from your seat and made your way to the front door. You had to leave. However, before you could open it, Charles pinned you to it, trapping you between his arms.

“What are you doing, Leclerc?” You looked at him with doe eyes. His breathing was ragged and you could tell he had some bad intentions.

“I have a new deal to make. For the rest of the calendar, let’s have it this way: whoever places highest wins.” He took a moment to breathe and stare into your eyes somewhat intensely.

“What about the winner?” You asked. The air felt hot and heavy. A knee was pushed between your legs.

“The winner…” he hesitated,

“The winner decides whether to fuck or not.” You gulped at his words and saw the look in his eyes.

“Deal.” The rest was history.

*Present time

It was the last race of the season and you were more than happy to finally take a well-deserved break. You had placed podium plenty of times and won against Leclerc more times than you could remember. The arrangement the two of you had set up was flawed, however. You both knew it was a bad excuse to hook up with each other, as neither of you ever chose to not fuck.

“Fuck, we need to bring this one home. If you win this, you’re the champion! First ever female champion and it’s for our team! Go out there and drive like your life depends on it, yeah?” Horner’s pep talks always got you into your racing mindset. He was the only person besides Max who was really able to lift your spirits like that.

“I’ll be there to fend off anyone threatening your pole,” said Max, who was getting ready to step in. You smiled and went in for a tight hug,

“Thanks, Max. Let’s bring it home for Red Bull!” The two of you got into your positions with your cars. The lineup was in your favour, as you’d placed pole in the qualifying session. Max was in P4, but you knew he’d have no problem working his way right behind you.

As soon as the race started, you sped off. It was smooth, and you worked most apexes just right. The radio sounded and told you that Max was right behind you, which put your mind at ease. You had nothing to be worried about as long as Max was on defense.

“So uh, Max just took out Sainz along with himself. It’s all up to you now. Leclerc is a little under half a second behind you. Your heart sank. Not just because of Max’s sacrifice, but also because Leclerc was behind you. He had the power to snatch the championship from you and graciously hand it over to another driver. You couldn’t have that happen. You simply couldn’t. You didn’t want to let Horner down, and you couldn’t bear to live with letting Max down after his takedown.

“Fuck, okay. I’ll fend him off as much as possible. We’re in the homestretch anyway, right?”

“Yes, just 5 more laps to go.” You gave it your all. You saw red. Everything was just about winning and keeping the Ferrari car behind you.

In the end, you won, but you actually couldn’t understand how. Even though you gave it your all, you did have tiny lapses of moments where Leclerc could’ve snuck in and gone for the win… but for some reason, he didn’t.

You were met with tight hugs and huge roars from fans. Max immediately lifted you up into the air and brought Christian over to do a group hug. Your interview was breezy and you felt like you’d won at life. All throughout listening to your national anthem and spraying champagne on your fellow drivers, you couldn’t help but think about Charles and why in the world he let you win.

You met up with Charles after everything. You decided to go straight to the Ferrari motorhome. There he was. In all his glory. He was scrolling through his phone, presumably checking his emails and his socials.

“Hey, uh, Charles… could we talk for a minute?” You asked. The look he gave you when he noticed was unreadable. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking or feeling. He followed you outside and to a more secluded area where you were sure nobody would be able to hear you.

“You let me win,” you began.

“I didn’t. All I did was—“

“Shut up, okay? I know you did. I just… I want to know why,” you sighed and put a hand on your hip.

“I think you deserved the win. That’s all,” he smiled and crossed his arms.

“You’re so full of shit, Ferrari boy,” you spat and looked away. There wasn’t much around you, but a brick wall and a fence. Nobody would be able to spot you with Charles. The last thing you wanted was for the media to think the two of you were fraternizing.

“—But you keep coming back,” he replied. You slowly turned your head, only to be shoved into the wall behind you. The brunette had both of your arms locked by his hands. There was no escape for you. You had to confront whatever the two of you had been running around doing for the past season.

“Tell me, why is it such a bad thing for us to just fuck and actually feel things for each other?” He whispered. You wanted to deny it. You wanted to deny everything. He was foul, he was rude, he was reckless, but he was yours… he’d always been yours. Ever since he broke up with Giatti, the two of you had an eerie air around each other. One that couldn’t be explained with your past. One that made your heart beat faster.

“You remember the dreams you had about Lando’s party? That was all you. You must’ve felt something for me to have dreamt something like that,” he continued. Oh gosh, the dreams. He just had to bring up the dreams. You knew, however, that he wasn’t entirely wrong. Your stomach would churn with butterflies whenever you thought back to your dreams.

“Screw just fucking. Why shouldn’t we date? Tell me why we can’t be with each other.” He looked directly into your eyes, desperately searching for an answer.

“I… I just can’t— I mean I… I hate you,” you said,

“I fucking hate you, Charles!” He started backing off, and you started cornering him against the fence behind him.

“I hate how you make me feel all of these things I’m not supposed to feel!” You calmed down, and once again, were shoved against the wall.

“Tell me all about how I make you feel. My place or yours?”

“Yours… my room is further than yours,” you said whilst avoiding eye contact.

Charles immediately took you to his hotel suite. It was right next to Hamilton’s. As soon as the door opened— you threw your arms around his neck and he told you to jump into his arms. Your legs were wrapped around his waist and the two of you made out feverishly. There was no time to bring it to the bedroom. The two of you were used to doing it in all sorts of places. The Ferrari driver placed you on a counter and you started stripping each other. He was impressed by your effort to wear matching lace underwear. Whenever you did so, you always claimed it was for yourself, but he liked to beg to differ.

“Fuck, tell me.” Charles was buried in your neck, you couldn’t make yourself answer.

“Tell me how I make you feel,” he gasped before going in again.

“Good… you make me feel so good,” you sighed. His lips latched onto every part of your neck that made you feel like royalty.

“You know what I mean, baby. Tell me how I make you feel.” his demanding voice was enough to make you pant harder.

“You make my… My heart beat faster,” you moaned.

“—And?”

“I feel fuzzy around you.” He loved hearing your declarations of love, so much that he couldn't take the slow pace anymore.

In a flash, he grabbed you by the hips and helped you to the floor on your knees.

“God, you're divine. Can you be a good girl and suck?” you stared at him as you removed his boxers, letting his dick spring free. It twitched in appreciation for your touch. You traced your fingers against a particularly prominent vein and heard his sounds of pleasure. He groaned and bucked his hips, needing your mouth. You met his wishes; starting by licking from the bottom to the tip. When you wrapped your lips around him, he tangled his fingers in your hair and started bobbing your head on his cock. You couldn't take all of him, but he pressed on, making you gag.

“You take me so well,“ Charles sighed, throwing his head back. With the help of his hand in your hair, you went faster, feeling his tip touch the back of your throat with every bop of your head. He seethed through his teeth and after a few minutes, you could tell he was getting close. He was grunting like crazy and pulling your hair as if his life depended on it. God, when he looked at you— he almost came. Tears stained your face and your mascara was running.

“Fuck, baby, I can't hold it anymore,“ he moaned and rammed into your face a final time, releasing his cum down your throat. You swallowed everything. He was breathless and so were you, but even so— he still had more stamina left. Stamina that he needed to use up.

“I want to taste you.“ He sat you on the counter again, before roughly spreading your legs. His fingertips teased you, grazing your inner thighs; getting closer and closer to your cunt.

“Hurry, I need you,“ you sighed and grabbed his hair.

“Beg.“

“What?“

“I said to beg for it.“ The Ferrari driver had a lustful gaze and his eyes were filled with a certain need. The insatiable hunger for you.

“Please?”

“Not good enough.”

“Please, Charles.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Please… Eat me out, Leclerc.”

“Good girl,” he said before diving in. With a thumb flicking your clit, he began sucking, his tongue messaged your folds in an unreal way. He slurped as if he hadn't eaten in days and you were his salvation.

“Oh fuck, Charles!” You couldn't help but squeeze his head between your thighs. With one hand, he clenched your thigh tightly, continuing to suck you for all you were worth.

Your moans and gasps motivated him to go faster and thrust his tongue deeper into you. Your vision was blurry with pleasure. He was too good, and you couldn't take it for much longer.

“I'm going to cum,” you half-screamed and pulled him closer. He pulled away for a quick second to get a word in,

“Cum on my tongue, baby. Give it to me,” his words mixed with the pleasure of his tongue pushed you over the edge, and you found yourself releasing all over his mouth. He licked you clean afterwards and cleaned his face with a kitchen towel.

Whilst he was walking back to you, you noticed his dick being fully erect again. How that was possible, was beyond you. Apparently, he saw you staring; because he chuckled before trapping you in a delicious kiss. You tasted a bit of yourself on his tongue. It was so erotic, you couldn't fathom it.

“You taste like heaven, babydoll,” Charles whispered. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I'm going in. You're still on the pill, right?” He asked before doing anything. You nodded swiftly and bucked your hips desperately.

“Please, Charles.”

“Please what?“

“Please fuck me stupid, Charles” He was caught off-guard by your bold response. It flipped a switch in him that made him go rogue. You were immediately swept off the counter and bent over it instead. He pinned your hands above your head and rubbed your cunt before stroking himself a few times, and then entering slowly.

“Oh fuck, you're so tight.” You heard him groan. When he reached as far as he could with your current position, you arched your back to help him reach deeper. He rested to let you get used to him. You'd had sex more times than you could count, but somehow, you were always tight. This time wasn't any different.

After a few moments, you told him to move; which he did. He almost pulled all the way out, leaving just the tip in. From there, he slammed into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your back arched like a cat.

“Fuck!” You couldn't help but scream out. The stretch was beyond amazing. He was doing you just right. With every moan and every call of his name, he gained more confidence. The confidence fed him the energy and stamina to go even faster and harder.

You were an utter mess. Your hair stuck to your forehead due to the amount of sweat that clung to it. You were seeing stars and it felt like you were choking. You repeatedly screamed out his name like a holy mantra. It was unreal.

“Scream my name louder, sugar. Let the entire hotel know who you belong to!” You obliged. Your screams got louder and his thrusts— wilder. You felt your legs going numb, so Charles lifted one and it helped him reach even deeper than before. His hips rutted directly against yours at that point. It was heaven on earth.

“Fuck, I'm so close!” You finally yelled.

“Cum with me, okay?”

You went at it like rabbits for a few more minutes before you felt your knot begin to undo itself. Leclerc’s thrusts became more and more sloppy. It didn't take long before you came all over his dick, which pushed him to fill you to the brim. The mixture of your essence and his dripped down your thighs. You couldn't move. You couldn't feel your legs.

“Let's take a shower and go take a rest.” He lifted you from the counter and swung you over his shoulder, walking into the shower. When he turned it on, you felt the hot drops of water rain down on your skin. He helped clean you, as you couldn't stand on your own.

“I'm sorry if I was too rough,” He said whilst scrubbing your back.

“No, I'm fine. This was amazing, Ferrari boy.” He chuckled at your nickname.

After showering, the two of you headed straight to his bed. You cuddled into him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest. Your legs were entangled with his and his arm was wrapped around you, pulling you almost fully onto himself.

“Did you mean it? Do you really have feelings for me?” He asked, looking at the ceiling.

“Did you let me win?” You asked.

”... Yes, I did,” he replied sheepishly.

“Then you have your answer.” With that, you found it hard to stay awake for a second longer; passing out whilst hearing the sound of his heart beating to yours.

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻...

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𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

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𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗽𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘆, 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲, 𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺— 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻.

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the-kr8tor · 9 months

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PLEASE, PLEASE FAE HOBIE X READER PLEASE I NEED IT AGAIN YOUR SERIES KILLED ME EVEN IF I LOVED IT AND I NEED MORE FAE HOBIE X READER. I NEED POSSESSIVE FAE HOBIE X READER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (IVE BEEN WAITING FOR YOUR REQUEST TO BE OPEN PLEASE I BEG OF YOU MORE FAE HOBIE HES PLAGUED MY THOUGHS BC OF YOU.)

IT CAN BE ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING WITH FAE HOBIE (BESIDES ANGST I HAD ENOUGH OF THAT WITH YOUR SERIES/HJ /PF)

I UTTERLY NEED TO KISS AND JUST NEED FAE HOBIE. YOU GOT ME OBSESSED WITH FAE HOBIE GUENGUENAHJFSBIAHDNSHSNFUD 🩷🩷🩷

Hi, bestie! I blacked out while writing this (a side effect of writing for fae Hobie 🤣🤣 he does things to me) I tried my best at making this as fluffy as possible but if you want it fluffier pls feel free to send another prompt! (Fae Hobie still has my heart) thank you for requesting!! 🫶

Pairing: Fae! Hobie Brown x Fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mentions, Fae AU, Fae! Hobie Brown, a bit of hurt/comfort, fluff.

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You definitely remember planting your tulips just yesterday. At first it was your cabbages growing large just after a few days of planting, then the tomatoes and now the tulips. The colorful bulbs sway in the breeze, the fragrant flowery smell relaxes your bones. Yet you can't help but feel creeped out by the weird phenomena.

You just moved in recently to a quaint town that's settled right on the edge of a dense woodland area. You've heard of the stories when a human has captured a fae’s attention, and it looks like this is the case for you. All the stories don't always end well for the former. But if the extremely fast growth of your garden says anything, it's that this particular fae means well. Hopefully.

So as a thank you to the kind entity, you place a bowl of milk and honey right under where your tulips are planted. You've even left a plate of salad all made from the crops you've lovingly planted and bloomed after just a few days of planting. You think for a second that maybe the soil under your feet is healthy and bountiful but there's no harm done if there isn't any mythical creature helping you. The worst case is a raccoon eating your offerings.

Bewildered is an understatement, your eyes are the size of dinner plates once you see something shimmering on the ground. Whatever you did, the fae seems to like it. They left a crown of daisies on your doorstep the next morning, the petals are all adorned with flecks of gold. The flowers run like silk under your fingers.

You look past your garden to the woods, the fog swirls around the edge. In your vision you see the mist form and shape into a tall slim figure. Your hand tightens around the crown of flowers, hands shaking in disbelief.

You didn't go out that day.

More gifts appear outside your home, tiny trinkets woven carefully to create something beautiful. A bouquet of flowers on your windowsill, a figurine of a spider made from vines that's left hanging by the large oak in your backyard. They all appear outside your house so there's no cause for actual fear. If only you stop feeling eyes on you whenever you go outside.

A friend from the city visited you one day, telling you how much they've missed you, gushing on how much you've missed while away. They ask if you ever feel lonely out in the outskirts of the country you could always come visit them.

The same eyes you feel outside can be felt in your bedroom that night.

Whatever latched on to you seems benevolent, watchful, yes but not evil or controlling. You've gotten used to the presence after a few months of living at your cottage. You've even started talking to them during the day when you have no one to turn to. You tell them stories of your almost forgotten childhood and your old life where the houses are made of glass and grey stone, where they stood high above, almost touching the heavens. They've never responded, always listening and ever present.

He wants to respond though, tell you tales of old, where the flowers used to sing and dance, where the woods reigned supreme above all. He misses them, yes, but he misses your voice more. Is it possible to miss your touch too even though he's only imagined it before? Perhaps your hands feel like the finest silk spun upon his skin, your fingers weaving through his like a glittering river, waking him up from his centuries of stagnant waters.

He's seen you laugh and cry, and tend to your garden like it’s your own children. He wants nothing more but to join you in harvesting your bounty, to converse with you and listen to you mumble about your day. Gradually he appears behind you when your back is turned, watching as you make your dinner, observing you plant something new. Then in a flash, he vanishes when you turn around. Leaving you feeling empty

You enter the gates of your garden with tears in your eyes, words barely coherent by your sobs. Kneeling in front of your tulips, you grasp the grass underneath, pulling and ripping out the blades. A sudden hand circles around your wrist, warmth enveloping you in a crashing wave.

He appears just behind the tulips, your eyes soften when your vision focuses on his handsome and otherworldly face. He doesn't know what's gotten you upset but what he does know is that it'll be alright for now on. Because he's—

“Here, ‘m here” His voice calms you down like a thick blanket in the winter.

Without hesitation, you embrace him, the smell of sandalwood and flowers almost stops your heart. You grip him tight, his strong arms envelope you securely, his face nuzzled right between the space over your neck. You do the same, already feeling at home on his skin.

“You're here. You’re real, aren't you?”

“As real as you” he leans back to look at your tear stained cheeks, wiping it with his thumbs. “And here to stay if you want me to”

“Please” you lean on his touch.

He nods, placing a weighted kiss on your forehead. Suddenly you know his name. You call it sweetly amidst the tears, it feels welcome on your tongue.

For the first time in years, Hobie smiles and chuckles, kissing you atop your eyelids with a promise to never leave your side.

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ghuleh-recs · 7 months

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Cardinal Copia had his own Fic Rec Friday and now it’s Popia’s turn. I've compiled a healthy mix of x reader and x ghoul below. A little something for everyone! I may have gotten a little carried away— there's a lot to see here so make good use of your ao3 bookmarks!

Take my hand. Let’s read about the HBIC together. ♡

recs under the cut.

Papa x Reader

Don't Go - @ramblingoak - papa iv x gn!reader

While trying to convince Papa to cancel the tour you end up confessing how you feel about him.

Rough Day - @writingjourney - papa iv x f!reader

papa takes care of you after a rough day.

Your Star Wrapped in My Cloak - @sherwood-forests - papa iv x f!reader

You find Copia in the library, in hopes of apologizing.

VIII Strength - @anamelessfool - gn!reader

VIII STRENGTH Strength (Physical and Will), courage, persuasion, influence, compassion Copia is a pent up sort of man, he always has been. He enjoys being Papa but on his worst days the title has a near physical weight pressed across his shoulders. He comes home to you, and you can tell when it's been one of those days. Luckily, he has you to guide him.

Forbidden Fruit - @ink-and-dagger - papa iv x f!reader

It's a pleasant surprise to stumble upon the newly ordained Papa Emeritus IV browsing through the library stacks. Even more pleasant that he happens to be halfway up a rolling ladder, and wearing one of his sinfully tight suits. What better opportunity to give Copia's cakes the attention they deserve. Or No snakes needed to convince you to take a bite out of this apple.

Forever Yours - @sweatandwoe - papa iv x gn!reader

Ever since you had entered into a relationship with him, you had learned three strict rules about Copia. One, he did not like to be tickled in any situation. Two, he always had to have a drink after sex. Three, the make-up stayed on. The first two were easy to follow but the third though, was getting harder to try not to bend.

Worship - @copiasjuicebox - papa iv x transmasc!reader

Tumblr Request: trans!copia worshipping your body after your t shots have had time to work. he understands how to worship your body properly bc he’s been through the transition, he gets it.

on leather wings - @ghostchems - papa iv x f!reader

copia surprises you with a spooky weekend getaway, culminating in some winged bedroom time

Papa IV x Ghouls

tumblr ficlet - @st-danger - papa iv x dewdrop

"Papa," Dew murmurs, and Copia feels a tremor move through him; there's a particular voice Dewdrop uses when he wants something. Silky and dark and slow. A drawl. It's what he's using now, and he hasn't the ability to deny him anything. And if Dewdrop is about to angle for a little action, backstage and hurried with Copia in his papal robes- well. It'd be sinful, of course. And it would be wrong to not take advantage of that, right?

What's My Name? - @copiasjuicebox - papa iv x swiss

"Why don't you ask me how I'm doing?" in which, the audience doesn't refer to Papa as "Papa" and it strikes a chord.

And You Know That It Takes Two - @forlorn-crows - papa iv x dewdrop

“Well, I do. Of course I do,” he assures the ghoul. “Quite fond of you all, actually. It was, admittedly, a little rocky when we first met. But.” There’s that heh Dew was expecting just moments before. “Here we are, no?” When Copia starts rubbing his thumb up and down the inside of his knee, Dew’s brain stops working. His gaze zeros in to the fingers splayed across the side of his thigh, so foreign, so bare, so pink against the black of his casual uniform pants. His mind is full of static and all he can hear is his own blood pumping through his head. But there’s a weird something tugging in his ribcage; something new yet old, unnamed but familiar.

tumblr ficlet - @littlemoon-beam - papa iv x dewdrop

He can't look away from his hands, the way the veins flex under his skin as he expertly plays. Copia hears his own shuddering breath, wishing he could feel them on his skin even if only for a moment. He'd worship every fingertip if given half the chance. What really gets him though, what makes his chest tight and his stomach twist, is when he finishes and smiles, head tilted and eyes bright. "Was that ok, Papa?"

Changing of the Seasons - @kissingghouls - papa iv x cirrus

Cirrus and Copia share an umbrella on a rainy day.

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, and leave kudos/comments!

Did I forget your favorite? You've got a standing invitation from me to add your own rec and reblog ♡

#my fic recs #fic rec friday #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost #papa emeritus iv #copia #swiss ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #dewdrop ghoul #queued post

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infranthrax · 7 months

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helo. im one they call 🍂 and id like to. make a request. i hope ur doing okay (*＞∇＜)ﾉ ur free to write this or not

i would like to request an angst w/ a good ending type of thing if its okay. a platonic f!reader&heartslabyul (seperately. if its limited to one character, you can go with riddle) headcanon that has the following plot;

mc is a pessimistic person, a very tired, overworked one. all they want is a bit of peace and quiet, but they care about the heartslabyul gang very much. they have kind of become a mom/older sister to the group (kinda like trey). anyway, one day the gang realizes that mc seems more irritable than usual which results in them making a snide remark/get in an arguement about the guy's flaws (like how riddle hurt many pre-overblot, how ace runs his mouth at the worst times, how deuce is not the brightest around, cater being addicted to his little social media sites, and trey ignoring the problems regarding riddle because he didnt want conflict, etc etc) that would hurt them.

they kind of ghosting everyone for a couple of days to calm down, and then they awkwardly come back with a box of sweets (that they managed to purchase by scraping by lmao, girlie's poor as hell...) to apologize, and eat them over tea! mc apologizes directly and wants to make up for their words, but they are not the best at speaking their mind.

ive seen countless fics where the main cast gets to be the agressive and sad, sopping wet cats, and reader comforting them. ngl, i wanted to write a piece where MC is the "sad little pathetic shrimp" but i just didnt have the time. anyway, i hope you like this prompt

oh my god I love this prompt! the mc is definitely the therapist of the group and I can imagine this happening… I restricted it down to just riddle given how detailed this prompt was, the rest of the dorm is self explanatory.☺️/pos (and thank you for your kind words! I hope you’re having a good day/night!)

generating new memory… please, one moment… ✨

𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊!

Heartslabyul x f!reader — headcanons!

sypnopsis: mc has had enough of the anal shenanigans after a near traumatic event, and she lashes back out at riddle, who is left bewildered and heated at the event.

light tw // domestic conflict, implied traumatic event

riddle rosehearts

riddle is just anal and sometimes he comes off as bossy and or ungrateful. that’s not really his intention however. that’s just an act of conditioning he’s been through.

so when he sees that you’re overwhelmed, at first he blind sighted to it. riddle isn’t great per se at emotions— let alone the ones of other people.

he gets on you for being late to class one day and it all piles up. You’re in a dorm full of boys— what girl wouldn’t have enough? at the time it was little around the time in which riddle overblotted, and he just went on with daily life like none of that ever happened.

he fucking hurt your ass. quite frankly that was the first (of many) overblots you’ll have to go through, and that’s how you’re gonna handle it? hell no, especially after the fact that you had to play superwoman to get the goons out of a near death situation.

before this, you had gotten into tiffs with the redhead on numerous occasions, trying to ground him down. never really did it work though as he was always stuck in his perfectionist ways. and you hated that about him because his mannerisms reflected into you.

he expected you to be able to carry yourself in a manner that would suit him. he expected you to dress a certain way. he expected you to follow his orders, his rules, his ultimatum. that you couldn’t stand any longer.

when he got on you for being tardy, the melting pot overflowed… and it wasn’t pretty either. let’s say you were in pain, in addition to your mental health plummeting due to not really having anyone to talk to, and then when mother nature calls upon you for your monthly drain you must attend.

you shouldn’t mess with the wrath of a woman on her period. this, riddle learned the hard way… with you.

“riddle… i swear… on god’s green earth, if you don’t shut the hell up… i’m fucking TRYING. I’M TRYING! FUCK YOU, YOU UPTIGHT PIECE OF SHIT, GO ON SOMEWHERE!”

and then the fire brewed. and then it exploded. (quite literally.) it would be hellish screaming match between you two, despite riddle claiming he is above such things. he really isn’t, he’s got a temper that’s about as fagile as glass. (no, it’s not microwave safe.)

after your blow up with riddle, you both proceed to give each other the silent treatment for the better part of a month. during this time you find comfort in your other classmates, spending time with other students outside of heartsllabyul, namely vil and rook, just for a boost of female empowerment.

and while riddle was contemplating all the bullshit that went down between the two of you, he began to feel a little bit of guilt. mattered if fact, both of you did. you shouldn’t have been so aggressive and he shouldn’t have been so… well, himself.

before class one day you enter your lab room to see a small box at your seat with a little note attached to it.

it was from riddle— a little chocolate potion bottle with those biscuits— the exact ones from the disney movie. little did he know, you happened to pop by sam’s shop to get him some mini fruit tarts and snuck into his class early to put them on his desk. you ate his little gift up, in a little bit of worry. would he accept that?

at the end of the day though, you had to return to heartslabyul to see him. and what a surprise, he wanted to talk to you.

call it him playing kiss ass— no, he’s not. he’s sorry. to be true, he should be more careful and more intuitive as a dorm lead to ensure the comfort of his students, and he does understand that sometimes he can come off as overbearing or, dare i say dictatorial. it’s really not meant to cause harm. it has a lot to do with his upbringing.

and you were sorry too. and you both hugged it out. every couple has their tiffs, right? just something he’s gonna have to work on.

#📍|| infra is logging…#twisted wonderland #memory bank #quick access #files application #twst #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader #heartslabyul #twst angst

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signedeclipse · 1 year

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hi! Can I get some headcanons with petplay, with Dōma, Muzan, and Shinobu? If you don't do that kink feel free to ignore this!

Douma | Muzan | Shinobu [X Reader]

In which they share a pet/master dynamic with their s/o and get heated with it.

Douma

To him, humans are very akin to animals

Rabid, wild things that have such strange rituals, doing absolutely anything to survive

But you were different from those predators, something gentle, something more of a prey he wanted to protect

Like a rabbit!

He doesn't really realise he treats you like that, because it's apart of your everyday life

He gives you 'treats' when you do something he likes, and pets you on the head all the time

You're just so timid and easily frightened

It's so cute to him!

Douma would eventually introduce the dynamic to your more intimate moments

He likes seeing you in the fake long ears and round little tail he got for you

He loves when you fall on your hands and knees for him, and follow him around like the good little bunny you are

The demon doesn't really know what the dynamic is, as far as he's concerned you're his cute little plaything that he wants to protect and ravage

It will be very public in the cult, at least seeing you collared or being pampered by him and called bunny

Mosaics and religious artefacts are made with you in it, represented by a small rabbit held by the demon

Besides, you both fuck like rabbits too

Muzan

The demon lord craved control over everything in his life, even his s/o

Of course he was far more lenient with you, but you seemed to crave listening to his every word when you weren't being such a brat

It didn't go unpunished, but your punishments were far from painful, just overwhelming

He is subtle in the dynamic, besides the petname and a nice leash to tug you by

Anytime he is sat reading, he likes to have you kneeling beside him, with your leash wrapped around his hand and head resting on his lap

His weak kitty, his precious kitten, something that needed to be protected from the world, and shown how to behave

Not only is his life with you private, but you as a whole

You are his and his alone, and in a sense your home is your cage, the only place a precious thing like you should be

Cats can be very bratty, so he has a few things around that he can tie you up and leave you strapped it until the only thing you can do is mewl

" Good kitty "

Shinobu

Surprisingly the worst of the two

She keeps it insanely private, but behind closed doors Shinobu is a total freak

She'll tie your ankles to your thighs so you have to walk on your hands and knees

Collar you and tug on your leash so you force your pace into her pussy

She wants full control over her dumb little puppy

Will 100% have a dog bowl for you to drink out of, and she loves watching you humiliatingly do so

Your dynamic is kind of 24/7 but out of sight, with your public collar being a necklace with a small lock on it so no one thought much of it

Probably has a bed with non conspicuous bars under it that acts as your cage

You usually sleep with her, but if you've been bratty or behaving badly you'll sleep under there, or when you find it more comfortable

Will make you drool like a dog too, after ruining your orgasms for an hour and then making you cum nonstop for another hour

Authors Note - OKAY FIRST you chose the best characters for this because if anyone asked me who has a petplay kink I would have said these three

Secondly, this is probably the most personally controversial ask ive ever gotten because all my social circles (communities, school and work) are very prestigous/formal and sometimes I wonder what they'd think if they found this acc and saw this.

Thirdly, thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy <3

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #kny #kny headcanons #x reader #reader insert #douma x reader #douma #shinobu #shinobu x reader #muzan #muzan x reader #headcanons

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chainoftalent · 2 months

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Can i umm request a yandere miu and kaede alphabet maybe? Sorry if it is a bother

Man imagine actually getting to these on time it's definitely not a year old nope, wait ive had this blog for a year? I'll just do Kaede because these are long

Yandere Kaede Alphabet

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Kaede Is SUPER affectionate, she's very clingy and cuddly. She absolutely adores sappy romantic moments as well. She is going to play the piano for you, might even try and teach your how so she can do the romantic hands over hands teaching move. Very very touchy person.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Kaede is not a very violent person but she IS very practical, she's not going to attack random people for just talking to her angel, but she won't hesitate to set a trap for the people she things are genuine problems, like people who bully them or show romantic interest, the bigger the problem, the more dangerous the trap.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

She's so very soft with them, cuddling and sweet and getting them nice things to wear and talking to them like they're just the sweetest present they've ever gotten. Then get annoyed and huffy when you're like "what the fuck?"

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

There is touching, a lot of touching, it doesn't matter if you don't want touch, she's touching you, her hand is on your butt.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Kaede wants to present herself as a reliable caring guiding figure, but she's bad at empathy and can come off as rather frustrated or huffy then she means to because this isn't going how she wanted! Might even have a few emotional outbursts.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Annoyed and frustrated, she feels like she's not being listened to or respected and she's going to get huffy. Why can't you just listen to her! Can't you tell she's just trying to help! Just calm down already! She prefers de-escalation but she will pin you down and tie you down if she must.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Definitely not a game, she's so worried about them and wants them to have a nice life with nice things. She gets so upset when they try to run, and Kaede's a bit of an angry upset kind of person. So she'll stomp her feet and yell and drag their ear and get so mad because she doesn't really get why this isn't perfect for them! They have everything! Why is it not enough! Can't you see I'm trying?! Do you have to be this difficult!

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

You are going to be sitting in for her piano practice, which might be nice at first as she's a great player but it's so LONG and you just have to SIT THERE and not do anything which isn't too bad the first few times but by the fifth you're about ready to bite through the ropes out of sheer boredom, let alone the FIFTEENTH or TWENTIETH.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

She wants a nice cute partner she can touch and tease. She wants to coddle them and keep them scooped away from the world why she provides for them. Then when she gets home she wants them to be so sweet back to her and give her feet a massage or brush her hair.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

They do get jealous, but they cope with it most of the time by just being clingier or by spreading rumors. However if they think the jealousy is rational they will lash out at that person for being a threat.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Kisses, hugs, squeezing, most of the time she's super doting but bad at listening and really intuiting what you want or need. Sometimes she gets into a bit of a Mood though and likes to scare them a bit, just to see their face quiver so sexily. She tries to make up for it though afterwards!

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Full romcom, they're doing all the romcom tropes on this person, bumping into them with papers, being caught in the rain without an umbrella, love letters, she's being so damn sappy.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

They're definitely a lot firmer and more strict in private, still kind and sweet, but they are just pushier and less likely to back off.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Loss of privileges and restraints for the most part, she's a very "think about what you did while i go cool off" kind of person

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

She would ideally just want their freedom and loyalty and some sense of control over their choices and wants, but won't fully take them away. Like she's going to let you pick what you want to eat and pick what clothes you are, but she is going to try and angle for the option she prefers or present you with a list of options she's already decided are acceptable.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

She's somewhat patient, at least able to give a few warnings before snapping. However this patience lasts like ten minutes top before she snaps and tells them to stop messing around or to hurry up already!

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If they just get away she's trying to track them down. However, if they are confirmed dead she composes the most tragic heart wrenching piano concerto of her life about lost love and then kills herself.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

A little, doubts about if this is the right thing, about why this isn't going how she thought, but she shoves it aside, clearly she's not trying hard enough!

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Loneliness mixed with an inflated sense of importance along with being somewhat spoiled. She's the golden child who always gets everything she wants, except for friends, she never could connect to other people. Which makes her clingier and makes it hard for her to take no. She's certain she's right! Never look back!

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

They feel bad but also think it's kind of hot, it's just so pretty y'know, oh! She knows just the song to play to meld with their crying in harmony!

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

I don't think she's one for like, shrines, or hoarding stuff, she would probably find it kinda weird, she's fine with just a few pictures and their schedule memorized. No need to go crazy here!

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

She wants to trust them, and she wants them happy, dig your thumbs into that.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

I don't think she'd like, break anything, but I could see her slapping them when she gets REALLY frustrated and then having a crying fit about how they made her do that.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

They don't worship their angel, but they do think they're very kind and nice and everything they've ever wanted and what will fill that hole in their chest!

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

They pine for awhile, writing love ballads, and trying to get their attention, before eventually she figures she needs to try harder.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not on purpose, but if you're the kind of person that doesn't like touch, then you're not lasting well here.

#kaede akamatsu #yandere kaede #yandere kaede akamatsu #yandere ndrv3 #ndrv3 #drv3 #danganronpa v3 #yandere danganronpa v3 #yandere drv3 #yandere playlist #yandere #yandere danganronpa #chainoftalent

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rodolfoparras · 6 months

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So yesterday marks the very first time I’ve posted a fic on here

I had written fics before but this was my first ever 18+ fic

Before I started writing for the cod fandom I had stuck to reading cod fics on ao3 specifically price pieces and I rmr one day wanting to read a fic where price teaches reader how to smoke cigars but I just knew there wasn’t an x male reader piece around so I decided to write it myself

I spent a month researching how to write smut trying to get a proper feel of price’s character and translate those very same traits into my own fic

And when I was completely done with it I almost didn’t post it but I did and I believe in one day I got 200 notes which was insane. I didn’t know how active people were on tumblr I really just wanted to create a price piece and do what I love which is writing

The next piece took 3 weeks before I posted it mostly because I was picking and poking at it but then I told myself you know if I’m going to be running a writing blog I have to write more often

So I pushed myself to write more often and back then I had just started to become fixated with price so I had plenty of ideas at hand

Slowly but surely I started to post more and more pieces and my blog started to grow. From April to maybe June month I had gotten two requests and maybe one ask where it was an anon who was just interested in talking to me and I rmr feeling over the moon about it

And then June month I started to grow rapidly like I really was there like whats going on 🧍🏻 i rmr the writers i looked up to became mutuals with me and i genuinely couldnt believe this was happening.

june- september i felt myself become more confident in my writing and i started to write like every 2-3 days and that’s when so many of you guys joined my blog and i rmr just being surprised that so many of you wanted to talk to me and that i went from one anonie to having a little council of yall

then november - February came around and that period is usually the worst for my mental l health but writing and having you guys show so much love not only for my work but also and it genuinely helped me so much

now its been a year of writing fics and im just really appreciative

also its so cool to be able to see how much ive grown how i went from spending a month on writing a fic to being able to produce pieces im actually proud of in the span of 3 days it's also fun to see how much knowledge ive gained by just writing like ill find myself reading pieces and im able to see minimal adjustment i can make that while make the scene flow whiles before id be questioning my grammar in every sentence

so what i want to say with this yapping is thank you guys and if youre someone who wants to get into ff writing pls do so

at first you'll feel like a weed in a garden but as times goes on you’ll realize how much you and your work has made the garden bloom🫶🏻

#not writing #this is just me yapping

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caffeineyum · 3 months

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Muffins (Chapter 6)

@biomecharnotaurus heyyyoo minimal Jane in this one but we get more info on how Alba handles trainees

Alba stumbled into the training center, Johnson had her trainees running laps and doing morning physical training.

“You look like shit girl,” Johnson commented looking Alba up and down. “Did that battle with the freezer take you out?” Johnson demanded, Alba had messaged him about the situation.

“Folded the door in half,” Alba smirked. “Slept terribly,” she explained.

“Well damn,” Johnson retuned her smirk. “Hope you’ve got that foldin’ energy still, we gotta whip these recruits into shape!”

“Energy for days,” Alba muttered, before taking a step forward. She took a deep breath before bellowing “Trainees form up!” At the command the group of twelve made their standard formation in front of her.

“Listen up, your DI has something important to say!” Johnson commanded pacing next to Alba. “It’s News about your graduation, which I’m so sure you all are so excited about!” Johnson barked. Alba took a little breath, they had also talked about this before. She was about to verbally hand them their asses. The twelve men and women focused their attention on Alba. “You all have been the worst class of Spartans I have ever trained.” She started, Alba didn’t enjoy this. “Because of your poor performance I pushed back the final test and now we only have a month before we go topside. If you continue on your current trajectory, this class will make the sorriest group of IVs ever. I’ve see your potential you all have it. Now step it up!” Alba commanded. “Do you understand me?” She growled.

“Yes Ma’am!” They replied, however one of her trainees failed to respond. He was chewing on his lip. This man was Petersen, often the first to challenge Alba and main leader of the class. Johnson noticed immediately and marched over to Petersen.

“Do you have a problem trainee? You heard the lady, step it up!” Johnson half questioned half yelled. Petersen grimaced at Johnson then glared up at Alba. Petersen’s friend Butler stood next to him and he looked tenser than a bunch of steel cable. Butler shot Petersen a look almost praying for him to keep his mouth shut. “Permission to speak freely sir,” Petersen requested through gritted teeth.

“Alright speak up, what’s on your sorry ass mind that you won’t agree to step up your training,” Johnson granted. Petersen’s eyes focused on Alba.

“How do you expect us to step it up when our DI is fucking the contractors at 0430 in the damn morning? You want us to step it up? Be a decent leader!” Petersen spat glaring into Alba’s eyes. Alba tilted her head to side confused then she realized it had been Petersen and Butler who had seen her with Jane in the morning. Alba almost laughed, instead a small chuckle escaped her lips at the absurdity.

“That was not what was going on,” Alba started. “And if you have a problem with my leadership, it better be a concrete example not something from my personal life,” Alba challenged Petersen. “What is your problem with how I lead?” She pushed further.

Petersen opened up his mouth to begin his protest “We’ve been working our asses off, how are we failing? And you,” Petersen stepped forward pointing at Alba. “How are we supposed to follow someone we can barely relate to? Spartan-III, whatever, you’re like a damn robot!” He shouted at her. Alba was stunned she had no idea what to say to him. Out of all the criticisms, ‘not relatable’ was not something she had ever gotten. “You’re failing because you’re incapable of listening to orders! You especially, can’t follow for shit,” Johnson stepped in, staring down Petersen. “You really think the UNSC wants a group of Spartans who can’t follow a simple order? Several million wasted on a group of enhanced thugs!” Johnson barked. “Because the orders even in the simulations are d-“ Petersen began.

“Does anyone else have a problem with me?” Alba asked, stepping between Johnson and Petersen. Alba and Petersen stared at each other, Petersen’s eye burned with fury. The group of Spartans behind them looked at each before staying silent. Realizing he was defeated Petersen turned away from Alba and marched back to the formation. “Alright let’s go! CQC and drills!” Alba commanded. She and Johnson assigned everyone a group and instead of putting Petersen with Legge, Alba took Petersen. She normally put them together because the two had such opposite fighting styles. Legge was a very calm individual and it carried over to her fighting style, Petersen, well… fought with the grace of rabid dog. Legge went to a group of three with Butler and Badovinac. So far Badovinac was their best trainee at CQC, so Johnson wanted to see what he could do against two of the top of the class. Everyone else got partners. They stared with basic drills of attacking and blocking. Petersen didn’t pull any of his punches and if Alba had missed any of the blocks, it would have left a significant mark. Most of these drills were lead by the partners until Johnson or Alba called for the start of sparring. Many of the trainees talked to each trying to help each other with technique. Alba was the first to speak between her and Petersen. “I appreciate your creativity in the stimulations,” she began as she threw an elbow at Petersen who blocked it. “But the scoring algorithm does not. Your skills will serve you well in the field but for the sake of the class, you need to follow orders.” Alba finished as Petersen threw a full force elbow strike at Alba’s head, she blocked it. “Oh yeah? Then fix the damn thing to give us points, ma’am,” Petersen spat.

“I wish I could. But this is a skill you need to learn. Learn it or watch the class you lead fail,” Alba retorted as they switched to kicking drills and she aimed a roundhouse kick directly at Petersen’s thigh. He blocked it with a low block.

“Yes Ma’am,” He agreed as he put his full body weight into a roundhouse kick. Alba using equal force, blocked it knocking Petersen off balance.

Alba had finished her work for the day and was on her way to gym. It had been one hell of day and she was excited to see Jane again. She hoped Jane’s day had gone much smoother after being trapped in the freezer. Alba rounded the corner and entered into the gym. She took a bench and pulled out her datapad sending Jane a message that she was at the gym.

‘Be there in 5!’ Jane responded. Suddenly Alba overheard someone saying her name. “She’s practically mechanical, there’s no social skills or human anywhere in Alba. Yet she gets that girl? What the hell? I’m twice as personable as she is!” It was Petersen’s voice and thanks to her augmentations she heard every word.

“I know she’s a bit stiff but she could have beaten the shit out of you and she decided not too. Plus she acknowledged your capabilities, if this all your mad about, your acting like a toddler.” That was definitely Butler’s voice. Alba turned her head and saw both Petersen and Butler talking at the water fountain. Petersen’s arms were crossed and Butler simply leaned against the wall. It always took a long time for IVs to get used to having Spartan hearing and being around others with it. This was a prime example. Alba shook her head and walked over to the water fountain. When the two saw her walking over they snapped to attention. “Ma’am!” Butler acknowledged her.

“At ease,” Alba spoke then looked at Petersen. “You’re right, I have no idea why she likes me.” Alba let out a small chuckle and Petersen’s face drained of color. “Next time use your temper for something useful,” Alba commanded setting a hand on Petersen’s shoulder. Petersen’s face was entirely white and his mouth hung open.

“Y-yes ma’am,” he sputtered as Alba heard a set of soft footsteps behind her. Jane suddenly then half hug half attempted to tackled Alba. Alba caught her and hugged her back, removing her hand off Petersen’s shoulder to catch Jane with both hands. “Hi!” Jane smiled at Alba then looked over at Petersen and Butler. “Who are your friends?” Jane asked looking up at Alba, Jane’s arms wrapped around Alba’s waist. Alba had one arm wrapped around Jane’s waist and another around her shoulders. “These are two of my trainees, Petersen and Butler,” Alba introduced them. “Nice to meet you!” Jane gave them both a wide smile. “Alba talks a lot about all of you guys,” she added. “Nice to meet you too,” Butler said for both of them. “Anyways we need to grab dinner,” Butler added and dragged Petersen away by his hand. “What was that about?” Jane asked, looking up at the Spartan with curious star like eyes.

“I’ll tell you later,” Alba determined half smiling.

#Halo #alba b221 #jane smith

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ask-the-clergy-bc · 1 year

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Hello~

I saw your inbox is open 👀

And I came here with some gaming requests.

I've already requested Mario Kart, I've already requested RE, now it's time for me to go harder... Table games (Excuse my English, I don't even know if that's the actual term in English 😂)

What would be the Era V ghouls' (including Sunshine, Phantom/Dipper and thenewghoulettewhichnameIdontremember) favorite games for a Friday Clergy night? Clue, Twister, Uno or any other game? 👀 Salutations from the third world and enjoy the rest of your week! 🖤

You know I love ghouls and video games!! I love the idea of ghouls and board games!!

Era V Nameless Ghouls Favorite Board Games

Sodo/Ember: Battleship is hands down Sodo's favorite game to play. There is nothing more satisfying then figuring out where your opponents ships are and completely obliterating them!

Mountain: Maybe it's not as exciting as the other games, but Mountain ADORES checkers. It's classic and he is a patient ghoul. He tends to completely destroy his opponents out of no where.

Aurora: She LOVES Sorry! It's the perfect board game if you just want to have some friendly competition! She's ALWAYS the Red pieces.

Cirrus: Risk, and she's LETHAL at it! Cirrus will take over the entire world in Risk, and she has the patience to do it. Her favorites are all of the expansion packs so she can figure out how to win on new maps. Undefeated, but Copia has gotten VERY close.

Cumulus: Life! Not many of the other ghouls are ever really interested in playing with her, so she often has to find siblings of sin/road crew to play. She loves the idea of seeing a glimpse into the human Life through this silly board game.

Sunshine: Sunshine's favorite tends to be Trouble! They prefer games that have moving parts and more simple rules. Sure, the more complex games can be fun. But she likes something a little more fast paced!

Rain: Twister! Probably because he is actually the most flexible of all of the ghouls. It comes with being a water ghoul! Rain is the grand champion of Twister!

Swiss: Jenga! But his all time favorite is the REALLY BIG Jenga sets where you have to be even more careful! Suddenly it goes from not shaking the table to making sure none of the other ghouls shove you into the entire tower of blocks (which will always happen. They turn it into their own game.)

Aether: LOVES Clue! He always get's super excited to play! Aether just thinks it's such a good time, and always picks Professor Plum. Whenever he has a turn to guess who the killer is, he says it with such good acting!

Phantom: The embodiment of chaos himself, he loves Monopoly. And yes, he plays in a way to purposely antagonize anyone he is playing with. It's the best/worst time for everyone. He will break friendships if it means watching the light die in your eyes as you go to jail.

Bonus Papa IV: Settlers of Catan - and he's damn good at it. He's the type to get REALLY into it, too.

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yakuzacanons · 1 year

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i just found you blog and omg 😭😭😭 thats honestly what i needed in my life! I recently started playing the games and ive been looking for a page like yours !!

Could i pls request some headcanons of a female s/o calming Nishiki (Kiwami 1) down after a fit of rage, where they endup cuddling and falling asleep together.

I've been reading your stuff so TYSM for writting for Tanimura and Shinada 🙏🙏 my underrated babies

Omg yes I'd love to do some content for our special koi boy Nishiki. Also yessss Tanimura fans rise up (Haven't gotten to Shinada in 5 yet but I stg as soon as I do it's so over, I am posting him). Mild spoilers for this one, specifically for Kiwami 1. Headcanons below da cut as per usual, have a great day anon!

Nishiki is the type of guy who wants to hide his imperfections from others, especially during Kiwami 1. He's under the most pressure that he's ever felt in his whole life and it's taking every fiber of his being to just stay afloat. He feels showing emotion about it is showing weakness and now is the worst time for him to appear weak. Despite any reassurances you may give him, he's still going to try to fight against these feelings, for better or worse.

It's hard enough to keep his family together, who clearly does not want to listen to a word he says and does not see him as an authority. Losing his sister was the last straw, especially after he tried so hard for her. It breaks your heart to see him so distraught but offering help just makes him rescind even further away.

You both know he won't be able to keep these feelings inside for much longer and the wrong comment from one of his low ranking family members is what makes him finally snap. He's beyond a pot boiling over. At this moment, Nishiki is more akin to a grease fire: sudden, intense, difficult to put out.

Before any of you can even realize what's going on, Nishiki is just absolutely raging. Even he never realized he was capable of such anger; everything until now was done out of love, for Kiryu, for Yumi, for his sister. Is there even any love left in his body to give, he wonders.

Quick to act, you hold him back before his fist can land, but Nishiki will resist, spitting out obscenities and holding back tears. The man who just narrowly escaped Nishiki's rage slinks away and the others in the room follow suit, but it isn't out of fear. You can hear them chuckling down the hallway about how Nishiki can't even actually get mad, that he's just at the beck and call of his lover and can't do anything by himself.

You hope Nishiki didn't hear any of that but the way he just completely slumps in your arms tells you everything you need to know. He heard it, all right, and to make matters worse, he thinks they might be right. He couldn't stop anything: not Kiryu going to jail, not Yumi going missing, not the death of his sister, not even his own feelings.

Nishiki just slumps to the floor, silent and tired. You kneel next to him and for once the both of you are completely silent. No more words trying to soothe his pain. No more excuses from him, no more "I'm fine, I can handle it". You both know the truth. It's too apparent now. Instead, you simply wrap your arms around him, pulling him close.

This gesture does so much more than words ever could for him. Immediately, he reciprocates, pulling you into a grasp so tight that it almost shocks you. Instead, you gently lay your head on top of his, which is currently buried against your chest and failing to hold back tears that have been bubbling below the surface for so long.

Nishiki sniffles, tries to find the words. His mind is racing for a reason, an excuse, an apology. You shush him with a simple "I know." and Nishiki just melts in your arms. Not sobbing outright, just quietly whimpering, finally feeling safe enough to actually feel all of these feelings that he's ignored for so long.

Eventually, you coax him to stand. His eyes still won't meet yours but he also won't let you go as if you're the very thing keeping him afloat right now. You gently usher him out and bring him back to your place, far away from the prying eyes of his family and the Tojo Clan and the cruel whispers of the city that you both learned to love and hate equally.

The second Nishiki sees the bed, he collapses on it as if his body finally recognized that it needed some rest. You can't help but crack a smile as you crawl into bed next to him. Deep down, he knows that you know who he really is, flaws and all, perhaps the only one truly he can trust right now.

Nishiki gently flops over, wrapping himself around you almost like a koala. You chuckle a little, gently joking at him, saying "Comfortable?" to which you only receive a soft grunt of approval. You reply with a kiss on his forehead, to which he finally meets your gaze. His eyes are filled with so many different things: hurt, anger, sadness, pain, and yet behind it all is still that faint glimmer of love, the Nishiki that only you really know. He manages a quiet but sincere "Thank you" before once again nuzzling his face against yours before the two of you fall into a gentle and much deserved deep sleep.

#yakuza #yakuza headcanons #yakuza imagines #ryu ga gotoku #ryu ga gotoku headcanons #ryu ga gotoku imagines #akira nishikiyama #imagines #headcanons #majima megaphone moment

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arisatominakos · 2 years

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i want your gif making lore. 7, 9, 17, 15, 20, 26, 40, 45, and 49!

dfkjaj LORE REQUEST RECEIVED

7. Who are your top 3 gif makers

ohmans thats hard khfdsa. i actually am big fans of a lot of gifmakers out there that i dont follow but i see their stuff all the time in the tags & rb from them etc etc. but like i do follow a lot of folks who’s stuff i rlly enjoy and are folks that tend to inspire me. its a bit unfair to list just three so fkjsdha uhh @aartyom @eurodynamic @onewingedangels @preciousgyro @entreri @marogarreh @thequantumranger @trident

9. What/who inspired you to start making gifs

i dont fully remember, i think a mix of just fandom stuff w/ friends & rp blogs. i do remember it was a hellacious journey until i could figure it out and since then i just have tried to keep improving or learning new things etc etc.

17. 10 sets, 8 sets, 6 sets? How many gifs to you prefer in a set

this is VERY dependent on the set im making at the time. i try to avoid like sets with a lot of images bc i get very tired with the task. but some stuff like i try to do between 2-5 so it looks nice in a post.

15. Have you ever had gifs stolen and reposted

constantly. usually its my avan gifs or star trek gifs. which is like the major reason i dont do them anymore or do a lot of non-video game slash anime sets. i tend to confront the person or ask them to take it down & it goes as well as you expect half the time: not the best. the worst time was a rp blog stealing all my avan gifs, not aware i was in the same rp circles so like tons of mutuals( most shared between the two of us ) notified me & they blocked me on said blog so i had to message them from my personal + other blogs i had at the time as well as said mutuals spoke with them as well before they took them down. it was a very frustrating day.

20. Mac or PC

i have experience with both mac & pc, however my default is my pc which is built for gaming. i’ve had mac laptops in the past via my older sister who would give me her school handmedowns. as far as specifically creating art gifs what have you, i have no preference between the two.

26. How many un posted sets are in your drafts right now

sO I KNOW A LOT OF PPL DO THAT WHERE THEY MAKE STUFF AND SAVE IT IN DRAFTS BUT IM DKSJHA i just i dont have the like mental fortitude to make something and not post it soon after. back when i was doing rp stuff & writing i used my drafts very heavily for wips & i sorta do that w/ gifsets in a way. as i make them i have a opened draft to upload each one to see how they look on tumblr, if they upload correctly, & to check coloring between my main monitor secondary monitor & phone as well so i make sure colors are good theres no washes etc. so usually if there is something in the drafts im currently working on it or its about to be posted so there are zero things in my drafts other than this ask kfsha

40. Why do you make gifs

good question. no clue. fkjhdsa but its fun & i enjoy it. its also just fun to share my interests in a way that can be shared by other people in reblogs etc. reading the tags of my sets & seeing ppls reactions or just opinions or whatever is just it rlly makes it. I Make Gifs For The People.

45. Ever gotten hate over a set

i’ve had ppl disrespect me bc of a gifset but ive never gotten hate persay. i do get a lot of bitchy people upset about my “do not repost or remove caption.” that i add to my posts which like i tend to ignore. realistically i cant stop ppl from doing such but it has helped so i keep doing it. usually i get a comment on said set they reblogged that day or in the tag but ive gotten 1 ask once about it & it was p funny. but proper hate with a valid reason ? nah.

49. How much would you say you’ve improved since you first started giffing

oH SO MUCH LOL. from coloring, to timing of the frames, to composition, to typography, to quality. the more i make the better i get. && there are things i want to redo to see how much i’ve improved. im not using the best tools to make these, but i’ve seen my improvement i’ve seen how much better i am & it’s rlly nice to be able to visually see your growth.

/ GIFMAKER ASKS

#farllee.asks #fashionablyfyrdraaca #yEAH THANKS FOR ALL THE QUESTIONS

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youre-killin-me-smalls · 1 year

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ISO: a man who will

i. be so addicted to his phone he doesn’t even realize you’ve been crying for a month straight due to a never ending cycle of either neglect, manipulation or abuse at his hands

ii. if he does happen to engage, he makes you wish you’d never been born. expect such toxic phrases as “you made me do this”

iii. be so concerned with his image that instead of actually supporting his “partner” he runs around offering token help to people who are barely acquaintances or “answering other people’s questions” — this is a gaslighting technique so that the court of public opinion’s likely response to you revealing his true self is: 😵‍💫whatever do you mean… he’s such a great guy 🙄😤

iv. as a general caveat, speaking up is not an option and will only result in more neglect and abuse. no acknowledgment or accountability will be taken.

edit: the only reason he pretends to care is because this post was possibly public. makes feeble attempt to manipulate with possibly the worst fake apology i’ve ever gotten…makes zero change to behavior. turns off iphone. stares at ipad instead. my well-being is never the priority. it’s always about how things might affect him #narcissism

edit x2: support someone through mental health crisis at great risk to your own mental health. continue to show up because of “love” and not giving up. tolerate abuse in the form of “trauma”. continue to be deprioritized. make one request in the spirit of everyone’s well being (and the root of future mental health issues). be told they’d rather continue their self destruction. you leave and they make snide remark with no emotion. what is it all for? nothing but future lessons to never settle for someone who will always put themselves first. there was never “us”. only him and the extent he was getting what he wanted in many shades of mood.

the end

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idyllic-ghost · 4 months

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hi! could i actually get two ships for the mini event? one for svt and one for nct dream?

im a very friendly person, once you get to know me, i can be a bit of a yapper. i do like to go out now and then but i really love staying in with friends to watch movies or play games. so im an extrovert because i love being around my friends, but i do have to be in a specific mood to meet new people. i love helping my friends and being useful, but i also just really love being around the people i love.

i’m working as a preschool teacher, which i love, but im also very involved in film and photography related things. i also like to stay active with going to the gym and i play sports a lot. my biggest hobby is probably cooking and baking, i love making meals for friends and family, although i can be a perfectionist in the kitchen and i have to do everything myself. i also enjoy playing cozy games on my nintendo switch and any kind of arts and crafts.

i’m very loyal and would do anything for my friends, almost to the point where its bad for me (im working on it). i also have pretty bad anxiety, my brain is constantly running and i go through all the worst scenarios in my head for anything that happens ever lol. my love languages towards others are quality time and gift giving, and my love languages for receiving are quality time and physical touch (and maybe words of affirmation but im terrible at taking a compliment even though i need to hear it because i have horrible self esteem). i typically end up caring about people a lot more than they care about me, and ive gotten hurt by a lot of friends that have chosen other things or romantic interests over our friendships. so im a little guarded right now, but if i meet someone i like, ill probably fall for them even without trying.

hi! sorry, but i’ll only do one group at a time for ships! i have a lot of match-up requests, so it’s just a matter of it being equal for everyone and having enough time to get through all of them. if you’d like to send this ask in again with one of the groups, that’s fine!

#ask #anon #bee buzzed εїз✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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write-orflight · 4 years

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Settle Down: Chapter 11

**Gif Not Mine**

Prev - Next

Pairings: SpencerXReader (kinda enemies to lovers)

Rating: M

Words: 1.9K

Warnings: Child birth, language, tooth aching fluff

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Y/N and Spencer don’t get along but turn to each other for the one thing you need someone else for… A baby. You can plantonically start a family, right?

AN: Two updates in a row! (Unedited) Now the taglist is officially closed now that we only have the Epilogue left. Thank you to everyone who took this journey with me, let me know what you think! much love, Cia

Chapter 11: A PowerPoint, really?

Morgan called outside the door for more nurses as soon as he heard what you said. Soon 3 women are rushing into the room, one of them clad with a wheelchair. You look at Morgan as they begin to load you in the chair.

“Derek, call Garcia and tell her to come with my emergency birth bag, then call Dr. Lizzie and tell her the baby is coming-AHHHHH!” You screamed as you were being wheeled out. Contractions, as they turn out, are the worst feeling ever.

Garcia is barging into your hospital room not long after that baby bag in tow. You kept an extra one at her place just in case you went into labor when the team was out on a case. “I drove just about 90 mph to get here. How are you feeling, mama bear?”

“Like Satan himself is putting me on a spit roast.” You grunt through clenched teeth.

“Think of the bright side you’re about to give birth to the cutest, most intelligent baby.” Garcia says. “Plus Dr. Liz told me I need to keep you calm so let’s do your breathing exercises.” Garcia starts huffing in syncopated time in order to get you to follow. You scream in her face. “Ok, so maybe not.”

“Who’s ready to have a baby?” Dr. Liz says, in a joyous tone as she sweeps into the room. “Let’s take a look at you.”

“Thank god! Lizzie, I need epidural. Shoot me up, Doc.” You groan from the pain.

“So someone is a little more eager to meet the world than we thought. It’s too late to safely administer epidural. You’re going to have to go natural, kid.”

You look at her wide eyed. “WHAT?!” You shake your head. “I-I can’t.”

“You can, Y/N.” Penelope says. “You can squeeze me as hard as you can.”

Tears start to fall from your eyes from the combination of pain and loneliness you felt. “I can’t do this, I need-I need Spencer.”

You hear the door opening. Spencer walked in pushing an IV still attached to his arm, other one draped around Derek’s shoulder as he helped him walk in. Once Spencer was next to you and leaned against the wall, Derek and Penelope stepped back to give you and Spencer privacy in your moment.

“Alright, you’re crowning. It’s time to push so next time you have a contraction, I need you to push as hard as you can.” Dr. Liz says, you nod. Spencer is pushing some of your sweat matted hair out of your forehead.

“What are you doing? You’re supposed to be in bed.”

“I told you I’d be here for you, for this.” He says, grabbing your hand letting you squeeze around his palm. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Spencer, I--AHHHHH!” You say, pushing. Your hand tightly squeezes around Spencer’s who despite how rough you must look right now is looking at you with the utmost awe and admiration. Dr. Liz gives you some words of encouragement as you breathe waiting for the next contraction.

“You don’t have to say it, I know, Y/N. I know.” He says, hand running through your hair.

“No, I need to say it. Spencer, I’m so in love with you. I love you so much, I’m sorry I kept hurting you but I need you. I love you--AHHHH!! I take it back, I hate you! I fucking hate you for doing this to me!”

Spencer kisses the hand you’re squeezing. “I love you too, Y/N/N. And I know you don’t mean that. It’s actually fairly common for all mammals giving birth to feel disdain towards their partne--”

“SHUT UP!” You yell as you push. “I usually love your facts but right now, shut the fuck up!”

“You’re doing great, mom. Just one more.” You hear Dr. Liz shout over your screams.

They don’t tell you this in any book, Doctor’s appointment, or mommy and me class but for a moment even though it is a fleeting moment. There is a stillness in the air where everything is silent and you are only snapped out of it at the sound of your baby’s first cry. Everything else from the cheers to Spencer cutting the cord is drowned by the sound of your baby loudly entering the word.

Your baby.

They place her on your bare chest and your arms instinctively wrap around your most precious being. You coo as the baby continues to cry the fluid out of her lungs. She’s covered in blood and goop but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Suddenly the thing you’ve wanted for so long was finally here and she was everything and more than what you thought, the perfect manifestation of you and Spencer’s love for each other.

Genevieve Rosalind Reid was born early November 10th. Given the name Genevieve after the song, Lady Genevieve, you and Spencer loved so much and Rosalind after famous female scientist Rosalind Franklin.

Not more than a couple of hours after the rest of the team is slinking into the room to get a peak at the baby, bearing gifts and congratulations to you both. Spencer managed to negotiate with the doctor to at least have a bed moved into your room so if they were going to make him lay and rest at least he could be near you and the baby. Soon, one by one the team starts leaving the last being Penelope who Derek had to haul away with him. You turn to Spencer once they’re gone.

“I love you, Spencer. I’m sorry I didn’t say it. I was scared.”

“I know, Y/N. I love you, why were you scared?”

“I didn’t want to lose you with my selfishness. Genevieve needs you more than I do, I didn’t want to sacrifice her having both parents because I couldn’t control myself.”

He reaches across the aisle between your beds for your hand which you stretch to him as well. “I’m not going anywhere.” He says looking you in your eyes. “I would never abandon either of you. I love you, but no matter what happens between us, we’ll make it work. For Genevieve.”

“For Genevieve.” You repeat back.

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It’s been about 9 months since you had Genevieve and you and Spencer we’re still going strong. Though the first couple of months were difficult with Spencer being injured and having an actual newborn to care for. You were still better than before, Spencer made things better. Genevieve was perfect and looking more and more like Spencer with each passing day. In fact, it seemed the only trait she did take from you was a wild stubbornness and love for Disney movies.

You were out walking Genevieve in her stroller when you got a call.

“Hey Spence. What’s up?”

“Hey, where are you?” You hear over the line.

“I’m walking with Gen in the park.” You say.

“Do you want to meet at the coffee shop on the corner?”

You shrug even though he can’t see it. “Sure, get me a cold brew.”

You push the stroller into the coffee shop ten minutes later and walk over to the corner table you and Spencer have deemed yours. Your daughter is already fussy and making grabby hands for Spencer, who smiles and scoops her out the stoller.

“Hey, Bug.” He says, sweetly as your daughter smiles brightly at him.

“God, she’s such a traitor. Instantly forgets I exist as soon as she sees you.” You say, as he hands her back so you can put in the high chair for lunch. You’re opening her banana and pears baby food when you notice it. “Why do you have my laptop?” You ask.

“Well, open it.”

You give Spencer a weird look before handing him the food to feed Genevieve so you can open the laptop. Your heart stops for a second as you read what’s on the screen.

“A PowerPoint, really?” You chuckle. “Spencer, what is this?”

“This is Reasons Why You Should Marry Me.” He says, looking up to look you in the eyes.

“Yea, I got that from the title, Spence.” You chuckle, wetly. “And you thought a PowerPoint was the best way to ask?”

“Well, I felt you’d be more inclined to consider it if you knew I spent time on a presentation.”

“That’s true.” You say, chuckling at the memory of your first friendly encounter. You take the food back from him. “Well, show me what you got.”

“Okay, Reason #1, You love me.” You laugh, nodding as he goes to the next slide. “And I love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Spencer…” You said, swooning slightly.

“#2, I’d be a great husband.”

“That’s a debatable fact.” You say, chuckling.

“Have I given you any indication that I wouldn’t be?”

You smile and shake your head no.

“#3, I have a ring, a very pretty one that Garcia helped me pick out and it’s yours if you say yes.” Spencer says, that makes you laugh loudly because of course she did, no wonder she’d been acting weird at work for the past couple of weeks. “In all seriousness… Y/N, I love you and I feel like I’ve loved since you brought me to this coffee shop more than a year ago and asked me to make the best decision of my life. You are my best friend, the mother of my child… I can’t think of anyone else I’d want to share my life with. So..” Spencer takes that moment to stand to kneel down on one knee. “Will you marry me, Please.”

The tears that had been threatening to fall since he started were coming in full swing now. You nodded fast. “Yes! 1000% yes!” You exclaim. Spencer takes that moment to slide the ring on to your finger as you hear the faint applause from the bored baristas in the empty coffee shop who have gotten to know you both over the years. Spencer sweeps you into a deep kiss, that you can barely stop smiling for. You pull apart when you hear Genevieve start to babble in her highchair, reaching for the two of you.

“Oh, come here, Bug.” You say, going to pick her up, kissing the top of her head. “Can’t stand not being the center of attention, huh?”

“Well, she is her mother’s daughter.” Spencer chuckles when you level a bored expression at him. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” He says, starting to pack Genevieve’s stuff back into her stroller. “What movie are we watching tonight?” He asks.

You think for a second. “How’s Wall-E sound?”

Spencer smiles when he hears you say the first movie you watched together. That was the night he knew for sure that he was going to marry you someday. You didn’t know it yet, but Spencer did, and he was rarely wrong.

“Sounds wonderful, baby.” He smiles, as the three of you walk out of the coffee shop, a newly cemented family.

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