#told me how right i am wink wink hint hint

[bixyaps]

Burr's character is the epitome of female rage...Burr was so female rage.....etc etc no no no NO !! you are WRONG !!!! just because YOU personally as a woman relate to Burr doesn't mean there's anything feminine about his rage do you understand what female rage IS !!!! female rage is quiet and sad like when Eliza burned her husbands letters !!!! female rage is born from love and a need to protect like when Angelica got all mad for her sister !!!!! they are RIGHT THERE !!!! Burr was relatable and all and you probably feel like his experiences resonate w your womanhood bc he was denied positions of power and watched his frienemy (for NEED of a better word...ykwim) get everything he ever wanted and he wasn't chosen buy Hamilton even when the choice was between him and someone he (Hamilton) disagrees with fundamentally on basically every level and is not just rivals with, but actively opposed to. THOSE are what makes Burrs experiences resonate sm with womanhood, but you have to understand ALL OF THESE THINGS WERE A DIRECT RESULT OF HIS ACTIONS. he was denied positions of power bc he refused to prove why he wld make good use of them Hamilton got everything he wanted bc he PUT IN THE WORK Hamilton picked Jefferson bc Burr gave him absolutely nothing to fucking work with. then he had the NERVE to get angry, angry enough to KILL THE MAN, over the direst consequences of his actions, because he felt entitled to power. there is ABSOLUTELY NOTHING feminine about his anger i dont CARE if you relate to him I relate to him too !!!!!! but I beg you to research the terms you use just a little bit and LEARN WHAT THEY MEAN before using them based on vibes cuz fuck I'm so sick of this. Angelica and Eliza are RIGHT THERE to point to as examples of female rage, especially their deleted songs which honestly add sm to their character (I wld get mad bc one dimensional female character syndrome but ALL the deleted songs have SO MUCH character in them so yk the musical is already three hours long),,,,,, STOP calling Burr's anger feminine please it was violent and unjustified and there's literally no reason to compare it to female rage. have some media literacy please xx

[fangirl-dot-com]

Grill the Grid

Guys, I'm sorry this is so short. I've had a bout of writers block but still wanted to get another chapter out. I will be going back to working on the regular chapters soon! But enjoy this take on Grill the Grid!

Like always - comments, questions, concerns, reblogs, and likes are appreciated! Much love :D

Key for this chapter: regular text - just normal speaking bold - words on the flip boards italics - scene change bold italics - the narrator lady

Episode One: Radio Show 

A quick snapshot of each driver shows up before the opening title of “Grill the Grid” crosses the screen. 

You quickly showed up and clapped your hands. 

“Welcome ladies and gents to another season of Grill the Grid.” You showed a cheeky smile as you winked to the camera. 

“Can you please state your name and what team you drive for?” 

You sighed as you thought. “Christian is going to kill me if I can't remember all of it.” You looked back at the camera. “My name is Y/n L/n and I drive for the Honda RBPT Oracle Red Bull Racing Formula One Team.” 

“That is correct.” 

Your eyes widened as you started to laugh. “I didn’t think I’d get that.” 

The lady behind the camera smiled. “Max didn’t get the entire thing.” 

You stared at the camera like you were on the office before turning to someone off camera to the side. “Do I get a point for that?” 

The video now cut to Max. 

Max had his hands on his side, head down before he looked back up. 

He had a nervous smile as he tried to think. “Yeah, I don’t know. Red Bull Racing?” He shrugged as multiple people around him laughed. 

“It’s actual Honda RBPT Oracle Red Bull Racing.” 

Max rolled his eyes. “How is anyone supposed to remember that?” 

“Y/n did.” 

“Of course.” 

Words flashed on the screen signaling to viewers the actual start of the episode. Multiple familiar faces showed as they all stood next to a board with multiple flaps of paper. 

Lando smugly looked at the title and then to the camera. “I got this in the bag.” 

“How do you think you’ll do?” 

Oscar was now on screen. “Uhhhhh.” He didn’t have time to answer.

“I think I’ll do ok. I’m not too familiar with other team’s radios, but I can try?” A red-clad Monegasque questioned himself. 

The drivers all flipped the first page.

--He better get me more stroopwaffles after that. Asshole--  

You flipped the first page and barely glanced at it before answering. “Lando.” 

“Lando.” Max also flipped.

Oscar, Daniel, Charles, and Carlos at once, “Lando.” 

Lando just stared into the camera. “Me?” 

You smiled back at the camera. “This was at Zandvoort right? After Max kinda bumped him.” 

“He pushed me off the track! Bumped is an understatement.” Lando now flipped the next page and leaned back to laugh. “Y/n.” 

--Speed. I am Speed. One winner, 19 losers. I eat losers for breakfast--

Max, once again, barely glanced before answering, “Y/n.” 

Lance looked around trying to get a hint. He couldn’t find one. “Logan? I know he’s watched the Cars movies.” 

Logan laughed as well before shaking his head. “Y/n.” 

“Me.” Your face flushed red. “Truthfully, I didn’t know the radio was on.” 

Oscar made a noise as he thought. “I want to say Logan because he recently watched that. But my heart wants to say Y/n.” 

“Is that your final answer.” 

“Yes.” 

“That’s correct.” 

Fernando, Carlos, Daniel, and Alex flipped the page. “Y/n.” 

--This is what she gets for telling me to use my mirrors. AHA! Does she even have her driver’s license?-- 

“Aha! This is Daniel.” You stood looking at the next page. “So in quali, he almost hit me in turn four during my flying lap and I told him to use his mirrors in the race. Well, he overtook me in the first lap and I fell behind.” Your smile disappeared as you looked right into the camera. “And yes, I have my driver’s license.” 

Daniel almost fell to his knees as he read the next one. His gummy smile almost took over his face. “This is me to Y/n.” 

Max just looked lost. “Who said this?” 

“Daniel.”

“Oh.”  

 

Episode Two: Champions Part 2

“So do you know what’s next?” 

You looked confused as you looked around the empty space. “Well there’s no board here?” 

Charles shrugged. “It could be anything. I certainly hope that this season we won’t have to list the champions in some order again.” 

Max looked around with a confused look. “Again?” 

Lewis rolled his eyes. “Man I knew I should have gone back and actually memorized them.” 

“There’s no way someone is getting all of them. Sebastian is gone.” Lando shrugged. 

It was now back to Charles who looked a bit more pale. A loud beep sounded on a views screen as he looked down. 

You once again clapped. “I knew all those Wikipedia pages would come in handy. Are we starting from newest to oldest or oldest to newest.” 

“Any way you want.” 

You looked up in thought as you started to list. “Ok. Max was in 2023, 2022, 2021. Then Lewis in 2020, 2019, 1028, 2017. Nico won in 2016 then it was back to Lewis in ’15 and ’14. Seb won from 2013 to 2010…” 

Max sighed before he started. “Uh, me in 2023 to 2021. Then Lewis until 2014.” 

“Incorrect. Nico won in 2016.” 

Max hummed. “Uh, Nico in ’16. Then Lewis to ’14. I know Seb won in 2013.” 

It was back to you. “And then Michael Schumacher again in 2010, which was his first with Ferrari. Then it was Hakkinen in ’99 and ’98. Uh, Villeneuve in 1997 who was preceded by Hill in 1996. Then it was back to Schumi in ’95 and ’94.”

Lando looked lost. 

Charles was still pale but he tried. “It was Max, Lewis, Nico, Lewis again. Then Seb then Lewis again?” 

“You’re forgetting another Mercedes Driver.” 

Charles looked even more confused. “Uh.” 

“Jensen Button in 2009.” 

“He was in Mercedes?” Charles just ended up walking off. 

Back to you. “Mario Andretti was the last American in 1978. Niki and Hunt danced around from 1977 to 1976. Then it was Fittipaldi, Stewart, Fittpaldi, Stewart, Rindt, Stewart respectfully in 1975, 1974, 1973, 1972, 1971, and 1970.” 

Oscar looked as if he was having a stroke. 

Logan ran a hand down his face. “I only know Andretti in 1978 and then Phil Hill in 1961. You know. Go America!” 

Fernando tried but couldn’t get past the nineties. Yet he had a smile on his face. “Y/n got all of these right, correct?” 

“She was the only one.”  

“Shut up, no she wasn’t.” Lando didn’t believe it. 

“Of course she did.” Max could only chuckle. “She would brag and brag about this in the plane.” 

“And then Ascari in 1952, then Fangio in 1951, and finally Farina in 1950!” You had a proud look on your face. “I knew I could do it. Did I miss any?” 

“Nope.”  

Episode Three: Guess These Headlights 

Charles, who had now recovered from his bout of PTSD, suddenly looked excited. “Now here is something I can do.” 

“Are you a car guy?” 

“Definitely.” Carlos responded with a smug look. “I grew up around cars.” 

“I mean. I know my McLarens?” Oscar questioned. “This is going to be hard.” 

Lando looked ready. “Let’s get this going.” 

You looked determined. “Bring it on.” You flipped the first page. “Ah. That’s a classic. A Ferrari F40.” You turned back to the camera. “If I didn’t have my Porsches, I would have bought an F40.” A far away thoughtful look crossed your face. “Maybe I’ll still get one. I’ll ask Charles. He can get me one.”  

Charles quickly answered “F40” and then flipped. “Ah. This is McLaren P1.” 

“McLaren P1,” Oscar answered. “The logo is in the headlights. Pretty helpful.” 

Daniel flipped the next one and stood back, hands on his hips. “I know Max has this car. But I can’t remember the name.” 

Lance finally looked as though he knew what it was. “This is the Aston Valkyrie.” 

Fernando also guessed it correctly. “Aston Valkyrie.” 

Next, Carlos easily got the next one. “La Ferrari. I wanted one.” 

“Did you get one.” 

Carlos nodded his head before answering. “No.” 

Max flipped through the pages very quickly. “Ah! I know this one. Y/n has two of these. It’s the Porsche 9-11’s.” 

“Y/n’s Porsche. The 9-11 model,” Alex responded. 

“I see these in my garage since Y/n’s apartment didn’t come with one, so she puts her’s in mine. It’s the Porsche 9-11,” Logan had a happy smile as he knew one. The next one, he didn’t know. 

“Not a clue.” Charles, Oscar, and Daniel all said as they flipped. 

Max took a minute to look at the X looking headlights. He hummed. “Y/n was just showing me a TikTok with this car. Says she wants one someday.” 

You had a giant grin on your face as you looked at the headlights. 

“Do you know what this car is?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Of course I know. It’s the 3 million dollar Ferrari V12 Engine Apollo Project Evo. There are currently 10 of them only in the world, and they are all owned.” 

“Do you have one of them?” 

You only smirked as you looked into the camera.

Max still stood next to his board, eyes to the sky as he really thought. His eyebrows raised as he remembered the answer. “This is like...the Apollo E car?” 

“That is correct. Now, does Y/n own one of these? She didn’t give us an answer.” 

Max looked like a deer caught in headlights. “Uh. No comment?”   

  

Episode Four: Random Skills

“Ok. For this challenge you have to guess what driver has this skill.” 

“Easy.” Came from Lando. 

You looked around confused. “I don’t think I have any skills.” 

“Do I even have a skill for them to use?” Lewis questioned himself. 

“First skill. Which driver is known for playing the piano.” 

“Sharl,” you smirked. “Easy.” 

“Charles.” Lance, Fernando, and Daniel all answered. 

“Me.” The Monegasque had a smile on his face. 

Oscar looked up. “Is it Y/n? She looks like she can play the piano.” 

“He said that? I don’t know if that’s a compliment or an insult.” You shrugged. 

“Which drivers claims to be able to hit a hole in one at the Monte Carlo Golf Course.” 

Max rolled his eyes. “I know Lando has claimed, but I’m going to say Carlos.” 

Carlos looked lost. “Me? I don’t know if I’ve said that though. Maybe Lando?” 

Logan answered, “Lando?” 

Lando also looked lost. “Me?” 

“No.” 

“Who is it then?” You questioned. Lando and Carlos had been your guess. 

“It is Pierre Gasly.” 

Lando huffed. “Get out of here.” 

The man in question had a guilty smile. “I forgot I said that. Let’s say it’s still true.”

You looked eager to get on with the game. You wanted to win that trophy. 

“Which driver has set a drive time around the Daytona International Speedway at 1 minute and 40 seconds. Which is only 8 seconds slower than the lap record.” 

“Oh, I didn’t know I would get on here for this category. It’s me right?” 

“Correct, Logan.”  

You took a little while to guess. “I’m gonna say Logan. Sounds like a very American thing to do at Daytona. And his brother drove for NASCAR right?” 

“Correct.”

Your fist pumped the air. 

Oscar looked elated at this question. “It’s Logan. I was there when he did it.” A big smile crossed his face. 

Lance looked around in thought. “Uhhhhh. Lando? I don’t know.” 

Lando also looked happy, as he seemed to know the answer. “It’s Logan right? Yeah, Logan. Final answer.” 

“Are there any geography questions this season, or…” Max drew out the last syllable as he laughed with the others. He suddenly went cold stare. “I’m being serious.” 

“Which driver knows how to moon walk?” 

Fernando squinted his eyes as he thought before shrugging his shoulders. “It’s one of the young ones right? Yuki?” 

Yuki was also as lost as Fernando. “I wish it was me. Maybe Lando? He DJ’s right?” 

“It’s not Lando. But it is a younger driver.” 

“I should know this after she made me play Just Dance for three hours one time. It’s Y/n.” Logan looked put off at his mention of the dance off. 

Oscar also looked bored as he also brought it up. “Yeah, it’s Y/n. I threw Just Dance out after she left. No more.” 

Max rubbed his face. “She plays it with P whenever she comes over. They play the same one over and over again. Y/n.” 

Charles had a far off look, like one of an older man who suddenly was hit with PTSD from war. He whispered, “We don’t mention moonwalk. Not after her and Arthur…” He never finished as he walked off again. 

You had a shit-eating grin on your face. “Me! And I tried to teach it to Oscar, Lando, Logan, Max, Charles, Arthur…” You just seemed to keep going and going. They finally had to stop you before you kept going on about the Just Dance discography. 

Bloopers

You stood in front of the camera with one of the que things that snap. “And action! Do you even say that anymore? And I thought this was an actual set. I might have cried when I saw the green screen.” 

Beep 

The camera showed Max creeping in as you continued listing all of the champions in order. He looked over at the camera like was on the office. “Is she still going?” 

Beep

Logan kept touching his hair and the makeup lady would slap his hands away to fix it. “NASCAR drivers don’t have to go through this. I bet they don’t have to list all the freaking Formula 1 champions in order.” He leaned in and made a gesture. “See. All they have to do is kiss a brick and they get one when they win.” 

Beep 

Oscar smiled as he looked around, honestly excited to get this over with. “I think I’m finally ready for redemption. This should be easy.” 

The camera cut to him after ever he finished filming. “I take it back. That was not easy. You guys really need to find better questions.” 

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[prongsiepotter]

down bad | j. potter

summary: you're so in love with james potter but he's a little too good at giving you mixed signals that it might actually ruin you

pairing: james potter x reader

warnings: angst, a little fluff if u squint, and so much longing & yearning. omg so much of it

a/n: i am unfortunately completely obsessed with taylor swift's new album, so everything i'll write in the near future will be based on one of the ttpd songs (yey!) & this one's based on 'down bad.' feel free to send requests if u want pick the next song for me x

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"So he just said no?" Mary all but hisses. Marlene shushes her, glancing around the classroom before leaning down from where she's sitting on your desk.

"Are you sure it didn't mean something else?" She rests her hand on yours. "Maybe it was just a misunderstanding. He wouldn't…he just wouldn't, right?" You smile weakly at her, then shake your head. She squeezes your hand.

"The note was pretty clear," you say with a soft sigh. The sentence rolls off your tongue with unhidden bitterness. "Sorry, can't. Need to catch up on some assignments."

You would show it to them, so they could see for themselves and maybe divert their sympathetic gazes from you. But you had set it on fire right after reading it, just like the other two notes friendly rejecting you. You still aren't sure why you did it. After all, you did just tell Mary and Marlene that you're fine. At least you will be. You should not be this devastated over some guy.

Even if that guy is James Potter.

James who is now strolling into the room with his mates, looking as invincible and full of life as he always has and always will.

Quickly, you force a smile at the girls and pull out the chair next to you. Marlene, bless her, gets the hint and lightly shoves Mary's shoulder to have her take the seat. You're going through your book bag, pulling out your inkwell when four bodies make their way past your desk.

"Ladies," comes Sirius cheerfully loud voice as he bows at the waist because, of course, he does. Peter and Remus aren't as dramatic with their greetings. The latter, however, does take the time to slow down in front of you until you look up and return his kind smile. Belatedly, you realise perhaps you shouldn't have done that. You lock eyes with James, who's right behind him.

He sends you an easy smile and a wink. Like he's letting you in on another one of his rare secrets. You're not sure if you're smiling back, but it's almost a given that you are.

He takes his seat behind you, laughing blithely at a joke Pete just told, and it's all so painfully charming that you want to die. You fear he will always make you feel like this. Like you're somehow the chosen one. It's such a sickening feeling, you can't help but whip around and look at Mary, pleadingly. Though, you're not sure what you're pleading for anymore.

She shoots you another unbearably sympathetic smile, looking like she's close to cooing at you. You sigh, hiding your face in the crook of your arms.

You can't help but think how easy it would be to just cry right here. It's embarrassing to admit, but you've done it plenty of times over the weekend after you had seen James out at Hogsmeade with the others. Miserably, you had realised that he was, in fact, not too busy working on his assignments. He just didn't want to spend time with you.

You almost let out a sob.

A hand rubs your back and you know it can only be Mary, but you let yourself believe that it's the universe consoling you, as if to say there, there because there's nothing fair about this and she knows it, but there's nothing she can do it about now, can she?

History of Magic passes in a blur. Before you know it, you're in the library, pouring all of yourself into an essay that you normally couldn't have cared less for. But you're willing to do whatever it takes to keep yourself busy. You know your thoughts will stray the moment you're lying quietly in bed anyway, awaiting another sleepless night.

You finish the sentence and look up, satisfied with your work. Apparently it's been a while since you've torn your gaze away from the parchment before you, seeing how stiff your neck is. You knead at the uncomfortable knot in your shoulder while looking around the library. It's relatively full today with every other seat being taken.

Which makes it all the more irritating when your gaze snatches on a figure sat at the other table right across from you. He's not even looking up, head bent over a book, but you would recognise that mop of unruly dark curls anywhere. James must've seen you when he came in, but that might have just been your hopeful self speaking.

Begrudgingly, you resume your writing and it takes everything in you not to look up every few minutes. To glimpse the slight furrow in his brows and the small pout of his lips as he's carefully reading every paragraph. You know he's likely looking for something to prepare for a prank. Normally, you would simply go over and ask him what he's up to. You know he'd happily tell you. But you're glad to have at least a little bit of pride and dignity left that keeps you rooted in your spot.

Seemingly not enough though since all you can think about is that there's no way he doesn't know that you're right there. It really does make you want to bang your head against the table. Maybe that would finally catch James' attention.

Pathetically, you glance at him only to notice that he's packing his things to leave. The tip of your feather goes back to the parchment so fast, it almost pierces it. You haven't got a clue what you're writing, too busy tracking James' movements from the corner of your eyes.

You watch him stand up, walking down the length of his table towards the door down the hall on his right. Then he stops. You hold your breath. James seemingly hesitates before fixing the strap of his bag on his shoulder. He turns left and walks towards you. You're staring at your hand as it writes illegible words, completely out of your control, when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

"Hey," James whispers when you look up, giving you a familiar grin and small wave. It's an innocent gesture, sweet, but there's almost something hostile about this encounter. Like you have no choice but to let him occupy every single one of your senses. You stare up at him, a matching smile sweeping over your lips before you can think better of it.

That's when you notice the scarf he's wearing and its frizzled ends. It's yours. You know it is.

Did he not give it back to you after one of your nights out together on the stands? After you had flown on your brooms, so close to the sea of stars that you could've dipped your fingertips in them? You could almost hear the echoes of your windblown laughters as the memory pushes itself into the foreground of your mind.

James is sitting still, rosy-cheeked, watching you with curious eyes while you babble on about the Leo constellation. He had just told you that you could do whatever you want to him—another quite maddening thing to casually say to someone—and now he's apparently keen on staying true to his word by letting you wrap your scarf around his neck.

It took some convincing before he'd finally accepted it from you. You promised that you wouldn't be cold with your high collared sweater, but James only gave in when you had accepted his wool hat in exchange.

He had carefully put it on you, smoothing down your hair and pulling out some loose strands to frame your face, mumbling something about how much lovelier his hat looked on you than on him. You told yourself that he surely must've known what it did to you when his knuckles brushed your cheeks. Right? Surely.

James pokes your side, chuckling, as if he sensed that your mind was drifting elsewhere. He cracks another joke, saying that if you were the one to teach him Astronomy, he might actually pay attention in class. He says it like it's a deal and you feel inclined to do whatever it takes to hold up your side of the bargain.

You laugh helplessly, feeling drunk on a little bit of everything; the stars above, James' gentle laughter, the familiar smell of broom wax and crisp winter air. This must be cosmic love, you think to yourself. Your breath clouds in front of you, becoming one with his. All the while, you're too aware of James' shoulder bumping into you, his leg pressed against yours. There's no one out here but you two.

You have all the room in the world, but James chose to sit this close to you. Probably close enough for him to hear your heart pounding. Did he do it for a reason? You'd love to know.

"You don't need me to pay attention in Astronomy," you find yourself saying in response, something daring laced in the drawl of your voice. His eyes flash, bright and a bit wild. It's the same look he gets after you challenge him to a race on your brooms. His grin grows wide, carefree, and oh so lovely.

"Please." His face comes impossibly closer and you lean in without another thought, eager to take whatever it is James will give you. You feel his breath on your lips.

"I will always need you, Y/N."

Somehow he makes it sound genuine.

Then he winks and leaves you a horrid, forsaken mess. Somehow he makes that feel like a nice gesture too.

Incredulously, you stare at him as he leans back, elbows resting on the seats behind him. James Potter, you think weakly, what are you doing to me? Not for the first time you ponder what you would do if you can't have him. You almost double over from the striking pain in your chest.

Then he points out another constellation and you nearly forget all about yourself. He's good at that. Never ceasing to show you that the world is bigger than the two of you. Making you forget and remember that you might be in love. Because what if you were in love?

James cups the back of his neck, then points towards the door of the library, almost shyly letting you know that he's leaving. You nod slowly, still dazed. A small smile crosses his lips before you watch him round the corner, his back disappearing from your sight.

You blink, letting out a ragged breath. You feel like you got the wind knocked out of you. Like you just lost your twin. Someone who knows you like no one else ever will. Someone who might just be your better half. Someone who sometimes makes you feel like they want nothing to do with you.

It's ridiculous, you think bleakly to yourself, you're so down bad.

And James Potter makes it feel like a curse and a blessing.

[pitchsidestories]

lost and found II Georgia Stanway x Reader

masterlist I word count: 2044

a/n: based off this request.

“G will love your surprise visit to the England camp.”, Keira Walsh exclaimed happily. Surprised Lucy Bronze lifted an eyebrow:” Wait a second, you really didn’t tell her about it.”

Amused by the reactions of your Barcelona teammates you answered:” Not a word, otherwise it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore, right Lucia?”

“Okay, smartass. Just wanted to know if you dropped some hints.”, the defender replied. You smiled at her in amusement: “No lo hice.”

After you realized she didn’t understand what you were saying to her, you added in a teasingly tone: “I see Ona has been lacking in her Spanish lessons with you.”

“Shut up”, the older woman groaned. Clearing her throat Keira drew back the attention to her:” Girls be quiet the other lionesses are arriving.”  

For a moment you three stopped talking and were closing your eyes enjoying the warmth of the Sun which shone down on Marbella.

You were filled with excitement as the arrival of the rest of the English players meant that you were one step closer of seeing your girlfriend which you hadn’t for quite some time due to both of your busy schedules.

“Hi Kei, missed ya.”, Georgia Stanway chirmed while hugging one of her closest friends. Equally delighted Keira greeted the Bayern Munich player:” Hi G.” “How are you?”, the younger midfielder asked.

Beaming the Barcelona footballer told her:” Great, how are you.” Proudly Georgia nodded: “I’m alright, we’re still leading in the Frauen Bundesliga-“, when your girlfriend paused taking in your sight. She gasped out loud: ”Oh my god!”  

“Oh, look at G, she’s getting all flustered!”, Chloe Kelly grinned. Giggling Alessia Russo observed: ”She’s turning all red.” “Like a little tomato.”, Ella Toone remarked laughing.

You tried to ignore their remarks and went straight to your girlfriend pulling her into a hug:”Hello, mi amor.” “What are you doing here?”, Georgia wanted to know.

A crooked smile was on your lips:” I wanted to surprise you.” “Well, you just did that.”, the midfielder muttered, while her arms were still embracing you, as she wasn’t ready to let you go yet.

In awe Alex Greenwood hummed:” Just look at Georgia. She obviously missed her little Spanish girlfriend.” “Adorable.”, Lucy playfully rolled her eyes.

The red cheeks on your girlfriend intensified because of her teammates comments so you suggested in a low voice:” Want to go somewhere more private, Georgia?”

“Yes, follow me.”, she sighed relived. Georgia really loved the English player, but she couldn’t let the chance slip away to have a quiet moment between only the two of you.

Winking Keira shouted after you both:” See you later, lovebirds.”

“Ugh, Kei.”, Georgia groaned, her cheeks turning pink. You chuckled and put a hand on your girlfriends back; “Ignore her.” “I always do.”, she smiled back at you. “Good.”

“Let‘s go.”, she continued to lead you away from her teammates. You patiently followed; “Please.” Georgia opened the door to her hotel room and let you walk in first.

You took in the plain but chic room. A large, soft looking bed occupied most of the space. With a long sigh, you let yourself fall onto it and kicked off your shoes. Your girlfriend climbed next to you on the bed, watching you attentively.

“You‘re probably asking yourself why I‘m not back with the spanish team…”, you said into the silence. Georgias eyes widened, giving away that you were right with your assumption. “I am.”, she admitted.

You nodded wearily and explained; “The changes are not enough. The former co-coach is now our head coach… Mapi and the others including me want them to do better.” “Oh.”

“Yeah.”, you replied, a silent understanding between the two of you. Your girlfriend shook her head in confusion; “I really thought things would get better after they dropped Vilda.” “Me too.”, you agreed cooly.

Carefully, Georgia pushed the hair out of your face; “I‘m sorry.” “Not your fault, Gee.” “Still. I know you‘d want to play for your country.” You shrugged casually; “It is what it is.”

Something on your girlfriends upper arm caught your attention, letting you forget the previous topic; “Wait, is this a new tattoo?” “Uhm…” “Let me take a look at it!” You grabbed her wrist and turned her arm towards you. Sighing, the midfielder gave in; “Fine.”

“Wait, is this…? Georgia, you’re insane!”, you exclaimed, staring at your own initial under your girlfriends skin. She winked at you; “Or am I a genius?”

“Guess your lionesses teammates will judge about it later.”, you laughed, still in slight disbelief. “I‘m okay with that.” “Yes, you can handle them.” “I can.”, she assured you with a grin.

Out of words for how grateful you were to have Georgia in your life, you leaned forward and kissed her passionately. She returned the kiss impatiently.

“Jesus! Glad I didn‘t come later! Time for dinner, you two.”, Keiras voice exclaimed. You drove apart immediately, staring at the midfielder who leaned in the doorframe and grimaced.

“Kei!”, Georgia shrieked. You threw a pillow in her general direction; “Get out!” She moved out of the way, the pillow hitting the wall next to her; “Come on, girls.”

After another glare from her teammate, she finally closed the door again. Georgia laughed incrediously; “Why is she like that?”

“She loves to catch us off guard I just know it!”, you fondly rolled your eyes. “I guess we have to go know.”, your girlfriend announced, still out of breath from kissing and laughing while getting up from the bed.

With a loud sigh you got up with her:” Yeah, we do.” “Come on then.”, with a cheeky grin your girlfriend took your hand pulling you into the direction of the place where her teammates were having dinner. Smiling you whispered into her ear:” I’ll follow you.”

Once you sat down with the rest of the lionesses Lucy curiously looked at the Bayern Munich player:”Gee, did you told y/n the story of your football boots, already?” “Football boots?”, you repeated puzzled.

Slightly embarrassed Georgia explained:” I had them in my big suitcase which got lost.” “Your suitcase got lost?!”, you asked her concerned.  

Enjoying the sheepishness in the voice of her best friend Keira added:” And she was too scared to tell that Sarina, so..” “So?”, you urged her to continue to speak about it.

Your girlfriend stared annoyed at the Barcelona midfielder:” It’s fine now. I got my stuff back.” “That’s good.”, you told her relieved.

Back to her confident self Georgia said: “I trained with shoes from a U23 player for the first two days.” “You did? Nice of the fellow baller.”, amused you lifted up an eyebrow.

Giggling she admitted: “She was the only one with the same size.” “Lucky girl.”, you hummed, your lips only millimetres away from brushing against eachother.

Clearing her throat Keira interrupted the kiss before it could have happened, begging:” We’re eating now, please don’t kiss again.” “Don’t be a baby, Kei.”, Georgia told the only slightly older woman, sticking her tongue out into her direction. 

You couldn’t help but to remind your teammate from Barcelona:” Laura and you are so much worse and don’t even get me started on Lucy and Ona.”  “What do I have to do with that now? I don’t care if you make out here or not?”, the defender protested.

Happily, Georgia responded:” Thanks for understanding this Lucy. Munich and Barcelona are just so far away.” “True.”, you mumbled biting your lips to hold back all the emotions coming to the surface you were feeling because of your long-distance relationship.

Frustrated Keira pointed out:  “So are Barcelona and Rome.”  “No, the distance between the two cities is less.”, your girlfriend countered.  Pouting her friend defended herself: “It’s still shitty for a relationship.” “It’s.”, Georgia admitted.

Helplessly Lucy groaned hiding the face in her hands: “Can you stop fighting about who has the worst long-distance relationship? I’m trying to eat.” “Sorry, Lucia.”, you apologized with a crooked smile. The older woman looked up to you:”I hope you’re.”

“Love, want to share a dessert?”, Georgia chirmed.  Delighted by her question you swiftly replied: “Sure.” “Perfect.”, she beamed at you.

“Disgustingly cute.”, Keira reacted with gagging noises in the background. Immediately Lucy was calling her out:” Keira!” “What? It’s true.”, she protested.

You were ignoring the two as you and your girlfriend were too focused on the dessert in front of you. With closed eyes you confirmed:” It’s delicious.” “Agreed.”, Georgia said cheerfully.

Keira watched you attentively; “Will you watch the game against Austria?“ “Of course. Can’t miss out on it.“, you replied around a mouthful of your dessert. Georgia winked at you; “You shouldn’t.“ “I’ll wear your jersey.“, you promised your girlfriend with a laugh.

She raised her eyebrows; “You’ll?“ You grinned back at her; “Yes. Why not? Can’t go with my Spanish one.“ “No, better not. I don’t think the girls would like to see that.“, Georgia shook her head. With a wink, you gave your girlfriend a sympathetic look; “Brings back sad times. I can’t do that.“

“Please don’t.“ “I won’t.“, you promised, amused. “Thanks. I’m sure we can get you a shirt.“, the midfielder thought out loud. “Thank you.“ Georgia quickly kissed you on the cheek; “You’re welcome.“

Englands friendly against Austria was about to start when a familar voice called your name.

“Stanway looks good on you.“, Leah Williamson smirked as she took the seat next to you. “Lee, hi.“, you greeted her, a big smile on your face. “Hi.“ You pointed down towards the pitch; “Gee’s a captain tonight.“

“Happy that she gets to be captain for a bit too.“, Leah replied, clearly torn between being excited for her friend and her own frustration of missing out on the camp.

Gently, you put a hand on the defenders arm; “She was so excited to play with you again.“ “Me too, trust me. But I’ll be back for the next camp. I can’t wait to wear that jersey again.“, she said, a defiant sparkle in her eyes.

“And then it’s the three best friends and Lucy again.“ Leahs mood seemed to get better at the thought; “Lucy will hate that.“ “Yes, but she secretly loves it.“, you joined her laugh. “I’m sure she does.“

When the match ended with a clear win for England, you impatiently looked at the Arsenal defender; “Want to say hi to the girls?“ “Sure.“, Leah agreed and followed you.

Georgia was flanked by her Austrian Bayern Munich teammates Sarah Zadrazil and Katharina Naschenweng when you entered the pitch.

“Your girlfriend is here too, Georgia?“, Sarah asked. With a proud nod, Georgia replied; “She’s.“ “Hello, Kathi and Sarah.“, you smiled as you approached the trio.

“Hi y/n.“, they said in unison. “Great to see you two again. Did G tell you about her new tattoo yet?“ Georgias cheeks turned pink while Kathi nodded with a grin; “Yes, she did.“

“What is it?“, Lucy joined the group, bumping her shoulder against yours. “Girls, stop it. You weren’t that excited for my other tattoos.“, your girlfriend laughed, a bit of defensiveness in her voice.

Ella Toone grabbed her arm, turning it so the new tattoo was visible. Excitedly she yelled; “Georgia Marie Stanway, the woman that you are!“

“What? Let me see!“, Alessia Russo pushed her best friend aside to have a look as well. Georgias face turned even more red; “It’s just the first letter of her name.“

“That’s so romantic.“, Alessia cooed. Keira rolled her eyes; “No, it’s stupid.“ “Shut up, Kei!“, you and your girlfriend called at the same time.

Leah pulled your Barcelona teammate in a hug; “Come here, Kei.“ “G, Lucy and y/n need to join too.“, she demanded, her cheek against Leahs shoulder.

Sighing, you wrapped your arms around the two of them; “Come here, you big baby.“ Georgia immediately followed suit and joined the group hug. “

Ugh, not a hug.“, Lucy grimaced disgusted. Leah gave her an unimpressed look; “Don’t be a bitch, Lucy.“

“It’s okay, that’s just how she is.“, your girlfriend laughed, grabbing Lucys arm and pulling her into the direction of the growing group of football players.

Reluctantly, she finally gave in. You smiled to yourself. There was no place you would rather be right now.

[wolfstardaughter-jj]

DENSE

Summary: Yule Ball is right around the corner and you still haven't found a date. Or at least decided on asking someone as a date. But your heart is set on a certain redhead who just isn't taking a hint and is as dense as a rock.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Song: Must be Love by Laufey

Warning: fluff, anxiety rant (reader stressed with school)

Word count: 4.8k+

A/n: honestly I started this around February this year and forgot about it... yeah that bad. I wanted to get it out of my system since it's been there for a while. This was actually meant to be part of my serendipity book but i still havent written the other chapters but I really like this chapter. Either way I hope you lovelies will enjoy it, Happy holidays<3333

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Everyone was ecstatic from the announcement of the Yule ball. It was the first ever dance they were to have at the school and everyone was already starting off their plans on what to wear and who to go with. With the Triwizard tournament at hand, you were glad there was something to take your mind off the stress.

Training and helping Harry through all of the practices were starting to wear you out.

At the moment, all of you were in the Great hall simply studying. You were nearly done with your assessment when from the corner of your eye, you spot Fred throwing a piece of paper towards his younger brother.

Ron raised his head up in annoyance, wondering why his brother would want to disturb him. He opened the ball of crumpled paper and read the words "you better get a move on or else there won't be any girl to ask to be your date." Or something like that, he only skimmed through it.

Ron gave Fred an annoyed stare, "Who are you going to the Yule ball with then?"

Fred crossed his arms and sent Ron a smirk, "Well, I still have to ask them. I’m thinking on doing it really soon,"

Your ears prick up at his words. He's planning on asking someone else to the ball? Of course he'd be going with someone but you had always hoped it would be you.

Your heart sank at the mere thought he was going to ask someone else to the Yule ball.

Ron looked surprised, he thought that Fred had already asked you but he was wrong. He looked towards you, seeing you leaned over your assessment, looking like you didn't care to pay mind to what he and Fred were talking about. But in truth, you did care, you cared a whole lot.

"How about you Y/n? Who are you going with? Lots of guys have been asking you lately, it shouldn't be too hard to choose one." Ron asked, not knowing that this was sparking a little jealousy in Fred.

You looked up from your paper and looked at Ron. You saw the worried glances Harry and Hermione were sending your way.

"I won't tell you cause it's a surprise." You whispered back with a wink before looking back down on your activity.

Fred tensed up at your words, it sounds like you already accepted to be someone’s date. He didn't want to pry on who it was in case he might get his heart even more broken, but of course, curiosity got the best of him.

"Really? Why am I only hearing of this now?" Fred asked.

"Well technically they haven't asked me yet so I'm going to ask them instead." You replied courtly.

Fred seemed perplexed. They haven't asked her to the ball yet? What an idiot. Oh god wait, is she planning on asking that Beauxbatons girl? No she wouldn't, she would have told me.

"...so who's the lucky girl- or guy?" Fred stumbled on his words as he leaned in. He really wanted to know who it was, even if it was at the expense of his own feelings.

You look at him with a grin, trying to mask the slight nervous breakdown you were having within. It was ironic that he was asking about this especially since it was him you were talking about.

"I'm not telling you who it is, Freddie. Like I said, it's a surprise." You state as you finish up your assessment.

"Oh come on, you don't need to tell me their name. Maybe give me some clues? Like which school they're going to-"

You narrowed your eyes at him, knowing how stubborn he was going to be about this. "Well that would just narrow down your possible choices."

He started shaking your arm like a child asking their parents for a sweet in a sweet shop. "Come on, just tell me."

You shook your head and laughed at his dramatics. "Fred, you should finish up your activity."

"Hey, don't change the subject." Fred pointed out.

"You're not gonna do it till I tell you, huh?" You said with an unimpressed stare.

"Nope. Now can you at least tell me one thing?" He urged on.

You let out a sigh as you went deep in thought. Do you really want to help him in finding out who it is or leave him to his madness. You decided on the first choice. It wasn't like he was gonna figure out it's him.

"They're studying here at hogwarts."

"...Yeah, that totally narrows down the choices." Fred sighed. "Which house are they in?"

You chuckled, "like I'd tell you that. That would make it too obvious."

Hermione laughed from the other side. "Y/n, even if you say what house they're in, I don't think they'll be able to figure out who it is."

You thought about it for a second and realized she had a point. "Huh, you're right." You agreed with a chuckle.

"What's that supposed to mea- you know what, I don't wanna know. What I do wanna know is, who this person is." Fred was adamant at finding out who the mystery person was, and it was starting to make you nervous that he might actually figure it out.

He sat up once he found an alternative solution to his predicament. "Oh, I know, I'll name a bunch of people, and you tell me if they're the person. Okay?"

"What if I lied and said no even if they were the person I was going to ask to the ball?" You smirked, which was only returned with an unimpressed glare.

Fred was about to say something but decided against it. "I'll just do it anyways… is it Diggery."

You shook your head a no.

"Draco?"

You cringed at the thought, no offense to Draco. Besides you knew he had his eyes in a certain Gryffindor. "Godric no, he's already planning on going with someone else."

Both Harry"s and Fred's eyes seemed to widened at the statement, Harry seemed even more surprised.

They both yelled out in unison, "He is?!”

Snape went in to scold the two for their outburst. Removing 5 house points from each of them. Causing the surrounding students to send their glares towards the two.

“Yes he is! Now hush the both of you!” You scolded as you continued with your work.

“Right, I shouldn't get distracted… How about that Freya girl?" He spoke her name in doubt, scared that he might be right.

You chuckled at the mention of her name, "No, she's going with her girlfriend."

Fred's heart settled at the realization, abit shocked by the new information but he was delighted to have that thought settled in his mind. That means you weren't going to act on your childhood crush. But then the thought entered his mind that it meant you were planning on going with someone else, someone he wasn't aware of.

"How about… Neville?"

"Already going with someone."

"Dean?"

"He plans on asking someone else."

"Zabini?"

"Nice guy but no."

"Nott?"

"He's going stagg."

"I don't know why I'm even asking this but, how about Lee?"

You immediately shook your head a no.

Lee perked up from his seat at the mention of his name. "Huh? I heard my name, what's going on."

George leaned over and told Lee about the situation.

"Ohhh, I see." Lee chuckled, "this is going to be fun." He whispered back.

"Godric...well uh, is it Louis?" Fred guessed. At this point he didn't know who else could be the possible match.

"No. He is a good option but no." You simpered on, wondering where this conversation was going to take you.

"I give up on doing this, just answer my questions." Fred continued. "Do you talk to them everyday?"

The question seemed vague enough for him to not know who so it didn't hurt to answer him. “Yes,”

Fred went deep in thought, why did he even choose this question? "Who would you be talking to that I wouldn't know about...

You all chuckled to hear his words, he may seemed to be really observant when it came to you but completely oblivious at the same time.

"Oh wow Fred, you take note of who y/n talks to everyday?" George teased, though Fred didn't really see it that way.

"So what? I'm with her almost all the time, I would know who she'd be talking to." Fred explained.

"You aren't with her all the time. What about during class hours?" Hermione stated.

Fred looked dumbfounded, he didn't think of that.

Harry leaned over to you, making sure no one else heard him other than you, "I wonder how long it's going to take for him to realize it's him."

"Give it 2-3 business days." You replied with a chuckle.

Fred turned back to you with another question in mind. "What does their name start with?"

You shook your head with a chuckle. "I'm not going to answer that."

"Ugh, fine. Are they taller than you?"

You laughed at his question, "Yes." By a lot.

"That question doesn't even help. Lots of people are taller than Y/n." Harry commented earning a smack on the head from you. You caught Fred laugh at his joke which you used to your advantage.

You gasped and feigned an insulted look, "Okay, ouch. I was just thinking about telling you who it was but I changed my mind." You scooted away, with a false pout.

Fred laughed, trying to pull you back to him by pulling you by the waist. "I'm only joking, love."

You replied with an eye roll, trying to conceal the grin that slowly crept onto your lips.

You began packing your things before facing Fred again, "Seeing as you're not doing the activity, I'm going to go and spend the rest of the period outside."

“Oh come on, tell me who it is.” Fred stated with a pout as he theld onto your hand to keep you from leaving.

“Like I said before, no.” You replied with a teasing grin before grabbing the rest of your things.

You stood up from your seat and handed in your paper to Snape. He seemed to have been listening in on your conversation. He seemed to find your conversation quite amusing.

"If that Weasley boy doesn't ask you soon, I think it's better you accept Diggery's offer." He suggested in his usual monotone voice but there was this spark of interest in his eyes on the topic which surprised you.

“Professor Snape!” You laughed, surprised by this side of your professor.

“I'm just saying,” He simply shrugged before walking off with your work.

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The following day was hectic, more so than usual.

Most of the classes were finishing up their lessons so that during the holiday break you'd all be free from the burdens of school work. But it didnt help when they just piled more school work over the other to cram everything in one go.

Things seemed worse for you since you had decided to take up more classes this year. Not just that, but you somehow tangled yourself into becoming a some sort of charm fixer for the younger years whenever they'd mess up a spell.

And because Harry got himself stuck with being a triwizard champion for Hogwarts. You had to help him with spells and charms just so he could survive the challenges. You wouldn't be able to to live with yourself if anything were to happen to him under your watch.

As the holiday's were approaching, the only decent things about your schedule was the dance classes in between subjects. You had already learned how to waltz when you were a girl. Your parents weren't ones to host glamorous balls but your grandparents were. You had fond memories of your dance classes during your summers spent abroad. Twirling endlessly in studios till your head wouldn't stop spinning.

McGonagall appeared at the front of the hall and cleared her throat to call the attention of the crowd. "find your partners everyone, we will begin shortly."

Everyone began scattering across the room searching for their partners. You had the tendency to switch partners every now and then since the boys kept asking if you could show them the steps to the dance. You didn't mind, even if it meant getting your toes stepped on every now and again.

As you looked across the room, you wondered who you would be dancing with this time. Your own question was answered when your hand was suddenly grabbed and you were twirled around to be flush against someone's chest.

"Freddie!" You laughed, the wind was nearly knocked out of you from the sudden turn.

"You don't mind having this dance with me, do you love?" He asked with a tilt of his head.

You shook your head with a grin, "No, I don't mind at all."

Your hands were intertwined as your other hand rested on his shoulder and his hand grasped your waist. There was no tense atmosphere compared to the other boys who always seem to stray away from their confident selves when around you. But not Fred, no. He was always his true self around you.

The music began playing and echoed through the hall. Light footsteps pattered across the floor as people tried to find their footing. Some seemed to struggle more than others but that wasn't the case for you and Fred.

The two of you danced across the floor in sync. The two of you paid little mind to everything around you as you both were lost in your own world. Like your heart harmonised with the beat of his heart and that was the only rhythm you guys needed to dance.

"You've improved since the last time we've danced." You teased as you continued your steps.

Fred rolled his eyes at the memory of his poor attempt at trying to dance the waltz with you during one of your grandparents balls. He didn't exactly want to be there in the first place let alone dance a waltz he's never learned. But he didn't want to leave you there alone either. You wanted to dance, so he danced with you.

"Careful, I might step on one of your toes again." He taunted as he went along with your teasing.

You shook your head with a laugh. You had hoped that he would be your date for the ball. When he accompanied you to your grandparents' ball, it was like something out of a fairy tale. Though he stepped on your toes once or twice, it was all worth it. Especially when around the end, the two of you were left alone out in the gardens to stargaze the rest of the night.

Maybe, just maybe he would ask you to the ball.

Fred knew from your silence, you were stuck in thought. "You're still not going to tell me who it is?"

Your eyes snapped back to him, "Who?"

"The one you're taking to the ball." He replied almost in a whisper. At this point he wondered if he should still be asking about who it is. Is he really going to subject himself to this hurt?

Your eyes softened at his question. "Freddie..." you could tell him the truth. You could tell him that the guy you most desperately want to go to the ball with was him. But you were too scared to do so. Godric forbid you had any bravery left in you to tell him your true feelings.

You could casually ask him to the ball. Make nothing of it. To go as friends. But something in your gut told you that if you went together, things would be different. Things were different.

You weren't just little kids anymore. You were both at that stage in your life where love and relationships were the main focus of everyone's lives. If you screw up things with Fred, you'd probably spiral into a mess.

"You don't have to tell me. Just make sure to save me a dance, alright?" You could feel the defeat sink into his voice. But before you could do anything about it you were pulled away by another person to continue the waltz.

You caught a glimpse of Fred and you could feel your heart start breaking. You wanted to tell Fred but was it really worth the cost?

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It had been two days since Fred had questioned you about the mystery guy and you thought he just dropped the topic and forgot, but you were wrong.

Truth was, it was all he could think about. He didn't even try to ask you to go with him to the ball that day because he was scared he was going to get shot down.

And if you were being honest, he was all you could think about too. Not just on the fact that he was so adamant at knowing who the mystery person was, but also because he too had someone on his mind on who to ask for the ball.

If there was already someone he planned on asking, why even bother asking him to be your date to the ball? You felt hopeless and most of all, stupid for ever thinking you had a chance at asking Fred to the ball.

These thoughts consumed you to the point you didn't even want to try to sleep anymore. You just laid there on your bed, staring at the ceiling. Eventually you got hungry and tired of your own thoughts.

You got up from your bed and slowly crept away from the girl's dormitory, being careful not to wake anyone up, especially Stark. Godric knows how grumpy that cat gets when he gets woken up. You didn't currently have the map with you since it was with Harry but you didn't mind. You've basically engraved the school's layout in your mind.

You eventually reached the portrait and got out. It wasn't totally pitch black but it would help to have a little light help guide your way.

As you walked through the empty hallways, you couldn't help but think about all the things that were troubling you these last few days. I guess lots of things have been bothering you lately. You didn't exactly know where to start.

The thought that Harry was constantly being placed out into the line of danger and you not being able to help him is killing you. You have always been there to protect him and help him out but with the stupid Triwizard tournament rules getting in your way, you can't do anything about it.

Your stroll eventually led up to the kitchens, quickly grabbing a few snacks and bidding daisy and the other elves goodbye before going around the castle again. You missed these peaceful silences.

In all honesty you were suffocating from all of the school work and activities brought by the Triwizard tournament. You may not have been part of them but your professors seemed to have the impression that you were capable of handling lots of extra school tasks.

Like helping lead the class in dance classes in preparation for the Yule ball since you had experience in ball dancing. Assisting in charms classes in the lower years in your free time. Being a sort of ambassador for the foreign students seeing as you can speak French and russian. As if already having to deal with your normal studies and Quidditch wasn't enough.

You liked that they thought of you as a responsible student but you were juggling so many things that you rarely had the time for anything fun anymore. While your friends were off pranking, you were stuck helping second years undo charms that went wrong. While Kayla, Pansy and Mione were doing their usual "book club" sessions, you were busy helping Harry figure out how to do certain spells.

Your mind was so wrapped up in all your worrying that you didn't even realize that your footsteps led you to Monty. You grinned at the sight of the tree.

"Hello old friend." You greeted as you sat at the root of the tree.

You snacked on your food as you contemplated in silence. Though the tight feeling was still present in your chest, it felt comforting to be in a place that made you feel safe.

You leaned your head back on the tree and looked up at the star covered sky. You missed star-gazing. With all of the chaos, you haven't been able to star-gaze in a while.

Like a gush of fresh air passing you, you knew a presence was nearby. One that you were all too well familiar with.

You turned your head to look at him with a light grin. There he stood in his plaid pajamas and initial sweater.

"How come you always manage to find me?" You asked, tilting your head with a chuckle.

"I should be the one asking why you're always wandering off, in the middle of the night no less." Fred replied as he sat down next to you.

You both sat there quietly; looking up at the stars, mostly lost in thought. That was until Fred decided to break the silence.

"Why are you up so late? I know you don't usually sleep early but even 3 am is a stretch for you.” Fred stated as he pointed at his watch. ”What's on your mind, Carrington?"

A concerned look fell on your face, you didn't realize that much time passed already. You let out a sigh, you knew you were going to end up exhausted the next day.

"Honestly?" You inquired.

Fred nodded at you with sincerity, he had all his attention focused on you.

You sighed and suddenly the words just poured out of you, "it's just… so much is happening and I don't know how to deal with it all. I have to assist the younger years in charms, quidditch training, normal classes, foreign students and- il se passe trop de choses et j'ai l'impression que je vais pleurer et crier mais-" (too much is happening and i feel like I'm going to cry and scream but-). You paused, forgetting that Fred didn't know a lick of French.

"Fuck sorry, I didn't mean to do that." You apologized as you sunk your face into your hands.

"No, no, it's okay. Just keep going. I'll listen, even though I don't understand a single word of french. I'll be here to listen." He replied as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him.

You nodded as you continued on in your rant, the words were all coming out like a broken dam. "It's just that so much is going on and pour l'amour de la merde, you'd think they'd give a 4th year a break. I feel like I'm on the verge of breaking down every minute but I won't let myself go because there's still so much meant to be done."

You haven't really told anyone about how stressed you've been feeling lately and it felt so great to actually tell someone. Fred nodded along as he listened to you. There was this look on his face, as though he hung on every word you said, regardless if it was in a foreign language.

"Oh darling, I'm so sorry you've been doing all that work. They should be paying you at this point. Is there anything I can do to lessen the load?" Fred asked as he brushed and stroked your hair.

You sighed and closed your eyes, "unfortunately, no."

He tilted his head, as if not believing what you said. “Are you absolutely sure? Cause you know me, I can give Minnie and Alby a piece of my mind.”

“Thanks for the offer but I'm sure I can handle it." You leaned your head on his shoulder in defeat.

"I know you can, but it doesn't mean you have to." He replied, rubbing his hand over your arm.

All these years, he's been by your side through it all. Through all the Voldemort nonsense, through the injuries, through the nightmares, everything.

"Freddie." You whispered.

"Yeah, love?" He replied.

"Thank you."

He faced you with this puzzled look, "For what?"

You gave him a simple shrug, thinking the answer was already obvious. "For just being there for me."

Fred's features softener and pulled you in closer to his side. "Anything for you, darling. You know that."

“I do…I hope you know the same applies to you.” You replied as you looked up at him.

“I do.” He nodded as he looked up at the stars. They were incredibly bright tonight, he wondered if you always wandered out here just to look at the stars to clear your head. That would explain why he would always find you here.

“When was the last time we went stargazing together?”

You grinned at the memory, “last summer when we went camping on the reserve.”

“We should do it again.” He replied, his eyes still glued to the stars.

You look at him with a cheek aching smile, “yeah, we should.” He may have meant the stars in the sky, but to you, it meant the freckles that were scattered across his cheeks like constellations. Those were the stars you were willing to spend endless nights studying.

“Can we just look at the stars while they're still out?” He laced his fingers between yours, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

“Okay.” You replied, snuggling yourself closer to Fred to get comfy as you looked up at the sky.

And that's what you both did till dawn came. The sky twisting in colors of peach and purple as the sun slowly rose over the grounds of Hogwarts. It was a quiet morning, and for once your mind was quiet too.

Maybe it had something to do with the boy whose shoulder you were resting your head on or the peaceful ambience the morning brought you. You didn't really care, you were happy and that was it.

You couldn't help but feel a sudden surge of confidence flow through you. It could have been your mind lacking sleep but everything that was holding you back from telling Fred about your feelings just flew out the window.

You wanted to tell him, and you wanted to tell him now.

You sat up and turned to Fred in a rushed motion. Your movements startled the boy but he was left waiting for whatever you were about to do.

“What's wrong, love?” He asked you, surprisingly not as sleepy as you expected him to be.

“Remember what I said about that person I was going to ask to the Yule ball?” You hesitated with your words. You weren't even sure if you were thinking straight. You prayed that whatever words formed in your head would be the right words to say to Fred.

Fred tensed at your words. He nodded slightly, hoping that the next words that would leave your mouth wouldn't hurt too much.

“Well…” You felt your throat go dry but you were already in too deep, you had to commit. “To tell you the truth, they're really really really dense. And honestly I don't even know why they would even want to go with me if the opportunity presented itself but-.”

Fred's forehead creased at your words, who wouldn't want to go with you to the ball? That would be like turning down the chance to enter heaven. “Why'd you think that, love? Anyone lucky enough to even be in your sights should be thanking God or whatever force for putting you on this earth.”

You felt your cheeks go bright red and your heart beat ten times faster. You weren't even sure if you could have controlled it with Fred's words just pouring out of his mouth like they just came to him naturally. He didn't even stop there. Once he started he couldn't stop.

“I mean look at you, I don't think I can think of anyone else in the whole entire world that could even come close to how perfect you are. I mean sure, you're basically a night owl with how little you sleep because you'd rather read than have a decent amount of sleep,”

You laughed at his little comment, shoving him slightly in the shoulder, but that didn't stop him from continuing his rant.

“You literally land in the hospital wing every week or so because you'd rather put yourself in harm's way than others. And you don’t even like sharing your cookies but you still do. You even ask your grandmother to send more cookies just so you can share more of them. All these things I just listed down are just more reasons why you’re perfect- and why I love you.” He let those words slip past his lips so quickly he barely even registered them. By the time he realized what he said he knew he couldn't take them back, nor did he want to.

“And yes, I love you… and not just in a friend way but the “I love you so much that if you're not around I can't breathe and the mere thought that you probably like someone else is killing me”... way.”

You were left speechless. You felt like a complete idiot at that moment. You both were fools from the start. How couldn't you have seen the signs?

He was the only one there for you when no one else was. That time you landed in the hospital wing after a full moon incident from helping your uncle moony, he was the one who stayed by your side all those nights.

When you got a cold after a snowball fight with the Weasley’s over the holidays, Fred visited you nearly everyday at the Manor to check on you before he too caught a cold. Then it was your turn to take care of him.

When you got detention from getting caught for a prank you pulled, Fred got himself detention so you wouldn't be alone.

Fred felt his chest tighten at the silence, you haven't said a thing in the last few seconds and it was terrifying. “I know you probably don't feel the same-”

Finally, you snapped out of your self inflicted scolding and reached over with one hand to keep you up and the other on Fred cheek. “My god you are dense.” with that, your lips crashed into his and suddenly everything fell into place.

All the years of pining. All the endless hours of you avoiding and hiding your feelings when all along, the both of you were just too scared of saying how you felt.

His hand slipped over to your cheek while his other hand gripped your waist. He couldn't even process his thoughts about what was happening. Was this actually real? Was this a dream? Was he even awake?

His thoughts were silenced when you pulled away just slightly to let out a small whisper, something that was meant for him and him alone, “I love you too.”

A grin grew on Fred's lips, going up ear to ear. It felt like hearing your favorite song for the first time. You loved him. He couldn't believe it. Fred pulled you in for another kiss but it was difficult from how he just couldn't stop smiling.

“Really?” He asked, his voice heavy with bliss and giddiness. It was like the whole world just lit up for him. He really couldn't believe it.

You let out a light laugh at the sight, “Yes, really.” Before placing a peck on his lips.

“Are you absolutely sure?” He asked again, this time with a smirk and his usual tone of arrogance. Sure he still couldn't fully wrap his head around the thought that you, the girl of his dreams, actually loved him back. But that still didn't stop him from teasing the living daylights out of you.

You pondered on the question further, knowing how Fred loved to play this game. Your silence only furthered the fun when Fred began to grow impatient. “On second thought…”

Fred let out a chuckle before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you up to his lap, “Nice try love. You've already said the words. You can't take them back.”

You rolled your eyes jokingly before facing him with a cheek aching grin, “oh no, what shall I ever do?” You replied with feigned fear before letting out another laugh.

Fred leaned over to your cheek, his nose barely grazing over the surface of your cheek. “How about I take you to the ball as…your boyfriend?”

You pulled away with a grin, "Are you sure?”

Fred looked off into the distance and tapped his finger over his chin, “Hmmm, you know on second thought-”

You let out a laugh before resting your hands at the back of his neck, “Nuh uh, you already said the words, Freddie. You can't take them back.” You repeated his words back to him with a smirk.

He pulled you in for another kiss to wipe away that smirk. But he then pulled away, just slightly, “You have my heart, love. I don't think I'll be able to take that back either.”

Feeling the blush rush up to your cheeks, you could only hide your flustered state in the crook of his neck. Now it was his turn to smirk.

“Don't get shy on me now, love.” Fred spoke as he hugged you tight. He thought that this was just too good to be true. He thought that maybe if he didn't hold on tight enough, all of this would cease to exist and reveal itself to be a dream.

You lifted your head out of the crook of his neck, only to feel the heat rush back to your cheeks. Seeing as the sun was rising up already, the blush was much more evident on your cheeks.

Fred looked at you with a soft smile, it was finally sinking in. He was finally yours, and you were finally his. And though the two of you may be dense, Godric knows Fred is never going to let you forget he loves you.

"I love you so much."

[theemporium]

here's the second instalment! i know i made the poll but i decided i was doing both options because i am indecisive, and i love max and trouble too much to abandon them

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Max tapped his foot against the wooden floor, his eyes focused on some random poster on the wall of the cramped dental office. 

He didn’t like this. He didn’t like any of this. He didn’t like the idea that he was going to be put under. He didn’t like he wouldn’t be in control of anything for the next few hours. He didn’t like the fact that when he woke up, he would be woozy and unable to control the words that passed his lips. 

He didn’t like the lack of control. 

But the pain had reached a point of unbearable and he knew if he didn’t get this done, his mother would fly over and drag him into the dental practice by his ear—and that was something he certainly didn’t want. He would never live it down if journalists caught pictures of the three time world champion being berated by his mother like a whiny child. 

He hated the fact his stupid wisdom teeth were causing this many problems in the first place.

“Did you know that thirty-five percent of humans are born without wisdom teeth?”

Max’s head turned to look at you, his brows furrowed together. “What?” 

“A third of the human population aren’t born with wisdom teeth,” you repeated as you leaned back in your chair next to him, your knees brushing when you did. “Isn’t that weird?” 

“I would say they are lucky,” he grumbled honestly.

“And in Korea, they call them love teeth,” you continued, ignoring the confused look Max shot you. “Because they start to come through around the age people typically experience their first love.” 

“Does that mean it’s your fault I’m in pain?” Max teased, a hint of a smile on his face for the first time since he woke up that morning.

“Love is pain, baby,” you grinned back at him. “And did you know that the oldest record of wisdom teeth being impacted goes back almost fifteen thousand years ago—”

“What’s with all these fun facts?” Max questioned. 

“It’s what keeps you calm, no?” You said, looking at him with a fond expression he was still learning to not instantly blush over. “You maxsplain all the time and it helps you relax. I thought maybe maxsplaining wisdom teeth would help ease your nerves.” 

“So you learn a load of facts for me?” He asked, a giddy smile fighting its way onto his face.

“I did,” you said as you reached over to gently squeeze his knee. “I know you’re not gonna say it but it’s okay to be nervous. I’ll be waiting for you.” 

He gulped, nodding his head slightly in thanks and you knew better than anyone else that the nod was his own way of thanking you.

…

“Trouble? Is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me, baby,” you grinned as you reached for his outstretched hand, trying not to snicker at the way he cuddled your palm to his chest. “How are you feeling?”

“They drugged me,” he mumbled out, his eyes blinking slowly as he ignored the dentist and nurses in the room and kept his focus on you. “Not the good drugs. The bad ones. I think they are trying to kill me.”

You snorted. “Nobody is gonna kill you while I’m around. Promise.”

“My hero!” He laughed, a little short lived as he seemed to realise the gauze in his mouth. “Baby, I don’t like this candy.”

“It’s not candy,” you said to the boy and watched as he instantly frowned. 

“I want candy,” he huffed out.

“Max—”

“Trouble, they tried to kill me! I’m a hostage!” He said, sounding exasperated and you had to lift your hand to cover your mouth in hopes he didn’t realise you were laughing. “I at least deserve some candy.”

“I’ll get you some on the way home,” you told the boy, unable to even pretend to act annoyed as he cheered in his seat as his head rolled back. 

“See, Janet!” He turned to the nurse who was standing on the other side of his chair and winked with both eyes. “Told you my good looks would work. She gave in.”

Janet laughed, shaking her head. “You were right, sweetie. You’ve got quite the catch there.”

Max sighed dreamily. “She’s the best.”

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[unsuredreamer]

I will always love you

Chloe Charming 💙 x fem! reader

requested! but i changed a bit

i feel like it's kinda shit, but you can let me know whatcha think!

"Look at them honey, they are perfect for each other. Just like us" Charming calmly exhaled. The both of them, along with your parents admiring how you and your best friend of the whole universe danced together. Two 8 year olds just holding hands and spinning around, hugging, trying to make up new steps.

"We can try to this song! My momma and dad always sing it" Little Chloe yelled trying to find the right rythm to their newest invention of a dance.

"What is it, Chlo?" You yelled in excitement still holding her hand. There was a whole party thrown for your birthday but you didn't want to dance with anyone else. This little girl and her blue dress seemed to be enough for you. Not even the biggest cake with lots of frosting would make you as excited as being told you'll see your favorite girl again.

"So it goes like, mhmh-wait I don't remember. Mommy!" She swiftly ran off, you right after her.

"Yes babygirl?"

"Could you sing that one song you sing with daddy? I want to dance with Y/n. You always say it's special, i want to dance with her to it. Make it special too!" The little girl grinned, her storm of blue locks forbidding her from seeing anything, making her throw them to the side every now and then.

"So this is love?" Cinderella hummed, giggling in the process.

"Yes! Yes! That one!"

As Ella continued humming the rest of the parents could not help themselves to not be in awe at the sight before them. You both truly were soulmates, platonic or not, there's no denying it.

-

"Fuck you! Why are you so rude to me?" Chloe yelled

"Well I wouldn't have to be if you weren't a stuck up princess all the god damn time!"

"I am a stuck up princess..?"

"Chloe no I-. Fuck!"

-

"Hey little bluey girl right here, you're looking really good today, wanna hang after school?" The other son of Hook, Thomas, has appeared before your 'friend' holding her chin up with his piece of rusted metal. It was not gold, let's not fool anyone. And it certainly did not pass down on him his fathers charms. Only this horrible accent of his.

What would that douchebag want from her? You thought watching from afar. Your blood boiling hot at the sight. Glaring daggers, you thought of all the ways to kill him. He doesn't seem to want to let go. Hitting on the poor girl since the begging of the year. Despite the desperate attempts of Red trying to scare him off.

"I'm sorry, I'm actually quite busy, I was.." The charming princess stopped and looked at her friend for help.

"Supposed to help me...with something" Red butt in sensing her friends pleads.

"It's alright I can help too, so what are we doing?" The bloke grinned not letting go

"It's girly stuff so we'd rather-"

"Well, I've been round women my whole life babygirl, so i believe i should know a thing or two" His grin getting bigger. What a shithead. Take a hint bro.

"I mean, It's-It will be-I"

"All good blu, I know you want me there" He winked getting closer to her. She was looking rather uncomfortably, slowly backing off. He was atrocious, she would never want to do anything with him. Would she?

Even if she was to be paid for it, she'd never wish to look at him. Chloe's eyes squeezed shut at the growing feeling in her stomach. Her heart beating rapidly in her chest.

"Hey back off bro" You claimed, right on time, pushing him away from almost kissing the princess of Cinderellasburg. Standing in between him and the girl he was basically harassing. You felt her hand find it's way to yours, squeezing it tightly. Her breath shaky on your neck, you felt the anger burst out of you like a volcano.

"Becauseee what?" He smirked, coming even closer "I'm just trying to flirt with my girl here" His eyes wandered around your body settling on Chloe's, her hand squeezing yours even tighter. As much as if cutting the blood flow from your limb was intentional.

"She's my girlfriend, so you better back off little shrimp before I gut you out just like my father did yours" You threatened, showing him your sharp canines in a fearful smile. They were all that was left after this little bibbidi bobbidy boo the young fairy godmother accidentally performed on you when you went back in time with the girls. She was not the brightest fairy back then let's say.

-

"Bibbidi bobbidy boo! OH! I'm so sorry!" Fay yelled "I'm gonna fix this, I'm gonna fix this!"

"Don't! You've done too much, leave it" You growled looking at yourself, full of fur with sharp claws sticking out.

"You look rather cute as a wolf!" Bridget butt in, smiling from ear to ear. Petting your back.

"Shut up!" You yelled, shrugging her hand off "I'm a beast not a wolf"

"Yeah yeah, whatever you say man" Ella snarled "I mean girl, sorry"

"Yeah, fuck off" You stormed out of the building glaring at anyone you saw on your way, your dear friend running after you. She wanted to help you, tell you you were not bad, and actually kind of nice looking as a beast. Maybe even give you a few belly rubs to make you finally smile " Go away Chloe"

"But Y/n, you-"

" I said go away!" You roared, scaring the poor girl. You did not want her to look at you in that state. You were a monster.

-

"Geez, you're crazy. But don't worry I won't take your owner, dog" Thomas laughed after his annoying bark walking away.

"Fucking dumbass" Red snickered under her breath, raising her eyebrow

"Thank you Y/n, really" Chloe smiled warmly

"All good" You just muttered coldly. Usually you'd be more harsh to the Charming princess, to Red, your brother, basically everyone. But you felt the anger slowly falter.

You began to act like that around your fourteenth birthday. Something happened to ypu and you hadn't quite known yourelf what happened. To make you feel so much anger. To make you act so heartless, cold, to be so harsh and truthful to the point it hurts others. It was like a switch in you, being played with for months and left on the side that made everything turn dark. Deep down you dont want to be that way, you know it. But it's like a shell has began to form around your heart, your skin getting ten times thicker forbidding your true character out int the broad daylight.

Were you cursed?

You did not want to be that way with Chloe, she was the dearest to you. But you've already hurt her so much. It made your heavy with guilt heart ache.

Why couldn't you look in her eyes? They were the most beautiful eyes you've ever looked into. But somehow you were too ashamed to look at her, to even glance.

She was pretty, too pretty for you.

too good for you.

As she looked at you with that kind look in her eyes, you could not fathom how was she even able to talk to you still. Be so nice, after you literally abandoned her. It was never your intention to let go of this beautiful soul, but something pulled the strings on you. Making you not be yourself. You hated that. You hated yourself.

-

"i hate what you've become, I miss the way we laughed together, and how you held me. Everything we've done"

"Okay" I miss you more Chloe.

"Come back to me please, break out of this Y/n. I'm waiting. I'm always gonna want you back"

-

Days have passed, you two faking being a couple for the sake of Thomas leaving Chloe alone. The whole school whispering about this unusual romance.

Her hand found yours in the middle of the corridor upon all of these eyes looking at you. You felt awkward. It was truly awkward as she whispered to you.

"Y/n, act normally. I can feel your hand sweat soaking mine"

Slamming her back on the lockers you couldn't help but almost graze her lips "Then let go of my hand and just kiss me, we'll be done with that whole show" You blurted out, not realizing what have you just said.

"Are you insane?" That was exactly what she wanted.

" I think i might be...about you" you muttered the last part under your breath.

"They are so gonna talk about it" The blue haired princess breathed, her cheeks turning deep red.

"Well, that's why we're doing this right?"

-

And yet another argument burst out between you two.

How could someone be so stupidly, obviously in love with each other and argue on top of that? Whilst also being in a relationship? Fake, yes, but still.

You have to make up eventually though, right? You need to.

"Chloe.." You blurted out.

"Yes?" She answered with hope in her eyes, she was tired of this too. She missed you like hell and the worst part is, she didn't even know why you acted this way. You just stopped talking to her, stopped hanging out, became more distant and kind of floated away. She tried to bring you back a few times, but no luck. As if something was holding you hostage.

Oh how you loved her hopeful eyes. Always cheery, always positive. She was like a beam of sunlight on a dark day. A singular ray lightning up the whole world for you. You loved dark days but she was much better than that. Much better than anything and anyone you've ever loved.

So why couldn't you say it to her? scream at the top of your lungs how much you love her.

"Do you want to go out with me? After classes, go for a little walk?" You asked unsurely, would she want to? After all you've put her through? And now, faking being her lover? That's like an arow straight through the heart. Injesting itself like a poison flowing in her veins.

"Sure" she gave you a small nod. Just a small nod.

That way, you spent all of your remaining classes rethinking all the bad things you've said to her. All the mean things you've done. And how you could make the plane turn right around. How you could show her you're sorry. Apologize. But your mouth was doing something completely different than your soul wished to come out.

"You know it's really annoying, knowing you can't stick up for yourself. Like a child."

Chloe tried to stay calm, walking by your side when you broke the awkward silence, but she could not let go of these growing feelings, buzzing in her head with every second her hand grazed yours as you spat those harsh words at her. Is she annoying? Is that what you imply? Suddenly she burst out as she couldn't contain herself anymore,

"Tell me! Tell me what did i do wrong?! I can't believe you've been this icy, son of a bitch to me for the past, what, two years?! It's like we've never been best friends. You know how bad it hurt me? Having you be so cold to me after all those years spent everyday together? You were the closest person to my heart and you walked away from it. I cried nights colliding with your freezing stare after tasting the previous sun coming out of you. You were like swording to me, and now i don't even enjoy that! Everything I do reminds me of all the things we have done together. The simplest walks and these hard quests our dad's used to prepare for us just to get us out of the castle. Coming home just to eat a nice sandwich from my momma, split in half, the other for you. Never have I ever eaten the other half, even after you stopped coming to hang-out. The gut wrenching, sickening feeling in my stomach forbid me from eating for days. Even Chad has been asking for you, yes, this annoying little prince whos been bugging us everyday, missed you too. You turned away from me, why from me Y/n? You were everything i had. And you took it away" Chloe spat out the last sentence, giving you one last look before turning away and running till her legs gave up. Not giving you a chance to reedem yourself. Collapsing on the ground crying her heart out.

It was broken. It was broken by you. But she wanted you to be the person to piece it back together. She's been hurt by you but she wanted nothing more than to feel your comfort. You were the bad person, but how wrong of her was to want only you in her life? To feel your love? To feel your touch?

"Hey boo, what's wrong?" Red whispered into Chloes hair after dropping on the floor right beside her. Clinging hard onto her knight, so the blue would feel that support. She didn't know if that was right but thats what she heard is supposedto help.

"Y/n.." Was all that the Wonderlandian could make up from Charming's sobs.

She knew the situation between you two was tense hence all she did was just be there for her friend. Holding her, listening to her on and on rambles, how you're the worst, but also the best. It confused her, how this many feelings could be stored in such a small body.

"And it's so frustrating! Infuriating!" Chloe yelled pacing around the room, throwing her hands in every direction. Her emotions changing 10 times in the span of minutes. If Red didn't take her sword that would be the thing she'd be gesturing with.

"Yea-"

"She says one thing then all of a sudden she's got me spinning, clasped in her touch. Messing with my head like I'm some kind of a toy?" she was irritated, confused, sad. "You know what? I'm gonna go and sp-"

"No, no, Chloe, chill out first" Red tried to calm her but her friend was already at the door, swinging it open revealing someone standing in the frame.

"Um-Chlo?" She froze in place.

"Y/n"

"I was about to knock, i promise i did not eavesdrop" You offered a small smile.

"Good. What are you here for?" Her harsh tone made you wince

"Can we talk alone?" You asked looking briefly at the princess of Wonderland. She just nodded her head walking swiftly out of the room. "Listen Chloe. I'm sorry"

"Woah, deep coming from you Y/n, after two years" She remarked, crossing her arms on her chest. Looking anywhere but you

"I really am, I know it wil not change anything. But-" You breathed in, "I try to stop these harsh words from coming out, but i feel like a puppet. Like someone who is just controlled by others. Like I'm not myself. And i haven't been since I went to these woods" You sharply exhaled. Chloe shifted closer to you, sensing your truthfulness. "I fell like I've been cursed Chloe" You gazed into her eyes, your own brimming with tears. She immediately pulled you into a deep hug. She knew it wasn't you, you have always been a sweetheart. How could she not be there for you?

"It's okay"

"It really is not Chlo" You pulled away from her comforting arms, taking her hand in yours. The brief, delicate touch made Chloe spin, her mind cloud and her sight to blurry. Her body got hot and her heart thumped in her chest. "I thought, about complimenting you at least 5 times a day but i couldn't muster up the courage to break through" You admitted.

"You did?" Your soft tone of voice made her swoon, she missed you so bad.

"I did love. I wanted to scream because my mouth did the complete opposite" You giggled, but there was nothing to really giggle at "You know, you are absolutely wonderful"

"You think so?"

"Chloe, you're the most amazing, talented, smart and beautiful girl I've ever known. Of course you are" you smiled, taking her head in your hands, swiping your thumb over her rosy cheek.

"I love you" The Charming princess blurted out "I'm sorry, I'm so stupid"

"Chloe, Chloe, calm down" You tried getting her to stop shaking her head but it was no use. She was like a storm, unmanageable. So you did the only thing you could think of a the moment.

Getting closer your lips touched hers. Making her stop everything and hum into the kiss. She was frozen, her heart rate hitting skies, when she finally realized what was happening. Your mouths moved in synchronization as your hands found her neck pulling her even closer.

The kiss was slow, savoring every single second as you tried to pour all of your feelings into it. Her lips so soft and her tounge entangling with yours. It made you want more and more.

But you had to pull away, keeping her chin high up in your palm. Her little smile and kind brown eyes looking up at you made you burst out with happiness from the inside. Her hands hooked around your neck playing with your hair.

"I love you Chloe" You promised, planting one peck to her lips. The girl closed her eyes and nodded her head, telling you silently she knew.

She always knew, that's why she waited for your love.

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fernando alonso x wife!reader

“Be safe, please, mi amor.” he held Fernando in her arms as he paused getting ready to turn around and look at her.

“I am always Carina… Podium on the cards for today haha” He smiled

“Ha, got a surprise for you after the race…if you get a podium today of course.” She looked down, smiling, thinking of the surprise she had planned.

“A nice surprise I hope carina…” He winked and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at the implications of his flirty statement, and the blushes of the mechanics who had heard their conversation.

“Not that kind of surprise, but I think you’ll be happy nonetheless…” She smiled knowingly as he looked slightly puzzled before the activity seemed to pick up and was aware he needed to start getting ready.

“As long as you are feeling better than you were this morning I will always be happy.” He smiled and kissed her on the forehead.

She gave him his traditional pre race good luck kiss and then his helmet was on his head and he was in the car.

Y/N snuck into Nando’s room, being let in by his trainer Alex. She placed the box on his massage table. It was a pretty simple box, all that was inside was a sonogram, a baby onesie and the positive pregnancy test that was gonna change their lives. 

She’d been feeling sick for a couple of weeks now, and when she’d missed her period she’s had a hunch as to what it could be, but it wasn’t until she had bailed on a triple header because she hadn’t been feeling well, that she’d had time to take the test, freak out about how positive it was.

(she’d called Mark in a panic, and then he’d added Jenson to the call in his panic and then they’d just had Mark, Seb and Jenson on a call freaking out, not helping her to calm down in the slightest, but making her laugh. Eventually Hanna had tried to work out what the fuck was going on with her husband, and had provided some actually useful advice)

Following Hanna’s advice, she’d gone to the doctors and gotten the ultrasound photo. She’d sent Hanna and Lance a photo of the ultrasound, to thank Hanna for her help in the boys panic call, and to let Lance know that he would be the godfather (she thought Nando would like that) but not to tell Nando, as she hadn’t told him yet, but she needed to tell someone. The doctor had confirmed that everything was going okay and that she was about 10 weeks along. Y/N had immediately spotted the onesie online and ordered it, preparing to tell Nando whenever she saw him. The onesie arrived fairly quickly, however, trying to keep the onesie, the test and the sonogram hidden from him for the week that he was home before the Spanish grand prix. She wanted him to know immediately because they���d been trying for so long and so many fails that it was a fucking miracle right now.

Their miracle. Their miracle baby.

Finally the week had arrived and she’d hidden the box with Nando’s personal trainer, who handed it to her after she’d given her good luck wishes to him and he’d sat in the car. She made sure to make it back for the start of the race, so as to not raise any suspicion. And then it was lights out and away they went.

The race had been going well for Fernando. Actually better than well. He was in P2, not even a second behind Perez. It had been helpful that Max had had his first mechanical failure in like 5 years, taking him out of the lead, and promoting everyone up a place. And now Fernando was contending for the lead. Y/N was so excited for him, she couldn’t wait to see him on the top step of the podium and then tell him the awesome news.

Of course then it all went horribly wrong.

Crofty’s voice filled her ears, “AND THAT’S FERNANDO ALONSO GOING FOR THE LEAD OF THE SPANISH GRAND PRIX GOING FOR HIS 33RD WIN GOING AROUND THE OUTSIDE OF SERGIO PEREZ AND THEY TOUCH AND THAT’S BOTH OF THEM GOING INTO THE BARRIERS AND OUT OF THE RACE WHICH PROMOTES LANDO NORRIS INTO THE LEAD OF THE SPANISH GRAND PRIX AND THAT’S A BIG CRASH. FERNANDO IS WEDGED BETWEEN PEREZ AND THE BARRIERS, AND HIS CHASSIS LOOKS CRUSHED and we are really hoping that he is okay there.”

“Fernando, Fernando do you copy?”

No response.

“Fernando, Fernando do you copy?”

Y/N could feel her legs getting weak, and could tell that the people around her were holding her up. She remembers being introduced to Shakira at the start of grand prix, and she complimented her nails. She could feel the nails digging into her left arm, which meant that Shakira was holding her up right now, and if Fernando's life wasn’t at threat, she might be fangirling right now. Still no response.

“Fernando, Fernando do you copy?”

No response. Their miracle wasn’t going to meet their dad

“Fernando, Fernando do you copy?”

fuck.

“And while i’m not entirely sure why Fernando wasn’t responding on the radio just then, but I can now tell you that he is walking out of the crash and he seems all okay.”

Y/N breathed a sigh of relief and tried standing up while letting out wet sobs. She knew she was probably on TV right now, looking a mess, being held up by Shakira and crying when her husband was all okay, but that didn’t matter.

Because Fernando was okay.

She followed his progress on the TV as the team moved the focus to Lance and potentially getting him a win. But she tracked him until he was back in the garage and back safe in her arms. Whispering his reassurances to her.

This was also being broadcast, but she didn’t care. 

He was safe and he was in her arms.

Y/N followed Fernando into his driver's room, entirely forgetting about the surprise that she had left in his room until they came in and she saw the box sitting on the massage table. 

Fernando turned around to her in confusion, “Did you leave this here Carina?”

“Uhh, yeah but it’s nothing, it was supposed to be a surprise for when you got your podium, so look at it later maybe…”

Within 2 strides Fernando was at the box and lifting off the lid. There goes the plan of telling him when he was in a good mood.

Fernando pulled out the onesie, black with a message of ‘daddy’s little race engineer’. Maybe Y/N’s hormones were hitting hard today because the sight of Nando holding a baby onesie was enough to bring her to tears, imagining Nando holding their baby.

“What is this carina?”

“It’s ummm, the surprise I mentioned before…I wanted you to see it when you got your podium, so you can ignore it I guess…”

“No, no, I mean, why is there a sonogram, baby onesie and pregnancy test in here? Is Lance having a baby and wanting to let me know I was the godfather?”

“No, no, mi sol, it’s ours.”

“Ours?”

“Our baby.”

Y/N watched as Fernando processed the words. And then all of a sudden she was being picked up and spun around in a hug as Fernando cried at her.

“Our baby…oh Carina…our baby! I’m so happy right now.”

He was practically yelling, so a few team members came to see what was going on. And then walked in on a happy couple, sobbing to each other as they curled up on the floor. A baby onesie in one’s hands, and the sonogram in the other.

And all of a sudden the media could wait.

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

Red and Gold

PAIRING || Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark x Sugar Baby!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 4.1K

SUMMARY || Tony is bringing you along to a charity event, but this time, you decide to surprise him with your outfit. The moment he finds out you're wearing his colors, he has to restrain himself from tearing it off you and having his way with you right then and there.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Sugar Daddy AU. Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark. Sugar Baby!Reader. Heaps and heaps of tooth-rotting fluff.

WARNINGS || Unspecified age gap. Use of nicknames (Sugar). Use of Y/N. Mutual pining. Idiots in love. Sexual tension. Explicit sexual content. Feral Tony Stark. Referenced heartbreak.

SMUT || Daddy kink. Dirty talk. Begging. Praise. Degradation. Hair pulling. Oral (F receiving). Beard burn. Spanking. Semi-public sex. Clothed sex. Rough sex. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!). Cream pie. Aftercare.

A/N || The idea for this one-shot has been living rent-free in my head, and I am happy to say that with the help of @ccbsrmsf1, this story has finally come to life! This is proofread by the lovely @ccbsrmsf1 as well, for which I'm forever grateful. Thank you for everything you do for me; I love you! 💙

A/N 2.0 || I used writing prompt #2422 from @promptsforthestrugglingauthor while writing this story. From the moment I saw it months ago, I knew I had to use it in a story, and I'm happy to say I finally found the perfect one to incorporate it into! 💙

EVENTS Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Book night || "Look At Me." Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Book night || Sexual Tension Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Wild || Love Confession Masterlist || @mcukinkbingo || Having sex while clothed

Banners: @nicoline1998enilocin || Divider: @rookthornesartistry || Photo: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist || AU Masterlist

Sugar's POV

It's a beautiful day today, and you're sitting outside the coffee shop on your college campus, a hot cup of coffee and a pastry on the table, along with your laptop. On the screen is the face of someone you haven't seen in almost a month but who you miss more than anyone: Tony Stark.

He's seated in his office, his phone propped up as he eats his lunch while talking to you - a habit you two have subconsciously slipped into a few months ago. Seeing how your lunchtimes overlap most of the time, you spend 30 minutes to an hour keeping each other up to date on everything, and today, the topic of conversation is tonight's charity event you're both attending.

"Why won't you hint at your outfit, Sugar? I've already shown you mine, so it's only fair you show me yours," he tries again with a soft smile, and you feel the butterflies in your stomach go wild as you look at him.

"Because, Tony, it's a surprise. I've told you that before, and I'll tell you again now. I want to surprise you tonight because we haven't seen each other outside of FaceTime in a while. And I may have gotten something special that I'd like to hide from you," you say as you wiggle your brows, and Tony's cheeks flush at your teasing.

"Not fair," Tony pouts before taking another bite of his lunch, making you laugh.

"Life's not always fair, sorry," you respond, sipping your coffee as your eyes slip shut. The liquid warms you from the inside out, spreading a content smile.

"Are you sure you won't be able to drive to the event together, Sugar?" Tony tries one last time, and you shake your head. Between classes until 7, getting ready for the event, and meeting Tony beforehand, there won't be enough time to join him, so you will have to meet him on the red carpet.

"I'm sure, Tony. I wish I could, but unless you want me to wear my casual outfit, I prefer to go home first and meet you on the red carpet instead. But I promise you I'll make it worth your while later tonight," you say with a wink, and Tony almost chokes on his food as he realizes what you're referencing.

Just as he's about to respond, a notification on your screen lets you know it's time to head to your next class. A sad feeling settles in your chest as you say goodbye to Tony, whose face shows a hint of disappointment that you must go.

"I can't wait to see you tonight, Sugar. I'm looking forward to seeing what you have in store for me," he says before you both say your last goodbyes and you head to class.

Luckily, the remaining classes seem to fly by, and once it's finally time to go home, you can feel the butterflies in your stomach go wild at the thought of seeing Tony again in an hour or two. Your dress and accessories have been picked out and laid on your bed in preparation, and your hair has been washed this morning to save time.

The moment you step into your apartment, you're running from one place to another to get ready as quickly as possible while eating some leftover pasta salad you made for dinner last night. Your hair is straightened before being put into a ponytail, a few pieces left out to frame your face, and you opt for a red and gold makeup look to finish your look.

Lastly, it's time for your dress: a deep-red off-shoulder gown that reaches down to the floor and has a split on your right side that reaches mid-thigh to show off your leg. Combined with gold jewelry, high heels, and a matching gold bag, you're ready to go on time.

After one last look in the mirror, you hear a car honking outside - letting you know that the car Tony has sent to pick you up has arrived.

"Good evening, Ms. Y/L/N," Happy says with a nod, and you smile at him as you greet him.

"Good evening, Happy. Thank you for picking me up," you tell him before getting in the back of the large car, careful not to bang your head or trip on anything. The second you're seated, you let out a soft sigh, and your heart hammers against your ribcage, trying to escape as the realization sinks in that you're almost reunited with Tony.

But most of all, you're curious to see his reaction because you're wearing red and gold—his colors.

Tony's POV

It's been a long day already for Tony, filled with long meetings, and it's about to become even longer now that he's at the charity event. Pepper has also been asking him countless questions today, and all he wants now is to see you again; he wants a piece of his sweet, beautiful Sugar. At this point, knowing that he'll be reunited with you soon is the only thing that keeps him from walking out of here with zero fucks to give.

He has already passed countless photographers and is now being interviewed. However, he's sure that his answers are barely usable, now that you have completely taken over his thoughts. His mind is miles away from the moment at hand, after all.

Just when the interviewer is about to ask the next question, Happy pulls up in the car he sent to pick you up, and it's all Tony can focus on now. Time seems to have slowed as the door swings open in slow motion, and each of your legs emerges from the large, black vehicle.

First, he sees your golden shoes complementing your skin tone beautifully, and then he sees the bottom of your red, floor-length gown. His heart is hammering against his chest as he's holding his breath in anticipation of the rest of you—which will be gorgeous, without a shadow of a doubt.

Happy extends his hand, and you grab it to get up carefully. Tony sees the dark red nails that match your dress perfectly, and his mind instantly wanders to how they will feel as they scratch his back later, feeling himself chub up in his bright white pants.

Every last drop of blood officially rushes south as you step out of the car and into the spotlight. After thanking Happy for the ride, you face the red carpet with a bright, wide smile on your lips as you spot Tony, and you wave shyly at him before being led to the giant wall of photographers.

Men and women shout your name left, right, and center while Tony can do nothing else but stare at you in absolute awe. The woman interviewing Tony has given up and moved on to someone else, all while he looks like he's nailed to the floor, his jaw slightly slack at the sight of you.

The dress hugs your curves in the best way possible, and Tony's heart beats faster than ever as he looks at you, enjoying yourself on the red carpet. You have joined him enough times, and you two have been the headlines of many tabloids since your arrangement started, so everyone is well aware of who you are.

When you extend your hand towards Tony, letting him know you also want some photos together, he immediately rushes over to where you're standing. If he weren't already deeply in love with you before this moment, he definitely would be now, though he wouldn't dare to admit it out loud. He doesn't want to ruin your relationship, after all.

As soon as your hand makes contact with his, you both feel a shock of electricity going through your body. Tony lifts it to his mouth, kissing the tender skin of the back of your hand, causing a deep red blush to spread across your cheeks, but you also feel superb as he does it. He never fails to make you feel like a princess.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you did this just for me," he says as he looks at you with pure love. His glasses frame his face in a way that makes him look even more handsome than usual, and they complement his bright white suit.

"I told you I wanted to surprise you, and I believe it worked," you say as you reposition yourself against his side, the leg that was exposed by the slit of your dress is bent slightly while your hand covers his arc reactor under his shirt, which helps to ground you a little bit as well.

"Let's get a move on, Sugar. I can't wait any longer to be buried deep inside your tight, sweet pussy," Tony whispers in your ear before grabbing your hand and pulling you away. His heart beats faster with every step, and his cock is straining hard against his pants. Seeing you has made him horny, and he is going to make sure he will have his relief - preferably by burying his thick, hard cock deep inside the hot, tight, velvet walls he's missed so much.

He needs you badly, and he needs you now.

It doesn't take long for Tony to find an empty closet, and without a care in the world, he opens the door before pulling you inside with him and pushing you against it once it's closed. Tony's lips are on yours instantly, and you welcome his tongue immediately, savoring his taste after almost a month of not seeing each other.

The kiss is messy, and it's a combination of tongue and teeth as his fingers glide over your exposed thigh, the other hand pulling your hips against the straining bulge in his pants.

"God, I missed you so fucking much, Sugar. Missed having that perfect little pussy wrapped around my cock, and your lips sucking my soul out through my cock," he pants while he works your panties down your legs, all while your hands are wrapped around his neck, your forehead pressed against his as your breaths are mingling.

"Missed you too, Daddy," you say before capturing his lips to suppress the moan leaving your lips, but he quickly pulls back after hearing you say that.

"What-" is all he can get out before you move your hands from his neck down to his pants, unbuttoning it quickly before pulling out his achingly hard cock. Your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth as you look at him with a shimmer of mischief in your eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth.

"I need you to fuck me, Daddy, please," you beg softly, and it's exactly what he does. Your dress is quickly pushed up and out of the way so he has the access he needs, and he guides his shaft back and forth through your folds, making you gasp each time it nudges your sensitive clit.

"So fucking wet for me already, huh? Nothing but a dirty, desperate little slut for Daddy to fuck whenever he wants. Letting me fuck you in a closet where everyone can walk in at any moment - I'm sure it makes you fucking drip for me," he says through gritted teeth as he lines up his cock, not pushing in just yet, but letting his hand glide back and forth over his length.

"Y-yes, Daddy! 'M your slut," you tell him in a breathy tone as you look through half-lidded eyes at him, mouth slightly slack as you feel him pumping his cock up and down, your nails digging into his shoulders in anticipation of what's to come.

"If you want to be a good slut for Daddy, you will need to keep quiet for me right now, Sugar," he says, and without any other warning, he shoves his cock in with a single thrust, and his lips instantly crash onto yours to swallow the loud moan that was spilling over.

Tony's thick, strong fingers are digging into your thighs as he thrusts in and out of you at a strong, rapid pace that has your eyes rolling back and your pussy fluttering around his cock, the length of it hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

Your nails are digging harder into Tony's shoulders, and it only spurs him on as he builds both your highs, your orgasms barreling closer at an alarming pace. Suddenly, Tony's mouth is gone from yours, and he carefully grabs your jaw with his right hand, his left one holding you still.

"Look at me, Sugar, look at me when you cum on my cock. Fuck, need you to cum on my cock like the good slut you are for Daddy," he groans, and you nod as soon as your eyes find his intense gaze, the usual dark brown entirely replaced by the black of his pupils.

"Cream my fucking cock, Sugar, and I'll fuck you so full of my cum it'll leak out of you for the rest of the fucking evening, dripping down these delicious thighs of yours before I fuck it right back into this tight, warm pussy when we're in my penthouse," he pants. Still, all you can do is whimper softly as you're trying not to scream as he repeatedly hits your G-spot.

The moment your orgasm washes over you, your nails are digging hard into Tony's shoulders, and his mouth is immediately back on yours as he fucks you through it, your legs trembling heavily in the process. He whispers soft praise as you come down from your high, and it's only when he pulls out that you notice he has cum, too, his seed nestled deep inside you.

"Such a good girl for Daddy; I missed you so much," he whispers as he peppers your face with soft, gentle kisses, and you smile shyly up at him. You always feel extra vulnerable after you've had an orgasm, but he has learned how to handle that, making sure you won't crash after your high.

"M such a lucky man to have you by my side, Sugar," he whispers before placing a kiss on your forehead, followed by one on the tip of your nose, and he finishes with a last peck on your lips when you've found your footing again, and you're steady on your feet.

"Thank you, Tony," you whisper, and he smiles. Just before you two leave the closet, Tony picks up your panties from the floor and tucks them in the pocket of his pants as a little souvenir to remember what you two just did.

Surprisingly, the charity event went by quickly, but you and Tony decided not to stay for the afterparty this time. You two have been eyeing and teasing each other ever since you emerged from the closet, wanting nothing more than to make each other fall apart a couple more times before falling asleep in each other's arms.

Happy has picked both of you up, and there's a comfortable silence in the car as Tony's hand draws abstract figures on your thigh. You look out the window at the New York City skyline. It has always been one of your favorite cities, and when you decided to study here, you couldn't wait to explore it all.

Somewhere along the way, you met Tony, and now you're seated in the back of a large SUV on your way to his penthouse, where you two will undoubtedly spend the entire night pulling orgasm after orgasm out of each other.

The moments between Happy dropping both of you off and the elevator ride to his penthouse are a blur. The only thing you remember is Tony kissing you fiercely in the elevator, hands wandering everywhere until you had to let go, and he would lead you to his large bedroom.

Now, you're standing in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows. As you look over the Manhattan skyline, Tony stands behind you with his hands on your shoulders. Your heels have already been kicked off, making him considerably taller than you are.

"I can't believe you had the nerve to show up looking like this, Sugar. Wearing my colors was such a bold move, and I can't say anything other than that I'm impressed," Tony tells you as you meet his gaze in the window.

"You must bring it out in me, Tony. Because I know for sure I would never have been able to do something so bold without you by my side," you answer as you take the last step back until your back is against his chest. Your eyes flutter shut as his arms wrap around you, and you hold his forearms as you stand there for a moment, basking in the moment's intimacy.

"As much as I love seeing you in that dress, I know for sure it'll look even better when it's on the floor," he tells you, making you chuckle as you let go of his arms, and he pulls the zipper on your side down. The fabric falls to the floor in one flowy movement, leaving you entirely bare for him.

"Perfect," he whispers, his nose nuzzling your neck while his hands glide down your sides until they land on your hips, where he makes a move to turn you around as he sinks to his knees. His fingers glide over the soft skin on your thighs and calves, before grabbing one of them and hooking them over his shoulder, opening you up beautifully for him.

Your glistening, puffy folds are on display as Tony licks his lips in anticipation, and he groans softly when you let your fingers glide into his hair, pulling softly to get him to the place where you need him most. Without a second thought, he flattens his tongue as he licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit, and you throw your head back as he teases your sensitive nub a bit with the tip of his tongue.

"D-Daddy," you moan as your hips roll against his face, the friction causing a jolt of pleasure to go through your entire body. Tony's hands are holding you up firmly, his fingers pushing into the flesh of your hips to steady you.

With expert precision and the enthusiasm of a puppy, he eats you out like a starved man, and before you know it, you're tugging on his hair from root to tip to pull him closer, his facial hair giving you the best case of beard burn you've ever had as he works you through a mind-bending orgasm.

Every sound coming from your body is almost inhuman as the pleasure takes over your body, and you're trembling in Tony's hold, but you're not scared to let go. You trust him completely to take care of you, and you know he will do everything in his power to ensure you're safe, especially during moments like these.

"Tastes like heaven, Sugar, sweetest pussy I've ever tasted in my life," he rasps as he carefully guides your foot back on the floor before pulling you against his chest and kissing you softly, allowing you to taste yourself and the faint taste of his cum on his tongue. You quickly get lost in him as he touches you, and he makes you feel like you're floating right now.

"'s your turn now, Daddy," you tell him when he pulls away, but he shakes his head with a smile as he stops you. Your brows knit together as your gaze finds his, worry visible in your eyes.

"As much as I would love to have these beautiful, puffy, pink lips wrapped around my cock, I think I'd prefer to stuff you even more with my cum. Now that I've had a taste again, I want to be buried deep inside you, Sugar," he tells you as he cups your cheeks, and you nod in understanding.

"M'kay, but only because you ask so nicely," you tease, making him laugh. You let go of him before walking to the bed, and he lands a slap on your ass as you pass him - making you yelp in surprise.

A few minutes later, he's entirely bare above you, your head on his pillows as you look up at him in anticipation. He has settled between your legs, and his hard cock rests on the crease where your hip meets your thigh.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, enjoying how your cheeks flush at his praise. A smirk tugs at the corners of his lips as he lets his thumb glide over your cheek and the line of your jaw, before tipping up your chin to capture your lips in another kiss.

You two may not have revealed your feelings for one another yet, but you're also not afraid to show them off when it's just you two right now, basking in the intimacy of your closeness. So vulnerable and yet so strong at the same time.

Tony's fingers ghost over your body and down to his cock, which he fists a couple of times before lining up with your entrance and pushing in. You're still stretched enough from when he fucked you earlier, making it easier for him to slide in, but despite that, he still takes his time with you.

Soft moans tumble from your lips as he slowly thrusts in, taking his sweet time to fill you up completely. His hands are interlaced with yours above your head, and your noses are practically touching each other as he slides in completely, and your back arches into him as he hits your sweet spot.

"That's it, Sugar, you take me so well," he praises you as you wrap your legs around him, allowing him to fuck you even deeper than before. His hips roll into you at a careful, steady pace as he watches your face for any discomfort - but he doesn't find any.

"So good," you whisper before capturing his lips, and it doesn't take long for both of you to be on the edge of yet another release. Your eyes widen as you feel the band inside your belly on the verge of snapping, and with one last command, you're over the edge.

"Cum for me, Sugar, milk Daddy's cock for all it's worth," he grits out as he nuzzles his face in your neck, and with a loud scream of his name, you fall apart around him, your hips rolling in tandem with his as he releases every last drop of his cum inside you.

After riding out both your orgasms, he carefully pulls out before collapsing beside you and pulling you onto his chest, where you both come down from your highs.

"God, that was amazing, Sugar. But I definitely don't want to wait a month again before seeing you," Tony says with a breathy chuckle, and you nod.

"Me neither," you say sleepily as you listen to the soft hum on the arc reactor in his chest. It doesn't take long for Tony to hear your soft snores, and he pulls the comforter over you both. The cleaning up can wait a little bit.

"I'm not sure I know what love is, but I think this might be it, Sugar," Tony admitted to your sleeping form. "And I know you can't hear me right now, but maybe one of these days, I'll be brave enough to say it when you can," he whispers, the reality of his feelings suddenly hitting him hard.

After that, he got you cleaned up after you had a short nap and something to eat. You two shared more cuddles and soft kisses before going to sleep again, and you felt content in his arms as your arm was draped over his chest.

The next morning, you wake up to an empty bed, and you rub your eyes to make sure Tony isn't in there with you. When you've confirmed that he's not there, you sit up, pull the comforter to your chest, and grab your phone to look at the time.

"Good morning, Sugar. I made you breakfast in bed," Tony tells you as he walks in with a tray filled with your favorite fruits, french toast, some yogurt, and two steaming cups of coffee to finish it all off.

"Mornin'," you say as you yawn, the scent of breakfast filling your nose. A smile dances on your lips as you look at everything Tony prepared; your stomach begins to rumble.

"Someone's getting hungry," Tony teases as he sits on the edge of the bed and leans in to kiss your lips softly. You can get used to these mornings, though you shouldn't be getting too comfortable with how things go now. You don't want to get your heart broken again, after all.

[wecanbe-heroes]

Astarion x reader, gn!tav

Requested by a member of the bg3 discord I am in. Tav uses disguise self to show Astarion his reflection. 1.1k words. Short and teasingly sweet.

“Damn this blasted thing!” You hear glass shatter and lean up out of your bedroll, glancing in the direction of the sound. A pale figure stands outside his tent, a broken mirror at his feet. The other people in your camp side eye him before going back to their business, but you rise to your feet.

“What’s going on over here?” You ask gently as you approach, careful to avoid any glass on the ground.

Astarion whirls around to face you, a brief look of anger then shock. “Hello, darling.” His face is a mask of cool now, his lips poised in his signature smirk. “Silly me just dropped my mirror.” He bent to pick it up and a couple extra pieces of glass clatter to the dirt.

“I thought vampires couldn’t see their reflection?” You already know the answer, but ask anyway. This earns a sigh and Astarion looks at the mirror.

“Yes, this is true. A part of me keeps checking though.” He twirls it in his hands for a moment before placing it back on the stool by his tent. “If this wretched tadpole can make me walk in the sun again, I thought it might let me see myself again.” There is a yearning in his voice and you realize it has been over 200 years since the elf has seen his reflection.

“So you’ve never had a portrait made or anything?” You tilt your head slightly to the left.

“Ha! As if Cazador would allow that.” He scoffs and waves a hand. “No, I have no memory before being turned. All I know is what people have told me. White hair, vampire red eyes. Beauty to rival a god.” His smirk widens and he winks at you. You can’t help the faint flush that rises to your cheeks at his flirtations. While perhaps exaggerated, he is quite beautiful.

“I wish I could paint a portrait of you, Astarion. You deserve to see yourself truly.” You sigh. Artistic talent never found its way to you, your hands not built for the finer arts.

“That is quite alright my sweet.” His eyes soften for a moment. Unknownst to you, he is taken aback by your offer. No one has ever cared enough about his vanity, his desire to know how he appears to others, to offer to paint him. He jerks back as you suddenly gasp and clap your hands together.

“I can do something better than a portrait!” How could you forget? You run back to your bags, rummaging through them. You picked up a scroll a few days ago that might be just what you need. Finally, you find the scroll you are looking for. 

"What have you got there?" Astarion's voice holds a hint of wary, trust still hard for him. You give him a smirk and unfurl the scroll.

"It's been awhile since I've cast this spell so I'm studying it." You crack your knuckles and neck, studying the spell. It's not something you keep prepared and you're glad you picked this up in the abandoned house you went through earlier. Astarion steps back and you wave him forward. "Don't worry, it's not a spell for you. It's for me." You reassure him and stand to your full height. You study his features for awhile, long enough he begins to look uncomfortable under your scrutiny. You want to get this right, show him an as exact replica as you can.

"Alright here we go." You give yourself a shake and then begin casting. Magic sparks from your fingers as you wave them around your body. Tingles and light shocks spread across your skin as it changes. The spell is quick and basically painless, more of an itch as it adds an illusion over your body. Your camp clothes disappear, replaced by Astarion's leather pants and ruffled shirt. It's a bit weird, seeing the illusion take over but still feeling your normal look. Within a couple seconds, you are now standing eye to eye with the vampire. His eyes are wide, mouth slightly agape. You have never seen him flustered like this. "Well, what do you think?" You hold your arms out, pale skin gleaming the same as his. You don't feel the elongated canines in your mouth, but you know they are there when his eyes flicker to your mouth when you speak, giving him a smirk mirroring his own.

"My my, I am as handsome as I thought." His jokes armor against his own sensitivity. In truth, his hands are shaking and eyes keep jumping to different parts of you. You give him a slow turn to get the full view. Then you step forward, close enough your boots are nearly touching his. "Those eyes, my eyes. So red." He sneers at the sight. You wonder what color they were before he was turned. A shade of hazel or brown would be staggering, though he likely had a shade of blue as most high elves have. The red is piercing is he studies your face, his face. Drinking you in to burn forever in his memory. You reach up to his face, fingers ghosting the skin. Not touching him, but longing to. 

"I'm not sure if I got the laugh lines right." You say breathlessly, trying to ease the sudden tension. Astarion scoffs and rolls his eyes, you ignore the slight glisten in them to save his pride.

"I am an immortal being, I do not have laugh lines!" He moves away from you, smoothing the creases around his mouth. As you give a soft chuckle, the spell begins to fade. That itching tingle spreads across your body once more and then you are back to normal you.

"I'm sorry I couldn't give you more. Maybe we can commision a portrait once we get to the city?" You suggest, though you're not sure if your team will make it to Baldur's Gate let alone have time for such a thing. 

"No apologies, darling. You have given me enough." He gets far off look on his face before he takes your hand in his, a rare display of affection. "Thank you." He presses a kiss to the back of your hand before he retreats back into his tent. You stand there for a moment in awe before picking up the broken mirror and the glass pieces. A quick mending cantrip and it looks brand new. You place it on the stool outside his tent before going back to your bedroll. The spot on your hand that he kissed phantomly burns as you fall to sleep, dreaming of soft red eyes. 

[skrrts]

concert seats (drabble)

✧ gn!reader & jongho ✧ genre: non idol, slice of life, dating, fluff ✧ word count: 720

Jongho refuses to leave the concert with you just because some idiots removed your seat number & didn't check before.

“I don’t care what you’re saying. We bought the tickets legally, there’s even a wristband with the seat number. We are going to watch this together! I’m not going to kick out my partner to attend this concert alone!”

While Jongho’s voice wasn’t loud, it was obvious he was firm. To prove it, he held your hand even tighter, throwing death glares at the staff who were trying to convince him to leave you behind after the organizers messed up big-time.

A few weeks ago, when he surprised you with tickets for your birthday, you couldn’t have been happier. For years, Jongho had to listen to your sighs and whines about how you really wanted to see your favorite artist perform live but the tickets were always insanely priced. So, behind your back, he took an extra job and slowly worked towards it until he had the money to afford them. Perfectly timed, the new tour was announced just the day prior.

You spent hours getting ready and couldn’t stop talking about it, especially how much you loved Jongho. Not only because he got those tickets for you, working so hard, but also because he came along to something that wasn’t his own interest.

When you arrived at your row, it was quick to note that something wasn’t right. The staff explained that there had been another event the other day and somehow, your seat was removed. Now, the staff told you that there was no way for you to attend, something about security reasons, but your boyfriend wasn’t taking it.

“I will have to call security if you refuse, I’m afraid,” the woman tried to sound tough, but she wasn’t doing a good job. Maybe because Jongho had the presence of a mafia boss (it was a popular joke among you and your friends because he really could be that scary if he wanted to).

He pointed to his seat: “Mine is the last in the row, behind me is a pillar, no person. It’s simple. I pull Y/N on my lap and we watch it all quietly. Nobody’s sight is interrupted and we do not have to carry this onto TikTok.” She shook her head: "Not an option."

Jongho didn’t even have an account and you had to hold back a soft chuckle as he took out his phone and started to film. “Hi guys, we are currently inside the Starshower Stadium and…”

There was a hint of panic in her features. TikTok’s hate wave was the nightmare of about every organizer and she hurried to wave her hands. “Please, no recording! Ah, okay! Please, it has to remain between the three of us because by law, I am not allowed to leave you here without a seat.”

There was no reason to, since you were at the end of the row and there wasn’t even a staircase nearby. “Please remain on the chair and enjoy the concert,” she bowed and rushed off, cursing under her breath as she did so.

“TikTok huh, I’d love to see that. I actually still think we could make millions of money with your apple crusher technique,” you laughed and he just offered you that small grin you enjoyed so much.

“I will think about it,” Jongho took your hand and pulled you over to the chair, and onto his lap. He made sure you were sitting comfortably before curling his strong arms around you to ensure you wouldn’t have to worry about falling off.

“Please remember, your very handsome and mysterious boyfriend is sitting right behind you, should you have a sudden urge to dance, with your arms” Jongho coughed.

“Don’t worry, as much as I am looking forward to seeing her live, I promise nothing would ever put my amazing, scary boyfriend at risk,” you winked.

For a moment, the two of you just looked at each other before he made pouty lips, indicating he wanted a kiss. It was silly and sweet; you had gotten used to loving it whenever he was doing it once Jongho was confident nobody was looking.

“Now then, let’s see if I turn into a stan too,” he mumbled as the crowd cheered and the artist stepped on stage.

You relaxed back against him, thinking this was much better than any place in the front row.

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Experiment 56 [part 6]

Neteyam x Human reader ( like a mix of human and Navi )

and sullyFAM x human reader, spider x reader , and quaritch x reader (dont blame me )

Tw: mmm neteyam baby, reader being mutant, neytiri being a sweetheart-mother, Sad, violence, kidnapping, quaritch is acting weird, a surprise at the end, net and spider fighting like baby girls, all the characters are aged up 20's.

POV: Y/N is surprised that it is an indispensable piece for the human race. Her family will do everything possible to keep her hidden and safe…

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7

Experiment 56 materlist | Experiment 56 sequel Masterlist

Note: We are getting closer to the end ahhh. I hope you like this part a lot, I made some changes with the characters. I don't want anyone to be the "villain" at the end. I want eywa to be in control of everything. *wink* Plus there's a surprise at the end. And remember that if you want me to do more stuff about other characters, go ahead, the request is open. From now on I warn you that I am not very expert in this Navi culture, but I did my best. And I'll be using events that happened in the movie, but they won't be exactly the same. And sorry for the spelling. English is not my mother tongue.

Spider opens his eyes…he was on an abandoned rock, he had several bruises on his body. When he fell from the ilu he had hit his head. Slowly he gets up and rubs his eyes. Trying to remember… until everything that happened comes to his mind. "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!!!" He starts screaming…he stands up and tries to see something in the distance of the ocean. But nothing…he needs to go tell the others. But how, he had no way to get there. He wasn't a navi and he wasn't like you. Out of nowhere, he sees how your ilu, comes closer and looks at him. "Hì'i … I need you to take me home. Y/N is in danger" says spider, speaking calmly so the creature doesn't panic. Your ilu settles sideways and looks at spider, she is inviting him to come up. Spider couldn't believe it, Hì'i understood. This has to be eywa, she was helping him. He quickly climbed in and began the ride back to the village.

You hadn't been in the boat that long, but the adrenaline was already down…and the movements he was making were making you dizzy. Quaritch was next to you, and noticed how you were closing your eyes. "Hey, hey honey…don't close your eyes. I have to take you back to the base" Quaritch tried to get you back in the seat. But it was too late, your eyes had closed. "Shit…" complained Quaritch, you had passed out. "hey lyle, help me out here… we need to get her comfortable." Lyle came over and helped get you settled. He watched as Quaritch, carefully adjusted your head. "Boss… careful, you look very…" Quaritch gave him a fulminating look. Lyle took the hint and continued doing his job. Quaritch sat down next to you, and straightened up. He had to concentrate…but something in him told him this was wrong. He had to get it out of his head…he had a mission, and he had to accomplish it. That's what Miles Quaritch would do. That's what he would do, right?

Meanwhile, neytiri and Jake had returned from the ride they were taking to tuk. They happily walked into the marui, they were making some jokes. When they entered, all their children were there, but neytiri noticed that you and spider were present. "where is y/n?" she asks as she starts looking for breakfast things, " she went out for a walk with spider, you know they were upset yesterday. I think they're making up." Says loak, who was quietly lying in a hammock.

Neteyam approached his parents, he had to tell them what you and he decided the night before. He was excited, but he didn't know how his parents would react. It's not like they didn't know what was going on between you and Neteyam, but telling them in person scared him. "mom, dad… can I talk to you? Well… to the whole family." Neteyam said, as he sat down on the floor, kiri and tuk followed him. And loak shifted his gaze to his brother, but without leaving the hammock. Jake and neytiri accompanied them, they gave each other a few looks before sitting down on the ground. "Well… I wanted y/n to be here… but I know she'll be here soon. But I can't stand the feeling…" Neteyam takes a deep breath. Everyone is looking at him very intently. "Y/N and I….are a mate. We have bonded before eywa… and I hope you all will accept our relationship" neteyam said, quickly and confidently. His first instinct was to look at his mother's face. Neytiri was silent, she had no expression on her face, she didn't know what to say. "Well…I knew that already, with how cuddly you two have been lately mmm it was obvious" loak said, as he settled into the hammock and continued sleeping. Kiri got up and hugged her big brother. "I'm so happy!!! it's about time!!!" tuk is also hugging his brother. " yes, yes yes yes" tuk hums as neteyam hugs his sisters back." Son…" said Jake as he stands up to approach neteyam. Jake knelt down in front of him, put his hands on his shoulders and smiled. "Congratulations… but we already knew that" neteyam's face went blank, how come they already knew that. Neytiri laughed a little and talked." You think we haven't noticed your attitudes… or how you and y/n share matching items of clothing. Or how y/n have your scent" neytiri teases. "We can smell it a mile away, you need to calm down" loak complains from a distance. Neteyam smiles, and looks at his mother. "I am happy with you…I want you to take care of each other and know that your relationship is not common, but not impossible. I love you both and I will always be here to take care of you." Neytiri hugs neteyam, the embrace is warm and welcoming. "when y/n and spider arrive… let's celebrate!!!" kiri says as she thinks about what gift she was going to give you. It was a tradition, to give something to the new partner of some family member, well…you weren't new to the family. But it was the perfect excuse to make you a new top.

Neteyam started playing with tuk and kiri looking for things to prepare your gift. "This is very strange, she doesn't usually take this long" says Jake. "I'm sure they're on their way" said neteyam, until he sees spider walk in to marui very agitated, with teary eyes." THEY'VE GOT HER, THEY'VE TAKEN HER!!!" shouts spider." WHO?" Jake approaches the boy, grabbing him by the shoulders. Everyone present stood up from their places to approach spider. " THEY…THE SOLDIERS…HAVE HER!!!!" spider was still crying. " Spider what are you saying?" neteyam approaches the boy. His heart wants to burst out of his chest…his breathing becomes difficult. " THEY ATTACKED US…AND TOOK HER AWAY IN A BOAT. I SWEAR I COULDN'T DO ANYTHING!!!" Screams spider…the poor boy doesn't know what to do, he has all of y/n's relatives surrounding him, and of course he was scared, they were twice the size of him.

Neytiri feels like she was going to faint, as her eyes start to fill with tears. She falls to the ground and starts screaming." NO, NO, NO… MY LITTLE ONE, NO" Jake comes over to reassure her, he too was in a state of shook. "Jake, they took her…they took my little girl" neytiri screams. All these years taking care of you like her greatest treasure, defending you from others…from their insults, from their indifferent treatment. And now she had taken you away. She couldn't stand it. Jake didn't know what to do… kiri and tuk were still questioning spider, who was crying and trying to explain what had happened. While loak was on the other side of his mother trying to get her to calm down. Jake could see loak's tears running down his cheeks as he tried to be strong for his mother. And neteyam…wait, where was neteyam?

Neteyam was already on his way to his ilu, his eyes were pure hatred and frustration. In his hands he carried his bow. They had captured his mate, he wasn't going to let them get away with it. He was about to climb onto his ilu, until he felt someone tugging on his arm. When he turned around it was his father." What the hell are you doing" yells jake, as he tries to pull his son to him. "I'm going to rescue her!!!! That's what I'm going to do" Jake holds Neteyam by the shoulders. "Listen to me…I'm sure those guys, they're already at the base. They're already in the woods, you know what will happen to you if you go there now?" neteyam turns away from his father. "I don't care, we have to go look for her !!!!" shouts neteyam, jake had never seen him like this. Neteyam always tries to control his anger, but now it was impossible. "son look at me" jake is holding neteyam's face. He can see tears welling up in his eyes, jake knows how he feels, he feels incompetent, guilty, upset. "we're going to get her i promise" jake speaks, while he himself can't keep his feelings to himself. They had kidnapped one of his daughters, but they had to act smart. "but dad… they're going to hurt her" neteyam complains. "Let's call norm and the other guys. We need a plan." Jake wipes the tears from neteyam's face, and they welcome him into their arms. "We're going to get her… I promise. You and the Family." If it were up to Jake, he'd be flying full speed ahead in his ikran, get to the base…rip the heads off of anything that got in his way and take you back home. But I knew that was suicide… he had to have a plan.

AREA 12, northeast of pandora:

You opened your eyes slowly, wow… your head was spinning. You feel like your head is going to explode, you slowly sit up, and feel the softness under your hands. Your eyes are still adjusting to the new clarity, but as you look down you see that you are on some kind of bed. You look up startled, and see a white room, there are only several pieces of furniture. The bed, a closet, a desk and some small lamps. You knew what these things were, since you had slept over in norm and max's labs when you were little. But this room was strange…there was a window…in which you could see the flora of pandora…it was beautiful. As you analyze the room you see how on the right side there is a door. You run towards it, but fall to the floor. You are very weak. And that's where all your memories come back.

You remember how you fell into the sea, how you saw spider floating unconscious, how they grabbed you by your braid and how they took you away in that disgusting boat. And those men, you remember them too. You stand up a little and crawl to the edge of the bed. You hug your knees and can't help but cry. You were scared…where was everybody. where was neytiri? jake? They always rescued you. Where was neteyam? They didn't know where you were, and if spider was dead…would he be okay? You had so many questions in your head. You wanted to go home.

The door to the room opened, you looked up to see him. It was that man, you knew who he was. Your father had told you about him, and how they had their conflicts. And how he tried to kill him. Besides, you still remembered the first time he tried to kidnap you in the forest. The man came a little closer to you. "Hello…pretty" I said Quaritch." Don't call me pretty" you affirm, and move a little further away from him. "oh wow…you can speak English." Quaritch doesn't give up and continues to slowly move closer. "of course you idiot…or wait, I forgot. you guys think you're the only beings with intellect?" you say as you shift your gaze.

"Wow, I didn't know you had that temper…I like it" Quaritch sits down in a chair that is about 5 feet or so away from your bed. "hey, I'm not here to hurt you…just" you interrupt him." no? then what did you kidnap me for?" you challenge him, as you stand up a little, forgetting how weak you were, and fall back down to the floor. "Hey calm down… I see that you are weak. And for your information it wasn't me who did that." I said Quaritch. "Then who?" you ask. "The RDA, they sent me to find you. You're important y/n" say Quaritch, as he gets up from his seat and walks over to a small table right next to the closet, and starts to prepare a glass of water. "Important? To what or who?" you want to know what the hell you were doing here and what they wanted from you.

Quaritch approaches and offers you the glass of water, you refuse to take it." Hey…. I'm not trying to poison you. I swear" he raises his right hand, and drinks from the other glass of water. You analyze the scene and see that nothing has happened to him. You decide to take the glass, you were dying of thirst. You drink the water as if there is no tomorrow. "Wow…someone was thirsty" Quaritch sneers and kneels down right in front of you. "you are the salvation of the human race, with your DNA it will be possible to make mutations in humans, thus allowing them to breathe and live here in pandora. A whole new race would be created." Said the man. "But why don't you create others like me and leave me alone?" you place the glass next to you. "honey… you are one of a kind. There is no other like you… not here in Pandora, not in any other area of space." Quaritch looks you in the eye, the voice he is using makes your hair stand on end. You couldn't deny that this man was intimidating. "You're doing this to attract my father, aren't you?" you ask him dryly, while you don't take your eyes off him. "Mmm no, that blue monkey doesn't interest me anymore. I have other plans." said Quaritch, as he stands up. To be honest he had lost interest in looking for Jake a long time ago. He didn't even know what he was doing in this place anymore.

"You have to be grateful, little one," said Quaritch, as he opened the door to the room. "Why?" you ask. "If it wasn't for me, you'd be in a cold, filthy metal cage. So …you're welcome" he turns his gaze, gives you a smile and starts to walk out. "oh, by the way, you need to put on the clothes over there" he points to a bundle of clothes lying next to the bed. "That's your new uniform, that door on the left is the bathroom, you can do your business there. You have water on that table and later someone will bring you food" He walks out of the room leaving you alone. You looked at where the clothes were. You didn't know what this kind of cloth was. You had never used anything like this before, you were used to wearing your navi female clothes. This was weird…you examine it for a while. But you start to feel cold…maybe he was right. Besides, your father had told you that it was always better to go with the flow, if you were vulnerable, so you would wear these clothes. You didn't want them to get upset with you and hurt you for not obeying.

You get up from the floor and start to take off your clothes. You put on the new clothes, wow they were so different, they felt different. You didn't like it, but it gave you warmth. You were wearing a matching style of sweater and pants. Gray color. And you noticed how on the chest on the right side there was a label that said "experiment 56". Out of nowhere you got nauseous, and dizzy. You ran to the bathroom, and threw up in some kind of bucket. You opened a lever so that water came out and cleaned everything. This must be the sink, you tell yourself. You wipe your face and go back to bed. You lay on your side and lay there waiting for something to happen. You couldn't help but cry, you missed your family.

Quaritch was watching everything from the cameras in the security area. It was an exclusive room, where there were about 6 cameras recording everything in your room. "You just saw that girl naked," says Lyle as he walks in and sits in one of the chairs. "No, I just logged in… I'm not depraved like you" miles keeps looking at the screens, while watching you wipe your face. I could tell you were in pain. "I don't know, what's wrong with you… I feel like something in you has changed. What's going on here?" Lyle taps his boss on the head, the two of them had that confidence. Not everyone could touch Colonel Quaritch, but Lyle gave himself that freedom. "you wouldn't understand lyle" said miles, as he turns his face to look at his friend. "You feel like you're not you, don't you?" says lyle as he settles further into the seat. "You feel like you're not that person, you know… we have their memories, but you feel like they're intruders." Quaritch looks at his friend. "that's true" Miles states, lyle reaches over and places a hand on his friend's shoulder." But we have a mission, and the orders are clear. You've already done a lot for that girl…she's comfortable and safe in a room. The rest…will be the responsibility of the scientists" said lyle getting up and walking out of the room. Miles knew those lab rats weren't exactly nice. They didn't see you as an ordinary human, but as a thing to be tested. He had already been through it, when he first got his avatar body, and it wasn't a very pleasant experience, so he decided that he would take care of you. Or so his "other self" inside him decided.

Meanwhile in the Metkayina village….

Neytiri was sitting right on the edge of the entrance to the marui, contemplating the view. She hoped you would come back. You always did… her memories were lost to that moment, where you were lost in the forest for 2 days. You were only 6 years old, she remembers the feeling she felt at that moment. She and Jake went looking everywhere for you and nothing. Norm and the others helped in the rescue. Mo'at was trying to comfort Neytiri, telling her that you were a brave, strong and smart girl. That she would come back. "daughter mine…. y/n is like the river, it runs away…it flows, but it always returns to its home the ocean…it will come back to you" and so it did…neytiri was looking for some things in the forest, preparing to search for you again. Until she felt someone hug her leg, she looked down and saw her cute little girl. Her eyes were teary, but she was smiling. "mom…I got lost" neytiri held her in her arms and promised never to let go. But this was not the case.

Neteyam accompanied her, she hugged him. Neytiri could feel neteyam's tears fall into her arms. Knowing that her children were suffering was killing her. She turned back, and saw a desperate Jake, trying to communicate with Norm. She knew he was at the point of collapse. Kiri and tuk were sitting looking at their father and spider, and loak… he was out for a walk. Neytiri knew it was to cry alone. She looked at neteyam one more time, stroked his head. "calm love…the river always returns to its home, to the ocean" she could hear neteyam sobbing louder. She didn't want to think how you were, she had the feeling that you were suffering.

" norm, can you hear me!!!!" jake tries to move to find the signal. Spider holds the wires, making a kind of antenna. "yes jake, I hear you clear. What's going on?" norm says on the other end of the comlink. "they have y/n, they kidnapped her. You have to come here, you have to help me find her" norm couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I'M GOING THERE !!!! GIVE ME 1 HOUR" norm runs, to tell the others and start packing up and getting the ship ready. Jake dropped the device that looked like a portable phone, collapsed on the floor, and couldn't help but cry. What had he done wrong, kiri came over and hugged him, tuk went with her. Spider watched the scene, jake invited him into the hug. Spider joined him. "It's not your fault kid… it's not your fault" says jake. As spider looks at him. And then hugs him tighter.

Loak was walking on the beach, collecting shells for your collection. He decided that when you came back you would have new shells to organize. Tsireya came over, by now everyone in the village had heard what was going on. "loak… are you ok?" tsireya put her hand on the boy's man, he was on the ground looking for corals. She could hear him crying, she knelt down and hugged him. "They're going to find her, I promise" loak turns and hugs her. The moment was interrupted when he hears some kind of ship arriving off the coast of the village. Norm had arrived faster than he said. Loak said goodbye to tsireya and ran towards the marui.

Jake ran, towards Norm. These two hugged… it was a long hug, it was like a "I'm here brother, I'm going to help you" Norm looked at Jake and said "come on …. I've got the stuff". Jake led him to the marui, norm went inside and started to get his stuff out. Max accompanied them. Everyone in the family watched as Norm tried to locate a few things." Ok, spider you have to tell me where they were last" spider told norm everything, neteyam listened attentively. "It hurts…because we were making passes" said spider as he looked down. Not until he feels someone grab him by the throat and his body is lifted off the ground. " you fucker…if you weren't so nosy" neteyam had the boy in his hands. "NETEYAM" shouts neytiri, while jake tries to make neteyam let go of the boy. Kiri was trying to remove his brother's hands from spider's neck. Spider was losing his breath. " Wait…" he couldn't speak, jake and norm were able to make neteyam let go of spider, he fell to the floor. "are you crazy…what's wrong with you?" yells kiri to neteyam, neteyam was already walking back to where the boy was, until loak stops him. "ENOUGH, STOP IT!" shouts neytiri with tuk in her arms, the poor girl was scared. "This is no one's fault…let's calm down." Norm states. Kiri tries to help spider, this one had a big mark on her neck. While neteyam sat on the other side of the marui. The atmosphere was calming down, but it still felt tense.

"Jake… this is something almost impossible. We don't know where they went, I bet they went to base 12. The one near our camp, the one in the mountains" norm looks at jake worried. "I think the right thing to do is to go back and investigate from there, it's useless here" Norm waits for an answer from his friend. Jake looks at his family, they have all listened. "let's go, what we're waiting!!!" says neteyam. Jake looks at the others, they all approved the decision. "well so be it…sully we will go home." Jake announced, as everyone got up to prepare everything for the return. Jake decided that they would all go back in norm's ship, it was fast. Neytiri didn't like the idea, but agreed.

Before leaving Ronal approached the family. "I hope you find the girl… you know you will always be welcome here, this is your home" said Ronal as he handed her something she had prepared for you. You had won ronal's affection, she didn't want to show it, but she had cried a little. You were a wonderful girl. Neytiri wiped her face and thanked her for the gesture. "We'll be back very soon, and thanks for everything" Jake affirms. "Anything… count on us" Tonowari gives him a handshake. And lets them go. Jake knows this was going to be hard, and that it was highly unlikely they would find you easily, but he had to try.

It was already dark, you had slept all afternoon… when you awoke you saw how the view to the window had darkened. You cringed a little. You hoped this was all a dream. But no… you were alone in a room that was too cold for your taste. You walked over to the table where there was water and began to pour yourself some, your stomach growling. You hadn't eaten anything all day. wow, there's nothing to eat here. you look around and there's nothing. You sit down on a chair, and look outside. Are they looking for you? Or did they just decide to leave you here? You were asking these questions to yourself, until the door opened. And you saw a Quaritch walk in with a plate in his hands.

"I'm bringing dinner!!!" he said cheerfully and with a smile on his face. "And why do you have to bring it yourself?" you ask, as you settle into the seat. "Well… if you want someone else to bring them I'll tell them, but I promise they won't be this nice." He speaks as he places the plate on the table. You look at the food, it was kind of strange to you. The only thing you could recognize was a fruit you liked. But the rest was unknown to you. "I don't know if you'll like this… but it's some chicken, vegetables, some grains…" says Quaritch, while you let out a giggle. He looks at you curiously. "This looks disgusting." You say matter-of-factly. You were afraid this would backfire on you, but again you analyze the food. "here use this fork" you take the fork and look at the man. "I know what's dumb!!!" you shift your gaze, and play with the food. Miles stares at you as you move some things around and taste others. He gets a laugh, as you taste some and make disgusted faces. Until you taste the chicken. "mmm this doesn't taste so bad" you say as you take another bite. You are pretty sure you are eating this, because you are about to starve to death. "I was informed that your tests start tomorrow" says miles, you look at him confused." What tests?" you take another piece of chicken and eat it. "I imagine it will be some blood and stuff" your memory takes you back to all the times norm took blood from you." Oh noooo, I'm not going to do that" you say as you drop the fork on the plate. "hey relax, you have to do it…if you don't they will make you. I recommend you cooperate." Miles comments as he again falls silent.

You finish eating, and miles gets up and takes the plate. He walks to the door. "Are you coming to get me?" you ask a little shyly… you didn't trust him. But at least he hadn't treated you badly since you got here. "Well… if that's what you want. Yes" miles looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "It's okay" you say as you settle into your bed." It's okay, get some rest little one." Quaritch leaves the room, and you get more comfortable on the mattress. You were so tired, your eyes closed on their own.

The next day, you wake up when you feel a hand moving you, you turn over and open your eyes. "Hey little one … it's time to get up." Miles says, you sit up in bed. You were all asleep. And wow, you weren't ringing, you watch as Quaritch is arranging something on the table. You get out of bed and walk to the bathroom. This bathroom thing wasn't your thing, you never liked it…it was your non-preferred thing in norm's lab, but you knew how it worked. You looked in the mirror, saw how messy your hair was and noticed the little dots you had on your face. This is what neteyam meant when he said you glowed in the dark too, you smiled to yourself. You missed him so much. A voice pulled you out of your thoughts. "y/n we have 10 minutes. Let's go!!!" shouted Miles from outside. You finish using the bathroom and try to fix your hair, as your braids are in disarray. You decide to undo them, leaving your hair loose. And you make a few small braids on the sides of your face. You had to do something for you, otherwise you were going to die of sadness. You were missing Kiri, she always does your hair. You come out of the bathroom and Quaritch looks at you in surprise.

His tail is wagging from side to side. You notice his behavior, and chuckle to yourself. "You look very pretty." He says as he clears his throat and walks you out. "listen little one…" miles speaks as you walk through the halls of the complex, and boy… were they depressing. " you have a tracker on your mullet, if you run away… we'll find you." Miles says, as he looks at you again. "I hadn't noticed… you can breathe this air without any problem. It's funny" and yes, it was. You could breathe human air and pandora's air without any problem. You looked Miles up and down. He noticed your action. "Do you see anything you like?" he asks arrogantly. You groan a little." Don't get excited soldier, I have my partner" Miles laughs a little." So I was right, that guy is your partner…the blue monkey" you punch him in the arm, Quaritch is shocked. "Sorry…blue monkey? Don't you dare talk about him like that" you say annoyed. "I'm sorry, I apologize" he clears his throat. "Well, he's a lucky boy." You look at quaritch curiously. This man is strange. Very very strange.

Meanwhile in the shelter in the mountains, your search attempts seemed hopeless. There was nothing. They didn't have any contacts so they could spy inside the base. If they got too close, they knew he was going to die. Neytiri and neteyam were ready to fight, but Jake begged them not to, it was risky. Jake knew you didn't want any of them to get hurt. But he was getting desperate too. Norm had no idea what to do. They were all waiting for something to happen. "We have to do something!!!" said loak, as he gets up to walk back and forth in the lab. Neteyam was sitting, distracted. One could tell how down he was. "What if some avatar comes in and pretends to be staff?" says kiri, norm shakes his head. "They have security and as soon as they see us they'll know it's us. We are fugitives" norm shakes his head. "Don't worry, we'll keep working on this, we're not going to give up" says Jake, while an annoyed Neytiri leaves the lab room. They all stand there in silence, no one is in the mood to follow anyone.

Neytiri goes to the spirit tree, it has been months since she has been here. She knelt down and connected her braid to one of the branches of the tree. And began to pray to eywa. "please eywa…. Let my daughter be safe. Let her come back to me. Let her find a soul, who will help her come back to me. No matter how long it takes, but let her come back to me. Please." Neytiri says as tears come out of her eyes. She opens her eyes and gets up to leave. She knew you were okay, but she was afraid of what they would do to you. That was her biggest fear.

Two weeks… two weeks had passed. And you were still in that horrible place. They had done many tests. Both physical and blood tests. They discovered that your DNA was different from that of the human and the navi. It was a new strand. But you shared similarities with both races. They investigated how you were able to wear your braid, although when they tried to touch it, you would not allow it. And Quaritch confronted the scientists, saying they shouldn't do anything you didn't want. You couldn't deny it, he had been very nice to you. It was as if he was someone else… you were so sure he wasn't the same man from that forest who was yelling at you not to move. Now he was kind, funny and your companion everywhere you went. You didn't trust him completely, but you had no choice.

After several tests you began to feel bad, you thought that the discomfort was because you missed your family, but no, this discomfort came from somewhere else. Your head started to hurt, you felt dizzy and you barely touched your lunch. You tried to get comfortable in your bed, but it was useless. So you decided to call Quaritch from an "emergency" button he had placed on the table. He didn't take long to arrive, and when he entered the room he saw you lying on the floor. "Hey little one… what's wrong?" he asked worriedly. "I don't know, my head is spinning" you try to explain, but you are too sick for that. Miles takes you in his arms and carries you to the nurse's office.

He's worried about you, and has been since you arrived. Even Lyle has noticed the change in the colonel's behavior, well… if he was still the colonel. His attitude was kinder, he was calmer and he was even refusing to go on some routine missions. Lyle felt like he was talking to someone else. He wasn't complaining, he liked this thousand more, he was nice, calm and he cared about others. It was weird… but Lyle knew it had something to do with you. Or something that had made him change. By chance, Lyle was walking down the hallway near the nurse's office and saw a worried Miles walking from side to side. He had his ears back and his tail was between his legs." Hey colonel, what's going on?" lyle asks him." Oh thank god you're here, y/n got really bad. I don't know what's wrong," Queritch says a little agitated. "hey, take it easy… maybe something she ate made her sick. You know she's used to navi food" lyle tries to calm miles down. "Yes, that could be it," says Miles, as he sits down on a seat outside the nurse's office. Lyle decides to join him. He didn't know what was happening to him. His colonel's heart had gone soft.

"Colonel?" speaks a scientist, coming out of the room where you were. "Yes, what happened?" Miles stood up quickly. "I don't know how to say this… I'm in shock. We did some tests. And everything was fine…until we decided to do some routine tests, you know the normal ones and…" the scientist paused. Lyle and Quaritch gave each other a worried look. It couldn't be what they thought. "The girl is pregnant." Quaritch couldn't believe what he was hearing. You were pregnant? How was that possible? "How is that possible?" Lyle asked the scientist. "Well… if she has a mate, and let's take into account that she shares similarities with the na'vis, it's possible, but you have to do other tests," says the scientist. "Do what you have to do, but carefully" says Miles, while running his hand through his hair. Lyle and Miles stand in silence, in that dark corridor. What were they going to do now?

Fun fact: Hì’i, is the name of your ilu, tuk has named her this way because she has very pretty lines on the sides of her face. Hì'i means heaven.

p.s: So what did you think of this part? I hope you like it a lot, wait for part 7… I will be uploading it very soon. A huge hug!!! <3

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[trick-or-fucking-treat]

The Knife in You Brings Out the Life in Me - Danny Johnson x Reader

Masterlist

Prologue ~

Summary:

Y/n was never close with her cousin Billy and hadn’t seen him in years, but when he shows up at her roadside home, running from the law and with a Stu on his arm, she figures it’s best to let him stay. He wouldn’t.. gut her? Right? Best not take any chances! The real kicker, however, is when their inspiration - the real and original Ghostface - shows up. She has less faith he’ll let her live if she isn’t careful.

"How could this happen? Am I dreaming again? Her body's not moving I'm assuming she's dead"

- The Greatest Story Ever Told, Ice Nine Kills

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"Fuck, Billy! What'd we do now?" Stu stressed, knife in hand, gesturing wildly.

"Well... our face is on every news station, too many people around here know who we are." Like Stu, Billy still wore his shitty dollar store Ghostface costume, albeit their masks were tossed off to the side. Both were covered in blood, Billy slightly more so, and Billy was trying to keep his cool while Stu made every effort to panic.

"Ok, so.. we need to lie low?"

"Exactly. I have a rich cousin who doesn't live far from here, but still pretty out of the way. She's a recluse, we won't be bothered there... assuming she'll take us in."

After pulling off their first couple murders scot free, Billy and Stu decided they couldn't let the thrill go. Of course it was going to bite them in the ass eventually, but how were they supposed to know karma is a cold hearted bitch? Welp! They sure do now...

Their latest victim managed to get away, and while she didn't see their faces, she was damn sure she knew the killers. The two slash happy teens had taken a hit at another one of their classmates who they weren't too fond of, and they got cocky. Gave a hint hint, wink wink, at who they were behind the masks to scare the poor victim into thinking she was going to get her guts spilled by the guys who sit across the classroom to her in chemistry. It's all part of the thrill!

Except this time the bitch got away and ran to the police.

Stu was quiet for a moment before another thought occurred to him. "What about... you know who..? How will he find us if we drop off the map?"

"For all we know Danny's watching us right now! He's probably laughing about us fucking up.. he'll find us or he won't, that's up to him. Right now we need to get out of dodge."

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Danny Johnson. The original Ghostface. Billy and Stu thought they were funny copycatting such a famous psycho. He was their role model of sorts.

Things changed when good ol' Jed Olsen started being pally with Billy and Stu, though. He was older. Sort of came out of nowhere. Knew things he shouldn't have known.

At first the pair were worried he knew what they were up to and just needed confirmation before going to the police, but Jed seemed to find it more funny than anything. He had this energy about him that made them cautious.

One night they were getting ready to start stalking another future victim (Miss run-away-and-blab-to-the-police funnily enough) when they got a phone call.

"Do you like scary movies?" The familiar staticky voice had spoken. "Who am I kidding? Of course you do! Why else would you both be starring in one? The question is... are you really the predators? Or are you actually... the prey?" The line had gone dead a moment later.

But when they shared a slightly concerned glance and decided to continue to leave for their midnight hobby, they opened the door to see a matching - though much more pristine mask  - staring back at them.

The Ghostface at the door didn't wear a cheap, scraggly, dollar store Halloween costume like Billy and Stu. He wore thick, black, sturdy material with straps and combat boots. Ohhh fuuuuuck... this guy is serious.

Danny gave them a good scare and let them fear for their lives for a while. Danny's a better killer than them. More experienced. More ruthless, and far more premeditated. But despite planning on killing them at first (they stole his entire thing, they couldn't get away with it, Danny had been planning this for a while) in the moment, he saw potential in them. Also they were a good laugh.

From then on, Danny took them under his wing and turned up when he felt like it to guide them in stalking and nurture their talent for murder.

Danny wasn't typically the kind of guy to help out other killers, especially ones who steal his likeness, but these guys had the same raw psychopathy that Danny sees in himself. And also, what the hell, he gets bored, they buy him free meals, they treat him like a god, what's not love!

And so Billy and Stu met their hero and dedicated their time to someday be as great as him. (Danny knew they'd never live up to him, he can always kill 'em when they get boring).

But now they've fucked up. Their victim got away. Danny's laughing and hiding in a bush somewhere vowing to never let them live it down. And Billy and Stu are hitching a ride to Billy's cousins place, hoping y/n will look past the blood and murder and let them crash for a little while.

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A/N: ok this is the prologue for my new fic! Now I know I've written fuck all in a long time, and I apologise to anyone who's been waiting on updates to my other fics if you've read any, but I've got to go where the inspiration takes me!

I hope you enjoyed this little intro and please leave a comment if you have any ideas!

Have a great day/night,

~ trick-or-fucking-treat

[invye]

How They Met [3/3] - CoraShanks

[CoraMiShanks Fix It AU]

I think it's time I write up my thoughts about how exactly Mihawk, Shanks and Rosinante met and outline the start of what will become their relationship. And since I am pathologically incapable of writing short posts, I'll cut it into three, so I can take my time.

Mihawk & Shanks [link]

Mihawk & Rosinante/Corazón [link]

Rosinante & Shanks [this post]

- Rosinante/Corazón & Shanks -

Shanks learns about Rosinante from Mihawk pretty much immediately after the whole fake boyfriends act becomes a thing. Shanks also is the person who dubs them 'fake boyfriends' in the first place, right after he picked himself up from where he was on the floor laughing (Mihawk's indignant look was just too funny when they both knew that Mihawk getting involved in the Warlord drama was entirely under his control and only a matter of time). They don't come into personal contact until months later, when Corazón decides to make use of the contact burning a hole in his pocket.

It's the kids. Literal kids wanting to join Doffy's crew. And Corazón doesn't know what to do to keep them away. He's not naturally intimidating, one of the things Hawkeyes criticised about him, and he knows Sengoku won't have any helpful ideas. So he calls Mr Unsettling Stare in hopes of getting a tip or two.

There is silence when the line connects, just the snail staring right into his soul emulating Hawkeyes. Because of course Mihawk wouldn't never speak first. And while Corazón assumes that Mihawk is most likely alone, he doesn't know if it is safe for him to speak. So he taps the snail three times. The snail's look gains a hint of confusion. Then: "Ah. Rosinante." And before Rosinante can say or do anything, the snail's expression changes as it picks up a different voice, displaying a brilliant smile that says: "It's your fake boyfriend?!"

Rosinante watches the snail shift expressions back and forth. "I told you not to call him that." "What, should I drop the 'fake'?" (The snail transmits a wink and Rosinante doesn't know if it was directed at him or Hawkeyes.) "I would never address any romantic relationship, no matter its legitimacy, as my 'boyfriend'." "Ah, excuse me, sir, may I inquire if that is your fake partner on the line, so I may have a word with him?" "... No." "Oh come on Hawkeyes, someone needs to give him a fake shovel talk!!" And Rosinante can't help but laugh. It's the first time he's genuinely laughed in what feels like months.

The snail exchanges a confused and amused look with itself and then follows a short scuffle during which its counterpart seems to leave Mihawk's hands. A minute later Rosinante finds himself having a humorous (and slightly flirty??) conversation with this other person, who is pleasantly surprised because Mihawk told him about the couple act but apparently not about the mute act, and then openly proceeds to tell Rosinante that he's a little jealous that Rosinante got to kiss Hawkeyes first ("what do you think are all the homoerotic duels for?") which somehow ends in Rosinante joking that he's more than willing to share Hawkeyes, and the mystery guy on the other end of the line laughing and saying: "I will absolutely hold you to that!"

The conversation is cut short by Mihawk straight up cutting through whatever hiding place he had found with a dangerous growl of "Red" and then proceeding to thoroughly beat Red(?) in what amounts to multiple minutes of the sound of clashing blades and Red cursing under his breath as he loses ground.

It's only when Mihawk has regained the transponder snail and launched Red somewhere into the ocean ("tell your fake partner I like hiiiiiim!!"), and apologises for 'the idiot's behaviour that Rosinante connects the duels and the colour red and the public (probably only half correct) knowledge about Mihawk's years old 'rivalry' and realises he was just talking to Red Haired Shanks. The Red Emperor. One of the most dangerous men on the Grand Line. And they had joked and vaguely flirted and jokingly (???) agreed to share Mihawk. Holy shit.

It's years later and Cora-san has a huge problem. Law is sick. Not Amber Lead sick, he still has at least three months, they still have time. But a cold sick, and Cora has no idea how dangerous it is to already weakened Law. And Law can't tell him because he's been delirious with his fever for the past day.

Desperate for help, advice, anyone, anything, Cora calls Mihawk. Mihawk is all the way down in the South Blue. Mihawk calls him back five minutes later and tells him to stay exactly where they are squatting in an abandoned house. It's not like Cora can take Law into the icy North Blue winter like this anyway.

It's 24 hours later and Rosinante finds himself aiming a pistol at a red-head, distinctive scars over his eye, strawhat hanging off his back, his hands raised. There is a gun aimed at Rosinante too ("Take it down, he's protecting his kid, Benn.").

"Corazón," Red Haired Shanks says, with a gentle smile. "Red Emperor," Cora answers, lifting his pistol as Benn takes down his gun. "No need for titles here; Shanks, if you would." "... Rosinante." Shanks nods. Rosinante nods. Shanks begins to take down his hands, nods to his right. "Benn, first mate, a little overprotective." He doesn't get to introduce the other person with him as Law lunges at him.

Rosinante has never felt this much panic in his life. By whatever miracle he manages to grab Law out of the air, clutch him close to his chest, turn them around and crouch low to the ground in the span of a second. He doesn't know just how overprotective Benn is. But he'll take all the bullets to his back if it means Law stays unharmed.

Rosinante is not being shot. Law struggles in his arms (way too weakly) yelling about protecting Cora-san from everyone before he devolves into another coughing fit. There's movement at his side, someone crouching down next to them. "Name's Hongo, ship doctor." "I'm my own doctor," Law rasps out. "Oh are you?" Hongo smiles, but his eyes are analytical, cataloguing all the signs of illness he can see. "Then you can tell me exactly since when you've been symptomatic." They devolve into medicine talk Cora can't understand. Law seems to challenge every word Hongo says, and Cora wants to tell him to stop criticising the person here to help him, but it's the most engaged Law has been with anything in days.

When Shanks' hand lands on his shoulder, Rosinante allows himself to be pulled away from Law's side, let Hongo do his job. Benn is leaning next to the door, arms crossed, eyes closed, but undoubtedly guarding the exit. Or entrance. Rosinante isn't sure. Shanks sits them down at the dingy old table and hands Rosinante a bottle of something beautifully alcoholic. If he wasn't dealing with the Red Emperor, Rosinante would have asked for a hug and a shoulder to cry on. Instead he accepts the drink and thanks Shanks for coming. Apologises for the inconvenience. Doesn't manage to hold back the tears.

Shanks shakes his head and pulls Rosinante into a hug anyway. "Hawkeyes is the best judge of character I know. You're worth much more than just coming here when we were already close by. Hongo will do everything he can, and then the Red Force will take you to your next stop. You don't have to go it all alone."

[mellifluous1melodies1]

Playing Pretend

Before Sylus I didn’t even LOOK at another love interest in LND. Obviously, that has changed. 

Warnings: Smut, Guns, Fighting, Slight blood mention, light choking, 

Synopsis: You and Sylus go to a black market ball in the N109 Zone where together you must retrieve the other half of the Aether core before someone else does. The success from your mission allows you to finally resonate with Sylus. 

A/N: *Loosely based off the Roleplay chapter with Sylus. MC is black afab but you can change the appearance as you like. I just figured I’d write for someone who looks like me since its hard to find on here :) Please like and or repost if you enjoy this! That way I can write more if people are interested in reading this. *

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The mirror in the dimly lit room captures the uneasy expression plaguing your face. The night grew darker and you hadn’t moved from the spot before the mirror, staring at the ball gown that clung to your body. A long breath escapes between your lips as you hold your curly hair up in a makeshift bun on the top of your head. Dissatisfied, you let it down, letting your hair cascade down your bare back as you try several different styles to better flatter the gown Sylus had made for you. Your fingers play with the crimson lace and black embroidery that decorated it, highlighting her curvy figure. 

Sylus’ presence is felt before you even notice him standing behind you in the mirror. “You wear it well.” His low voice reverberates through the room. He towers over you, straightening his matching suit, studying his reflection as well as your own. The perfectly tailored suit matched him perfectly, exuding his intense aura and power as his fingers shifted a stray piece of his silver hair from his face.“The limo is ready. As am I."His voice had a hint of impatience despite trying to hide it.

“The door was locked.” You grumbled in response, still playing around with your hair. 

“It’s my house. Nothing’s ever really locked.” He leans close to your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. 

“What’s the plan exactly?” You turn with a heavy sigh, crossing your arms over your chest. 

In his hand was a long pistol, one of Sylus’ own guns that rivaled your very own. “Keep this with you. I’ll tell you the plan when we get there.” 

Your eyes look up at him then back at the long pistol. Carefully, you take the weapon, slipping on the safety as you walk over to the king sized bed. You lift your leg onto the ottoman at the food of the bed, lifting your dress from the ground until your honey thighs peeked out at him. Sylus’ ruby eyes trail up and down your long legs, him watching you clip the gun to your thigh holster. You hide your legs back under your gown once you were sure the gun was safely attached. “How am I supposed to fight in a dress like this?”You quizzed, ruffling the hem.  

“Not everything needs to end in a fight, sweetie.” Sylus winks. 

“I am a hunter, unless you forgot. And you still haven’t told me the plan. You don’t have one do you?” You narrow your eyes at him, the soft lighting in the room only illuminating half his face, but you could still read him like a book. 

“I have a plan.” He states, clearing his throat and fixing the tie around his neck. “You just need to follow my lead.” Exiting the room, Sylus stops right by you, leaning forward as he looks right into your eyes. His eyes stare through yours, lingering for a moment before they fall down onto your figure one last time. When he looks back up at you again, he stands up straight. “Wear your hiar up. You can show off your earrings.” He suggests, before leaving the bedroom, shutting the grand doors behind him. 

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“Nice plan!” Your sass rings through the now empty ballroom, painted red with the blood of your enemies. The once extravagant ball had now been cleaned out with tables knocked over and bullet holes decorating the walls and dead bodies. Your heeled foot was perched on the still body of a man in an all white suit, a red stain erupting from his chest. The barrel of your gun was smoking as it pointed at the top railings of the ballroom, where you successfully shot a man down from the high angle. 

“Yeah, well he wasn’t supposed to be here.”On the other end of the ballroom, Sylus stood from his kneeled position, checking the pulse of the man he just knocked out underneath a fallen chandelier. “We need to go. Now!” Sylus’ voice was hurried, almost panicked as he pulls out a lighter from the dead man’s pocket. Quickly, he flicks a small flame to life, pressing it against the giant curtains that covered the blacked out windows. A fire erupts almost instantly, spreading through the grand hall before you could even object. 

“But the aether core!” You watch Sylus as he storms towards you, grabbing you by the waist as he leads you towards the doors where all the remaining survivors fled. 

“We got it!” He tells you through gritted teeth. “Kieran and Luke will take care of it. We just need to get out of here.” He glances down at you, checking you briefly for any injuries.

Sylus guides you to the front entrance where a black limo screeches to a stop at the bottom of the diamond staircase. With his hand on the small of your back, Sylus opens the last door for you, letting you crawl inside as he intensely watches your surroundings. Before he could even shut the door with you both inside, the limo takes off at high speeds down the roads back to the mansion. 

“How did that go so wrong?” You managed to catch your breath, counting your remaining two bullets in his gun that you never loosened your grip on. 

The last thing you remembered before the fight ensued was a man with a heavy entourage interrupting your waltz with Sylus. The annoying guests and bright lights began to blur as you two enjoyed a quiet dance to the string band that played for the guests. 

Sylus only took his eyes off you when the small moment of peace disappeared when a man in an emerald green suit joined the party, six guards in all white suits following him closely. Sylus was able to spot more white suits high up in the balconies, standing with her hands holding something concealed on their hips. “We may have trouble.” Sylus whispers into your neck. 

“Wha” Before you could even ask for further clarification, Slyus spun you away into the arms of a stranger to approach the man in the green suit. 

Uninterested in your new dance partner, you leave him to stand by the drink table to watch them chat for a while. The conversation seemed tense from the distance you stood on the dance floor, but Sylus made sure to give you a soft glance every once in a while to ensure your safety from the people around you. 

Then, everything flipped like a switch. 

When your back was turned. One of the guards in the white suits had placed his hand on your soldier, whispering too close to you for comfort. “Come with us and no one will get hurt.”

At the sight of his hand touching you, the room erupted into havoc as Sylus began to beat and kill anything that stood in his path that threatened to harm you. 

And now you were barely escaping, unscathed in his limo back to his mansion. “How did that go so wrong?” You racked your brain for an answer. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong. He just showed up…even I couldn’t have predicted that.” 

“Who’s he?” 

“My old partner.” Sylus admits, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “He knew I was coming here tonight…” 

“Your old…partner?” You wait for clarification. “Are you enemies now? What happened?” 

“Don’t worry about it.” he huffs. “We got the core and we’re both alive. That alone is something to celebrate.” You slouch in the backseat of the limo, finally able to breathe when the vehicle pulls up to Sylus’ mansion. You reach for the door, when he grabs your wrist, stopping you. “Wait…”You hear the doors lock.  

“What?” You grunt, having enough of being grabbed for one night. 

“Just stay…” he requests. “I just wanna enjoy the presence of a pretty girl in a pretty dress for a little while longer.” Sylus admits, his voice softer than ever in a hushed tone. He wipes his gun clean with a handkerchief, closing his eyes to bask in the silence. 

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The night led you both to the balcony of Sylus’ bedroom. He finally had bid you goodnight, but your feet carried you to his bedroom where he overlooked the n109 zone from his bedroom. A town where daylight never seemed to reach and where darkness always seemed to follow those who lived there. 

The moonlight cast a silver glow over him, highlighting his built figure. He didn’t move when he heard his bedroom door open, but you knew he was aware of your presence. Still in your gown from the night, you touch Sylus’ back, a small greeting to let him know you had joined him on the terrace. He leaned forward onto the railing not speaking a word until you opened your mouth first. 

“I thought I locked my door.” Sylus interrupts you, making you forget what you were going to say to him. 

“You said so yourself. Nothing is ever really locked in here.” You smirk, leaning against the balcony railing. 

“Surprised you’re not asleep.” He states, taking a peek at you still wearing your gown. 

You shrug. “How could I? My adrenaline is still pumping from tonight.” You admit. “Plus…I wanted to know where you wanted me to leave your dress.” Your fingers play in the ruffles of the gown. 

“Keep it. It looks better on you than it will on me.” Sylus chuckles lightly in the night. 

“You saying I look pretty?” With a smug smile, you twirl in the dress, waiting for a response from him. 

With a gleam in his eyes he watches you spin, standing up straight to elimnate more space between the two of you. “Beautiful.” he corrects. “It’s a shame the night was ruined with a gun fight.” 

“It wasn’t ruined.” you tell him. “Pretending with you was fun…before all the shooting and explosions.” You hide a smile, tucking a loose curl behind your ear. 

“I know.” Sylus adds, “Turns out you’re a great actress. Thought about kissing you at one point to really seal the deal.” He eyes turn to overlook the gloomy city again, hiding his flushed cheeks. 

“Why didn’t you?” You cock your head to the side, this time, you stepping closer to him. 

“I didn’t want everyone to see you slap me in the middle of the ballroom floor.” He admits, scratching the back of his head. 

“I wouldn’t have…I probably would’ve let you.” You clear your throat, fearful of the words you just let slip your lips. 

“Probably?” he teases. 

“Would’ve.” You correct. 

“What about now?” Sylus’ voice drops to a whisper as he steps forward, his fingertips slowly tracing circles on your exposed shoulders. His eyes searched yours for any clue of hesitation, but only found the mirrored look of desire. Slowly, Sylus’ hand reaches to your face, his long fingers caressing your cheek as the moonlight dances against your skin. Your heart flutters at his touch as the air between you crackles in anticipation. 

Your fingers find his waist, testing the waters as you pull his body against yours. Scared that his words would ruin the moment, Sylus just listened to the sound of his own heart beating viciously as he stared into your eyes. A sudden wave of bravery entered his body and Sylus longed to feel his lips on yours. He intertwines your fingers with his, “Your hands are shaking. You’re not terrified of me, right?” He teases, your eyes dark with lust. Without taking another second to hesitate, Sylus finally presses his lips to yours, both of your eyes closing at the same time. Your mouths move together in a sense of tenderness and urgency, unsaid words and emotions pouring out into the kiss. Desperately, you pull him in closer, using the small window of opportunity of when he looked down at you to catch a breath. 

Your hands move up towards his face, your small fingers tracing shapes along his jawline. You crash your lips onto his, sliding your tongue in between his lips, swirling them around each others. With Sylus greedy hands sliding up and down your back now, he discovers the zipper on the back of your dress, yanking it down. 

The sleeves begin to fall off your shoulders and you pull back to catch your breath. Slyus uses this moment to kiss on your neck and shoulders allowing you to pull down your own dress as you start to kiss him down to his growing length through his slacks. 

“Someone’s eager.” His velvety voice causes shivers to run down your spine. 

“Why don’t you give it a kiss?” Sylus  suggests, allowing you to unzip his dark slacks to free him from his briefs. 

You stick out your tongue right as he springs into your face. Not letting his size intimidate you, you let your tongue roll along his shaft, testing the waters with his girth. As you pull your head back, your tongue caresses his tip, causing him to grip onto your bun at the overwhelming sensation. A wince leaves his mouth and his eyes cut down at you. He guides your mouth onto his dick as you slide nearly his entire length into your mouth, gagging as his tip hits the back of your mouth. He couldn’t help but chuckle as his fingers wrap around your curls in your hair, the sound of your gagging causing him to smile. “That’s it…” He growls as you bob your head up and down his length, covering his dick with your slob. Your eyes slowly trail up to find his, filled with a gleam of passion. “I love when you look up at me with those pretty eyes.” His lips curl upward into a smile as he tosses his head back, you taking his inches into your mouth. 

“Yeah?” you release his length from your mouth with a pop, knowing when you responded it drove him crazy. 

“Oh, kitten.” Sylus begins to rub his hands along his own chest as you brought him closer and closer to the edge. “You know that beautiful mouth makes me aggressive…” Using your bun, he begins to shove you face farther and farther down his shaft, causing you to emit a loud gagging sound whenever he touches the back of your throat. “You wanna make me cum?” He raises an eyebrow, waiting for your doe eyes to meet his.  His voice was husky and deep as he spoke down to you, almost enough to make you cum already. 

“Yes,” You beg, your own spit dripping down your chin as you try and pump the remainder of his length your mouth couldn't reach with your hands. 

“Yes?” His voice teases, causing your pussy to drip more from just speaking to you. “Yes, what?” He waits for clarification. 

“Yes, sir.” You correct, taking the moment to breathe as he lets you release his dick from your mouth. Your glossy eyes meet his and Sylus forces you to your feet but simply touching your chin with his pointer finger. His hands wipe the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes. Your lips snatch his in a deep kiss again and Sylus begins to slip out of his shoes and his slacks. With his hands now exploring your body, Slyus begins to caress your thighs, jumping up for him to catch you. Your legs wrap around his waist, you completely falling out of your dress. With careful steps, Sylus guides you into his bedroom, leaving the balcony doors open to allow the night breeze to cool you both off. 

You sit yourself up on your elbows as he tosses you onto the bed, freeing your hair from your updo. You watch him bite down on his lip, fully encapsulating your almost naked body posing before him. Seductively, you unclasp your bra, letting your breasts free, allowing him to take a longer look at your figure. Teasing him, you carefully draw around his abs with your bare feet, waiting for him to finish undressing before he joins you on the California king. 

Sylus nearly crashed onto the bed, planting kisses all over your body. One by one, he takes your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them and sucking on them until you moan from the pleasure. Your fingers get lost in his silver hair as you await for the moment your lips meet his again.

That moment only lasted so long before Sylus found himself peppering you with open mouth kisses down your chest and to the hemline of your lace underwear. “May I kiss you here?” He requests. 

“Please.” You breathe, squirming under his touch. 

“Please?” Sylus raises an eyebrow at you. “Never knew you were one to beg.” 

No problem for him, he presses a kiss right on top of the lace, before sliding his finger underneath the underwear to grant himself access. His warm tongue licks a strip down your labia, causing you to not only gasp at the sudden contact but also curse aloud. “Shit…” Sylus nearly buries his lips into your pussy, sucking hard on your clit and momentarily rolling circles around it with his tongue. “With his eyes closed, he devours your pussy, praising your taste with every chance he got as he made you feel good from just his tongue. 

His hands find his way up unto your breasts, sliding underneath your bra to play with your hard nipples, arousing you further. “Fuck you taste so good…” he moans, switching to kitten licks on your already swollen clit. 

Abruptly, you sit up, watching him from above as he works to make you cum.You pull at his hair, gasping as butterflies begin to enter your stomach as your breath quickened. Sylus slips one finger into your entrance, curling it forward to further apply pressure to your g spot. “Fuckkk…Sy, I don’t know what you’re doing but keep doing it.” You beg him, him smirking at the sudden nickname. Gripping at the sheets, you beg for Sylus to continue to his speed patterns as he focuses to make you cum. The overwhelming euphoric experience stole her words from her, but her moans were more than enough to use as fuel to keep Sylus going. 

“Don’t cum yet, sweetie.” Sylus’ voice was in your ear now as he removes his face from your heat. He places his body right on top of you, carefully sliding his tip up and down your slit as he hums in your ear. You whimper as his length enters you, nearly bulging from outside your stomach. He smirks, burying himself deep inside you before nearly pulling out completely. “I love that noise you make.” He kisses your forehead, as you desperately pine for his lips again. Again, slowly, he thrusts himself into you, causing you to moan underneath his touch, every thrust making you weaker and weaker to him. Your knees buckle as he playfully hits your g spot. “You feel me right here..?” His tip causes your body to fly upwards, nearly crashing your faces together. 

Sylus grabs your wrists, pinning you down onto the bed. “Aht. Aht.” He smacks his tongue. “You can handle it…” his low sultry voice convinces you as your body shakes with his throbbing dick inside you. “See? You take me so well.” he praises, listening to your whimpers that fell from your pouty lips directly into his ears. From even the smallest touch, your eyes roll back at the pleasure he brought you from simply pumping in and out of your pussy. “Keep moaning for me. Tell me how good I’m making you feel.” Sylus instructs, lifting your legs over his shoulders as he deepens himself inside you,despite you thinking he couldn’t go any further. 

Your nails dig into his back as you reach between your bodies to finger your throbbing clit. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” Sylus removes your hand from your box, pinning it back up onto the pillows as he thrusts harder into you. “God…you feel so good.” Instead, his hand finds himself flicking your clit in a way that made you moan louder than you were before. “You like that?” He questions, his eyes opening to peek at the pleasure written on your face. When you don’t answer, he grows annoyed, repeating the question. “Talk to me.”He sings, his fingering gets faster and stronger with his thrusts. “Answer me, kitten.” 

Your walls squeeze around him as you threaten to cum soon. Forcing out just even a small sentence, you manage to answer him, “Y-yes…I like it-” Your hands search for anything to grab onto you, until you finally find his shoulders. They ground you and evidently pull your body even closer to his in a way neither of you thought was possible.

“You’re easy to please.” His voice rasps as his own moans get louder and louder the closer he brought you both to your orgasms. His hands manage to cover each one of your ass cheeks as he spreads them apart, thrusting deeper and deeper into you. “I can feel you getting ready to cum all over me…” Sylus manages out between his heavy moans as he pumps faster and faster.“Fine. I’ll be generous and let you cum first.”His own pleasure caused his voice to waver slightly. “Tell me when.” he orders, using his hand that isn't satisfying your clit to force you to look up at him. His red eyes gleamed as he maintained eye contact with you.  You want to pull at his hair, but your hands find themselves intertwining with his. 

“I’m gonna cum…” Your legs threaten to close as your orgasm creeps out of you, causing you to scream his name louder, unafraid if anyone else inside the mansion hears. “Sylus! I’m cumming! ” His hands slam together with yours, tightening your grip as a white light begins to wisp between your palms together as you finally are able to resonate with him in this intimate moment. With heavy shallow breaths Sylus continues to pump his length in and out of you as your body begs to be freed, your orgasm spreading through your body in jerky movements. 

With you already riding your orgasm, he uses your overstimulated pussy to bring himself to the edge. He kisses your neck, sending his head flying back as his eyes roll. “You’re gonna make me cum…” he tells you, pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips and bringing one of his hands to your throat, only tightening his grip slightly. The slapping sounds of your thighs echo throughout the bedroom as you pull on his hair, begging for a breather. Your eyes lock together, your foreheads pressing together. “Look at me when I cum…” he begs, just as desperate as you seemed when your orgasm fought its way out of you. His voice rasps as he gushes out thick, creamy ropes inside of you. With his body convulsing on top of yours, his eyes never leave yours as his orgasm rips through him. “Take it. Take it!” Too weak to pull out of you, he lets his load fill you up inside as he screams your name into his neck. His cums creep down his shaft from inside your pussy lips as he carefully pulls out from inside of you. His breathing has evened out as he slumps onto you on top of the sheets. With deep kisses and some incoherent mumbling in between, Sylus was finally able to pull out of you completely. His sheets become drench in his cum as well as yours as he caresses your sweaty thighs, pressing kisses to them as he soothes you. “You’re shaking…you can relax now.” He hums, kissing your head and holding you to his chest. 

Sylus takes you in his arms, lying you both down onto his bed. Petting your head and tracing shapes on your sweating body, he manages to calm you along with the song of his heartbeat into your ear. 

“Maybe we should play pretend more often.” You suggest, kissing his toned chest as his breathing had finally stilled. 

“Oh, kitten.” His hands play with your fingertips. “You’re getting more and more interesting.” Sylus admits before pulling you on top of his naked body, sliding himself inside you once more. 

[certainlynotasimp]

I bring forth many more incorrect Sunny and Migs quotes!

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Miguel: Is something burning?

Sunny, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

Miguel: Sunny, the toaster is literally on fire.

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Miguel: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Sunny: It was autocorrect.

Miguel: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?

Sunny: Yes.

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Miguel: I owe you one.

Sunny: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

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Sunny: That was so hot, Miguel.

Miguel: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.

Sunny: I'm so in love with you.

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Sunny: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Miguel, joking: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

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[When Miggy and Sunny finally get engaged, to the rest of the spider crew]

Miguel: We’re getting married, bitches!

Sunny: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.

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Miguel: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.

Sunny: Wow. They sound stupid.

Miguel: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense.

Sunny: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”

Miguel: I guess you’re right. Hey Sunny, I love you.

Sunny: See! Just say that!

Miguel: Holy fucking shit.

Sunny: If that flies over their head then, sorry Miguel, but they're too dumb for you.

Miguel: Sunny...

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Sunny: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning.

Miguel: This is a lie.

Miguel: I'm literally dating them. This is a lie.

Miguel: THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.

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Miguel: I want to be with you for the rest of my life.

Sunny: Damn, that sounds like a marriage proposal.

Miguel, getting down on one knee: That's 'cause it is.

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Miguel: I like your new pants!

Sunny: Thanks, they were 50% off!

Miguel: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks*

Sunny: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.

Miguel: That’s… not what I meant.

Sunny: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Miguel.

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Miguel walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Sunny, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK.

Sunny, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

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Sunny: Miguel and I are no longer dating.

Miguel: Sunny, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married.

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Sunny: Hey, wanna take a shower with me?

Miguel: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shoot me. Because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

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Miguel: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Sunny: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely*

Miguel: That one. I want that one.

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Sunny: Are we fighting or flirting?

Miguel: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-!

Sunny: Your point?

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Miguel: I am so cool. I am an absolute Chad. I am the epitome of coolness and awesomeness—!

Sunny: Hi.

Miguel: *melts down in a flustered heap of softness*

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Miguel: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you?

Sunny: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out in bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

I’m not even gonna add on to this glorious post other than I’m proud🥹