#(Doing what he thinks it right is not always the same as doing what is right objectively)

[ghouljams]

Big, scary guy and small, frilly dog is such a powerful combo. And you're completely right that Simon would be swimming in pussy. As a dog lover I would absolutely be kneeling down to greet a darling Cavalier, bombarding Simon with a million questions.

"What's her name?" "How long have you had her?" "Oh, she's so well behaved. Such a sweet girl." "She has such a nice coat, you must take good care of it." "Do you usually walk in this neighborhood? Maybe I'll see you two around!" "I swear I could just eat her up! If you're not careful I might steal her and bring her home with me."

Meanwhile, Simon is standing there looking as intimidating as ever as I fuss over his dog.

You see him walking around the neighborhood, stopping in the same shops in the evening, the same cafe at night. Always with a little copper Cavalier trotting beside him, little pink bows on her ears matching the thin pink leash that's hooked lazily around his wrist. Sometimes he has a shop bag in his other hand, sometimes not, but always the god walking beside him. Her little legs tip-tapping as fast as she can manage to keep up with his long strides.

And every evening when you pass him on your way home you stop to coo over the little dog. "Commander," he'd told you when you first stopped to scratch her tiny head. You figured it was one of those compromises that men often have with their girlfriends, "you can pick the dog but I get to name it." Choosing something that felt masculine to make up for the frou-frou dog. It didn't matter to you, it was easier to let your guard down around a man you assumed was already taken.

Crouch to scratch the dog's tiny chin, giving Ghost a nice view down your shirt. Never once thinking twice about bending over to pet her little head, or smiling at the big man in the skull printed mask.

"What a good girl you are," you coo at Commander, as she leans into your hand, "I could just eat you up, you're so sweet."

"You like sweets, pup?" Ghost rumbles, deep voice sliding thick down your spine.

"I bet you do," You squeeze her little face in your hand, "I bet daddy gets you pup cups when he goes to the cafe, doesn't he?"

"Wasn' talkin' t'the dog." You glance up at him, heat flashing over your face as you meet his eye. "Gonna keep callin' me daddy, pup, or d'you got somewhere t'be?"

[lon3lystarr]

run, lassie , run

•pairing: remmick x fem!reader

•summary: y/n always inspired to be a musician. music called her in ways nothing ever called before, her soul yearned greatly to create beautifully crafted melodies. she was determined to and she would do anything in power to have her music being heard.

•warnings: vampirism, blood,physical affection, setting is around the 1930’s, cursing, the use of y/n, y/n is a little stupid but this is fiction, a lot of flirty name calling, mentions of saliva and blood, “i love you” WIIIIILL be in this story, this may be a little lengthy, i didn’t proofread so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos ://

•a/n: i just watched sinners for a second time…don’t judge me

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the perfectly hand crafted guitar heavy in her palms. y/n has always wanted to express herself through hums and melodies, wanting to embrace the gorgeous tones her grandfather once played for her in her youth, it seemed like her grandfather was the only one who supported her and her musical talent, he always spoke of how she was born with a powerful and strong voice. the kind of spiritual pull that brought multiple generations, spirits of several ancestors and different cultures together. she was greatly gifted and she knew it, her grandfather knew it, everyone knew it..even ones she didn’t know was listening in the cold shadows.

y/n found herself singing for the children in town daily, it was a routine created to bring a little joy to the innocent. young faces lit brightly when they spotted her with her polished dark cherry colored guitar in her hands, smile painted on her lips as she walked to her regular spot away from the rest of the townsfolk, right under a big longleaf tree, the harsh sun rays being block as the wind was sweet and refreshing “well aren’t i glad to see my sweet little birdies” y/n kindly said to the group of giddy kids, small voices shouting out “hi’s” and “hello’s” to y/n sitting all around her in a semi circle “what do y’all wanna hear today hmm?” asked y/n, fingers on the slim neck of the guitar, the little voices around her all seemed to go quiet, thinking before yelling out “this little light of mine” y/n knew that was going to be their answer, that was one of their favorite songs she sang to them. with a gentle smile she began to play the first cords of the song, her finger softly playing the guitar as she sang in a mellowed voice.

the kids in front of her clapped their tiny hands as y/n finished the song they recommended, they gave y/n tight hugs before they ran off to attend their chores for the day, y/n did the same while her guitar was glued to her side. by the time she finished with her chores the sun started to set, the sky bursting with shades of orange and yellow glowing mississippi one last time before nightfall. y/n sang the whole way back home, singing gave her a sense of peace and relief, an escape from the reality she had to endure everyday since birth, the lyrics flowing out her lips smoothly and quietly, the birds chirping, flying and soaring around over her head spontaneously and carefree without stress or worry in the slightest, must be nice.

y/n finally reached her home, it wasn’t much, just a small one level wooden house that was just on the outskirts of town, far from civilization and society but she liked it that way, she didn’t need to worry about how loud she was singing or during the late hours of the night she was up singing to the insects right outside of her home. it was like her own little world and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

while y/n lit some candles to bring light to the empty icy house, she sang under her breath, the same song she sang for the kids in town, she was finally settling down and peeling off the clothes she wore for the day into the long airy lightweight off-white nightgown, the wooden floors creaking and groaning under her weight as she made her way out onto her front porch with her guitar in hand, the swinging bench covered in a wool blanket comfortable, welcoming and warm. she sat down and started playing the song she’s been practicing for weeks now, this was her nightly routine for the past couple of nights so tonight wasn’t any different.

as her voice flowed with the cool night air she suddenly felt eyes on her, of course there wasn’t anyone around for miles but something in her gut told her she wasn’t alone, maybe she was paranoid or maybe someone did hear her singing and decided to listen, either way she continued singing and playing until the end of the song, playing the last chord of the song silence now heavy in the air, the night sky dark with no stars or clouds just the big round pale white moon centered in the sky, it was the only light provided. y/n closed her eyes to enjoy the peaceful silence for a while, the stillness put her mind at ease, it felt like a reassuring hug tell her that everything will be fine, everything will go the way she so desperately hoped it would, hopefully

“darlin’ what ya doing here outside all alone?”

a voice spoke, cutting smoothly and coyly, the voice was deep and masculine his accent very pronounced. at first y/n able to see the figure that spoke but the figure suddenly stepped closer to her and she was able to match the voice to a face. he was handsome, his skin pore-less and pale slightly glistened with a thin layer of sweat, his dark brown hair clung to his forehead as the ends of it curled in every direction, his lips chapped but still rosy red “cat’s got ya tongue huh sweetheart” he stated like he already knew the response to that “just a little surprised that’s all sir” y/n spoke, voice airy and standoffish “oh no need to speak so formal, i’m Remmick. what’s your name hm?” he asked, smile wide and inviting “i’m y/n..” she replied while gripping the neck of her guitar a little tighter “well y/n i must say you have the most beautiful voice, truly one of a kind darlin’ i heard it from down the road, i had to hear a little closer” Remmick said, his smile becoming more softer “thank you so much, i greatly appreciate that remmick” y/n replied kindly, her heart jumped a little from the compliment, it felt just as genuine as her grandfather’s compliments he once gave her “you know..i play a little as well, not as beautifully as you but i’m sure i can manage. may i sit with you?” remmick asked respectfully, he waited for y/n to answer “yes you may, i would love to have a second voice singing with me” y/n said, smiling the first time tonight.

remmick gently sat next to her on the rocking bench, his banjo sitting in his lap while y/n’s guitar in hers. remmick recommended a song she knew all too well, a song she only played for her grandfather when he still had a beating heart, she was glad someone else knew the song and knew the chords of it, while they both sang together, voices harmonizing she felt a little closer to him, yeah that was stupid to think but that’s how she felt at the time. the last lyrics flowed out of their lips as, the song came to an end “you have a talent that’s powerful, when you sing i feel it in my bones song bird” remmick sweetly remarked, his eyes shining with admiration and interest “what’s stopping ya from getting out of this place and becomin’ big?” remmick asked, confusion and curiosity present in his tone “well the only audience i have is the kids in town, i used to sing for my grandpa but may god rest his soul passed on a couple of years ago…so i’m just here in mississippi playin’ for whoever wants to listen” y/n replied, she knew the thought of becoming bigger was ridiculous, she didn’t even know where to go if she wanted to live out her dream “my condolences honey…i didn’t mean to bring ya down. it’s just confusin’ to know you haven’t made a name for ya self.” remmick said, his voice tender and comforting “i’ve had an amazing time singing and sitting with you…tomorrow night will ya be out here again?” he asked, sliding closer to y/n’s form “i enjoyed spendin’ time with you too and yes, i’ll be here, like always” she replied, her eyes gazing into his, their body heat swirling around one another from how close they were sitting together “you don’t mind me joinin’ you again?” the brown haired male asked, he slowly raised his right hand to gently lift the sleeve of her nightgown back onto her shoulder, y/n shuddered from the sensation from his cold hand, the hand covered in scars, the pink skin tissue looked raw like it still needed some time to heal, he softly caressed her silky skin still looking at her moon lit face, mesmerized “i don’t mind at all” y/n whispered her reply, as if there was anyone else around to hear them “well we have a deal then darlin’. see you tomorrow night” remmick said, sliding his hand down her arm to her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers then planting a small kiss onto the back of it, he then rises from the bench and into the dark shadows of the night, leaving nothing but the butterflies in her stomach from their interaction.

many many months passed with y/n and remmick meeting up every night. singing and talking the night away, it became an easy routine to follow especially when it’s remmick who’s keeping her company. y/n didn’t mind spending time with him, the cool night breeze kissing her cheeks as she listened to his soothing voice talking about his past experiences and his future aspirations, it was nice to just listen to him speak about something he’s passionate about “and that’s when i decided to learn how to play the banjo, i wanted to feel that spark i was missin’ in my life and music makes me feel that spark. you understand right honey?” remmick said, turning his attention to her, waiting for her response but it never came, y/n just stared at him with her shiny eyes “somethin’ on my face sweetheart?” remmick asked, laughing softly “no no, sorry just deep in thought…but i was listenin’ to what you were saying” y/n said, she didn’t want him assuming that she wasn’t listening, she always listened to him “deep in thought huh? what ya thinking’ about?” remmick asked, curiosity eating away at him “whether or not i should give singin’ a real chance. ever since i was just a little girl i always dreamt of being something big and i’d do anything to get my name out there but..maybe i should give up…maybe that’s not my future aspiration” y/n explained, she started loosing hope in her talent, sitting with her thoughts wasn’t the healthiest “don’t say that. don’t give up. it’ll be a waste of beautiful talent if ya do, you need to follow that dream and make it reality…i can help…i can promise you the future you desired since younger” remmick spoke, assurance and certainty laced in his words “and how will ya help remmick? don’t make empty promises you can’t keep. that won’t be kind to do” y/n said, her words came out a little harsher than she expected but she was a little frustrated, it felt like he was mocking her “have you ever questioned why we only spend time at night together? does that not raise some eyebrows darlin’?” remmick pointed out, y/n thought about that once in awhile but she only assumed he preferred and chose to stay inside during the day, maybe he didn’t like being out during the day and she didn’t blame him if that was the case, the morning and afternoon heatwaves weren’t the kindest “sometimes…but i didn’t really go into thought about it, why are you pointin’ that out?” y/n asked, confused on the switch of topic “i’m pointin’ that out because i’m not human,i’m a vampire…i once was able to walk into the sun and feel the warmth of it but not anymore, not since thirteen hundred years ago” he admitted, the words he said sounded foreign, sounded supernatural, sounded fake

“i’m not human…i once was but not anymore, not since thirteen hundred years ago”

those words made y/n’s heart drop, she didn’t want to believe anything he was saying but something told her he was speaking the truth, the heavy silence made y/n ears ring like white noise “sweetheart…i know this may be shockin’ or unbelievable and i can show you how real it is. i just want to be able to give you the opportunity to live out your dreams” remmick said, he didn’t want to scare y/n off, she already seemed like she went mute on him, god knows how scared she’ll be if he showed her his true form without warning her “…show me…if you aren’t human, i want to see what and who you truly are..” y/n demanded, her ears and her brain couldn’t register what remmick admitted to her.

remmick stared into y/n’s eyes, his blue-grey eyes cast over and changed into a glowy red color, his teeth that were once dull turned into sharp knife-like fangs, clear drool seeping from his lips like a predator hunting down his prey, he looked sinister, animalistic and wild. “i’m not gonna hurt ya dolly, i wouldn’t dream of doing that. just don’t be afraid of me, don’t go runnin’ from me, i can be your way out of here. you wanna create a name for ya self and i can help you…just stay with me” remmick pleaded with her, it’s been centuries since he felt the connection like the one he had with y/n, he didn’t want to lose her and the thought alone scared him.

y/n stared at the creature in front of her, if someone told her the man she spend weeks getting close to, being vulnerable with, finding comfort in was a vampire she’d never believe it but now it’s become her reality and she’s speechless and emotionless.

“do you trust me y/n?”

does y/n trust him? before she would’ve immediately answered “yes” but now…she wasn’t too sure. this was still him, still sounded like remmick, still behaved like remmick, still looked like remmick aside from the eyes and teeth. y/n truly still felt that connection she had with him, she still felt the attraction for him, she still craved his soft spoken words and gentle touches, and if that made her insane then she’s off her rockers. “i trust you remmick.” y/n replied, her hands gripping the nightgown anxiously “do you trust me enough to become what i am? be with me for all eternity, be able show everyone that gift you have for generations to come?” he asked, slowly getting closer to her “yes.” y/n said confidently, she didn’t need anymore convincing, the things he spoke was everything she wanted, to be able to create melodies and music for everyone to hear and she didn’t mind remmick being there with her every step of the way

“oh darlin’ come here” remmick said husky and low, his left hand gripping y/n’s delicate chin while he pulled her into his space, their lips barely touched, remmick teased her slightly, he just wanted to make this moment last. he kissed both corners of her lips gently then he finally kissed her, he slowly and sensually pulled y/n closer to him, pulling by her waist into his form wanting to feel the heat radiating off of her body, he needed her close, he wanted to feel the weight of her body on to his, her heart fast and wild “mmm baby, you’re sweeter than a berry…can only imagine how your blood tastes” remmick said seductively, one hand drawing circles on her glistening chest while the other was glued to her hip “taste me then remmick, no one’s stoppin’ you” y/n said, her voice matching his tone, her eyes low with lust, her response earned a sharp and firm slap to her plushy ass, y/n’s body yearned for any kind of attention he gave “promise me this is what ya want honey, don’t wanna do something you aren’t sure about.” remmick said, parting his body from hers to allow her brain fog to evaporate, to allow her to think clearly without the suffocating sensation of his body onto her body “i promise. i want this and i wouldn’t want to have it any other way. please remmick, give me what i want, you have my permission..” y/n said, she softly grabbed each side of his head towards her neck, giving him physical access to the vulnerable and delicate area

he sprinkled feather-light kisses on to the hot skin of her neck, she was his personal heater, his personal sun and he absolutely loved it “i’ll give you want you want baby, i’ll give you everything and anything you want” remmick mumbled against her before grazing his sharp teeth across her neck, giving her a slight warning before sinking his fangs into y/n’s mellow plushy neck. the pain spread all over y/n body, she shivered from the fiery hot sensation spreading like wildfire, y/n fisting remmick’s sweat covered back finding comfort in the person who was causing her pain. maybe she’s as sick as him but that just made them perfect for each other and y/n loved that.

remmick kept gnawing at her neck, black dots in her vision, her eyelids lowering as remmick continued his abuse on her neck, he eventually removed his mouth from the wound on her neck his lips,chin, neck and chest drenched in her blood, she could feel the sticky hot dark red liquid all over her chest. before she her heart slowed down and fully closed her heavy eyes, remmick smiled at her sweetly, his crimson stained teeth in full view “i’ll be right here when you wake honey” his voice sounded far and disorienting, she felt like she was sinking under deep water, darkness took over her vision and silence filled her ears like cotton. this was her choice, this was her decision and she made the right option.

by the time y/n woke, she felt energized and awake. the tiredness from her bones now gone, she stirred from her bed, remmick moved the both of them inside of her home, hidden from the blazing hot morning sun “hey baby, did ya slept well?” asked the familiar husky voice, his hot palm pressing against her lower back “mmhmm, slept amazingly.” y/n admitted, turning to face the handsome male with a smile, something felt different in her mouth, her teeth didn’t feel dull and blunt like before, the ends of her canines were sharp like razor blades and they felt longer than before “so gorgeous…my gorgeous woman” remmick said under his breath, his warm hand rubbing up and down the sides of her frame affectionately “my handsome man” y/n groaned out, wrapping her arm around him and roughly pulling his body to hers, she didn’t know how strong she became, she felt like she had the strength of a thousand men, it felt amazing “woah baby, you treatin’ me like a rag doll now?” remmick moaned out, liking the feeling of being roughly grabbed “i can get used to it” he said before kissing her soft lips, the kiss deepening into a feverish kiss “you’re somethin’ else honey…i’m glad you entered my life, you’re my missing piece” his voice tender and vulnerable with sincerity. he has never experienced anything like this, he never thought he’d be able to feel vulnerability and love especially with the monster he became decades ago, the open bleeding wound in his heart was now patched up, all because of y/n and he couldn’t have it any other way.

“you make my life beautiful y/n..and i’ll thank you even after my last days on earth.” he said, his eyes soft and kind, he rested his head onto the crown of her head, inhaling her comforting scent.

“i love you y/n.”

“i love you remmick”



[lazysoulwriter]

who's that woman? - Pedro Pascal.

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The after party buzzes with static energy — music, flashing lights, laughter bouncing off the walls. You feel it in your chest like a second heartbeat. Your heels are killing you, your curls are sticking to the back of your neck, and someone spilled something suspiciously sticky near the bar. But none of it matters.

Because you're dancing.

Dancing like no one’s watching — even though everyone kind of is. The DJ is deep into a 90s setlist, and you’re in your element. You know every lyric, every beat drop, every over-the-top bridge. And you don’t care how you look doing it. You’re having fun. Real, shameless, sweat-slicked fun. And the people around you? They’re feeding off your energy. Laughing when you point to them mid-verse, clapping along when you hit a dramatic air guitar solo.

You’ve always been the life of the party without even trying.

What you don’t know is that, from across the room, Pedro Pascal is watching you — completely mesmerized.

He’s leaning against a wall with a half-empty drink in hand, tired from small talk, already plotting his escape when he sees you. And it stops him cold.

Your smile, your joy, your wild abandon — it’s unlike anything he’s seen in a long time.

“Who is that woman?” he murmurs out loud, not meaning to be heard.

But someone beside him answers casually, like it’s obvious. “That’s Y/N. You don’t know her? She’s the indie singer of the moment. Absolutely magical.”

He repeats your name under his breath. Y/N. It sounds good already. His eyes never leave you — not even when the song ends and you finally step off the dance floor, cheeks flushed, skin glowing, laughter still lingering on your lips.

You head to the bar, needing water more than another drink. And he sees his chance.

He walks toward you — slowly, calmly — but just before he reaches you, someone else gets there first.

A man leans in close to your ear. Says something low. You throw your head back and laugh.

Pedro stops in his tracks.

Of course she has someone, he thinks. Why wouldn’t you? You’re radiant. Magnetic. Everyone wants to be near you. And he isn’t the kind of guy to flirt with someone who’s taken. Even if all he wants to do is hear your voice. Ask what song you were dancing to like it was saving your life.

He’s just about to turn away when the man — whoever he is — looks up and locks eyes with Pedro.

And then he smiles. Waves him over like they’re old friends.

Confused, Pedro approaches. “Took you long enough,” the guy says, easy and amused. “Pedro, right? I’m Luca — co-producer on the indie you’re shooting next month.”

Pedro laughs in recognition. “No way. I didn’t recognize you without five assistants and a clipboard.”

Then Luca turns to you and says, almost too casually: “This is my sister. Y/N.”

You smile at Pedro with that same effortless warmth that had everyone watching you dance. “I love your work,” you say, offering your hand. “Your voice? I’d listen to you read my grocery list.”

He laughs, starstruck and completely at ease. “That might be the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

And from there — the rest of the night falls into place like it was always meant to.

The party fades into background noise. You end up sitting close, knees brushing under a tiny table, talking like you’ve done it a hundred times before.

He’s funnier than you expected. A little shy at first, but playful, too. Sharp. Thoughtful. You tell him you write better lyrics after two drinks. He confesses he’s cried at every animated film he’s ever seen. You tease him for dancing too well for a man over 40. He tells you you’re like his childhood best friend — the one who dared him to do ridiculous things just to see if he’d say yes.

You feel it. That pull. That click.

And you can see he feels it too.

He looks at you like he’s remembering something. Like you remind him of a version of himself he thought he’d outgrown — but misses more than he realized. You’re loud where he’s quiet, fearless where he’s careful. But underneath? You’re made of the same stuff. Passion. Curiosity. Heart.

Six months later.

You’re sitting on the kitchen floor in mismatched pajamas, eating cold risotto straight from the container. He’s across from you, eyes soft, cheeks a little pink from the wine.

He doesn’t kneel. Doesn’t have a speech. Just pulls a small box from his hoodie pocket and says your name like a question.

And you say yes before he even finishes.

Now, in a quiet interview for a glossy magazine, Pedro leans back in his chair, fiddling with the silver ring on his hand. The journalist asks about you — how you met, how it happened.

He smiles, slow and sure. “I never believed in love at first sight,” he says, voice warm. “Not until her.”

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[cheftsunoda]

secrets are no fun (unless shared with everyone)

part two

smau + real life

lewis hamilton x !sister reader

hamilton reader x max verstappen

ayana hamilton, the younger sister of seven-time world champion lewis hamilton, has seemingly achieved everything she could ever desire— a successful career as a music producer and artist, been all around the world, has a supportive family and a loving husband—however, that’s a secret that no one, not even her brother, knows about—her husband is also an f1 driver. lewis has always made it his mission to prevent ayana from dating a driver— but is it technically considered dating if they are married? ;)

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This event was supposed to be chill.

That’s what I told myself as I checked my mic backstage, adjusting the sleeves of my oversize blazer. The event was part of a music and innovation summit — nothing too flashy. Just a casual Q&A with some of the industry’s top producers. I was there to talk about the future of sound design.

Then Max walked in.

My heart stopped like a needle scratching off a record. He looked unfairly good in that fitted black polo and jeans, hair still slightly messy like he’d just run a hand through it on the way over. He wasn’t even looking for me — he was talking to someone from TAG Heuer, who happened to sponsor this event and is a major sponsor for...Redbull.

I ducked behind a speaker, hissing into my mic pack like it was going to help. “Solana. Emergency.”

Solana, who was currently sipping a matcha backstage and doing her best “I’m not famous today” routine, poked her head out. “What’s the—oh. Ohhh.”

“Why is he here?” I whispered.

“I dunno, babe, maybe fate? Karma? F1’s brutal PR schedule?” she shrugged. “Also, why does he look like that? Like he just stepped off a runway-slash-motorcycle ad?”

“Sol!”

“Okay, okay.” She cleared her throat and straightened. “It’s fine. Just pretend you don’t know him. Like a normal ex—wait, no. Current. Very-secret-husband thing. Right. I got this.”

We both peeked around the corner just in time to see Max spot me.

And smirk.

The moderator opened the floor to audience questions.

And Max’s hand shot up.

My stomach dropped. Solana, seated next to him, physically grabbed his arm and pulled it down. “Nope. Nope,” she said under her breath, but the moderator had already called on him.

“Yes, you—front row in the black shirt.”

Max stood. “Hi. Max Verstappen. Big fan of your work,” he said, eyes locked on me.

I blinked. “Hi… Max.” My voice cracked like a teenager’s. “Thanks. Um. Likewise.”

“Just wondering,” he said, somehow managing to keep a straight face, “how you balance creative expression with, you know, maintaining… discretion in your personal life.”

I almost choked on my water.

Solana let out a sound that was either a laugh or a cough — no one knew, not even her.

I narrowed my eyes at Max and leaned into the mic. “Well, when you’re married to your work, discretion kind of comes with the job.”

Max raised an eyebrow, clearly biting back a grin. “Right. Of course.”

After the panel ended and the crowd dispersed, I slipped backstage, fully ready to tackle him. But he was already waiting.

“That was a great answer,” he said, stepping into my space with that low, smug confidence that made me weak and annoyed all at once. “Very subtle. Especially the whole ‘married to your work’ bit.”

“You are such a menace,” I whispered, poking him in the chest.

He caught my hand and kissed my knuckles, totally unbothered. “I missed you.”

Before I could reply, Solana stormed in, waving her phone. “Okay, fun update — Twitter thinks you two made eye contact for too long, and now there’s a whole thread analyzing your body language.”

Max looked pleased. “Was it a good thread?”

“No!” she groaned. “You two are a disaster.”

I sighed and leaned into Max’s shoulder, hiding my smile.

Maybe. But we were a disaster in love.

And somehow, against all odds, still undiscovered.

For now.

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f1gossipgirls

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f1gossipgirls : Ayana Hamilton was a special guest at a recent event for music innovation that was hosted by Tag Heuer, a sponsor of Redbull Racing. Max Verstappen was also present due to contract obligations and asked Ayana how she dealt with work life balance— the two shared quite a lot of eye contact and user f1girllyyy on twitter analyzed the two’s body language throughout the event! let us know what you think about these two!

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username : oh i never ever thought of this couple but i ship it so hard

username2 : guys they don’t even follow each other on ig 😭

username4 : max even introduced himself like they had never met before

username8 : they’d be so damn cute together

username10 : I don’t see lewis ever letting this happen

usernameee : yall are reading wayyyy too deep into this — it was like a 20 second interaction

username1 : he was lowkey probably just teasing her bc she is Lewis’ sister

usernameeee : side note she is SNATCHED

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The loft smelled like vanilla candles, takeout sushi, and just a hint of fresh vinyl. Solana and I had spent all day setting up for this — pillows fluffed, drinks on ice, and the speakers queued up with our joint project: an album we’d spent the better part of six months pouring our hearts into.

Tonight wasn’t about promo. It was about celebration — girlhood, music, and champagne in real glasses. Our favorite kind of night.

Carmen was the first to arrive, hair effortlessly slicked back and hugging me like we were old friends — which we kind of were at this point. Lily showed up right behind her, carrying cupcakes. “I couldn’t show up empty-handed. You know my brand,” she joked.

Then came Alex and Kika, both looking straight off the cover of Vogue, laughing about something that had happened at a shoot the day before. Kika pulled me in for a tight hug. “So proud of you, babe. I’ve been counting down for this.”

Solana popped a bottle in the kitchen. “This isn’t just a listening party — it’s a vibe. A ritual. A girls’ night only.”

We all cheered and clinked glasses.

As the first track played — a sultry, layered intro with a slow-burn beat and the kind of harmonies only Solana and I could stack — the room went quiet in that sacred way music sometimes demands. Heads nodded, eyes closed, a few quiet “oh my Gods” murmured between verses.

“This is crazy,” Alex whispered, reaching for her phone like she needed to write the lyrics down immediately.

“I feel like I’m floating,” Lily said, curled up on the arm of the couch. “Like… this is what silk sounds like.”

“Y’all,” Carmen added, “track three made me want to text an ex and delete it in the same breath.”

We were halfway through track five when we heard the sound.

Keys. In the door.

Solana froze mid-sip. “Wait. Did you give anyone else the code?”

Before I could answer, the front door opened — and in walked Lewis.

Wearing sweats. Holding a Tupperware of something suspiciously healthy. Completely aware of the very curated girlhood bubble he’d just walked into.

Everyone turned.

He blinked. “Hello Ladies.”

A beat of silence.

Then Kika leaned over and whispered to Lily, “That’s your cue to hide the tequila.”

Solana narrowed her eyes. “Lewis. This is a girls-only space. Read the vibes.”

He held up his hands in surrender. “I brought protein brownies?”

Another beat.

Then Carmen shrugged. “Okay, he can stay.”

I gave him the death glare I usually reserved for nosy journalists. “You’re so lucky these girls like you.”

Lewis flopped onto the floor with a grin and popped a brownie into his mouth. “What can I say? I bring the snacks.”

The next track rolled in — the one I was most nervous about. A little more vulnerable. A little more me. The one Max had quietly helped me produce in our home studio on a rainy Tuesday, layered with sounds he’d chosen just for me. The lyrics that he very clearly inspired. My heartbeat picked up as it played.

Lewis nodded slowly. “Yo… this one’s special.”

Solana caught my eye and smirked, clearly knowing who inspired it. I bit my lip to keep from smiling too much.

The girls, now sprawled across the floor with wine and throw blankets, were lost in it. And I realized something.

This was the kind of moment you didn’t plan for — the kind that just happened. Messy, loud, emotional. Full of secrets and sound.

Exactly like me.

Exactly like us.

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The party had trickled into soft goodbyes and sleepy hugs. One by one, the girls had slipped out — Kika stealing another cupcake for the road, Carmen promising a playlist trade, and Solana leaving to go meet with someone she probably should not.

I was curled up on the couch, hoodie now half-zipped, when Lewis came back from the kitchen carrying two mugs of tea.

“I made that weird ginger-honey stuff you like,” he said, handing one to me.

“Look at you,” I teased, “embracing your inner wellness girl.”

He chuckled, settling into the other end of the couch, legs stretched out and socked feet poking near mine. For a moment, it was quiet — the kind of stillness that comes after something really good. Or something really real.

Then he said it.

“That track. The one after the interlude. The one with the synths layered under your vocals?”

I glanced at him over my mug, heart skipping. “Yeah?”

“Who’s it about?”

I blinked. “What?”

He gave me a look. Not pushy, but curious. Brother-level curious. Protective-level curious. “You wrote that about someone. I know that tone. It’s not just vibes and metaphors — that one’s personal.”

I laughed a little too quickly. “You think everything has a hidden meaning.”

“Because in your songs, it always does,” he said, leaning forward. “It’s not just the lyrics. It’s the way you sing them. Like… I dunno. Like your heart’s right there in the booth.”

I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the mug.

“You don’t have to tell me,” he added, voice softer now. “I’m not trying to pry. Just… whoever he is, sounds like he means a lot to you.”

He doesn’t know.

He really doesn’t know.

But my throat is thick and there’s this stupid, overwhelming warmth in my chest, because it’s Lewis. My brother. And even without the full truth, he sees me. He always has.

“Yeah,” I say, keeping my eyes on the tea. “He does.”

Lewis nods slowly, a quiet little smile tugging at his mouth. “Well… he better treat you like gold. Or I’ll have to start asking questions.”

I raise an eyebrow, smirking now. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

We sit in silence a little longer. Outside, the city is humming. Inside, the track is still looping quietly in my head — the one Max helped me finish, without ever needing to sign his name to it.

I glance at Lewis again, this time grateful he hasn’t pieced the puzzle together. Not yet.

Some secrets deserve a little more time.

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The apartment was still.

Late afternoon light poured through the tall windows, casting warm, honey-gold streaks across the hardwood floors. I was curled in the studio nook, legs crossed under me on the swivel chair, laptop open, final mix exported. I’d been sitting on this track for a while now — too long, maybe. Part fear, part nerves.

Max was in the kitchen, barefoot and shirtless, humming off-key as he made tea. I hadn’t told him I was going to play it.

I just… hit spacebar.

The song started.

That slow build. The synths we’d layered together. The crackle of vintage tape I’d added without telling him — the same sound from the first night we ever stayed in, rain falling outside, him humming under his breath while I tweaked knobs on my sampler.

He stilled.

Didn’t turn. Didn’t speak. Just listened.

And then my voice came in.

Soft. Honest. No layers this time. Just me.

I watched him slowly put the mug down on the counter.

His shoulders rose, then fell — like he was breathing through something he hadn’t expected to feel.

By the time the chorus hit — that surge of melody, that ache I hadn’t been able to explain when I first wrote it — he turned around.

His eyes were a little glassy.

“You finished it,” he said, voice low.

“Yeah.”

His eyes searched mine, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to ask what it meant — even though I knew he already knew.

“You used that sound from that night… the rain,” he added softly.

“I wanted it to sound like home,” I said.

He crossed the room in a few strides and stood in front of me, silent for a long second before reaching out — fingertips gentle under my chin, tilting my face up toward his.

“This is about us,” he whispered.

I nodded. “Every word.”

He kissed me like he didn’t know what else to do. Like music had said the part his voice couldn’t. Like he’d just fallen in love with me all over again, even though we were already too far in to fall any further.

When we pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine.

“Can I be cheesy for one second?”

I smiled. “Only if you’re really committed.”

“I never thought I’d be someone’s favorite song,” he said. “But you just made me one.”

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p2 finished! let me know what you guys think and as always requests are open:)

[dreaamdiary]

❛❛𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘❜❜ ⋆⸜ 🍓₊ ⊹ c.s + m.s

IN WHICH… matts been grumpier than usual so you and chris come to the conclusion that he needs some pussy

chris x reader (established relationship), matt x reader

the tv flickered throughout the living room , glowing on you and chris’ half-lidded faces while your curled up into each other, giggles shared in waves and passing a joint back and forth. then came a slam from the front door, jumping you out of peace and chris nearly dropping the joint.

matt stormed in like a clap of thunder, his hood up, jaw locked and shoes thudding across the floor.

“yo–” chris called with a lazy voice, “welcome back sunshine.”

he couldn’t bother to spare a single glance at the couple, stoned on the couch, just mumbling words that hardly made it past his clenched teeth. matt disappeared down the hall before either of you could get a word out, slamming the door shut again.

you turn to chris with a raised brow, he’s returning the same look, “he’s been moodier than usual right?”

chris nods his head while letting out a long exhale, tapping the ash into your glass dish. “kids been locking himself in his room, snapping at everyone like a fuckin’ asshole”

you giggle before stealing the joint from his fingers, “stop, he’s probably just in desperate need of some pussy”

chris snaps his fingers and face lights up like he’s just discovered some ground breaking epiphany. “oh shit, you’re right we gotta get him laid— or at least his dick sucked, who’d fuck matt?”

‘i will!’ your brain instantly sparked at the thought, one you’ve had for a while actually. silence falls between the two as names and faces raced through chris’ head and trying to find the right words raced through yours

your fingers fidgeted in your lap, knee frantically bounced, and lips twisted. the idea hovered in your chest like fire, hoping it wasn’t too much, but words already inching up your throat. you tucked your legs under yourself and grasped his bicep, “i don’t mind helping– only if it’s okay with you baby.”

he took a while to respond, licking his lips and leaning into you. it didn’t shock him— not really. he knew his girlfriend and the way your mind worked when you cared too much. he didn’t feel jealousy, didn’t feel like he was giving you up, if anything he felt trust— some unspoken comfort knowing it would be two people he trusted with his life. and it wasn’t like you were hiding it from him, you were open and honest which can was rare in modern relationships, and really fucking hot, if he was being real.

“you really wanna do that for him?”

you nod your head, “mhm, i actually have a conspiracy that you guys have the same dick, like it’d probably feel the same.”

His mouth tugged into a lazy grin before a quiet chuckle slipped out, “you think he’d even know what to do with you?”

“maybe not, but it’d be fun watching him try”

“you’re something else, ya know that?” chris twisted in his seat and called out toward the hallway, “matt, get out here!”

there was a pause then there he was, reappeared a minute later, brows furrowed and confusion painted across his face. “what’d you want?”

“come chill with us,” you send him a warm smile, patting the couch cushion beside you and holding the joint up for him to see.

matt exhales hard through his nose, like the idea of socializing was exhausting. he doesn’t say anything— just rolls his eyes, trudging over to the couch and snatching the joint from your hands as if he’s doing everyone a favor. he drops onto the seat with a grunt, legs spread wide and arms crossed.

you shift on your knees from chris to matt, eye level with his side profile, sharp and cold, watching him somewhat relax.

“you know we care about you a lot, right?” you started with a soft and teasing edge, “and we’ve always been so close..”

you voice was smooth like honey in his ears but not sweet enough to break his facade. matt hums low, head slightly tilted, brows pinched, and taking a slow drag of smoke.

“right”

“right, so hear me out…we think you’ve been a little on edge the past couple weeks–”

chris budges in, “she means you’ve been a bitch”

“i didn’t say that but yeah.”

chris’ hand remained on your thigh, steady and reassuring. not possessive— just present. matt takes notice before dropping his shoulders, “shut the fuck up, y’all are insane.”

“listen matt, we feel like you just need to get your dick wet, and i’m here to help, if you’re okay with it.” your voice gets higher has his glare strengthens.

“chris you hearing this?” matt shifts in his seat, glancing between you and chris, unsure if he’s allowed to be curious or not.

chris is sunken into the couch, man spread, and tracing circles on your skin. “mhm, don’t overthink it, she’s being generous.”

there’s a quick pause, then a breath through his nose, considering it more than he’d like to admit, but eventually giving in, “yeah, okay.”

your motions were swift and with purpose, you work to get matt’s pants off— boxers bunched around his ankles, chris also removing your articles of clothing and getting straight to it. your nose connected with matt’s pelvis and ass, perched up, pussy coated in slick on display for chris.

you hallowed your cheeks as your tongue flattened along his shaft, feeling each and every vein pulse, his dick slowly sliding itself down your throat and lips wrapped around his base. matt’s gasps are chocked and overwhelmed, his body is tense and his arms are draped over the couch like he didn't know what to do with them.

"oh my g- fuuckk," he throws his head back and squeezes his glossy eyes shut, pulling deep groans from his throat.

your small whimpers vibrated throughout his whole body while chris absentmindedly rubbed tight circles on your sensitive clit, attention caught up in sparking up another blunt and the movie still playing on the tv. he finally looks over to see your curls messily scattered, in your eyes and getting caught in your mouth.

"don't be afraid to touch her matt, hold her hair, push her head down too, she likes that shit," he instructed before landing a harsh smack on your ass causing you to squirm on your knees and let out a breathy moan.

matt did as he said, gathering your hair, using his hand as a ponytail holder and bobbing your head up and down his throbbing cock. you were taking him so well, so deep– like you were made for this. both of your eyes rolling and sharp lewd noises echoed and bounced off the walls.

chris held you by the waist and inserted two thick fingers inside your drenched cunt, drawing out gasp from your lips and making your inner muscles flutter around his digits. your head falls back, removing matt's dick from your mouth with a pop, managing to stroke his length with the rhythm of chris' thrusts, yours and matt's moans blending together.

"your so sexy," matt pants out, looking up at you like you were some kinda goddess with a flushed face and dark eyes you stared back, getting lost in his pretty features. chris agreed, co-signing on the statement, "so fucking sexy, baby."

their praises worked to push you over the edge, rocking into his hand as he fucked his fingers hard and fast, his knuckles deep and relentless and matt groping at your breast rolling you hardened nipples at a teasing rate.

you gathered spit in your cheeks and let it trickles down on matt's tip– bright red and angry, much like you remember chris' to be, before kitty licking the pre cum from his slit and gently squeezing his balls.

"shhh-shit, oh fuck, im cu-mming."

he bucks his hips hard and a deep growl rips from his chest as his sticky cum covers your face, getting in your eyebrows, your eyelashes, covering your lips for you to lick clean.

your back arched and hands tightly clawed at matt's thighs, leaving little crescent indents from your nails. chris sent a few slaps directly to your clit, completely doing you in, arms collapsing and your head falling on matts chest as your creamy arousal coated chris' fingers.

their breathing eventually slowed, the only sound in the room being the soft tv long forgotten and hum of the ceiling fan. you leaned back on chris' chest, keeping your fingers laced with matt's and chris shifted to kiss your shoulder before reaching over you to dap up his brother while sucking you off his other hand.

he snorts a laugh, "y'good bro?"

matt returns with a lazy smile, eyes nearly shut, "hell yeah."

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Rot.

Batfam/Reader

Previous, Next

Warnings: Suicide, and just a bunch of other stuff

A/N: Sorry it was late I forgot and therapy ruined me lowkey

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The box landed on the ground with a thud, the sound of glasses clashing against each other, drawing you out of your self inflicted haze. You didn’t know what he screamed, everything felt wrong. Why was he here, in your room? Why? Why now?

You can barely recall what reaction you’re supposed to carry, maybe one of shock, a sick sense of joy that maybe you won’t die since that was your there, you didn’t know. You still felt numb.

The pills were slowly taking an affect, your mind was hazy and eyes glazed, like a high, but worse. It felt bad, and you were still gagging before you felt the hands on your shoulders and then a sharp pain came from your chest, making you cough up the pills.

Shit.

You felt dizzy, now sitting in your own mess of blood, spit, and pills, and the hands cradled you like a child, tears couldn’t even well up in your eyes at this point, you still felt that high, and now your head hurts.

You mumble against him, words Dick didn’t understand, but he still responded, reassurance in his tone. “It’s okay, it’ll be okay.”

Dick didn’t know you that well, his ignorance to your presence didn’t allow him to know you. He didn’t mean to walk in on you, walk in on this. How long were you struggling? Have you tried this before? He didn’t know.

You were his sibling, someone he shouldn’t ignore. You were a mistake as well though, something he needed to ignore. His brain was shaken as he stared at you, cradled you. You couldn’t make this choice, not at this age.

How would he even tell the family, they carried the same neglect, the resentment, all of it. They carried what pushed you to this point.

Thoughts raced, it was his fault, it was their fault, he wasn’t daft, it was obvious. He sighs again, rubbing your shoulder as he begins to think.

You start to come out of your haze, hands pushing away his as you attempt to get out of his grasp, but your movement only alerted him.

Here come the questions.

You tensed, and waited for him to berate you, but he kept his silence.

Each breath now felt like a sharp inhale as you prepared your words, shock still lingering in your head. “You weren’t supposed to be here,”

The words slipped out before you could even think, like an instinct betraying you. You felt his grip tighten, it was painful. You didn’t like it, no one likes pain, some can say they do but it’s always there, it always still hurts.

He wasn’t supposed to be here.

The words, the first ones you’ve spoken to him in maybe a month, stung. Words aren’t meant to do that.

You struggle against him again. “Let go of me.” You spoke again, you need to be alone. “Dick let go of me!” You stressed your words, thrashing against him.

The only thing that he can think, clearly think of, is that you, his sibling, someone he should know and have been there for, is trying to leave him, right after they harmed themself.

His hand sneaks to your neck, right at your pulse point.

Pinch.

You fell limp within his arms, body still bleeding and the pills still affecting you, so he lays you down on the same bed, in the same bloody sheets that you tried to kill yourself in. He layer you in what could have been your deathbed.

With a sigh he got up, he needs to tell someone, or do something. If he told he would only make whatever the hell you’re going through worsen as the least you need now is for neglect to become something weird. He looked around you room and found his eyes lingering on something he hadn’t previously seen.

An old, worn down diary.

He picks it up, and begins.

[no-144444]

older- d.ricciardo

꩜ summary: maybe you're both older than before, but you're happy, and that's what matters

꩜ pairing: husband! dad! daniel ricciardo x fem! wife! mom! reader

꩜ a/n: every time there's an american race i'm going to suggest preparing for a lot of danny riccy bc i miss him (especially when cota comes around)

Daniel’s back aches when he wakes up, and his moustache and hair is greying a little. That’s how he knew he was getting older. He was only 50, but he felt it. Every bit of it. 

And he wondered how you didn’t. Granted, you were a bit younger, only 43, but still. You basically looked the same way you did when you were 14. When he first fell in love with you. Sure, there were a few more creases by your eyes and maybe some greys were popping up, but in his eyes, you were the same. 

“Dad! Freddie told mom to fuck off!” Harry, your second oldest son, came rushing in the door, his school books in hand, an animated expression on his face. Harry had Daniel’s unruly hair, but your quiet demeanor. He was good in school, good in sports, and focused hard on what he wanted. He didn’t want to race like his dad (much to both of your delights), and he set his sights on directing. He was passionate, smart, and ridiculously good at surfing. He could go toe to toe, even with his old man, and would always win. It was impressive. He was also a bit of a tattle-tale when it came to getting his twin brother, Freddie, in trouble. Daniel couldn’t fault him though, he loved him too much. 

Daniel was on dinner duty, wearing his (stupidly hilarious) ‘kiss the chef’ apron as the delicious smells of steak and fries (and tiramisu for dessert) filled the kitchen. Since his time as a stay-at-home-dad commenced, he had become a passionate cook. He loved trying out new recipes, messing with flavours and cuisines, and of course, always making you his test subject. He whipped his head around to his son, a shocked expression on his face. 

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” his voice was low and dangerous and his eyes met yours the second you walked in the door. You shook your head, a frustrated expression on your face. Freddie looked guilty, but unrelenting, as all teenagers were. He turned to Freddie, handing the spatula to Harry, who took over steak-duty, listening to his twin get berated. Freddie also shared Daniel’s unruly hair, they were identical twins after all, but he kept it cleanly cut (speaking of that, he really should remind Harry to get his cut). He was a bit more tan than Harry, and he was always a bit of a trouble maker. Again though, Daniel could’t fault him, he loved him too much. But he certainly could fault Freddie for telling the woman he loved (and the woman who birthed Freddie) to fuck off. “What did you say to your mother?” he demanded. 

“Dad-” He silenced him with a look, it was going to be an excuse, and he knew it. “I’m sorry,” he turned to you, but you were already busy grabbing the plates and setting the table. You set the last plate down, all eyes on you. You looked up, staring into your son's apologetic eyes. “I was being a dick-”

“Little ears!” Harry reminded, covering his sister, Maeve’s ears. She’d walked in, clinging to her brother’s leg as a greeting. 

“Sorry,” Freddie repeated. “That wasn’t right mom,” he confessed. You sighed and walked over to him, hugging him. He was already taller than you, and only 17. Part of you wanted to let Daniel chew him out for being such a prick, but you understood that exams were coming up right at the same moment his rugby finals were on, and he had a lot of pressure on his shoulders. Yes, he was a dick, but he was your son. And sadly, that meant you loved him, and saw him as that little brunette kid who cried every time you had to leave for work. 

“Don’t ever do that again,” you huffed and he nodded. “I’m your mom, I’m on your side. I’m not trying to be mean, I just need you to think about your future Freds.” 

He nodded again, knowing you were right from the start. “I know,” he agreed. “I am. It just… stresses me.”

You shrugged. “That’s ok. But it’s not okay to take it out on me or your brother.”

“What did you do to your brother?” Daniel asked, and Freddie gulped. Harry held out his forearm, showing off a pretty impressive bruise. Daniel’s eyes went wide. “Fuck’s sake Freddie,” he cursed under his breath, pulling off his apron. Harry huffed again, covering Maeve’s ears. “What are you doing that for?” 

He didn’t have an answer. 

“Apologise to your brother, now,” you demanded. “And we’ll talk more about this later, alright? If you can’t start figuring out what’s up, we're going to have to have some serious conversations,” your tone was strict but caring, and the parenting part of Daniel was in awe. He was in awe of you all the time, but watching you be so good with your kids was just something else. “Maeve!” you called, kneeling down to pick her up as she ran to you. Freddie walked over and apologised to Harry, who accepted it. Maeve looked a lot more like you, and she was just 6. You carried her on your hip as you made your way over to Daniel, a flirtatious smirk on your lips. He smirked right back, his hands finding your ass as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your lips. Both Harry and Freddie cringed, but you just chuckled, used to his antics by now. 

“Missed you today,” he admitted, his voice low. 

“Oh yeah?” you questioned, smirking. Then your eyes softened with your smile. “Missed you too,” you admitted. “Excited for dinner.” 

“Yeah dad, these look good to me,” Harry announced, grabbing his attention. 

Daniel turned back to the grill and nodded. “Good shout Haz,” he smiled, his hands on his son’s shoulders. “You get ‘em onto a plate and I’ll finish up the veg. Fred,” he called, grabbing his eldest twin’s attention. “Call your sisters down please?” 

Freddie walked to the edge of the stairs and shouted. “Liv! Rhea!” 

“Coming!” Liv shouted back. 

“Oh yeah, Connor is over tonight,” Daniel wiggled his eyebrows at you and you raised yours. “Finally making the effort, I see.” 

 “It took you about 3 months to meet my parents, they’ve been dating for three weeks,” You chuckled and hit his chest playfully, Maeve speaking to Harry over your shoulder. 

Daniel shrugged, a cheeky smirk on his face. God, he was so pretty. That stupid backwards cap and pretty eyes, and that borderline porno moustache (which may or may not have been the reason Maeve was here…) made you want to jump his bones all over again. “I was a racecar driver-”

“He’s a high school student, be kind,” you reminded him with a kiss on his cheek. You brought Maeve over to the table and finished off the last bits as Liv and Connor came down the stairs. She was 15 and turning into the most beautiful girl you’d ever seen. She was so smart. She’d already been on her school debate and mathletes team, bringing both to the championship finals at the national level, you couldn’t be prouder. In all honesty, you’d met Connor before. Liv had wanted you to vet him before she started getting serious, so you got invited to a coffee date with them. He was sweet. Totally boy-next-door-vibes, which was totally her. 

He sent you a soft smile as he sat at the table. 

“Where’s Rhea?” Freddie questioned, sitting at the table, beside Liv. 

“She was on the sim,” Liv explained. “She’ll be down in a few.” 

As if by magic, she came barreling down the stairs and straight into your arms, a quick greeting before taking her spot beside Maeve. Rhea was 11 and every bit the racer her father was. You had hoped the racing gene skipped a generation but alas, it hadn’t and you were already busy researching European boarding schools to send her to in a few years time so that she could move on to single-seaters. She already had a place in the RedBull junior team (despite her father’s reservations) and she was excelling in every single one of her categories. She was a champion, and an F1 champion in the making. 

You sat at the table, the weight of your long day falling off your shoulders as your family gathered. You smiled at the table in front of you. “So, how was everyone’s day?” you asked as Daniel placed the last plate on the table and sat to your left, intertwining his right hand with your left, a smile on his face. 

“Aside from the bruising- thanks Freddie, it was good. Maths test went well,” Harry shrugged, digging into the meal. Freddie rolled his eyes, but Daniel let it go, knowing you'd both be talking to him about his behaviour anyway. 

“Can I see the paper?” Daniel asked through a bite of food. You grimaced. 

“Close your mouth when you eat,” you reminded him, covering his mouth with your hand. He chuckled. 

“I’ll give it to you after dinner,” Harry nodded. “What about you Maeve?” 

Harry was clearly overprotective of Maeve, he noticed how she was the baby of the family and babied her a bit more than everyone else, but they both loved it. She was like a mini him, just even less talkative (unless it was with Oscar- everyone was a big fan of him whenever he came over).

She shrugged. “It was good. We started on multiplication today.” 

“Woah!” Freddie gasped. “That’s pretty big,” he smiled brightly at his little sister. “You’re getting older,” he chuckled, ruffling her hair. She pretended to pout, but laughed as she fixed her hair. 

“That’s great Maevey,” Liv smiled from the other side of the table. “If you need any help with your homework I can give you a hand,” Liv offered and Maeve nodded, going back to eating her dinner. “I have another test next week.”

“What about this time?” Daniel asked, exasperated. “They need to give you a break at some point.” 

“Chemistry,” she sighed. “Connor has it too.”  “I didn’t know you took chemistry,” you turned to him, noticing how rigid his body language was, hoping to make him a bit more comfortable by bringing him into the conversation. “How do you find the teacher? Liv hates him.” 

Connor shrugged lightly. “I mean… he’s not the greatest teacher in the school, but I like his study packs, I think they’re pretty handy.”

“Who is it again?” Freddie asked, knowing Connor from the rugby team. 

“Mr. Brown,” Connor answered and Harry groaned. “I had him last year! He’s so annoying!”

You turned your head to Daniel, who was already looking at you with that lovesick look. You chuckled quietly. “What?” you mouthed. 

“Just love you,” he mouthed back. It still made your heart skip a beat. 

When everyone was finally down to bed, you tucked yourself into Daniel’s side and sighed against his skin. 

“You alright?” he whispered into the darkness of your bedroom, enjoying very much how close you were to him. 

“Just thinking,” you admitted. “The kids are so grown up.” 

He’d come to the exact same conclusion at dinner, watching as Freddie and Harry teased Liv, how Harry babied Maeve, how Liv laughed with Rhea, and how they all looked a lot older than 17, 15, 10, and 6. “I know what you mean,” he chuckled against your skin. “We did a pretty amazing job. We have some pretty incredible kids.” 

You laughed against his collarbone, a melodic sound he would never get tired of. “I guess we did,” you agreed. “Hard not to when they have such a brilliant role model,” you looked up at him with adoring eyes, and he felt himself soften. No jokes. No messing. Just pure… love for the life you two had built over the years. 

“Thank you,” he whispered. “For them. For you. For everything.”  “Thank you,” you smiled and leaned in, kissing him gently. Maybe you two weren’t the young guns you used to be, riding dirt bikes around his family’s estate, and kissing in cars, but you two were more than fulfilled.

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ 🌸 SHIFTING/LOA TERMS FOR NEWBIES TO KNOW : shifting for dummies 101

❀ . . . Hello guys! First “informative” post here on this blog! This is nothing to grand but this is like an easy explanation of everything in the shifting circle! This is specifically made for newbie shifters who just started their shifting/manifestation journey or people who coming back to it after a long break! Also this is my specific view on these terms so I suggest going out to research if you are genuinely new here and don’t just use this post— also if there ever happens to be errors in the explainations LET ME KNOW! So I can quickly edit it or make a way better post in the future 🪽 (*cough some grammar mistake incoming 🫣)

Reality shifting ✩ the act of becoming aware of / moving your awareness to different realities. It’s something that we all natural do because we shift every second (A popular concept like this is something is Buddhism called “Annica” which means that all living things..Hell even creation itself is not set in stone and is always changing). With the concept of the mutliverse or just overall limitless possibilities when it comes to shifting, you can shift to any reality because any type of reality can exist. You can shift to where you are some millionaire’s partner or a isekai protagonist from a “fictional” media in this

Law of assumption ✩ a term coined by the famous Neville Goddard who was a very popular and successful mystic, writer, teacher, and philosopher. The law of assumption to put it in simple terms is the law that what ever you assume to be as fact and persist in will in fact be true and real in this reality…heck the moment you decide it to be true it will become the truth!

a perfect quote to describe it is this “Change your conception of yourself and you will automatically change the world in which you live…”

3d / outer world ✩ the physical reality that we interact with right now. The stuff that you see, taste, feel, smell, and hear.

4d / inner man ✩ the inner world of man— you can say the person’s imagination, thoughts, feelings, subconscious, and many stuff relating to it! It’s the mental and non physical realm/state/reality To describe the relationship with the 4d and 3D reality we will use the famous man and the mirror example. Now if you are a newbie you may assume that the mirror is 4d and the 3D is the man but it’s actually the opposite, the 4d is the man while 3D is the mirror. The 3D is a mirror of the 4d and your overall current perception of reality. when the man doesn’t like the way he looks, he’ll be a fool to try change the mirror when he should be changing himself.

Imagination ✩ the imagination and the 4d are basically two sides of the same coin. They are basically in a way the same thing with a tad bit of different perspectives. To put it simple, the imagination is the real reality— consciousness, awareness, the 4d and even the 3D, the fictional stuff that we always think when we are kids to the reality that we are living in now. Imagination is basically the real reality

Conciousness ✩ the foundation of reality! The thing (+ awareness and the 4d/subconscious ) that is the reason why we can shift in the first place. A limitless force that exists in all things and one of the basis of awareness. I highly suggest seeing this video and @omniverseexplorer to really understand as they got amazing information

Awareness ✩ awareness is something very complex in the shifting community. It’s not just the state of being aware and perception but one of the main foundations of reality. It’s the thing that allows us to observe and perceive reality! When we say that we are awareness in this community, we mean that we are the observers of not only this reality but all realities! It’s not just our personal conciousness and personality but a formless and detached being that’s just experiencing creation and nothingness at the same time.

Permashifting ✩ Where you shift to you desired reality for long period of time or permently staying there with the option of coming back.

Respawning ✩ Respawning is very similar to permashifting but there is a twist! Though yes you are leaving this reality with no intentions of coming back… the thing is you can’t come back to this specific reality. While permashifting is leaving for long periods of time or permanently with the option of coming back, respawning is when you are cutting ALL ties with this reality meaning that what you are doing is genuinely permanent. The closest thing you can do to shifting back here is going back to an alternate reality! This is why I will advise people to do this when you are 16+ and 100% sure what you are getting into because the moment you successfully respawn, that’s it!

- deathless : respawning is usually tied to stuff like death and forced reincarnation (hell people sometimes refer respawning as forced reincarnation) which is why it’s very controversial in the shifting and manifestation communities. Though as I respawner myself, especially deathless respawner I want to say that respawning doesn’t always mean that you die (+ death is very subjective when in comes to stuff like spirituality, consciousness, and quantum physics)! Deathless respawning to put it simple is basically you respawning with no intention and desire of the void vessel that you leave behind to die! Many deathless respawners use clones ( i will go into that later) to take their places and continue their lives here while they are in home realities

- sca : sca or sudden cardiac arrest is something that a lot of death induced respawners use if they don’t want their void vessel to continue on. I want to say that this is NOT 100% suicide and suicide is heavily discouraged in the respawning community! Sca/death respawners after successfully shifting intend for their bodies to die AFTER they are safe and grounded in their drs.

DR / desired reality ✩ your desired reality is quite literally the reality you desire to experience and become aware of. This can be any reality like you being rich to you being in some anime like one piece!

CR / current reality ✩ the reality that you are currently in and experiencing (basically like this reality that we are all in now)

WR / waiting room ✩ a waiting room is specific reality where you can just relax in and don’t have to worry about. It can be anything like a cozy cabin in a magical forest or space ship floating in the outer space. Usually people shift here if they can’t decide which dr they want to focus on or a place where they can just detach and not worry about anything! (This is also a great place to respawn/permashift to)

Home reality ✩ the reality that you like to consider your “original” reality , your home! This can be any reality, including this one that we are in. A lot of permashifters and respawners like to use this term to refer to the place they’re permashifting/respawning to.

Void reality ✩ this is a term respawners mainly use to talk about the current reality they desire to get out of. The reason why they call it that is because this reality is you can say “dead to them”, it’s meaningless after they respawn!

Void vessel ✩ similar to void reality, void vessel is another respawning term that basically mean the version of you that you are leaving behind and is meaningless to you.

Subliminals ✩ Very special audios with affirmations where the conscious and aware mind cannot pick up and interfere with that goes straight to your subconscious mind! The subconscious is not logical as the conscious mind and anything you tell it, it manifests to reality. If you use a subliminal to improve your intelligence and grades, your subconscious then programs you and reality to fit those affirmations in the subliminal. It’s a very useful tool in the terms of manifestation and shifting

Channeling ✩ the process of receiving and sending messages or information from/to non-physical entities, such as spirits, universal forces, guides, higher-dimensional beings or/and people from your drs(their higher selves). (This goes hand in hand into divination)

Scripting ✩ it’s in the name, you write and describe what’s your desired reality and overall which specific reality you want to shift to. NO as you script, you are NOT creating a new reality (you are not the special god of your desired reality unless you script it and even if so, that reality/concept always existed before you even became aware of it). Scripting is like putting a detailed description on your “quantum gps” that will help you know where you want to shift to. Scripting can be complex and different for everyone! It can be digital, traditional on paper, a simple Pinterest board, or a Shakespeare like novel.

Void state / pure consciousness ✩ your purest state of form! It’s where you are just awareness and not attached to any reality and the 3D in general. Since you are fully in the 4d in this state, manifestation is insanely instant and I mean INSTANT! Which is why an insane majority of the shifting and manifestation community focuses on it a lot because once you enter this state, your manifestations/your shift you dr is guaranteed! Don’t overhype too much, it’s just another state of conciousness that everyone entered at some point (just not aware or knew what it was)

Self concept ✩ it’s in the name : it’s how you view yourself and the world around you. It’s you current mindset and main state of mind. Even though you can have poor self concept and still shift/manifest, it’s really great to work on it because you can say it’s a main basis on your 4d reality ( 4d = 3D reality )

lucid dreaming ✩ when you are aware that you are dreaming! This usually happens during your REM ( rapid eye movement) time when you are asleep where you brain is the most active.

Affirming ✩ the act of stating a fact / confirming it’s true.

Persisting ✩ the act of consistently maintaining a belief/affirming to the current/desired story, even in the face of challenges or doubt

SATS (state-akin-to-sleep) ✩ term coined by Neville Goddard— is a very effective technique for manifestation and shifting. It’s basically the transition period from being awake to being asleep (a lot refer to this as hypnagogia which is the state between awareness and sleep, often described to have dream-like experiences or hallucinations)! It’s great a method became many describe as the moment you fall asleep and wake up perfect to decode your subconscious mind. Now how do you use this state? Well, you basically fall asleep imagining and/or affirming a scene/affirmation which implies that your desire has been fulfilled.

s/o / sp ✩ abbreviation for significant other/person — basically your partner

Safe word ✩ a word/phrase that you say or an action that you do that shifts you back mainly to your current reality (or any reality that you intend to shift to)

Method ✩ a specify way you shift/manifest. There are two categories in the shifting community to which are awake methods and asleep methods. Awake methods are methods you do awake and without the need to fall asleep and asleep methods are ones that involve you use sleeping(+ intention) you don’t need methods to shift, they are just tools to help

CC / yume (yumeship) ✩

cc = comfort character

yumejoshi/yumeship = people, particularly fems who ship themselves with “fictional characters” of this reality

Brain waves ✩The rhythmic patterns of electrical activity generated by the brain and also states of the brains/consciousness. The main ones are beta = wide awake, alpha = very relaxed(the subconscious becomes open to suggestions), theta = half aware / half asleep (the subconscious is very open to suggestions), delta = unconsciousness/subconscious

Subconscious ✩ The part of the mind where we are not aware of but controls 95% of not only the mind and body but our perceptions of reality. The subconscious controls a lot of stuff like emotions, habits, dreaming, bodily habits like breathing, the 4d reality, and much more

Manifesting ✩ the act of deciding a desired thing or outcome by focusing thoughts, beliefs, affirmations, or simply knowing that you already have it by deciding it in the 4d

Face claim ✩ a specific look, especially of the face that you want to look like in your desired reality. A face claim can be anything, it’s just overall what you want to look like! Face claims can be from a drawing, vibes you want to give off, an edited version of you current reality’s face, or actual people’s faces.

Lifa app ✩ an app that many shifters use just for the shifting related activities. It doesn’t really exist (unles you manifest it into existence ) as it’s mainly for your drs. The possible is and functions of the lifa app can be endless! Its very personal, and all up to your own design

Clone ✩ this is tricky to explain, especially in a non-dehumanizing way as your clone is still you in a way. I would say that it’s like the remaining conciousness that’s left behind as you normally shift/permashift/respawn to your desired reality. As you shift, your cr body won’t just lay there unconscious (unless you intend it too) and this apply to ever other reality. Your drselves, or any version of you is not just unconscious waiting for you to shift there (unless you script it), they are continuing to live their lives just like the version that you are leaving behind will do. No it’s not some copy of you or any entity, it’s literally you in just the same way that all your drselves living their lives are you, you are just not aware of them. To put it simple, it’s just you (that’s “left behind”) living your life as you/your awareness isn’t aware of them and in another reality

Time difference ✩ the comparison between the time that you spend in your dr compared to the time that passed in your current reality.

Reincarnation ✩ a term mainly originated from Hinduism and Buddhism! It’s the belief/concept of the overall cycle of death and rebirth! After death, the person’s soul/consciousness/essence will be reborn into a new lifetime and form. I’ve seen a lot of respawners (especially sca respawners) use this term when it comes to shifting and starting afresh in their drs.

astral projection ✩ a phenomenon where the person’s conciousness/soul separates from the physical body without the need of dying and travels around without it, specifically to the astral plane. It’s in a lot of esoteric and spiritual beliefs and I highly suggest you research it from experienced people before you start doing it yourself.

irl magical girls/heroes ✩ (y’all don’t know how much I have to go into depth with this so I don’t fuck up the genuine meaning- any irl magical heroes that see this and think it’s a bit inaccurate, again please tell me 😭🙏🏻) Now I won’t say this is really 100% in the shifting community but as I go into into the whole rabbit hole of magical heroes (mainly on tumblr), I’ve noticed how a lot of the them use manifestation and chaos magic!

We all know magical girls! Well imagine them in real life! Using the power that we all have from birth to become magical heroes to protect others. They mainly use astral projection, reality shifting, manifestation, and witchcraft like chaos magic to due their duties! Here is great post explaining it all! (+ another one)

pick a card / tarot ✩ a card system (doesn’t always have to be cards but mainly used by cards) as a tool for divination to figure out and get revelations about the persons subconscious and spiritual experience (+ overall daily lives)

Sigils ✩a inscribed or painted symbol considered/intended to have magical power for a specific thing/concept

Quantum jumping ✩ basically the more scientific form of reality shifting “an abrupt transition of a quantum system from one energy state to another”

Shifter ✩ someone who practices reality shifting and the overall practices of changing their reality (me PERSONALLY like to use shifter as an umbrella term of someone who knows and experience the power of shaping their reality )

🍵 honorable mentions — in my opinion , the best people to go to for advice and knowledge

for overall shifting : @hrrtshape @interstellarrisa @mywitchyblog

pure conciousness : @b4ddprincess

law of assumption : @itsrlymine @eamour

🎀 well I hope you find this helpful, again if I get anything wrong tell me!! This took me the entire morning 💀

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Finally found some time to start this one! I’m so excited for some plant powers, ABBA, and romance 😍💚🌿

he shot a bolt of lightning at your face that you only dodged in the nick of time when Soldier Boy grabbed the back of your shirt and yanked you out of the way.

Aww, he’s already saving her. Why do I think that means something? 😂

Soldier Boy told you that it was a waste to keep a pretty little figure like yours covered up.

Of course he did. Ben really always knows how to talk to the ladies 🙈

"Yeah well, that cot is about as old as grandpa over there." You gesture to where Soldier Boy is sitting in another one of the armchairs in the corner watching you while puffing on a joint.

he'd made several comments about exactly what he'd like to do to you, but right now an emotion glimmered behind his eyes that you couldn't place.

Ooooh I’m sensing he doesn’t want her to walk home alone either. Someone already seems to have caught a little bit of feelings 😏

And I love that we have the same HC, Lee! I totally believe too that SB would just obnoxiously stare at a girl he likes – to the point it gets a little weird – and then cover it up with whatever stupid line comes to his mind lmao

Damn it, why does someone so attractive have to be such a dick?

Yep 💯 I’m already scared what Kripke will do to him in S5. At one point, is fanfic writers will have a hard time to redeem him 😅

"Oh now you're so chivalrous?" You cock your hip to the side, planting your hands on your hips. "Didn't you try to kill me last month?"

"To be fair, you were trying to kill me-"

"Because you were trying to kill Annie. Where was the chivalry when you tried to tear me apart with your bare hands?"

Ooooh? 👀 I’m guessing this is the finale at Vought Tower. I’m curious to see how you changed that ending. I always found that super hard due to Ryan (unless we pretend that kid was never there, which I’m fine with lol)

“Then again I’m sure that cot is the same age as you and it can at least get it up.”

Oh, burn 😂

And I absolutely love her powers btw!!! 😍🌿🪴 Can I tell you a secret? My favorite superhero powers have always been either time or plant powers 😂💚

I mean yes he is gorgeous, and maybe kind of charming when he's not trying to get into my pants, but I don't want just a one night fling. I want what Annie and Hughie have.

Awwww, I hope she gets it 🥹 I honestly wanna give her a big hug. She sounds a little lonely (but maybe that won’t stay this way for long 😏)

And that high school boyfriend sounded like a real winner 🙄 (But good for her for locking that douche in a tree lol!!!)

Three shadows peel off the wall of shops to your left blocking your path forward. Each is wearing a dark colored hoodie hiding their faces from view.

Ah yes! Every woman’s worst nightmare 🙈 I’d be scared shitless for her, but knowing she has superpowers helps immensely with the anxiety. And I have a weird feeling SB will pop up, too, because he still didn’t want her walking home alone because he *cares* 😏💚 (That’s probably a curse word for him lol)

And seriously, her powers are so freaking cool!!! 😍💚🪴🌿

"Don’t you ever touch her." Soldier Boy snarls. His fist is already covered in blood, the man’s face a mass of bloodied tissue and bone.

Knew it!!!! Oh, Ben aren’t you just a fucking softie inside… Why you gotta be like this? 😂🙈💚

You'd only ever seen him this mad a handful of times, one of which was when the supe tried to zap you like a fly in one of those insect traps two days ago.

Oh, of course! Why am I not surprised, huh, Ben? 😏

"That was before I-" He shakes his head angrily, eyes still blazing.

I’m sorry – you were gonna say? Before what, hmm? Oh, he’s already a complete goner, isn’t he? 😅💕

And of course he gave her an excuse and won’t admit to shit. A stroll? That’s what he’s going with. Who will buy that, Ben? You don’t look like the typical 2am stroller in the rain 😝 And it’s obvious he likes and that she’s at least attracted to his face when his mouth stays closed, but I’m honestly so fucking excited and curious to see how he will pull this off and win her over 👀

And I love his fucking argument of his attempt on her life being already a month ago 🤣🤣 Like bro, it ain’t the magic sentence you think it is lmao

"Right so those guys can get off with a warning and then go on and do the same thing over and over again." He scoffs rolling his eyes at you.

Ugh, I hate when he’s a little right 🙄

"Do you have any idea how many women would love to be saved by me?" Soldier Boy asks. He shakes his head as if he can't understand you.

Whyyyyy, Benjamin?? Why are you like this? 😩

Please I just want one guy who's not a total dick. Why is that so hard?

Because dicks are hard 😏 I see myself out…

"I can't take listening to Annie and Hughie fucking. They go at it every night and she always makes the power go off."

Pffff, this is honestly so cute 😆💕 Yes, you use that excuse, gramps lol

Mike was your neighbor, your neighbor who had lived next door to you for the past 2 years and was shamelessly in love with you. And as sweet as he was, there were a few things that you couldn't get past, most namely that he lived with his mother and that he had a mullet.

Oh, Mike, you poor soul… 😂 And the fact that Butcher mocks him and he’s just oblivious to it all. Seriously poor guy lmao

And of course, he was immediate cannon fodder for SB 🙈😆 But it says a lot when even Hughie had a hard time being nice to him lol

But honestly, as much as she hated it, SB peacocking as her boyfriend probably gave Mike the rest. I was laughing so hard during that entire exchange 😂

That’s when Soldier Boy does something even more unforgivable, he pulls you tighter against him and kisses you right there in front of Mike and his mother. The kiss is searing, making everything in your mind go blissfully blank.

Oh God 🫠🫠🫠 What I’d give to make out with this asshole 😩 (Probably had to give up feminism lol)

He winks at your poor neighbor who looks like he might cry, while his mother stands behind him fanning herself like Soldier Boy is everything she wants in a man.

Dead. I’m wheezing over here, Lee!!! 🤣🤣

“Well if we’re going to be living together doll, I’m pretty sure it is my business.”

I’m sorry, my boy… but when exactly did we let you move in? God, he’s so fucking obnoxious sometimes 😂 So that’s his plan winning her over? Forced proximity? Why am I not surprised this is the best he could come up with. He probably thinks the Stockholm syndrome will help with his flirting lmao

Every open space in your apartment was covered in plants. There wasn't a single piece of unused space in your apartment. There were large standing monstera and fiddle leaf figs shoved into every corner and pots of dark green pothos bolted into the walls trailing vines to the ground so that every wall looked alive. Jasmine crept along the wall behind the tv that sat on an antique credenza between the two windows, sending the bright scent into the living room.

I absolutely love that her apartment is full of plants!!! Total boho vibes 😍🌿

But hey, how neat! If they ever get together, she can grow weed for him 😆

Gaaaah, I’m so hooked! I love their dynamic and can’t wait to see if she gives him a chance, and what he’ll do or how he’ll change to deserve it!!! Such a fantastic start to this series! 💚💚💚

And sorry for not getting here sooner or checking in with you more this month, friend! April was a little rough and I’m still majorly catching up with everything, but I’m so glad I finally get to read this wonderful series 🥰

Chapter 1: Are You Always Like This?

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary:  When you decided to work with Butcher and his merry band of supe hunters to take down Homelander, you never expected to be saddled with a sullen, grumpy, jerk like Soldier Boy when the job was done. The more you’re around him the more you hate him, but you can’t help but wonder, is he really as big a jerk as you think? Reader is a supe with plant powers. This takes place in an AU about a month after the end of The Boys Season 3, in which Butcher has let Soldier Boy continue to work with him on his team. (I'm real bad at summaries, please forgive me!)

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers (Implied/Eventual), Age Difference (Reader is in her 20s), Protective Ben/ Soldier Boy, Fake Dating

Word Count: 7.4 K (OOPS)

Warnings: I'm going to label this 18+/Mature because Soldier Boy (he's a warning and everyone knows it), swearing, mentions of sex, sexual innuendo, sexual tension, violence. Ben/Soldier Boy might be a little bit OOC.

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person.

A/N: I know I know, I should be working on "You Call It Madness But I Call It Love," but this idea was swirling around in my head and I had to write it.

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"Alright Butcher, I'm done." You sigh closing the file in front of you and standing from the worn wooden table covered in empty Chinese food containers and stacks of papers almost as tall as you. "If I read another word about trying to stop an electrical current, I'm going to commit toaster bath and I'm taking you with me."

It was late, past two in the morning, but Butcher had a lead on a B-list supe that had been using his electrical powers to steal cars and run a chop shop business downtown. You had been close to catching him yesterday, so close in fact that your eyebrows were still a little crispy from when he shot a bolt of lightning at your face that you only dodged in the nick of time when Soldier Boy grabbed the back of your shirt and yanked you out of the way. Unfortunately, your shirt hadn't survived, it had ripped and you spent the rest of the day wearing one of Butcher's oversize Hawaiian shirts all the while Soldier Boy told you that it was a waste to keep a pretty little figure like yours covered up.

I hate him so much.

When Butcher had initially asked you to join his team a month ago you were excited, but then you found out that you were going to be stuck with Soldier Boy. The supe, that despite Annie's arguments should be given back to the government and put on ice, was allowed to join Butcher's team after he took down Homelander. Who was currently frozen on ice, somewhere. As long as Homelander was far from you, you didn't care. The guy gave you the creeps.

But the team still couldn't figure out where the electricity manipulating supe was hiding or where he was dropping the cars, which meant you had spent the past twelve hours staring at files and a computer screen so hard that you felt like your brain going to melt out of your ears.

"Do whatever ya want kid. I'm not ya damn babysitter." Butcher grunts, his face hidden behind his own file. His boots were on the table and he was leaning back in his chair so far that you were tempted to tip him over, all it would take was a good solid kick.

You smile at him. Butcher was adept at pretending that he didn't want you around, of course you knew how antsy he got when you weren't there to offer your opinion. You figured that he just liked pushing people away and given his history you understood that.

Annie sits up from where she and Hughie are cuddling on the couch. "Why don't you stay?" Her brow furrows with worry. Annie was big on the whole, "women not walking at home alone at night thing," which normally you didn't, but you figured that whatever was waiting outside the apartment was probably less intimidating than Homelander. And you could handle it.

"Because I'd like to sleep in my own bed tonight and not that godforsaken rickety cot in the corner that Frenchie got. Can't stand that one spring that always seems so happy to see me." You pull your leather jacket off of the back of the chair and whirl it around your shoulders, before bringing your hair out from under the collar.

Hughie snorts.

"Hey, that cot is an antique!" Frenchie crows from his highbacked chair spewing a mouthful of smoke into the air. Kimiko was sitting at the coffee table in front of him working on her writing, a thick black marker clutched in her hand. MM was taking the night off, but you thought he was probably trying to avoid Soldier Boy.

"Yeah well, that cot is about as old as grandpa over there." You gesture to where Soldier Boy is sitting in another one of the armchairs in the corner watching you while puffing on a joint.

He was always watching you and due to your inability to read his mind it made it difficult for you to gauge what he was thinking, but you assumed that it was the usual macho crap he spouted 100% of the time. But he wasn't checking you out, well this time he wasn't. You had caught him staring at your butt more than once, and he'd made several comments about exactly what he'd like to do to you, but right now an emotion glimmered behind his eyes that you couldn't place.

Soldier Boy stands from the chair. He was wearing a dark t-shirt that stretched over his chest and a pair of blue jeans that fit him just right, well, if you were looking at that. You were, but it was easier to pretend that you weren't. It was easier to pretend that he wasn't the most attractive man you'd ever seen in your life.

Damn it, why does someone so attractive have to be such a dick?

 "A lady like you shouldn't be walking home alone this late." He frowns at you.

"Like me?" You arch an eyebrow.

"Good thing she ain't a lady." Butcher chuckles at his joke

You punch him hard on the arm, not enough to break it, but enough to make it hurt.

“Bloody hell woman.” Butcher rubs his sore bicep shooting you an angry look.

Not many people could look intimidating while wearing a Hawaiian shirt, but Butcher pulled it off. Not many people looked good in a Hawaiian shirt either, but Butcher pulled that off too.

"I'm serious." Soldier Boy's eyes narrow.

"Oh now you're so chivalrous?" You cock your hip to the side, planting your hands on your hips. "Didn't you try to kill me last month?"

"To be fair, you were trying to kill me-"

"Because you were trying to kill Annie. Where was the chivalry when you tried to tear me apart with your bare hands?"

"There are plenty of other things I'd like to do to you with my bare hands sweetheart." His grin turns wolfish. "I'd be happy to show you sometime, perhaps you'd like some company?"

"I'd rather spend an hour with that ancient spring than roll around with you." You tap your lip thoughtfully. “Then again I’m sure that cot is the same age as you and it can at least get it up.”

Annie muffles a snort behind her hand.

“Last time I checked everything was working, perhaps you’d like to see for yourself?” Soldier Boy smirks.

 "Can't you keep in your pants for once?" Butcher sighs, tilting the file downward to glare at Soldier Boy.

You can't help but smile at Butcher's response. Butcher might have tried to push you away, but even you could see his protective instincts. That became wildly apparent whenever you went out on a mission alone and although you would think that it was annoying for someone to think they needed to protect you, in Butcher's case you made an exception.

Soldier Boy rolls his eyes. "She shouldn't walk home alone."

You wave your hand over the wilting fern on the kitchen counter, eyes shifting to green for a moment as it perks up. It was the only plant in the house and although six people lived in this apartment, not one ever remembered to water it. "And you shouldn't butt into my business."

Soldier Boy opens his mouth to speak, but Annie interrupts his train of thought.

"Wait y/n. Coffee tomorrow?" Annie asks ignoring them. She's sitting up from the couch, her body turned towards you with both of her hands on the back cushions. 

She was one of your best friends, well, really one of your only friends. You'd grown up together and when Annie moved to New York you had decided to move and take some college classes in the city while you worked at a small garden shop after class part time.

The owner still couldn't figure out why nothing you cared for seemed to die.

You usually kept your status as a supe on the down low, and only used your powers when you really had to, which wasn't often before you joined Butcher's team. You'd only lasted two semesters before Annie came to ask you for help finding Soldier Boy and after that, Butcher asked you to join his team for shit pay. You accepted but you still worked at the garden shop part-time, also for terrible pay, but you loved it there.

Your powers made it easy to make sure nothing died and sometimes it felt like home being surrounded by plants. Caring for them was the one thing you seemed to be good at, and sometimes they felt like family.

You didn't have much family left, beside your grandmother and your older brother who still lived back in Des Moines, and sometimes it was lonely in the city. Annie was the only person who you'd been able to connect with since you moved, and now that you weren't going to classes the friends you made in college didn't really understand what you were doing with your life.

And telling them "oh I hunt down supes for a living and sometimes kill them" didn't really sound like something you could say in passing. It also did wonders for your dating life… NOT.

"Sorry babe, I'm at the shop tomorrow. But I'm off at 3 if you want to get coffee after?" You hold open the front door of the apartment, looking back at her expectantly.

You hated blowing Annie off, especially since the two of you hadn't been able to hang out outside of missions mostly because she was spending all her time with Hughie.

"Sounds great!" She beams.

And with that you disappear out down the hallway and into the night.

It's raining as you walk down the desolate streets. Cars splash water over the gum covered sidewalks that soaks through your tennis shoes and makes every step against the ground squish. But you ignore it.

You usually loved when it rained, loved to feel the cooling water pool against your skin, loved to hear the soft patter of it against the windows of your apartment, loved the earthy smell that came with the drops, but not tonight. You were still thinking about Soldier Boy.

You don't know why you let him get under your skin so much. You'd met men like him in the past and it was usually easy for you to brush them off, but not him.

I mean yes he is gorgeous, and maybe kind of charming when he's not trying to get into my pants, but I don't want just a one night fling. I want what Annie and Hughie have.

You think about your best friend and her loving boyfriend. You tried not to be jealous, but it was hard when the last time you had a lasting relationship was your first boyfriend back in high school who, when he found out you were a supe, was only interested if you had the power to shape shift into someone 'a little more busty.' The relationship ended with you locking him in a tree and the fire department having to come cut him out. He was fine, maybe a little more green than a normal person, but...

You'd heard that he got a job from the Green Giant Vegetable Company doing cameos as the Jolly Green Giant. So if anything, you helped him have a career?

Annie and Hughie were both head over heels in love with each other, knew everything about each other, didn't have any secrets, and it wasn't just sex, it was a close relationship with someone else who understood every part of you. You wanted that; and as much as you had avoided relationships in the past due to your supe status, you still hoped to find a supe that was kind and didn't think that they were a god for what they could do.

Why do so many have a god complex?

You think again about Soldier Boy. That wasn't the first time he had tried to coax you into bed and it wouldn't be the last, that was for sure. At first you had hoped that he would give up, it had been a month since you'd met, but he was still going strong, despite having a different woman in that apartment almost every night.

Maybe he's just really horny after being trapped in a lab all these years. Then again- You remember all the articles you read about him from the 80s, the ones that recorded his numerous escapades and think about his founding of Herogasm.

Maybe he's always like that, but he never comes on to Annie or Kimiko, only me. And I've threatened castration multiple times. You'd think he would care more about that than anything else.

You consider with a frown, clutching your jacket tighter around you. Rain trickled down from your hair and under the collar of your jacket to soak into your t-shirt. Your once light blue jeans were soaked to a dark navy with the amount of water that splashed up from the road and dripped down your back. For the first time in forever, you wished that it wasn't raining.

Probably should have just gotten a cab, but it's so expensive and-

"Hey baby." Someone calls from behind you.

Can't I just walk home without being hit on? One time?

"Not interested." You shout back, continuing to squish down the cracked sidewalks.

Three shadows peel off the wall of shops to your left blocking your path forward. Each is wearing a dark colored hoodie hiding their faces from view.

Is my luck really this bad? I never hear about Annie getting mugged or Hughie. And Hughie definitely looks wimpier than me.

"Don't be like that baby." The man behind you says.

You half turn your body so you can see all your supposed attackers at once. There are actually two men behind you, both wearing similar hoodies to the three now standing on your right.

Oh look they color coordinated their outfits… cute.

The man opens his mouth again.

"I'm gonna stop you right there." You hold up a finger. "I've been dealing with a horny 104 year old  geriatric man all day long. Please don't push me right now." It was an attempt to warn them, but you knew they probably wouldn’t listen to you.

No one ever does.

"Sounds like you need someone to relax with." The man smirks steeping forward to grab your arm. "I'd be happy to ease some of that tension baby."

"Look. I'm going to give you a chance to walk away. To avoid making one of the biggest mistakes of your life. Because honestly you all have the worst luck in the world." You jerk your arm away from him.

"I like em feisty.” He purrs stepping forward again while the others laugh. “Come on baby-“

He doesn't get to finish his sentence. You grab him around the throat, lifting him in the air like he weighs nothing, your eyes beginning to glow a brilliant green.

“I did try to warn you.”

"She's a supe!" He shouts struggling against your grip.

You throw him backwards into the other man standing to your right before facing the men on your left. Each one has pulled out a knife preparing to rush towards you.

"I get it. Y’all are out late, you bought matching outfits, but do we really have to-“

The first one rushes you, waving his knife through the air in a frantic dance. He doesn't get the chance to make contact with your arm. Vines erupt out of the pavement, breaking through the cracks in the concrete, binding themselves around the man who lets out a savage cry, quickly silenced while the vines continue to wrap around his body until there's nothing left but a mass of struggling green foliage on the pavement and some muffled screams.

He's lucky, could have had him dragged back under ground.

His friends stand there for a moment, eyeing one another as if they're not sure what just happened. You can practically see them trying to decide if you're still worth the trouble.

“Anyone else?”

The battle that follows is swift, the sound of cracking bones and the soft thud of punches landing echo over the soft patter of rain in the night as you dodge their blows and land your own against them. The vines continue to spread outward snatching up the men who fall to the ground in front of you, dragging each one up the street light above that sends yellowed light over the desolate streets. By now each bound body hangs from above like a sack of meat in a meat cooler, moving with the struggling men inside while the muffled cries shatter the still silence of the night.

Sometimes it's really too easy.

And as you begin to turn back someone grabs you by the hair, yanking you into their sweaty embrace. The leader's hot breath sticks to your cheeks, the cool metal of his switchblade pressing down so hard on your throat that you feel the pinprick of blood begin to form under the tip.

“What are you gonna do now bitch?” He snarls in your ear.

"Give you one more chance to surrender." You spit.

Like I'm going to give him the satisfaction of me begging for my life.

"I'm gonna enjoy this-" The man begins to say, pressing the knife deeper into your throat, but the rest of his sentence is cut off with a strangled cry as he's pulled away from you.

 What the hell just-

You turn around, freezing in shock.

Soldier Boy is crouching there in his t-shirt, jacket, and jeans over the man who just had a knife to your throat. His fist rising and falling as he punches the man in the face.

"Don’t you ever touch her." Soldier Boy snarls. His fist is already covered in blood, the man’s face a mass of bloodied tissue and bone.

"Stop you're going to kill him-" You run forward to stop Soldier Boy, but he doesn't stop even when you try to grab on to his hand.

"I said STOP." You shout louder, this time manipulating a vine to wrap around Soldier Boy's arm and restrain it.

Fuck he might already be dead.

"Let me go." Soldier Boy's eyes narrow. The usual green was replaced by a darkened pit with his rage. You'd only ever seen him this mad a handful of times, one of which was when the supe tried to zap you like a fly in one of those insect traps two days ago.

Why is he angry?

"I'm not going to let you go, until you promise not to kill him."

"I should." He snarls back at you.

"What are you talking about?"

He stands from the body, eyeing the last attacker who runs full speed down the sidewalk and vanishes into the darkness.   "I should kill him for trying to hurt you." Soldier Boy says simply.

You wave your hand allowing the vine to let go of his arm. "Where do you come off so high and mighty? You literally tried to kill me last month."

"That was before I-" He shakes his head angrily, eyes still blazing.

"Look I don't need you to protect me. Given what I've had to deal with all day I was looking forward to kicking some ass."

"You did." He smirks nodding his head in the direction of the men hanging from the streetlamp above you. “I just thought that you were outnumbered.”

"Why are you here?" You sigh pinching the bridge of your nose.

"I wanted to go for a stroll." Soldier Boy shrugs. He flexes his hand, before wiping the blood on the front of the sweatshirt of the man on the ground.

"Uh-huh. Well I don't need you to protect me." You say again, crossing your arms over your chest. "I had this handled."

"You sure doll?"

"Look I get it- you think that you're some knight in shining armor because you have this macho complex. But I'm fine on my own." You begin to step around the bodies of the men on the ground moving in the direction of your apartment, but Soldier Boy follows you.

"Where do you think you're going?" You turn to look at where he falls into step beside you.

"You shouldn't be walking home alone."

"Well you're sure as hell not going home with me."

His lip turns up in a smirk, towering over you. Soldier Boy is easily a foot taller than you, so broad that it's impossible to look past his imposing figure. It would be attractive if he wasn't so damn annoying. "Come on sweetheart, I know you want me to go home with you." He purrs with a smile. "I think you'd really enjoy it if I did. And I'll even let you tie me up with those pretty vines of yours." Ben leans in towards your face and you take a step back.

"Hard pass. So what? Is this your big move? Acting all chivalrous just to get a woman into bed with you?"

"That depends, is it working?"

"No. Now go back to the apartment, before I send you there in pieces." You turn back to squish down the sidewalk at a faster pace, hoping he will get a hint and leave you alone. But you knew he wouldn’t stop. He practically thrived on teasing you, had been the bane of your existence since you met him. And nothing seemed to dissuade him.

"What is your problem with me?" He jogs to catch up. "And don't say that it's because I tried to kill you, that was last month-"

"I think that's applicable to this week and the week after that and the week after that." You count out with every finger to further emphasize your point, but you know that Soldier Boy won't give up that easy.

"Are you always this fucking angry?" He almost laughs.

"I don’t know. Are you always this fucking annoying?" You turn to face him narrowing your eyes.

Soldier Boy chuckles at your look, running a hand through his hair that has darkened in the spray of water, his green eyes watching you curiously. They were shinning now, not the blacked pits of hate they were when he was beating the guy two minutes ago. For a second, just for a second, you see how handsome he is all over again.

"Come on, give me a real answer and I'll leave you alone." He's smiling at you now, giving you one of those boyish grins that, if it were anyone else, would make your heart stop.

He just wants sex. He doesn't care about you. He won't ever care about you. Breathe.

"Fine." You sigh. "You might say you're a supe, but you're not a hero. People like you and Homelander, you don't care about anyone but yourself. You use your powers for you and on your own terms. You were going to kill that guy-" You gesture back towards where the body is still on the ground, the man's heart beat is dangerously low.

"He was threatening you. A thank you might be nice." Soldier Boy's cheeks flush as he glares down at you with darkened eyes, his anger surging back in his chest.

"Yes he was threatening me, but I'm okay and you could have just taken him to jail. You didn't have to beat his face in."

"So you're saying if he had been attacking someone else you wouldn't have done the same?"

"I would have subdued him and then waited for the police to get there. The men hanging from the streetlight aren't dead. We aren't the law-"

"Right so those guys can get off with a warning and then go on and do the same thing over and over again." He scoffs rolling his eyes at you.

"It doesn't give you the right to kill them."

"I suppose you don't believe in the death penalty either."

"I believe in the death penalty Gramps. I just don't believe it is our job to carry it out." Your temper was flaring against your skin distracting you from the chill of the rain as it soaked into your clothes.

"Do you have any idea how many women would love to be saved by me?" Soldier Boy asks. He shakes his head as if he can't understand you.

You didn't blame him, most people didn't, that was why you spent most of your time alone.

"I'm not one of them. So leave me alone." You turn to go.

Honestly, why is this the kind of guy I attract? You roll your eyes to yourself. Oh you mean, tall, dark, handsome, gorgeous- The other little voice in your head whispers in your ear. NO. You tell yourself. Please I just want one guy who's not a total dick. Why is that so hard?

"I still don't think it's a good answer." He huffs.

"Of course you don't." You roll your eyes and begin to walk again. The streetlamps above send an eerie yellow glow over the parked cars along the road and over the crackled pavement. If Soldier Boy wasn't here bothering you, you might have stopped to admire the water as it splashed underneath the suspension bridge beyond the crowded buildings, but you wanted to get home. Without him if possible.

You glance over at Soldier Boy again. He looks normal right now, always does when he's not wearing his suit. And when he shut up you could see why people were so in love with him. It was when he opened his mouth that it reminded you exactly why you didn't like him.

You stop in front of your apartment building and force yourself to smile. "Thank you for walking me home." You say through tight lips, hoping that the false sincerity will make him leave.

He gazes up at your building with a frown. "This is a pretty shitty apartment building."

"Thank you. Not all of us inherited millions of dollars from our parents."

He pauses for a moment continuing to look up at the building, before he sighs loudly. "Look, I-." He sighs again. "I can't take listening to Annie and Hughie fucking. They go at it every night and she always makes the power go off."

You knew that already. It was another reason why you didn't like staying at the apartment, because listening to your best friend get railed by her boyfriend was not your idea of a good time.

You look up at Ben, and for a second you see a glimmer of the truth, just a flash of something that wasn't like the misogynistic attitude he usually had and it made you pause. He almost looked, sad and it made you feel bad for him. Of course you felt bad for him before, when you found out his entire team just gave him away to be experimented on and when probably the woman that he'd come the closest to loving really didn't care about him at all.

It must be incredibly lonely to come back to a world where almost everyone you know is dead. Guilt builds in your chest at the thought. I had lost my fair share of people, but not everyone in my life and I certainly didn’t learn about it on the same day.

"You know I think that's the first honest thing you've ever said to me." You say quietly shifting from foot to foot.

He half-smiles. "Maybe."

You chew on the inside of your cheek considering. You weren't afraid of him. You knew that with your powers you could take him. You were stronger than most and harder to kill. And despite the bad things you thought about him and knew about him, you kinda thought he was relatively harmless, well, you didn't think he was a rapist.

"Fine. But you're staying on the couch. And if I wake up and you're anywhere near my bedroom, I'll castrate you." You warn as walk up to the front doors and type in the code to unlock them, with Soldier Boy following behind you.

When you make it to the third floor, you raise one hand to stop him from going any further. It falls against his muscular chest and you fail trying not to admire how it feels beneath your hand.

Why am I so thirsty?

"If you wanted to grab my chest doll, all you had to do was ask-" Soldier Boy begins to say, but you raise the hand to cover his mouth.

"Shh." You hiss. "We have to be quiet or Mike will come out-"

"Who?" He asks, muffled against your hand.

You hear a door down the hallway creak open, spilling yellowed light onto the dark blue carpet of the hallway. "Shit. Too late."

Mike steps out of his apartment with a wide smile as soon as he sees you. "HEY y/n!" He crows, waving his free hand enthusiastically. "I didn't know you were getting in so late, but I wanted to give you this." Mike holds out a giant casserole dish filled with something that you can't identify. It's multi colored with multiple layers, one of which looks suspiciously like rice and the next layer looks like cake.

There's no way I'm eating that. Maybe if I force feed it to Soldier Boy he'll leave me alone.

Mike was your neighbor, your neighbor who had lived next door to you for the past 2 years and was shamelessly in love with you. And as sweet as he was, there were a few things that you couldn't get past, most namely that he lived with his mother and that he had a mullet.

One time you'd had a nightmare about it ripping itself from his head, breaking in to your apartment, and smothering you in your sleep.

Not fun.

"Hey Mike." You smile tightly at him, dropping your hand from Soldier Boy's mouth. "Yeah I'm sorry I was out with some friends."

"You should have asked me to come! I love your friends." Mike smiles so wide you're afraid that it's going to break his face. “Especially Butcher. He’s so funny. Always joking-"

Poor Mike.

Every time that Butcher had come over to talk shop, he would mock Mike endlessly. And Mike was just too sweet to realize it. Hughie was the only one who actively tried to be nice to Mike, but even he found it difficult. Annie was the worst though, she'd tease you constantly about what your children would look like and had taken to photoshopping mullets onto pictures of babies and sending them to you at inopportune times.

"Maybe next time." You cough out an awkward laugh while Soldier Boy snorts behind you.

You continue down the hallway towards your apartment, the door next to his, and hope that he'll go back into his home, but no such luck.

“My mom made this for you!” He holds the dish out towards you.

“Oh um that’s so nice of her. But I can’t except that-“

Mike's mother comes to stand in the doorway of their shared apartment. She was wearing a bright purple Mumu, her makeup caked thickly on her face and her eyes accentuated with bright blue eye shadow. “Sure you can sweetie. You’re Mike’s special friend.” She winks before trailing her eyes up and down your body. “And you’ve got such a cute little figure.” His mother does a little shimmy as if trying to get you to do the same.

Kill me now.

“That’s what I keep telling her.” Soldier Boy purrs behind you.

“Don’t make me kill you.” You mutter back, knowing full well he can hear you with his super-hearing.

Oddly enough Mike does look suspiciously like his mother, they are both the same height, exactly three inches under you, and have the same mullet, but hers is a shocking blue-gray and his is jet black.

He blushes at her words. “Aww mom.”

Soldier Boy muffles a laugh before disguising it into a cough. You elbow him hard in the stomach.

“Well thank you.” You take the casserole dish with one hand, hoping that you can open the door and usher Soldier Boy in before he makes a comment. "I've had a long day and it's really late-"

“I helped her make this one.” Mike interrupts scooting closer to you, so close that you get a lungful of his terrible cologne, the one that the super sells for four dollars and smells like baby powder and Cheez-its.

“A man who can do it all.” Soldier Boy whispers to you.

Mike looks above your head as if noticing Soldier Boy for the first time. “Who’s that? I thought I knew all your friends.”

“He’s certainly very handsome-“ Mike's mother blushes from the doorway.

“Your brother?” Mike offers.

You can see his expression turn hopeful.

Probably thinking about how he can become friends with "said brother" and that will escalate our "relationship." 

“I’m Ben.” Soldier Boy says, stepping around you to shake Mike’s hand. “I’m y/n's boyfriend.”

Your cheeks bloom a bright pink, unable to respond to the ridiculous statement that he just made.

Murder. That's what sounds good right now.

“Oh.” Mike’s face falls. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” His eyes flick back to you, disappointment swimming in the irises.

You watch Mike’s hope begin to circle the drain.

“Well actually-“ You begin, but Soldier Boy interrupts you.

“Sorry I’ve been out of town for a while. We've been trying to do this long distance thing- you know how it is, late night phone calls-“ Ben trails off with a wolfish grin before dropping an arm around your shoulders. “But I just couldn’t take the long distance. Missed her too much. Phone call isn’t the same as sleeping in the same bed. Definitely not as satisfying. Not to mention there’s only so much my hand can do.”

Your cheeks bloom an even brighter red at his insinuation.  That’s when Soldier Boy does something even more unforgivable, he pulls you tighter against him and kisses you right there in front of Mike and his mother. The kiss is searing, making everything in your mind go blissfully blank. It had been so long since someone kissed you, since someone had held you this close to them without trying to kill you. His tongue teases your bottom lip and before you can stop yourself you open your mouth wider to let him in sighing softly against his lips, while you grip the front of his jacket.

For a moment you can’t remember why you didn’t want him to kiss you, why you denied yourself of this for so long. And then Soldier Boy's hand slides from your back to grab a handful of your ass.

Right.

You slap him so hard across the face that you're sure it would have broken the cheekbone of anyone who wasn’t a supe.

But Soldier Boy only grins wider, squeezing your butt again. “She knows that I like it a little rough.” He turns his lazy gaze back to Mike.

You open your mouth to cuss him out.

“Well we should probably get going.” Soldier Boy breezes. “Probably going to be a long night. If you know what I mean. But we’ll try to keep it down. Then again my girl's a little loud.” He winks at your poor neighbor who looks like he might cry, while his mother stands behind him fanning herself like Soldier Boy is everything she wants in a man.

He's ten for ten with the older ladies I'll say that.

“Oh right. Well I guess I’ll see you around y/n.” Mike turns to go.

“Mike wait-“ You try to say but he’s already vanishing through the door.

“Nice to meet you Mark.” Soldier Boy calls at his retreating figure, getting his name wrong on purpose.

You don’t even use your key to open the door you're so mad, the plants inside let you in. As soon as it opens, you haul Soldier Boy by the front of his jacket through the doorway and pin him to the wall just inside.

The casserole dish lands on your counter and by some miracle doesn’t break.

“What the hell is your problem?” Your hand is fisted in the front of his shirt, eyes blazing with anger and embarrassment.

He only grins. “You didn’t want me to play along? Sounded like that guy had been trying to get into your pants for a while. Unless he already has been or you want him to?"

You flush a deeper shade of crimson. "That is absolutely none of your business!"

“Well if we’re going to be living together doll, I’m pretty sure it is my business.”

“WE AREN'T LIVING TOGETHER I'M JUST LETTING YOU CRASH ON THE COUCH TONIGHT AND THEN YOU'RE GONE.” You shout.

“I think you’re gonna get pretty attached to me sleeping here. Maybe even  you let me sleep in your bed and even fu-“

You knock him back against the wall again. “If you finish that sentence I’m going to throw you out the window.”

“If you keep knocking me around, Mike's going to think you’re into some pretty kinky stuff.” Soldier Boy smirks down at you. “It’s actually turning me on a bit. Is it turning you on?”

“I don’t have to let you stay here.” You growl, releasing him.

“I think it’s because you like me.” He teases.

“I don’t.” You frown grows. “Okay couch is there goodnight.”

You point in the direction of the worn leather couch. You'd hauled it up three flights of stairs with Annie when you first moved in after you found a guy online selling it for nothing. And when you showed up to get it, he presumed to say it would be free if you let him take a picture of your feet. And after, when he had a black eye and a fun story to tell his wife, he gave you the couch for nothing as promised.

“No kiss goodnight?” Soldier Boy pouts his lips innocently.

“You already had one of those.” You snap thinking about slapping him again and trying hard not to think about how much you wanted to kiss him again.

Get a grip.

“Right. You liked it.”

“No I didn’t. And the next time you shove your tongue into my mouth I’ll bite it off.”

“You’re really violent for such a little thing.” Soldier Boy eyes you up and down as if sizing you up.

“And you’re really dick-like for someone who’s supposed to have the wisdom of the ages.” You turn towards the hallway intent on going to bed to avoid any more conversation with him.

"Whoa." You hear Soldier Boy say as he looks into your living room.

It was the reaction that everyone had when they entered your apartment. You had a small one bedroom apartment on the third floor of a building that you believed might be older than Soldier Boy. The kitchen and living room was mostly one room, the kitchen to the left with outdated appliances and a small circular wooden table with three chairs that served as your kitchen table and desk, and was separated by the large leather aforementioned couch that faced the wall that held two large windows. Beyond the front door was a small hallway that held the only bathroom in the apartment and your bedroom.

But that's not what was surprising.

Every open space in your apartment was covered in plants. There wasn't a single piece of unused space in your apartment. There were large standing monstera and fiddle leaf figs shoved into every corner and pots of dark green pothos bolted into the walls trailing vines to the ground so that every wall looked alive. Jasmine crept along the wall behind the tv that sat on an antique credenza between the two windows, sending the bright scent into the living room.

There was a large rectangular box bolted in the space above your sink where herbs and tomatoes hung down, probably a fire hazard, but you didn't care. The vibrant smell of mint, the spicy smell of rosemary, and soft tones of oregano and basil fused the air in your apartment with a life force that was impossible to ignore.

A large apple tree grew in a pot as big around as you next to the couch, with brilliant red apples hanging from it's branches, while a lemon tree and a tangerine tree intertwined their branches just behind the kitchen table.  The refrigerator, once white, was covered in the tangled vines of blackberry and raspberry, hanging with full fruit, while a potted strawberry plant sits prettily on top of the kitchen table, the bright red fruit enticing.

It was a lot. You knew it was a lot, but helping plants grow was the only thing you were good at, the only thing that felt right. One day you hoped that you could move somewhere and open a farmers market, but today you were stuck here, with Soldier Boy, who probably thought that you were crazy.

"I mean. I knew you had plant powers but this is-" He begins to say.

"A lot. I know." You roll your eyes. "The bathroom is down the hall." You gesture with your free hand towards the darkened hallway. "I guess I'll get you a pillow."

Ben is still looking around the room dumbfounded, as if he's never seen anything like this in his life, and he probably hasn't.

He's been in a Russian Lab for the past forty years, I mean he's probably not used to seeing anything this green.

You find the extra pillow in the linen closet along with one of the crocheted granny square blankets you made last year when Annie and you had a Jaws movie marathon, and a towel, before you move back into the living room.

Ben is still standing awkwardly by the couch as if he's not sure what to do, and it's the first time you've seen him look lost.

"Here." You throw him the pillow and the towel before you drape the blanket over the back of the couch. "One night."

"Why are you working for Butcher?"

"What?" The question catches you off guard. You were expecting him to make another pass at you, maybe check you out again. He was looking at you, but it was different, his gaze was softer, curious.

"You don't seem like you-" He gestures around the room. "Like you fit."

You blink for a second. "Um."

"I mean Annie used to be one of the Seven, Hughie does whatever the fuck Butcher tells him, but you you're different." His brow furrows together as if he can't figure you out.

"I really don't want to do this with you."

"This?" He looks confused again.

"Opening up with one another. You're here for one night. That's it." You force yourself to say, but the reality was you were still surprised, surprised that he actually seemed to care.

Stop. He's changing tactics because nothing else worked. He's pretending to care about you because he still wants to sleep with you.

"Please."

You can't answer for a second. It was the first time that he'd said that word in front of you before, or acted this way. It was also the first time that it had just been the two of you, before Butcher had been there or Frenchie or Annie and Hughie, but this was the first time that the two of you had been left alone.

Maybe that's why?

You hesitate before you answer, he was the last person you really wanted to open up to.

"I don't know, it's not all that bad." You shrug. "Before I didn't really use my powers all that much except like this." You gesture around the room for emphasis. "And when I went to college everyone was so serious about their futures and I didn't really like any of the classes. The only thing I enjoyed was using my powers at Please Don’t Die, the plant store I work at. And then Annie asked me to come help her out-" You bite your cheek. "She's my best friend and maybe I wanted to spend more time with her."

"But is it what you really want?" He cocks his head to the side, holding the pillow in one hand and the towel in the other.

You'd never seen him look so calm before, relaxed, like being here with you was washing away any anger or frustration he still had about the past. It was confusing, and at the same time you could feel your heart beginning to betray you. It was hard not to fall for him when he looked so good, eyes soft, dark hair falling into his eyes, clothes still dripping rain on your hardwood floors.

No. I will not fall in love with him, I will not fall in love with-

"Goodnight Soldier Boy. I'll see you in the morning." You turn to go, ignoring his final question.

"You can call me Ben." He almost whispers it, the sound of his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine.

"What?" You look back at him.

"You never call me Ben. But you can, if you want." He shrugs his shoulders, before he shakes his head as if he's annoyed with himself for suggesting it. "Never mind, just fucking forget about it-"

"Goodnight Ben." You feel the end of your mouth twitch up into a smile and with that you disappear into your bedroom, locking the door behind you.

And deep down you know that it's not to keep him out, but to keep you in.

As always, thank you so much for reading!

If you liked this story be sure to read my follow up fic that takes place in the future:

Open Mic Night!

Or if you'd like to read another series please try:

You Call It Madness But I Call It Love!

If The Stars Wish It So

A/N: I know it's crazy to start another series right now, but I'm kinda feeling this reader and Ben together? What do y'all think about it?

A/N: Update I've made a huge mistake and started another series.

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[pellowinksx]

a long post about how to manifest except I say the same thing over and over in different words

affirm and persist

assume and continue assuming

keep telling yourself you have it and it will conform

the 3d reflects your thoughts

"pick a version of yourself and lie about it until its true, block everything else that says you don't have it" -IGETEVERYTHINGIWANT on twitter

decide and keep deciding

just keep affirming

speak your desires into existance

"tell yourself that you have it and the law will automatically do its job"-nswaa127 on twitter

"a state is a location, to get to that location you affirm" -sammyingram

your subconscious is always accepting what you tell it so just keep telling it what you want until it conforms

just fucking affirm

just decide

just assume

just tell yourself you have it

(can you tell I'm going insane)

your thoughts create your reality so just think of what you want

live in the end and persist

persist

do you fucking understand yet?

keep persisting

persist no matter what

"if you're manifesting your dr and your cr is falling apart I HAVE SOME NEWS FOR YOU" -some girl who manifested a penthouse on twitter

just fucking affirm

robotic affirmations are goated

affirm and persist (did I fucking say that already)

just keep affirming

affirmations are just thoughts so just think

affirm

affirm

affirm

????? lalalalalala (pellowinks crashing out here)

you already have your desire right when you say you do

please affirm

affirmations are statements.

state you have what you want keep going until the 3d confirms

"saturate your mind until the 3d throws up your desire!" -unknown on twitter

"just affirm" -dollphied on twitter

"Your subconscious accepts what it hears, sees, and feels the most — not what’s true. Familiar = safe. Safe = real. Saturation makes your new assumption familiar enough to be seen as truth." -juni on twitter

your desires are yours already

^^vibe to this while recognizing you have what you want

you're the creator of your reality

(from an islamic standpoint)

allah loves to hear the voices of those who persist in dua again and again

allah is with the paitent

never say "inshallah" when making dua only say amen because its yours already!

allah never rejects your dua, he either gives it to you (if you persist) or gives you good deeds on the day of judgement

all affirmations work

yes you can manifest anything you want

yes you have it just keep saying you do

affirm and stop questioning

the law is just affirming until you have it

^^ your doubts when you persist in the new story

^^ off topic but this song is goated

K BYE

(I will redirect you to this post if you ask me something stupid)

[usedpidemo]

Cherry ((G)I-dle Minnie)

For you, nothing compares to seeing your favorite artist live, doing what they love the most.

For Minnie, nothing compares to the continued echo of a roaring crowd screaming her name.

But when it’s all said and done, nothing compares to the sound of her one and only fan shouting her name while he’s giving every last inch into her.

—————

Checking your phone, you see the posts on social media. While everyone else is still inside that stadium, Minnie is nowhere to be found, disappearing right after her 30 minute set, no-showing the arbitrary farewell walk around to the fans. Not that everyone cares or will give her heat for her sudden absence, but her presence leaves quite a noticeable hole in the venue.

Judging by how she’s opening the door to her hotel room, you can guess as to where she’s gone. 

Looking through your recorded footage, her eyes kept a steady track on you, as if she personally singled you out. Giving you flirty winks, subtle flying kisses in your direction, smiling at you even as she hosts the rest of the audience between transitions—the signs were there all along. You were caught up in the moment of her performance to properly notice.

That, and your intrusive handmade banner is quite easy for her to notice.

Speaking of—Minnie’s been holding your banner the entire ride back, finally setting it aside on the dining table. With every glance at your simple ‘I love you’ message, her gummy smile only widens. It’s heartwarming to see your effort be rewarded in quite the grandiose manner. A simple acknowledgement would have been enough—a simple heart, a wave, a general glance in your direction, anything.

You never expected to share a ride back to her hotel before she personally guided you inside her personal place.

She always points out how cute your handwriting is. That you went out of your way to write in Thai, even if it's evidently using Google Translate, saying that she’ll keep it in her place in appreciation. 

And so, you have to address the elephant in the room:

“Why me?” you ask, as your gaze wanders around her hotel room, quite simple in design and only meant for simple overnight stays. You can see the venue you were in minutes ago from the large window, a lifetime away thanks to the nighttime traffic. 

“Because I saw it!” Minnie replies, grinning, falling into her usual idol posture like muscle memory. Hands folded together, classy, even if her still-worn stage outfit says otherwise. Casually flaunting off her tight figure and toned little belly just for you. It’s hypnotic. “Flew in from far away just to see me perform here? You’re committed.”

“I mean—you haven’t performed in my country in years,” you remark, bitter at the thought. One of your driving motivations is to at least see her if the worst happened. Fortunately, they’re here to stay a little longer. Nevertheless, your patience was far past its breaking point, and you had to take matters into your own hands. “You have no idea how long I waited for you to come back.”

Minnie frowns, apologetic and empathetic over your plight. “Sorry. We want to reach out and perform everywhere, but—”

“Yeah, I know. I’ve heard it all the time, no need to remind me,” you interrupt, unwilling to hear the same rote excuse for the umpteenth time. Of course it’s the company’s fault, and not you for living in an unprofitable market for international artists to perform. “But that doesn’t matter now. If you ever go and tour, I’ll try flying out here again, like I did just for you.”

Almost immediately, her downcast expression shifts into a look of joy. “Aw. I hope it doesn’t mean you’re going broke for us. It’s not worth it.”

“Of course not,” is your reply, as if you anticipated this exact response. “I wouldn’t even think about going on this trip if I knew I’d be eating cup noodles for the next month.”

“Sounds fun,” Minnie jests, approaching you and brushing loose strands of your hair covering your forehead. Cupping a hand on your cheek, she whispers against your other cheek, her breath hot: “I’ll pay for whatever you need. Flight tickets, hotel accommodation, transportation—name it and I got you covered.”

“Everything’s been accounted for, but I appreciate the thought,” you remark, your eyes following hers. Staring into each other’s gaze intently, her warmth and sincerity in full bloom, you’re falling deeper in love with her. “I—I just didn’t think this would ever happen.”

“No one does,” is her remark, tone sensual, pulling your head closer against hers. “Now I want to ask you a question, and I want you to be honest with me.”

“Of course.”

Her breath tickles your ear, sending chills down your spine. “What’s your favorite song I did tonight?”

You pause, give her a subtle smile, which she immediately reads. Like she already has a clue.

“I think you already know the answer.”

She breathes against your skin in the shape of a chuckle and a smirk. The song begins to play moments later, courtesy of her own phone.

Minnie quietly mouths the lyrics in your ear, and you can’t help but lean closer to get a feel of her lips kissing your skin. You sense the ripple of her waist against yours, a gentle rustle of her shrinking skirt. You engross yourself in the moment that you don’t notice her hands dragging you with her in the direction of the living room couch.

Pushing you onto the sofa right as the second line hits, Minnie continues mouthing the words to her own song effortlessly, dancing before you so sexily knowing she’d never try on stage in a million years, even with their group’s more risque concepts. Her eyes demand every bit of your attention—not that you had anything else in mind but her. 

A private performance, meant only for you. Turning her hotel room into a club, you’d be throwing what little money you have for her if you had anything left. 

And by God, she loves it. Relishing how whipped you are for her. Doesn’t matter if it’s one or thousands, she lives for the attention and praise.

As the chorus hits, Minnie drops to the floor, stomach down ass up, kicking her heels up in the air, her stare remaining fixated at you all throughout. Rehearsed and practiced, yet looking so natural. You can only watch in awe, wondering how long she’s been waiting for the opportunity, how many times she’s done this before to others, and how the stars perfectly aligned for you to have this personalized moment.

It’s torturing you right now that you can’t reach out and touch her, even if you wanted to.

Picking herself off the floor, she saunters toward you, your nerves tensing with every moment, every step forward. Fingers digging deeper into the fabric of your pants, it’s all purposeful how she moves: every sway of her hips, her hands running down her svelte figure, the twirl when she’s standing right between your legs, flaunting her petite ass peeking through her skirt before squatting down in front of you, an arm’s reach away.

The lyrics perfectly describe the situation: 

“Oh no, here we go. Watch me shake it low.”

It’s like she’s daring you to take her and make her yours.

Her ass lingers far longer than what you can perceive. No matter how desperate you are, you can’t bring yourself to move a muscle, do anything but admire and watch helplessly even as Minnie offers herself to you on a silver platter. Not for lack of trying; your mind can’t handle what’s happening right now.

She looks over shoulder with a wicked grin, as if this isn’t the first time she’s left someone victimized with her deliberate teasing.

As if that wasn’t enough, when she spins around to face you, she drags your hands off your pants, replacing them with her own. Leaning forward, her hot breath reacquainting with your skin, followed by the faintest of air kisses. Slowly but surely, she clambers onto your lap, creating unbearable heat between your legs. 

There’s no denying it now. 

Instinctively, your hands find purchase on her ass, squeezing them hard, drawing a moan out of her. Minnie responds in kind, rolling her head back, grinding her hips on your lap, fanning the flames. Her tummy right in your face, you bend forward and kiss her, tracing a path up to her crop top, resting between her chest. Her fingers find their way around your neck, inching herself closer to you till you can hardly breathe.

“Fuck, it’s been a while since I’ve gotten to do this,” she sighs, breaking herself free from the immersion of her own performance. Glancing down to find your face between her bra, she pulls on your face, drawing your gaze to meet hers. “Like what you see?”

“Fuck yes, I do,” you huff, returning to kiss her bra. “But I’ve got a feeling this wasn’t the first time.”

Minnie laughs. “No shit.”

“Just you, or do the others—”

“You already know,” she interrupts, cupping your chin and redirecting your eyes back on her, shutting you up. “Now can we go back to the moment?”

Without another word, she leans down and meets you for a passionate kiss. Eyes closed, letting your feelings do all the talking. At that moment, you’re not fan and idol, but two lovers finding solace in each other’s arms. The only break is when she pulls back to lift your shirt over your head before you’re passionately making out to her own song again.  

She doesn’t even bring up the fact that your hands have been on her ass the whole time. If anything, with every squeeze, she moans softly into your mouth, making music.

But you can’t stay like this for long. Not when you’re both close to reaching your natural climax.

Breaking off the kiss for a second time, Miinie takes a moment to admire you, smiling. Her face, flushed with crimson and lust, keeps you in place while she silently unhooks her top, slipping it off her shoulders before tossing it to the floor and joining your shirt.

Before she tries to kiss you again, the sudden music stoppage snaps both your attention. 

“Ah, fuck me,” Minnie whines, quickly climbing off your lap to reach for the phone on the other side of the living room, buzzing loudly as she races to shut it down as quickly as possible. Giving you a proper look at her half-naked body while she hurriedly mashes buttons on her screen, you’re imagining that’s what she normally looks like in the mornings. 

“Well tell them I felt nauseous and had to rush to the hospital,” she says while clicking her tongue seemingly giving instructions to someone over the phone. When her eyes find yours, she grins cheekily, playing off the situation as nothing but a minor inconvenience. “No one’s gonna find out, surely.”

Like you weren’t casually singled out by staff, escorted out of the venue and riding inside one of the artist’s cars before being told to wait inside for a good 30 minutes before you could finally get out. Under any other context, this would have been a kidnapping case.

“Just give them the usual statement,” she whines, annoyed that she’s getting calls at such an unfortunate time. “I did my set, no? That should be enough. No one’s gonna care by tomorrow,” she adds, before cutting the call and the music picks up where it left off.

“Sorry you had to hear all that.” Minnie sighs as she casually lets her skirt fall to the floor, leaving her in only underwear as she saunters back to you. “I probably should have listened when they said this wasn’t a solo concert.”

To save her from further embarrassment, you remain quiet, but your face can’t hide your amusement watching it unfold in real time. One way or another, you’ll never look at her the same way again.

“Gosh, I gotta ask Yuqi how she does it,” she huffs, setting down her phone on the living room table. “Anyway, where were we?”

You don’t know exactly how to respond, nor do you have the answer to her question. And yet you have an idea as to where this is gonna end.

—————

The song continues to play on loop in the background as Minnie guides you to the bedroom, hand in tow, skirt lost somewhere on the living room floor, before falling onto the bed belly first, spreading her legs wide and baring her holes for display. Showing her pussy to you, she is wet and leaking. 

“Fucking use me,” she huffs, looking over her shoulder, voice raspy, losing herself to her most feral desires. “I know you want this as much as I want it.”

“Fuck, Minnie, I—” Not even your half-assed attempt at reluctance stops you from unraveling with her; it’s  laughably unconvincing. Lining your erect cock against her aching core, drawing a prolonged whine from her needy lips, her passionate sigh makes you shiver in anticipation. “I don’t know if I can.”

“You wouldn’t be positioning yourself behind me if you didn’t,” she remarks, pointing a finger toward your cock. “And that thing wanted me the moment I climbed onto your lap.”

She’d plunge your cock straight into her needy cunt if she could.

Instead, she reaches for the tip, gives it a gentle flick, causing your breaths to go haywire. Sparking a fire within you, Minnie only has one purpose in mind: to set you ablaze. You see it in her inviting smile—her eyes—drawing her fingers back, daring you to finish what she started.

Plunging into her cunt without hesitation, Minnie’s cry of pain and pleasure immediately fills the room and beyond. Obscene, obnoxious, you’re making a statement to everyone that you’re gonna fuck her—hard.

Fingers clamped on the headrest, and then onto the pillow, hanging on for dear life. Her muscles tensing and her hips bucking against yours. All while you’re still trying to adjust inside her; you haven’t moved a muscle since entering her. The only thought permeating your mind is how goddamn tight she feels around you.

The idea of unloading everything into her right then and there floats around your mind, but you begin dragging your cock out, now lathered in sheen and slick, before pushing back into her invigorating heat. 

And fuck, Minnie takes every inch effortlessly. Letting you take charge, giving you free reign over her body. With every stroke, every thrust deeper, she fucking screams. Doesn’t matter that you’re leaving gaping imprints on her skin or that you’re hammering into her with reckless abandon, she only cares about the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins.

Like a man possessed, you’re throwing your all into her, pounding her balls deep like your life depends on it, like this is your one and only chance—which it may as well be. 

“So incredible—can’t believe you’re letting me do this—” you rasp, pumping into her so hard the bed begins to quake. Both your hands rest on her svelte waist, wrapped like a vice as you deliver one devastating stroke after another. You can only imagine how she looks, but you get a sense that it’s pornographic and salacious.

“It’s been so long—” she whines, her voice cracking and jumping with every word in response to your thrusts. Her own fingers are gripped to the pillows, lifting her head to keep herself loud and clear, like she isn’t making quite the commotion this late at night. “So goddamn big—oh fuck—more—”

With her ass bouncing and rippling with each thrust, you’re left in a state of trance. God, she looks so good with your cock impaled in her pussy, with cum leaking and dripping from her holes. Accompanied by the filthy sounds of flesh slapping flesh, there’s no better sight for your dizzy, tired eyes. It only serves to spur you on, to keep you moving—as if you need any more motivation.

Giving her no respite, maintaining quite the chokehold you have on her, you lean forward against her ear, and your erratic breaths—your little vibrations—sends her into upper heaven. You haven’t uttered a single word, yet your looming presence drives her crazy.

“Pull on it, baby. Please—” Minnie cries, pertaining to her hair, barely held together by a loosened tie and prayers.

As much as you want to say anything back, the vice grip she has on you is just as strong, if not stronger. So intoxicatingly tight, gathering your thoughts into something coherent proves to be an immense struggle. It gets to a point where you don’t know who’s truly in control here.

And seeing as you’re doing exactly that—pulling on her hair as you kiss the helix of her ear, unable to keep up with her tempo—you sense the end is coming. And fast.

Still, there’s no relenting. She feels too good to slow down for even a moment, fearing that if you do, this unreal bliss is lost forever. So you hold on, redirecting all your focus on everything else about her body: exploring her back, lifting her on her fours, twisting her body in your hands—anything to keep your mind off the idea that you’re falling apart. 

Your unrelenting pace supersedes every effort you’re making. It’s a relief that Minnie is fucked beyond coherence right now, losing herself in her own ecstasy. Nevertheless, you’re mentally counting down the little time you have left.

“Almost, Minnie—” you coo into her neck, rolling her on her side, lifting her helpless figure, squeezing on her breast. Fighting with the dying remains of your resolve to keep the fire alive before it fans out, Minnie looks absolutely drained, her body pushed far beyond its limit. “I’m so close—”

“Inside—” she barely manages to whine, palming your back, pulling you into a warm embrace, unwilling to accept any other outcome. Eyes completely shut, just letting pleasure freely flow in and out of her veins, rolling her hips up as you thrust into her, your grip on reality collapsing in real time. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna—”

Her voice goes high, breaks her train of thought as you sense her crumble underneath you, her climax hitting at the apex. The heat of her walls suffocating, putting you in an inescapable chokehold, her legs wrapping around yours—the intention is clear: you’re gonna stay there, cum inside, and lay it all on her. 

It’s only right that your own orgasm follows. 

Holding her through your own end, every second an eternity in itself, as you bury yourself balls deep, letting Minnie milk you for all your worth. Shuddering as your bodies intertwine as one, bracing as every spurt of cum you give her with hits with the same level of impact as the previous burst, like fireworks exploding. Can’t make out a clear visual as your vision goes blurry, so you take solace in her arms as the pulse in your loins gradually dies.

Until the only thing you can hear is each other’s heartbeats.

Minnie’s a delicate treasure, one of one. Despite fucking her into shreds mere moments ago, you can’t go out like this: pressing your weight on her, dangerously close to passing out under the afterglow of your own orgasm.

Fortunately, Minnie sees the scene differently, smiling: “Wow.” 

She’s roaming her hands down your arms, warily glancing at the aftermath between your legs. A fresh puddle has formed on the sheets, now stained beyond repair. “That’s—a lot more than I thought,” she remarks, laughing at herself.

“That’s what you do to me,” you say, brushing her hair side, softly kissing her. As you try to pull back, Minnie sinks further, keeping your lips locked a few more precious moments longer. 

You need to take a breather; blink a few times to let everything sink in: that she’s the one who made the advance. Every single opportunity.

And as the mood slowly dies, as both of you stare into each other’s eyes, uncertain of what happens now, her phone rings loudly in the background again.

You give her this look, as if to say: ‘Seriously? In this ungodly hour?’ To which Minnie merely smirks before rolling out of bed. As if this was expected. Hell, she looks surprised that it didn’t happen mid-climax.

Limping out of the bedroom, making a strong case not to fly out tomorrow, even though she won’t have activities for the next few days. Learning from earlier, she hides herself out away from your view before she returns with her phone in hand, throwing it right in your direction, falling short of landing on your face.

“Not this time,” she remarks, wagging her finger, reading your mind. “And for the record, they completely bought it.”

You can only laugh and shrug as Minnie climbs onto your lap, falling into your arms. —————

(A/N: Kind of a quick one, apologies, not really much time to write filth when you're almost graduating. Currently stuck in thesis hell with only a few weeks left before the semester ends, so please bear with me a bit longer. A few months into 2025 and Blind Eyes Red is still one of my favorite K-pop songs released so far, who knew the lyrics were horny as fuck? That made the rest of the idea a lot simpler. Thank you for reading!)

[miniaturesuitgladiator]

Batfam x Neglected Mortal

Kombat reader

Notes: This is part twelve to lucid dreams. The other parts are on my masterlist.

Warnings: death blood grave yard. Grief. Not proofread.

The angels pity humans and their stupidity. But what do the gods think?

Maybe they think your weak, unable to conceal your emotions. Or maybe they love the gift of dying envy your mortality.

Envy dying.

Dying has always been seen as something beautiful .

Your last moments on this earth were supposed to feel peaceful.

Atleast to the person who was dying....but to the person who loved them?

Oh they died just as much that day.

But they still walk the earth just the same the next morning.

Yes, death was probably beautiful to the dead. But to the living it was pain.

You understood dead at an earlier age. Having attended plenty of funerals for people you hardly knew.

People didn't cry at funerals here.

No, that was for the weak. Here funerals were to celebrate their achievements how much they were honored. How great they were!

Maybe angels were right to pity humans for their stupidity.......And you learn that today.

Blood tainted the pure white snow from every angle. The once beautiful oak trees had cold beaten bodies pressed against them.

The air was cold and smoke filled the air. Cuts covered your skin as you fought, fought, fought.

Everyone was fighting. This was it. The war.

Alliances were made brother betrayed brother. While most women with their children afraid to be brought into the war. While other women fought alongside their men just as ambitious to win.

Kids would become orphans and mothers would become widows.

Those who live would be as tainted as the snow was in blood ,but no one cared for that right now.

No, everyone wanted to win.

You don't remember when your vision had gotten so blurry or when you couldn't think straight your body was moving on instinct.

But a voice brings you back into place.

"Sister!"

"Sis!"

No, make that two voices.

The first was kion and you look to your left to find him leaning against a tree. A man double his size smiling wickedly at him. No doubt he was planning on killing your brother.

But before your feet could move you look to your right. And there's Jason. Your Jason.

He's laying down a sword to his neck but he's screaming for you to help him. Injuries cover both of their bodies fear indented into their little child eyes but they only yell for one person.

You.

Who to chose? Your mind doesn't have time to think and you heart breaks at either choice.

By the time you know realize who you chose it's too late. You already killed the man who was going to kill Jason.

You chose Jason. Well, more like your instincts did right?

It's a reasonable decision. Jason was weaker then Kion. He didn't know how to survive here.

Kion was stronger he'd last a little longer then Jason would've right?

Long enough for you to help him to right?

Wrong.

Turning back to where kion was you see him.

He's slumped against a tree sword through his chest ,eyes struggling to stay open.

This was it.

You decided.

You decided that blood wasn't thicker then water.

Your reach him before his head hits the ground and he's in your arms. He doesn't look in pain but the sword in his chest tells you it's just a facade.

Another wall not to look weak.

His face is covered in blood and bruises. His voice a weak tremble compared to his normal tone.

"I lied..... I am afraid to die sister."

So weak. So quiet. So not Kion.

Your breath hitches and your blinking so fast to keep in the tears because you know he hates when you cry.

"It's okay...... your not gonna die." You say but it's not really a sentence, it's more like a prayer.

'Please don't die, please don't die!' Is what you want to say ,but you won't. It'd be selfish.

His last words aren't angry. Aren't selfish. He acts as if he doesn't even care that you chose Jason over him.

Your own brother, your own blood.

"Don't forget me....please?"

Even in his last words he's still begging for your attention.....

His eyes close for the last time before you get to answer. His small chest stops moving and a for a moment so does your own.

If you didn't know any better you'd say someone had snuck behind you and took your heart out from your chest. Because that's what this moment feels like.

You hold him close against your chest feeling his small cold body against yours. All he ever wanted was your approval.....

Warm hands wraps around your stomach pulling you tight. Your quick to push them away but they come back again holding you tighter.

Then you feel it.

The snow isn't as cold..and it doesn't smell like blood anymore....

Your eyes open and your still in your bed Kions still asleep agianst your chest.

Kions still breathing.

The silk sheets beneath you add to your comfort but your hearts still aching.

"You'll never have to fear death kion....." You whisper your voice sounds just like it did in the dream soft like prayer.

Lucid dreams,

They always haunted you nomatter the day. But this was different. It was something you didn't know you feared.

How would you ever chose between Jason or Kion?

In this dream you chose Jason ,but what if you had chosen Kion? Would you still feel the same brutal regret?

As you closed your eyes you prayed for two things. That you wouldn't have any more dreams for the night.

And that you'd never have to choose between your two brothers......

The sun shined brighter the next day.

Almost like an apology gift from the heavens for the bad dream last night.

The pure white snow wasn't covered in blood and the air wasn't as cold.

"Do you ever lose?" Your mentor taunts smiling at you as he circles your stance.

You knew he was referring to your fight with Azrael.

Everyone was impressed without your skills and it seems that includes your mentor as well.

"She's a Hasashi. Winning is in her blood." Your father speaks up ,and your head snaps to him as he stands before you.

He continues speaking and his voice is different....not angry or upset....just confused.

"We saw how she fought without her powers...now let's see how she does with them."

Your mentor nods giving you space as your sparing partner prepares to fight you.

"Don't hold back." Your father says backing away to give you space but close enough so he can watch.

Your sparing partner however looks far to young. Well he's about the same age as you ,but he looks weak.

Though the young boy looked scared he's the first to throw a punch and you easily dodge and manage to throw him on the ground within a second.

"I said use your powers." Your father states commandingly.

"My fire would kill him."

Your words are simple but true. Your fire would easily destroy the young looking boy.

"Doesn't matter. Don't hold back." Your father says stepping forward daring you to disobey him.

The boy doesn't even flinch at your father's words. As if he already knew he was dead.

He tries to keep the a tough face but you see how his form is slightly shaken how his eyes dart around nervously.

"I won't kill someone who doesn't it." You say and voice is strong and it matches perfectly with how your father sounds.

You can tell everyone's amused by what you said. Because since when does a Hasashi not kill?

"Why do you do this? Why do hold back?"

Ah, now you've done it. Your father's angry. You haven't seen or made him angry in years and for a moment you feel just like you did when you were a kid. Scared.

But your not that kid anymore. So you puff out your chest and stand tall showing no sign of fear. But your father begins speaking before you can answer his first question.

"Why don't you hit first in a fight?"

"Does it matter?" You state tilting your head but your voice still carries that strong venom.

"Of course it does!" His voice echo through the whole training area and even other soldiers who were training flinch at the sound of his voice.

All eyes are on you now. Waiting for you to face his wrath like many others have.

Like you have before.

"I don't know how." You state simple but your not backing down. Far from it.

Your father sighs clearly expecting this answer he replies.

"Of course you don't."

"I was taught this way by my grandfather.....it was easier not to hurt my opponent this way."

Your words shock everyone agian. Because everyone here spared like their opponent was the enemy not a friend.

You fought here to survive you understood that. But in gotham you fought to protect.

So your grandfather taught you how to fight softly. Not to say you couldn't fight rough but you chose not too.

"I still fight hard. I just use defense more the offense." But your words do nothing to calm the room or more importantly your father.

"Your a Hasashi. Our whole fighting technique is focused on offense." The older mentor says and you watch your father stare at you in disbelief. As if saying how could you not know this?

"No, it's focused on anger." You say simply.

Your were right of course but no one ever had the guts to say that. And to the king none the less.

"With anger or not. You will learn to fight with our technique ,and she will not stop until she perfects it." Your father says sternly glancing at your mentor as he walks out the training area ,clearly displeased with your technical abilities.

You scoff he really didn't change did he?

"I really am a fool aren't I? I thought you could change." Your words slip past your tongue before your mind has time to stop them from reaching your lips.

Your father freezes mid step and you don't need to look around the training area to see everyones worried faces.

"No, I'd be the fool to let you fight unprepared. I just got you back. I refuse to lose you." He doesn't turn around to face you and you wonder if he really means what he's saying.

But deep down you know he's being sincere your brain just won't let your guard down. Even if he's your father....

He continues walking as if you hadn't spoken at all. And you stand there deciphering his words.

"Let's begin ,princess."

"Yeah....."

The halls of the ancient palace were quiet the beautiful sun lowering beneath the horizon leaving that beautiful glow throughout the palace.

You walk through the halls your hands softly touching the walls of the place you once called home. Still quite not believing your finally back.

You hear steps and you don't need to look behind you to know the person ,because their already beside you before you can.

"Thank you...." He mumbles quietly almost ashamed.

This stops your steps as you turn to look at him puzzled because why would he be thanking you?

"I know you... you could've cut out my eye if you wanted to.... You spared me." Azrael says staring into your confused eyes.

"Well, you spared my eye." He continues.

"You clearly don't know me enough." You say softly. Your head turning to the side you didn't want to look at him. To look at his scare. The scar you gave him.

"I wanted a fair fight."

"I don't fight friends...." He whispers his voice quiet almost unsure of how he wanted to say it but he still says it confidently.

"Were still friends?" You ask tilting your head. Had this world not tainted his heart like the blood tainted his hands?

"When did we ever stop?" He asks copying your actions and tilting his head.

"When I gave you this." You mumble your hands tracing the outline of the scar that crosses his eye.

"This does not define are friendship.... you gave it to me. I'll wear it as a gift." Azrael mutters. His voice holding the kind of sincerity that you don't even need to question.

"Your delusional....." You say but your hand doesn't stop tracing his scar until his hand grabs your wrist gently. Not harsh. Never harsh.

"I prefer...grateful."

His rough but but gentle hands continue holding your wrist just loose enough that you could pull away if you wanted ,but you don't.

"And I prefer foolish."

Kion voice rings all the way from the other side of the long hallway. Your quick to pull your hand away like you touched something you shouldn't have.

Kions by your side before you can think of an excuse.

"Touch my sister agian and it'll be the last thing your hands ever touch." Kion says his eyes already burning with hatred for Azrael.

Azrael on the other hand doesn't even flinch at Kions threat or how Kion is getting in his face.

Between the two it was obvious Azrael was the better fighter even Kion knew that. But that doesn't stop your little brother from trying to nearly kill the boy.

"Kion. Enough." You warn almost embarrassed at your brothers actions.

"No, he doesn't get to touch you."

"And who decides that?" Azrael says his voice obviously teasing your smaller brother.

"Are father." Kion says like the snitch he is. And you roll your eyes at his childish tactics.

But Azrael freezes like a kid who got caught putting their hand in the cookie jar.

"Kion stop this. It's childish." You say groaning throwing a apologizing glance at Azrael.

"Childish or not you will not come near sister." Kion warns as he grabs your hands his eyes only leaving Kion to lead you down the hall..

"That's was unnecessary." You say your face contorted of confusion and irritation.

"No, he doesn't get the privilege of your time. Not after he hurt you." He points to the barely noticeable scar on your arm that's no longer bandage.

"It's a kitten scratch. It's nothing."

"It's not. It symbolizes that he doesn't care to hurt you."

And in this rather uncomfortable moment you realize that nomatter how hard you try and persuade your younger brother that Azrael was rather sweet. Your desperate please would never be heard.

So you stay silent as your brother leads you down the hall until you reach the gardens and he stops at the entrance.

"What are we doing here?" You mumble your eyes staring Intently at the beautiful flowers that the garden was full of.

"Oh...I forgot to tell you. Fathers waiting for you." Kion says sheepishly as he looks at you slightly embarrassed from his lack of memory.

"Oh......" You mumble your eyes no longer staring at the beautiful flowers that the rising moon shine its light on.

But your eyes go over the path that leads through the garden wondering what your father must want.

"I'll see you tonight...." Kion mumbles seeing that you probably aren't even listening to him as you walk down the beautiful flower path.

You don't respond to busy searching for your father as you walk down the path......

The path ends after a while of walking and for a while wonder if Kion took you to the wrong place. But then you see him.

He's not in his normal king attire. No, now he looks normally. Far to normal. To humble.

But you see why.

Seeing where he's standing. The place he plans to take you is nowhere where your clothes matter nor your status.

Because the people you visit here don't care about any of that......

"For a moment I almost thought you wouldn't come," He says his voice quiet almost like he's scared to frighten the people here. Or he's frightened of the people here.

You hum your steps now softer as your father leads you down a more narrow but lavish path.

Your father stops at the place you knew he would. You follow his actions on getting on your knees at the stone infront of you.

"I buried her here....I figured since she was family to you ,she deserved to be buried in the Hasashi grave yard."

He goes silent after that so unlike a king who always has something to say.

"If my grandfather was here....he'd kill you for doing this." You mumble your eyes trained on the sight of your grandmother's grave.

It almost felt like if you stared at it long enough you'd get a glimpse of her.

"Well he's not here. And I'm not seeking his approval. I'm seeking yours."

Your eyes never leave the grave and you barely catch what he's saying. The grave's nicer then what she would've had if she was buried anywhere else.

But you knew she would've preferred to be buried somewhere else. Somewhere she belonged.

"She hated these." You state your hands already clawing at the beautiful tulips planted around your grandmother's grave.

"She isn't here to comment on her grave...."

"She might be." You retort your hands still mindlessly digging up the flowers your grandmother would've never chosen.

"Stop it." Your father demands but your minds not listening as your hands continue working on taking out every flower off her grave.

"I said stop." He repeats his hands grabbing yours to stop your actions.

You blink. Once then twice.

You stay silent your hands still caged by your father's bigger ones.

"She's dead......let her rest."

"She's dead because you killed her."

Your voice doesn't come out as strong as you'd like ,more like a broken whisper ,but their strong enough to hurt your father's pride.

"I told you it was an accident..she was never supposed to be hurt."

"Accidents are meant to be fixed... you can't fix this." Your voice had long lost the venom now every word that past your lips was just...pain.

"I understand your hurt....but I thought-"

"You thought that burying her in a nice place would earn you forgiveness?" You mock your eyes finally meeting his.

"No, I thought you could forgive me....." He whispers his hands bawled into fist just like the are when he fights....

Truly you wish you could forgive him. Wish you could look past his faults and move on but your heart aches the same way it did the day she was killed when you look at her grave.

It's a nice grave but far to forced far to fake for her. She would've wanted something small with meaning......but here she lays with a meaningless grave.

It beaks you.

"You'll never forgive me will you?"

"When she's alive then I'll truly forgive you." You whisper your eyes returning to the grave your grandmother would've never agreed to.

But then again she doesn't have a choice anymore.....

You don't even truly realize the hurtful words that you just spoke. To focused on your own pain to see how much you just hurt your father.

"Do you know why we focus are fighting technique on anger?" Your father finally speaks up trying to ignore the pain on his chest at your cruel words.

"It's the easiest emotion to control...."

You know this but your mind doesn't want to speak. Atleast Not to him. So you stay silent and let him carry on with his meaningless conversation.

"Being anger is better then being sad."

You wish you agreed with his words. You wish you could think how he does. But the pull in your heart doesn't want hatred or anger...it wants peace.

It wants belonging. And right now you don't what you want. Or where you belong.

You don't want to be angry. You don't want to be like him. To become something your not. But something in the back of your mind tells you it'd be easier that way. Less pain. Less regret.

Just like him.

"Control your emotions. Don't let them control you." He says his voice calm but firm. Not harsh or rude.

His hands have let go of yours and your quick to pull them away.

He'll never forget what you said today. But he supposes that that's his punishment for hurting you this way.

"That's why you almost lost against Azrael..... because your emotions. They'll get you killed if your not careful...please be careful."

You hear what he's saying but your to focused on trying to keep your tears from falling to even care.

Your eyes are still focused on the ground so you don't see as he gets on his feet deciding to give you space. But you hear his last whisper before he walks away.

"I love you.."

It's such a quiet whisper your sure you heard him wrong. He obviously doesn't expect you to respond or say it back as he walks away with his head hung low as if you just broke his heart.

Well, you did break his heart.

Your hand begin working on taking out the tulips agian. You never really knew why your grandmother hated tulips they were rather pretty flowers to you.

But she hated them. You wonder if your fatger knew she hated them and he had them planned around her grave just to mock her. Or if it was accidental and the world was mocking you.

You blink fast trying to keep your tears from falling. You know this is ridiculous you should be over her death it's been years. You hardly remember her face....

But somehow that makes it even worse.

How can miss someone you hardly remember?

She hated when you cried, you remember that. Always the first to comfort you. Always.

She had soft brown hair and streaks of Grey from her aging. But she always blamed your grandfather for her Grey hairs saying he stressed her out.

You remember her laugh how sweet it was and how she never raised her voice at you but you feared her wrath just the same as your grandfather's.

She would never hit you. No, she was far to delicate to do that but just her being disappointed in you made you respected her.

You remember how she always did your hair even if it was diffrent from her own she'd learn how to do it.

Now looking back you realized how she was more your mother then the one you left in gotham.

She never got disappointed in you. Always praised you even for your mistakes telling you that mistakes make you better. They guide you to winning.

Being with her was easy you didn't have to seek her approval or beg for attention ,because she gave that to you freely.

You don't have a picture of her or painting but you wish you did. So you'd never forget the women who raised you.

One thing you'll never forget is the way she smelled. She smelled sweet deserts..

Her favorite desert were cakes so the house often was full of them.

She used to tell you when you were small that I'd you were ever lost follow the smell of her cakes. And they'll bring you back to her.

But you can't.

All you can do is stare at a cold stone and hope she's proud of whatever your turning into.

"The smell of your cakes are fading....and I..I don't know what to do."

The blows against your wet cheeks because nomatter how hard you try and fight them off the tears don't stop.

The breeze of the snowy night doesn't faze you ,it never did. But on nights like these where everything was quiet your body would always feel so cold.

Naturally it didn't make sense. Your body was literally fire. It was like the coldness made replaced the loneliness. It was your bodies way of distracting your mind from the pain.

Though you feel like shit and your heart hearts and you've had just about the worst day. The world doesn't stop. The birds still sing the wind still blows and night still passes.

Realizing this you stand wiping your tears, because despite your pain life still moves on.

Your life still moves on.

A little darker and sadder but it still moves on.

Looking up you freeze your wet teary eyes Looking at something strange.

Something that makes your whole world stop.

Your know what it is.

Or more importantly who it is.

You've seen them. Or we'll their eyes plenty of times.

Blue eyes stare deeply into yours unwavering waiting, watching. Trying to see what you'll do.

You don't move or flinch as the snow crunches under their wait as the move.

You just continue to stare at the monster known as Sub-zero.

He's so far away from you behind a tree not giving you a clear view of him, but it's him. You know it. His piercing blue eyes watch your every breathe.

Then just like you saw him. He was gone.

Like a ghost.

Your bodies quicker then your kind and before you know what you're really doing your feet run right were he was.

By the time you get there he's gone. That's to be expected but you don't stop. Not for second your body won't let you. And all your instincts all telling you to stop.

Screaming at you that this a trap.

But your feet still carry you as fast as they can following his foot steps in the snow.

Now if you were in your right mind you'd realize that he would've never left Tracks in the snow ,but sadly your not in your right mind.

So you continue following his tracks that he would've never left if he didn't want you to find him.

Eventually his tracks end and your breathing heavy and you dont quite know where you are.

So far into the snowy words and now it's snowing so heavily that you can barely make out what someones saying.

Then you hear it more clearly.

It's him the same man you once called your uncle.

And he's singing the same song you once loved.

Well he's humming it you'd probably be dead before you hear sub-zero sing.

He's still big and his muscles haven't changed and if you were anyone else you would be terrified of the big man. But surprisingly you arent.

He's calmly sitting in the snow. You see what he's doing. He's trying to make himself appear smaller less harmful. Why?

Your steps are quiet as you approach him blending into the wind. He's staring right at you and as you get closer everything inside you is telling you to run but you don't.

"You've gotten better little dragon."

You swallow your mouth going dry realization finally hitting you full force. This really was him wasn't it?

Looking back you can understand why people feared him so much before you didn't understand because to you he was harmless. He'd teach you how to fought how to kill but he always brought you gifts when he'd visit.

He has Grey hair now but not as much as your father. You suppose he was always more laid back then your father so it made sense.

"Have you gone mute dragon?" He teases his voice soft just like you remember.

Dragon. He always called you that. He's the only one who ever called d you that. It fitted you perfectly or in his eyes it did. So that's what he called since the day you were born.

How can this be the man who killed Kions mother? It didn't make sense but then again it didn't make sense why he's here right either.

"Why are you here?" You ask your voice softer then what you wanted. It didn't make sense you were supposed to hate him. Hate him for what he did....but why isn't he fighting you?

"You know I do everything for a reason ,dragon."

His words are true you they are. He's always one step ahead. And right now it's obvious he has you right where he wants you. Trapped.

You look around trying to hide the fear in your eyes with anger.

"Don't be scared....it's just you and I. You have my word."

"Your word doesn't mean anything anymore. So I'll ask again why are you here?!" You say your voice loud but shaky maybe someone will hear you if you speak loud enough.

But deep down you know your way to far for anyone to help.

"Simple. I wanted to see who's side your on."

Silence. Pure silence fills the air.

"..............what?"

"I said-"

"I heard what you said..... What do to mean?"

Isn't it obvious who's side your on? Shouldn't the whole world know by now? What kind of game is this sick man playing?

"Answer the question." He ask. His eyes never leave yours.

"My fathers."

"Then kill me."

What the hell going on? Your heads practically screaming 'it's a trap, it's a trap, it's it's trap.'

But still you push on.

"Nothings ever that easy."

"It can be....take your sword and kill me. No blood has to shed only mine. Do it."

Your grab your sword and hold it tightly in your hand.

"Do it." He says his voice strong. He's so confident....why?

So many questions fill your head. But only one reamians as you point the sword to his neck.

'Why is this so hard?'

"Why?" You ask your voice so quiet, so soft....and you watch as his blue eyes soften.

You sound just like you did before you left.

Like a child.

"If you truly think I'm guilty of what they say I am. Then kill me."

Your chest hearts the pain from earlier coming back ten times fold.

How can you do this? If you kill him you hurt yourself never knowing the truth. But if you don't kill him you hurt your entire clan ,or more important Kion.

"If not you then who?"

"I don't know...but I'd never hurt your father like this..."

He sounds so honest. But your hand still holds your sword to his neck.

"You'd do it for the throne......"

Your hand unconsciously pushes the sword harder against his neck.

"No I wouldn't..... you know this." He says his eyes so diffrent then what you'd expect from a killer.

They look honest and pleading. Pleading for you to give him a chance.

You sigh and pull your sword away from his neck.

Because despite your last name you can't kill a man who doesn't deserve it....

'Please let this be the truth.' Your thoughts say over and over again until he speaks up agian.

He stands, his voice still soft.

"Thank you...."

"Why would someone do this....."

You ask ,your so worried about everything ,to truly see how grateful he is that you actually believe him.

"If they wanted the throne they would've killed your father..."

"Then what do they want?"

"An empire to fall."

At the palace your father sits in his office calculating the plans for the war when guards knock.

"What is it?"

"We have unexpected guests. They would like to see you." The guard says as he opens the door.

"I don't have time for guest ,tell them to go away."

"My king I think you'll want them to stay."

Your father being fed up and frustrated at everything speaks up.

"Who is it?!"

"The princess's mother.....and her family."

Well this night could possibly get worse....right?

Well maybe the gods were right...dying was better then living.

You'll realize that soon.

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[kxsagi]

HELLO MY BESTIE!! 🫶🏻 ihope everything is going well!

the guy who has been in a relationship for a long time but kept it secret so that no one knows, had a football match again. it was a very important and crowded match. victorrryyy at the end of the match!! after all, the same football player who showed off his girlfriend with great excitement at the end of the match. IN FRONT OF EVERYONE... maybe a hug or a kiss scene in the heat of the moment?? CAN I ESPECIALLY REQUEST THE ITOSHI BROTHERS?? if it's a problem for you, no problem at all!! have a good day <3

“𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞”

a/n: HIII LOVE! everything is going good and i hope it's the same, if not better, for you, too! have a good day as well and thank you for your request ❤️🤭

(don't know art credits so sorry)

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae

itoshi rin

you’d always known rin was quiet about his personal life. not just private, but secretive. he never gave the media anything. not a crumb. you could be sitting on his lap feeding him strawberries and he’d still deny your existence to the press with a deadpan, “no comment.” 

so when you sit in the VIP seats of his final championship match, hood up, cap on, sunglasses hiding half your face, you think it’ll end the way it always does. he wins. waves to the crowd. vanishes into the tunnel. sends you a text later like “u here?” 

because rin itoshi is not the type to cause a scene. 

but today, apparently, is different. 

his team scores the winning goal in the last five minutes. the stadium erupts. he’s crowned man of the match, carried on shoulders, chants of his name bouncing off the walls. you stand up, clapping, heart full, proud and bursting and still tucked behind anonymity. 

until he finds you. 

like, actually finds you. 

your head turns when you hear his voice call your name. and not softly. not like a whisper. he yells it over the cheers, over the camera shutters. the crowd around you turns too, confused. 

and then he’s there. sweaty, flushed, glowing under stadium lights, grinning like he just broke every rule in the itoshi handbook. 

“come here,” he breathes. 

you hesitate. “rin?” 

he doesn’t let you finish. just pulls you into his arms like he’s been waiting years to do it. his hands lock around your waist, and your cap nearly falls off when he kisses you right in front of everyone. 

you swear time freezes. 

the camera flashes go wild. someone screams. a lady next to you gasps like she’s watching a k-drama in real time. 

rin pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes. “i’m not hiding you anymore,” he says. “they can deal with it.” 

you blink. “are you okay?” 

he smirks. “never been better.” 

itoshi sae 

sae’s always been impossible to read. calm, cold, untouchable. the kind of guy who could be in love with you for ten years and still say “i don’t do PDA” like it’s a religion. 

which is why dating him has always felt like walking on a balance beam. you’ve learned to exist in the sidelines, in shadows. private dinners, blurry phone calls from different time zones, hidden hotel rooms. 

but tonight? 

tonight is the champions league final. 

and you’re in the stands again, just like always, not cheering too loudly, not standing out. you’d made peace with being invisible, because loving sae was worth it. 

his team wins 3–2. the stadium explodes with excitement. the players are hugging, crying, jumping all over each other. 

you expect him to smile slightly, do a post-match interview, maybe flick his hair and leave. 

but instead he walks right toward you. 

he cuts through security like it’s nothing. your eyes widen as he reaches the edge of the stands, and for a second, you think, nah. no way. not sae. 

“you,” he says, pointing straight at you. “come here.” 

you blink, frozen. “what–” 

he hops the barrier. climbs the damn rail. he doesn’t care about the fans yelling, or the staff chasing after him. he’s walking with tunnel vision, focused only on you. 

“sae, what are you doing–” 

“i won,” he says, pulling you down by the hand. “but i only want you.” 

and then, with the entire world watching, he wraps his arms around you and kisses you so hard, your brain short-circuits. 

his fingers grip your face like you’re the most important thing in the universe. like you were the goal all along. 

when he pulls away, the camera crews are practically drooling. 

he just shrugs. “if they didn’t know, now they do.” 

you stare at him, stunned. “you realize they’re going to replay that a thousand times, right?” 

he smirks, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “good. maybe they’ll finally stop asking if i’m single.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[leriexoxo]

A Hot Mess 2

Chan x Possessive! Reader

Tags: smut, MDNI, friends to lovers, possesive behavior, angst, fighting, hot angry sex, confession, unprotected sex, cursing

Word count: 4k

Summary: Neither of you ever talked about that night. But something changed. Chan became the one hovering, watching, touching too much, acting like he had a right to be mad when you pulled away—when you danced with someone else. He never asked to be yours. But now he’s furious that you belong to anyone else

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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You were at his place again.

Not because you wanted to be, not because he asked, but because pretending things were normal was easier than being alone with your thoughts.

Chan sat across from you, one leg bouncing restlessly as his eyes flicked between the muted movie and you. He hadn’t touched the popcorn between you, hadn’t laughed once, hadn’t said much beyond, “You want the remote?” earlier.

You hadn’t said much either.

It had been four days since that night. Four days since you pulled him into that room, fought and clawed at him like a wild animal, fucked him like you hated him—and then cried in his arms while your fingernails left angry little half-moons in his skin.

But since then? Nothing.

No conversation. No “what are we?” No real acknowledgment that it even happened. You had slipped back into old routines with painful effort—like walking on a broken ankle, pretending it was fine.

Except he wasn’t fine.

He was acting like nothing had changed, like you were his something—but in small, insidious ways. The way he hovered behind you in the kitchen. The way his hand always rested on your back when he passed you. The way he stared. Hard. Like he was thinking things he didn’t know how to say.

And now, sitting in his hoodie with your legs curled up on his couch, you could feel him watching again.

You didn’t look at him. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

His voice broke the silence, soft but a little too controlled.

“You going out tonight?”

Your eyes stayed on the screen, pretending you were actually watching it. “Nah. Think I’ll just stay in.”

A pause.

You felt the pause, heavy and deliberate, like he was waiting for you to flinch but you didn’t.

He nodded slowly, and you didn’t need to look at him to know he didn’t believe you. His knee stopped bouncing.

“Didn’t Jeongin say there was some party?”

“I’m not in the mood for a party,” you said simply, standing up like you needed water even though you didn’t. Your throat was dry for a different reason entirely.

Chan watched you walk toward the kitchen, eyes dragging over you like a curse.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“No,” you said, just loud enough that he’d hear it and just quiet enough that he couldn’t respond to it.

The air tensed again.

He didn’t follow you. He never used to give you space, not like this. He used to trail behind you like a shadow, laugh in your ear, drape himself over your back while you poured cereal just because he could.

Now he just watched.

And you hated it.

—

You left early.

Didn’t say goodbye. Didn’t linger like usual. Just grabbed your things and left his apartment like it wasn’t the only place that still felt safe.

Chan sat in the silence long after the door shut behind you.

He stared at the TV, still playing some half-watched movie neither of you cared about. The popcorn bowl sat untouched beside him.

He ran a hand down his face with a long exhale.

Maybe it was time to let you go.

Clearly, whatever had happened that night—whatever he’d let happen—had only made things worse. You wouldn’t look at him the same way. Wouldn’t talk to him. He thought, maybe if he gave you space, if he didn’t push, if he just waited… things would fall back into place.

Maybe he could forget how it felt to have your hands clawing at him, to hear you cry his name in the same breath you cursed him, to see you break and realize he’d been the one to shatter you.

But hours passed, and forgetting didn’t come easy.

He grabbed his phone to distract himself. Mindless scrolling. Cat video. Meme. A reel of someone’s new tattoo. Until—

His thumb stopped.

A familiar background. A mutual friend’s story. Bright lights. Loud music. A party.

Jeongin’s party.

His chest already felt tight before he even spotted you.

But then—there you were. Just a blur at first, moving behind a group selfie. Laughing. Head thrown back. A dress he hadn’t seen before.

Grinding on someone.

The video looped.

His breath punched out of him. Not anger. Not even jealousy. Something uglier.

He tapped the screen, trying to catch another glimpse. Rewatching. Zooming.

You were pressed up against some guy he didn’t even recognize—your hand resting on his chest like it belonged there. Flirting. Smiling. Dancing on him.

Chan’s jaw locked.

He dialed your number without thinking. It rang.

And rang.

No answer.

He called again. Still nothing. Third time. Voicemail.

His hand curled tight around the phone.

‘She lied.’

‘She fucking lied to my face.’

Another story popped up on his feed—a different angle, a better view. The guy had his hands on your hips now.

Something in Chan snapped clean in half.

—

You felt him watching you before you even saw him.

It was like a sixth sense—skin crawling, chest tightening, heart skipping a beat for all the wrong reasons. You were laughing, lips brushing close to some guy’s ear, your drink half-gone and your body swaying with the music when everything around you suddenly… shifted.

The air changed.

Your smile faltered, barely noticeable to anyone but you. Your heart thudded once, hard. Your eyes lifted just in time to see the front door swing shut behind him.

Chan.

He was standing there, still, stone-faced, chest rising and falling like he’d run here. His eyes locked onto you instantly—no scanning the room, no polite greetings. Just you. Only you.

And then he moved.

Not toward you. Not at first. Just into the room, slow, deliberate steps that made your breath catch in your throat.

You tried to laugh again, like nothing was wrong. Like your spine hadn’t just turned to ice.

The guy next to you leaned in, oblivious. “You okay?”

You nodded too quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, I just—need some air.”

You slipped away before Chan could reach you, heart pounding.

⸻

He watched you run. Coward.

He followed, silent and seething. Every step he took echoed with the sound of your laughter in that video. Your body on someone else’s. Your voice lying to his face.

He found you in the hallway near the back of the house—dim lighting, low music, empty space.

When you turned, he was already there. Followed you when you entered the room at the end of the hall and locked the door.

“Having fun?” he asked.

Your mouth opened, but the look on his face knocked the words from your tongue. He looked wrecked. And dangerous.

“I—”

“You lied to me.”

“I needed space.”

“So you lied.” His voice was quiet, sharp. “You needed space to grind on some fucking stranger?”

You bristled, crossing your arms. “Why do you care? You’ve barely said two words to me since that night.”

“Oh, I haven’t said anything?” He took a step closer. “You cried in my arms and then acted like I was a stranger the next day. You wouldn’t even look at me.”

“I was trying to forget it happened!”

His jaw clenched. “You looked real forgetful tonight.”

You scoffed. “Don’t flip this on me. You didn’t call to talk about it. You didn’t ask. You just watched me fall apart.”

“What I did watch was you fucking me and then pretending it meant nothing.”

Silence.

You flinched, but your pride didn’t let you back down. “It probably didn’t.”

He laughed—short, humorless. “You think I don’t know you?”

He took a step forward. “You don’t get to act like you hate me and then use me like that.”

Another. “You don’t get to lie to my face and let some guy put his hands on you like—”

“Like what?” Your voice cracked. “Like I’m fair game? Cause I am”

He was in front of you now. Chest heaving. Eyes dark and hungry and furious.

“You’re fucking mine,” he growled.

You shoved him. Hard. “You don’t get to say that. Not when you left me in the dark. Not when you—”

He grabbed your wrists and pushed you back into the wall, breath hot against your face.

“You’re mine.”

You squirmed. “Let me go.”

“Say it.”

“Fuck you, Chan.”

“You already did,” he whispered. “But I’m not done.”

You shoved at him again, and this time he let you—barely staggering back, but his eyes never leaving yours.

“God, you’re such a fucking asshole,” you snapped. “You don’t get to show up and act like I belong to you after leaving me in limbo for days, Chan. What the fuck do you even want from me?”

“Are you fucking serious right now? You clearly wanted space,” he hissed, “but I gave it to you and you ran straight into some random guy’s lap.”

“I only did that because you started acting weird! You wouldn’t talk, you wouldn’t even look at me—”

“I wouldn’t look at you?! I was trying to keep my fucking hands off you!”

Your mouth snapped shut.

His chest heaved, sweat glistening along his collarbones. “You think it was easy? Pretending that night didn’t change anything? I’ve been going insane.”

“You think I haven’t?” you shot back, voice trembling with rage. “I’ve basically been obsessed with you probably for months, Chan. I hated every girl you talked to, every time you left me on read, every time you acted like we were just friends—and then we finally crossed that line and you shut down.”

“I didn’t shut down,” he snarled. “I shut up. You didn’t want to talk about it. You wanted to act like nothing happened.”

“So I could protect myself!”

“No,” he snapped, voice low and dangerous now. “You wanted control.”

You stared at him. Stunned. Speechless.

“You started this whole fucking possessive game,” he continued, voice shaking now with emotion. “You couldn’t stand seeing me with other girls. You made scenes. You dragged me away like you owned me—and now that I feel the same fucking way, you can’t take it.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is.” He stepped forward again, finger pointed right at your chest. “You want me to chase you, to want you, but the second I act like I need you, you start fucking running.”

“That’s not fair.”

“You’re a fucking hypocrite.”

You slapped him.

Or at least—you tried.

He caught your wrist before your hand even landed.

His grip was hard. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to warn.

“Don’t,” he breathed.

You thrashed in his hold, and he stepped in close, using the force to spin you—bending you sharply over the back of the chair behind you.

You gasped, hands flying to brace yourself. “What the fu—”

“Shut up,” he growled into your ear, chest pressed to your back, his body caging you in. “You want to fight? Then fucking fight me. But don’t pretend this isn’t what you wanted.”

“Fuck you,” you spat.

“You already said that,” he whispered, voice dark and fraying. “Now let me show you what it means.”

His hands were already on you, dragging up your dress like he didn’t care who saw, like he was stripping the lie off your body piece by piece. His breath was hot against your neck, his hips pressed hard against your ass, and his voice—low and venomous—melted right into your spine.

“Next time you grind on someone else,” he said, voice a threat and a promise, “you better be ready to crawl home.”

And then he snapped your panties to the side like they offended him.

The first swipe of his fingers between your legs dragged a broken moan from your throat.

“So wet,” he sneered. “Fucking knew it. You came out tonight wanting to be punished, didn’t you?”

You bit your lip hard, eyes squeezed shut, your hips involuntarily grinding back into his hand.

“Say it,” he ordered, rubbing slow circles over your clit like he had all the time in the world. “Say you wanted me to see you.”

“I didn’t,” you whispered.

He sank two fingers inside you without warning.

You gasped, lurching forward over the chair.

“Liar,” he hissed into your ear. “This pussy doesn’t lie. It knew I’d come for you.”

His free hand curled into your hair, yanking your head back until your spine arched and your chest was pressed against the cold leather. You were panting now, legs trembling.

“You lied to my face,” he growled. “You let him touch you. You wanted to piss me off, didn’t you?”

You whimpered when he curled his fingers just right, hitting that spot that made your knees buckle.

“I—wanted to forget.”

“No, baby,” he said darkly, licking the shell of your ear. “You wanted to test me.”

He pulled his fingers from you slowly, watching your slick glisten under the dim light. He held them to your mouth.

“Suck.”

You hesitated.

His other hand smacked your ass, hard.

You gasped, and his fingers slipped past your lips.

You moaned around them like a fucking sinner.

“That’s what I thought,” he muttered, unzipping his jeans like he’d waited long enough. His cock slapped against your ass, already hard and heavy, already dripping.

You turned your head to speak—to beg, maybe, or curse him again—but the second he pushed inside, the words died in your throat.

“F-Fuck—Chan—”

He bottomed out in one brutal thrust, forcing a strangled cry from you.

“Yeah,” he growled, gripping your hips like a man possessed. “That’s it. That’s what you need, huh? You needed to be fucked stupid.”

You couldn’t answer.

He was already moving—deep, fast, merciless.

The chair creaked beneath you. Your moans turned into cries. His name fell from your lips like a prayer, like a plea, like a curse.

He slapped your ass again, grabbing it after like it belonged to him. “Look at you. My perfect little slut. Throwing a tantrum just so I’d ruin you.”

You clawed at the leather, your voice cracking. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” he growled, fucking you harder, meaner. “You hate that you love this.”

You were soaked. Squelching wet. And his cock dragged against every sensitive inch of you like he was trying to mark the inside of your body.

“You gonna run after this too?” he bit out. “Or do I have to fuck you until you stay?”

“Keep going,” you gasped, head falling forward. “Please—just—don’t stop.”

His breath hitched. Just for a second. Something changed in him then—like all the rage had been swallowed by something even darker.

He leaned over your back, voice right in your ear.

“I won’t stop ‘til you can’t fucking walk.”

Then he did just that.

He bent you lower, fucked you deeper, ruined you so thoroughly you saw stars. Your thighs shook. Your voice went hoarse. He fucked you like he was mad at your soul.

And when you finally broke—when you came hard around his cock, sobbing his name into the leather—he didn’t let up. He chased his own release like it owed him blood, biting down on your shoulder as he emptied himself inside you.

He stayed there, breathing hard, sweat dripping from his temple onto your back.

Neither of you moved.

Because this? This wasn’t just sex. This was possession.

He didn’t pull away. Not when he came. Not when you sagged forward, limp and leaking, still braced over the back of the chair.

He didn’t move.

He stayed inside you—forehead resting between your shoulder blades, hands trembling where they clutched your hips. Still breathing you in like your skin was the only thing keeping him alive.

“Come here,” he whispered, eventually. “I’m not done.”

He didn’t say it like a threat this time.

He said it like a confession.

You let him guide you down to the floor. He didn’t rip your dress. He didn’t drag your body. He touched you with reverence now—laying you out flat, curling his big hand around your jaw like you were something he never thought he’d get to hold like this.

His eyes flicked down your body, dark with need but soft, too. Almost scared.

“I need you again,” he murmured, voice husky. “But not like before.”

You nodded, barely breathing. “Okay.”

His mouth met yours—slow, open, hot. His tongue licked into you like it missed you. Like it knew you.

And when he slid inside again, your body opened for him like you were made to take him. You moaned into the kiss, your hands curling around his shoulders, your legs spreading without thought.

It felt too good. Too deep. Too much.

His hips rolled, long and smooth, like he was trying to press his feelings into the walls of your body. Like he didn’t know how else to say it.

And then—his voice broke.

“I don’t know how to stop,” he whispered against your mouth. “You’ve ruined me.”

You blinked fast. The tightness in your chest suddenly unbearable.

“You were the one who started it,” you whispered.

“I know. And now I can’t breathe without you,” he said, thrusts picking up just enough to draw sharp moans from your throat. “I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t even look at you without losing my mind.”

You clutched at him. “Then why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because we’re best friends!” he groaned, fucking into you harder now, his emotions spilling through his thrusts. “Because I didn’t wanna fuck it up. But you—you drove me fucking insane.”

Your legs wrapped around his waist like you needed him to anchor you. His pace was messy now—frantic, like he couldn’t control it. Like he didn’t want to.

“You made me like this,” he breathed. “You made me need you. You knew what you were doing.”

“I didn’t know it’d go this far—”

“But it did.” He grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, his forehead against yours, breath ragged. “Now I can’t get out.”

You were already crying.

He didn’t stop.

“Why do you keep doing this to me?” he whispered, voice breaking. “Why do you have to be everything to me?”

Your sob escaped, loud and sudden.

He froze, eyes wide. “Hey—hey…”

“I’m okay,” you whispered, tears streaming down your face, chest trembling. “I’m okay. I just—I love you.”

He choked. His whole body tensed above you.

You gasped when he started moving again—slow and deep and shaking.

“You love me?” he whispered like he didn’t believe it.

You nodded, lips brushing his. “I love you. I’ve loved you for so long it hurts.”

He fucked into you like that broke him. Like he’d been waiting years to hear it. He kissed you so hard you couldn’t breathe, hips rutting into yours with a need that felt like home and war all at once.

You came with your whole body.

Sobbing, shaking, clinging to him like if you let go, you’d die.

And he followed, groaning your name like it was a confession, like a vow.

He collapsed into your arms, heart pounding against yours, still buried deep inside.

You didn’t speak.

You just held each other, tears drying on hot skin, breath slowing.

For the first time—it wasn’t hate, It wasn’t lust, It was love, buried in the wreckage.

—

The air was thick with sweat and sex and silence.

Chan didn’t move. Not for a long time.

His body stayed curled around yours, one hand stroking your hip, the other tangled with your fingers above your head like he was scared to let go. His chest was still heaving, skin hot against yours.

But it was quiet now. And in that silence, there was no more hiding.

You turned your head, cheeks sticky with dried tears, eyes swollen.

“Chan…”

He looked down at you. His expression wrecked. Vulnerable in a way you’d never seen before.

“You meant it?” he asked softly. “What you said?”

You nodded, biting your lip. “Yeah. I meant it.”

He closed his eyes like it hurt. Like it healed him, too.

You traced a finger down his chest, voice small. “Did you?”

He opened his eyes again. “I don’t think there’s ever been a version of me that didn’t love you.”

Your throat closed up.

He leaned in, kissed the tip of your nose. The corner of your mouth. Your jaw. “I just didn’t know how to say it without losing you.”

You breathed him in. “And now?”

“Now I’ve already lost control,” he whispered, brushing hair from your face. “And I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to pretend we’re just friends.”

Your hand gripped his. “Then don’t.”

His eyes searched yours, desperate and soft all at once. “So what are we now?”

You swallowed, voice breaking. “Yours. If you want me.”

Chan let out the softest, most broken laugh. “I’ve always wanted you.”

He kissed you again—no lust, no pressure. Just quiet certainty.

And when he pulled you onto his chest, fingers drawing patterns across your back, it wasn’t about sex anymore. It was about belonging.

“Promise me we won’t run from this,” you whispered against his skin.

“I promise,” he said. “Even if it gets messy. Even if we fight again.”

You smiled faintly. “We definitely will.”

“Good,” he murmured, kissing your forehead. “Because I’m yours too. Every feral, possessive, jealous inch of me.”

You exhaled like you hadn’t breathed in years.

You didn’t know what tomorrow would bring.

But for the first time… you both wanted to find out—together.

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Authors note: hi guys, so i extended the story a little more cos i couldn’t get enough of them and i felt part one was a bit unfinished.

If you enjoyed this, please leave comments and a like, i always look out for feedback! Thanks for reading and following! Love you guys!

[ponderingmoonlight]

As a request, may I ask: How would Dante react if his partner got hurt ???

The gunfire's still echoing through the busted-out cathedral when you collapse behind a ruined bench, your hand pressed hard against your side. Blood soaks through your fingers. Fuck, this is way too warm, way too much. Almost immediately, that signature sharp pain starts occupying your abdomen.

You’ve been hit. Pretty bad this time, to be exact.

Dante’s voice cuts through the chaos, breaks you out of your numbness for a brief second. Right, you were on a mission together. You were supposed to stay behind him like he always instructs you to.  

“Hey! Where the hell are you?”

You try to call out, but it’s more of a gasp rather than real words forming. Fuck, this is even worse than you thought. Every breath you take feels like a knife stabbed into every inch of your skin. You hear his boots crunch stone, rapid and close.

Then he’s there. His eyes - usually glinting with some cocky one-liner waiting on deck - go sharp when he sees you, when he catches a glimpse of what definitely feels like a pretty ugly wound.

“Shit.”

“You already called me worse than that”, you huff out barely audible.

He’s kneeling beside you before you can blink, rebellion dropped with a clang. His hands hover for a second, like he wants to scoop you up and rip the world apart at the same time.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he mutters, voice low but ragged, carefully ignoring your last remark.

“Charging ahead like that…what, you think you’re me?”

You manage a weak smirk, a silent whine escaping your lips when his hand inspects the gaping wound you don’t dare to look at.

“Trying to keep up.”

That earns a shaky laugh, but it doesn’t reach his eyes like usual. He presses his palm over yours, steadying it in order to stop the bleeding of your wound. Warmth rushes through the contact, demonic energy humming at the edge of your skin.

“Don’t do that again,” he replies, and you can immediately tell it’s not a joke.

“Next time, I’m the one taking the hit. Got it?”

You nod, and his expression shifts just a flicker. Softer. Like the world narrowed to you, bleeding and broken, and nothing else.

Then, in true Dante fashion, he scoops you up, arms gentle despite the strength.

“You know I hate it when you pick me up like a baby- AH!”

“You’re lucky I like you. Let’s patch you up before I go back and finish mopping the floor with that ugly bastard.”

And as he carries you out, blood-streaked and cursing under his breath, you know this isn’t just a job to him. Not anymore.

Dante is way more than your comrade.

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[izzih22]

do one where paige and azzi are hanging out with drew and they keep teasing him about a crush he has at school

Family Business

Note: hope y’all like it

The Bueckers’ living room was a mess of old video game controllers, chip bags, and half-finished root beers.

The summer sun was still slanting low through the windows, casting a soft golden light over everything, making the whole scene feel even more easy and familiar.

Paige sat sprawled on the couch, socked feet up on the coffee table, controller in hand.

Azzi was curled against her side, legs tucked up, watching the screen with a lazy smile.

Across from them, Drew — Paige’s little brother — sat in an armchair, scowling at his screen like it had personally offended him.

He’d been quiet for a few minutes now. Too quiet.

Which, for Paige, was blood in the water.

“Hey, Drew,” she said casually, not looking away from the TV. “Who’s that girl you were talking about earlier?”

Drew stiffened immediately. “What girl?”

Azzi perked up, sensing danger — and opportunity. “Ohhh, wait, there’s a girl?” she said, smiling way too sweetly.

Drew glared at them both. “There’s no girl.”

Paige snorted. “Right, because you’re blushing like a tomato for no reason.”

“I’m not!” Drew protested, cheeks definitely turning redder.

Azzi set her controller down, turning fully to face him.

“Okay, okay,” she said, voice dripping with fake seriousness. “We’re just concerned. As your older sisters, it’s our duty to know these things.”

Paige reached over and mussed Drew’s hair roughly, ignoring his half-hearted attempts to dodge her.

“Yeah, bro. We gotta vet her. Make sure she deserves you.”

“And,” Azzi added solemnly, “we need to know if she’s prettier than us.”

Drew groaned, shoving his face into a pillow. “Stopppp.”

Paige grinned and turned to Azzi. “Remember when he had that crush on that girl in fifth grade who didn’t even know his name?”

Azzi laughed, bright and easy. “Oh my gosh, and he made us practice how he was gonna say ‘hi’ to her in the kitchen for like three hours.”

“You made me!” Drew protested from under the pillow.

“You begged us!” Paige and Azzi chorused at the same time, then dissolved into laughter.

Drew pulled the pillow away, giving them both his best death glare.

“You two are the worst,” he grumbled.

Azzi leaned over and bumped his knee affectionately.

“Nah, you love us.”

Drew grunted, but there was no real heat behind it.

He did love them. Had for as long as he could remember.

Azzi wasn’t just Paige’s girlfriend — she was family.

She’d been around for so many years now, it felt weird to even separate them in his mind. She was just… Azzi. His big sister, whether the world called it that or not.

Paige turned back to the TV with a smirk.

“So,” she said casually. “What’s her name?”

“Nope,” Drew said immediately.

Azzi tilted her head, giving him the big, soft brown eyes she knew were impossible to resist.

“Pleeease?”

Drew tried. He really tried. But it was a losing battle.

He sighed dramatically, dropping his controller onto the floor.

“Fine. Her name’s Riley. She’s in my math class.”

Paige elbowed Azzi triumphantly.

“Knew it. Knew there was someone.”

Azzi giggled. “Is she cute?”

Drew shrugged, all tough and cool — and about as convincing as a wet cat.

“I guess.”

Paige leaned in, voice low and teasing.

“Have you talked to her yet? Or are we still at the ‘staring awkwardly from across the room’ phase?”

“Shut up,” Drew muttered, cheeks flaming again.

Azzi softened a little, nudging Paige.

“Be nice,” she said, grinning. She turned back to Drew, voice kinder. “You’re gonna crush it, Drew. You’re way cooler than you think.”

“Way cooler,” Paige agreed easily. “Especially when you don’t try so hard.”

“And,” Azzi said, laughing, “you’ve got two amazing role models.”

Drew groaned again. “God help me.”

Paige ruffled his hair one more time for good measure.

“You’re welcome, little man.”

Azzi smiled at Drew — warm, real.

“We got your back, okay? Always.”

Drew glanced between the two of them — his big sister, and the girl who had been there through everything right beside her — and, despite himself, he smiled a little too.

“Yeah,” he said, voice low but sure. “I know.”

They turned back to their game after that, the moment slipping away into the familiar rhythm of trash talk and laughter and teasing.

Just a regular afternoon.

But underneath it all, something steady and unspoken thrummed between them:

Family wasn’t always about blood.

Sometimes it was about the people who stayed.

The ones who made you laugh, and made you feel like maybe the world wasn’t so scary after all.

And in that messy living room in Minnesota, Drew knew he had two of the best.