#GoT is there just for the damn trauma it caused me
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TAG GAME: EIGHT SHOWS TO GET TO KNOW ME
I was tagged by @santabarbara-skies (thank you!!!) so how could I resist doing this?
• let’s get the obvious one out of the way, Star Wars The Clone Wars (I could list most of the SW shows tbf but let’s stick with the one that I’m the most obsessed with) • Stargate SG-1 - my beloved, my first introduction to scifi, and a show that has influenced me a lot througout my entire life, still holds up • Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood - I had a hardcore anime/mange phase at one point, this is one of the shows I still love so much • Arcane - IT IS SO GODDAMN PRETTY (I’ve wasted so many hours in that game so I’m very glad this show exists to compensate for some of the loss of sanity I experienced when I played) • Game of Thrones - I don’t wanna talk about it • 9-1-1, a recent new obsession • Dark - such a weird and confusing but also amazing show • Koko Suomi Leipoo, the Finnish version of The Greath British Bake Off. I love cooking and baking competition shows ffff
There’s honestly so many shows I could’ve chosen, I have so many favorites and so many shows I rewatch again and again and again because they’re just so good, but for this list I tried to choose some that I feel have really affected me or show different sides of me. I also cannot for the life of me just list stuff, I have to explain EVERYTHING.
Aaaaand I’m also awkward enough not to dare tag anyone, but please, anyone who wants to do this, do it!!
#text post#there're legit so many shows I wanted to list#like Chernobyl or Queen's Gambit or Castlevania or Downton Abbey or or or She-Ra and House and the Dragon Prince and so many mooooore#I watch way too much tv#GoT is there just for the damn trauma it caused me#now I always expect the worst to happen and the characters to just suddenly be killed whatever show I'm watching#goddamn#it was a hard choice between Fullmetal Alchemist and Full Metal Panic! too because daamnn Full Metal Panic! is so damn pretty and I love it#tv shows I like#rambling#I was tagged!
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anyone else have this problem where its so hard to get attached to people and you feel like everyone is actually lying about liking you or just doesnt care . like,. i dont know how to explain it without sounding like a dick but i just. cant make myself like people
#augh its so hard to explain#i desperately need validation but i always feel like its insincere#and i can move on from things so quickly cause. i never got attached in the first place#im just really good at making myself forget#?#does that make sense#do i sound mean#sorry#i dont understand how people can feel like. love and stuff#i sound edgy as fuck when i say that and. not in a good way#i cant explain without making me seem mean and im sorry#its just so hard to care#and see things from other peoples eyes#i just feel so. different?#weird?#i dunno#sorry again#maybe its the autism#maybe its the trauma#who fucking knows#maybe im just insane#sorry.#whole ass essay here damn#still sorry
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the world is in a disastrous state of affairs when people are supporting a school shooter over the community bc “forgiveness is free” and “are people not allowed to change”
#mylife#I’m so upset rn#like genuinely I’m so frustrated#When those losers supporting him have friends that are startle when a car makes a noise; are nervous around balloons because-#-they will have a panic attack when it pops; when their friends are crying bc they wish they weren’t so scared overreacting for things -#-that aren’t really threats. When someone in their family mourns their friends best friend.#Mass shootings SCHOOL shootings are the kind of trauma that doesn’t just go away#When their friends family and community are the ones fucked up for years to come from a mass tragedy maybe then they’d have a fucking heart#It’s real big to forgive someone when they haven’t wronged you#Forgiveness is a costly thing and it is not something to be diminished for the sake of a school shooter#Think about how much you want a school shooter to have an active platform when the effects of it is so damning and present#The one from my community is locked up but when I’m back home the reminders are Constant#The ribbons are still on nearly every store front#When I go to Walmart or the McDonald’s I think about how my sisters friend escaped to there and that asshole went there himself#Driving past my neighborhood I see where he was apprehended I remember the cop lights and the news vans#Imagine someone that caused all that chaos that will forever leave a wound in your community being praised and lauded and loved#They got to heal when you all didnt#It’s enough of a reminder going to the fucking grocery store why should a shooter have a platform making money off your pain#I’ve lost the plot but TikTok school shooter sends me into a deep and terrible despair every time I have the misfortune of seeing him#Myrambles
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Sending strength and love and good vibes your way honey. You can do this!
I really really hope you’re right 🤞
#thank you I appreciate it#I just got back from the church choir rehearsal#I’ve been doing this choir cause it makes my parents happy#but after this one idk if I’ll be able to again#with everything I have going on and especially the fact that I’ve been dealing with a lot of Christian trauma#I don’t feel right singing things I don’t necessarily believe#and I feel bad saying this#but the main reason why I agreed was cause I thought there was going to be high notes!#but no#there is a SINGLE high note#and we are singing like 4 songs#just give me ledger line notes and I’ll be happy#anyway I was at the rehearsal today and I was on the verge of tears the entire time#just cause I was so incredibly uncomfortable and I couldn’t help but think of everything that’s going on#and NOW#I get to go to my brothers house and celebrate Easter#and my cousin is going to be there and she just gets under my skin#not really her fault cause it’s just my jealousy getting in the way#but she’s young I don’t think she’s even 20 yet#she has her own place#she has her own dog#and she’s bringing her boyfriend today#I just can’t help but think about what my life would have been like if I got the help I needed#but nah#growing up no adult gave a shit about me#so that’s super duper cool 👌#anyway gonna try and smoke and move on#but damn it’s a lot easier said than done#shut up rosie
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i have to make appointments & also let my doctor know id rather continue one of the new meds she put me on bc it actually helped but ive been completely unmedicated for 2 fucking days & the thought of doing Anything makes me wanna throw up im so over being a person
#mine#i rly do not have it in me to make appointments dawg i have medical trauma can i get used to one new doctor#before im tossed around like a gd hot potato to numerous others. i literally attend my appointments w my cane#what's not clicking abt me having VERY fucking low energy in the aftermath of sm straining stress bruh#but like i dont have a choice bc i could have some of my meds stopped if i dont see certain doctors & im just here like 🫠#i feel somewhat stupid like damn i rly thought finally i had a chill doctor w common sense but no i still gotta fight for my gd life#just be given say over MY OWN GODDAMN WELLBEING#'oh well this causes physical health concerns' to be completely blunt idfc anymore.#truly i fucking do not#my body is a fucking nightmare my entire system resents at this point bc we always have some lvl of bs going on w it#we've no choice but to stop fucking caring bc the numerous mental strains we're dealing w worsen them ON THEIR OWN#& also like literally fuck off bc my body wouldn't be this shit if doctors actually TOOK CARE OF ME PROPERLY#before it got this bad.#there's no fucking fixing shit now by worsening my already overwhelmed & strained body/mind by making me a gd hot potato#if im not Actively Perishing or on the immediate brink of the risk IDC#I NEED TO FUCKING BE ALLOWED TO //CHILL THE EVER LOVING FUCK OUT//#//that// SHOULD BE THE PRIORITU#ive been strained for YEARS but esp since last year to a CONSTANT degree#can i fucking get one GODDAMN foot on the ground to pick myself back up jfc#im so tired & annoyed & sick of there always being SOMETHING#i just wanna fucking chill & finish my preps to stream again & get back to pursuing what i love please#im gonna LOSE MY MIND
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#crazy how religious trauma just got me fucked up for life lmao#and I still live with the same people who instilled that fear inside me so that's fun on a daily basis#I try my fuckign best to navigate my life and stay positive I can literally be having the best day and all it takes is one little thing-#like how is that fun for you? to sit and tell ur family members that they're gonna go to hell the end of the world is upon us#'you aren't gonna be able to live your life fully anyways just come to church and get saved then you can at least get into heaven' I JUST#I AM ABOUT TO START GOING INSANE#I need to find a way out of here but god damn I can't even find a job rn like ugfhfghfsghgfhfg god I'm trying to stay strong so bad I am#crazy how people think they're helping you when really they're the ones pushing you further into insanity#not to mention the fact that I believe Christianity probably caused me to be so fucked mentally starting at a young age#then the fucking job thing like even then I need accommodations since I'm fucking epileptic like UGGFHFGHFGHFGHFG#It will all be okay and I believe that truly I just needed to yell and scream into the void thanks#man the worst part is the fear mongering gets to me after while and I think well damn they're probably right huh#hayden.txt
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I'm very much a, "fuck yeah and fuck you, I don't need validation! I'm me, cunts!" kinda fella, but sometimes I could use support.
#today i fucked up by reactivating my fb account which i haven't done in 2 yrs just to check on some folks id been sending good thought to#place is depressing everyone is miserable and everything feels fake and my mind is like#LOL this is why we left bitch byeeee#so i deactivated again went to work and idc what anyone says there are folks like me that can and do feel the energy and emotions coming of#people and it can fucking suck especially when so many are disregulated so i got a sensory overload and boss was nice enough to let me take#a bunch of breaks today and even scream in her office cause She Gets It (TM)#the weather is rainy and cold i'm getting so many fibro flares idk how i'm moving anymore#ive missed so many days of work already and it's not even fully winter yet i still have my job and im thankful i have an understanding team#but that doesnt pay the bills im still trying to find a way to pay for that doctor appointment coming up#graduate courses began for college and i think i'm gonna be okay but damn did they throw too much info all at once at me and that made#my adhd brain go WELL SHIT#ive been feeling incredibly lonely and not wanted in so many spaces that im struggling to even communicate with the few that i know do#love me for me and nothing else im trying so so so hard to keep being there for people and to keep loving#people that need it cause i don't ever want another human being to ever feel as miserable and unwanted as i have felt#but im also tired because i feel like thats all anyone ever sees me as just this being that can take their woes away and make them feel#amazing and i love that i can do that and listen to so many traumatic stories and help folks process that trauma my boss and many throughou#life have told me i have a gift for healing people and a vibe to me thats different than most and it feels good being around me but today i#just felt like people keep taking and taking and taking and i dont expect anything back thats not who i am id rather give than receive#but damn it i just wish someone could just give me the biggest hug in the world dont even have to say a thing just hold me and be present#and hold space for me to just feel weightless id cherish that more than anything in the world right now#on a positive note...#my dinosaur vo stuff got traction im getting a new cosplay put together i havent done that in 4 years i got to pet a wild deer i made#a coworker laugh so hard his juice went out his nose and my boss peed a little#im slowly taming another wild flock of turkeys and i got a bag of my favorite takis the guacamole flavor#i got a lot to be thankful for and i acknowledge it#but damn it im tired#thank you for coming to my Ted Talk rant and rave#if you made it this far: you're an incredible human being and i love you#please go treat yo self to something nice and know i love you for you
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thinking about dl!scar makes me sad for many reasons but one of the worst is thinking about him knowing far too well that grian is unhappy with him and just having to live with that
#they make my brain melt. and srry in advance cause what im about to say is like mainly the shit i made up but bear w me#anyways#like. scar loves him. and grian makes it very obvious that he isnt happy being soulmates with him#and scar just has to go around knowing that. he doesnt WANT grian to be unhappy but there isnt anything he can really do about it#he didnt make them be soulmates#and yet he gets punished for it anyway as if its his fault#also notice i never said grian doesnt love him. its the soulmate thing he doesnt like#maybe if it had been someone else he had been paired with#but with it being scar its just. he cant go thru that again. he is still in that damn cactus ring and now he is literally being forced to#basically do that all over again. with the added bonus of being RESPONSIBLE FOR IF SCAR DIES which is like erm.#the WHOLE crux of why 3rd life fucked him up#i do think grian loves scar but. he loved him once and it ended in tragedy. and he just cant do that again#thats why i believe he distances himself so much from scar in double life#also i will always champion that grian would literally rather die than be forced into a monogamous relationship which is.....#basically what DL is lmao. (3L is different cause despite initially being forced to serve scar he CHOSE to love him)#so add that plus extremely complicated feelings ft. trauma concerning scar equals yeah that mf is gettin outta there!!#btw this is not at all to excuse him if u guys know me you know when it comes to life series grian i HATE HIS ASS!!!#he couldve talked to scar about this. maybe they could have worked something out! but instead he decided to be shady and inconsiderate#anyways GETTING BACK TO WHAT I WAS ORIGINALLY SAYING.#i just think about how hard it'd be to be scar in DL. like you have been forcibly paired up with the guy you love and got lowkey betrayed by#in LL (but you betrayed him too once so does it really matter? and does the bond you forged in the desert really carry over?)#and yeah you're a little annoyed and hurt he kept it from you for that long. but you're ready to work together again#it's just like back then and its great! after all you never really left monopoly mountain. but the problem is he never left the cactus ring#even though you never held it against him. it always affected him more than you didnt it? you seemed to have far different takeaways from 3L#and so now you're sitting in a patch of bamboo feeling like a useless burden (because that is what he keeps treating you as)#and you havent seen your so-called ''soulmate'' in a day#and when you do its like whatever happiness was on his face dies out and he is so painfully unhappy around you#and you both pretend there isn't a smudge of chocolate and crumbs around his mouth#serena.txt#sorry. my demons
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I. Am so. Fucking. Conflicted.
#dk speaks#vent#im so full of fucking rage#this pure boiling fucking anger#with Nothing to direct it to.#me? been there done that got the Junkie Ass Carving#her? she doesnt fucking deserve it. if i just had basic self con-fucking-trol we wouldn't even be In this mess in the first place#i am a god damn timebomb and i have No clue when or who I'll explode on.#at least when im high or drunk or on Anything that rage subsides.#no anger. no ticking. just pleasantries and sociability and joy and calm.#but when im sober? god forbid if i am Forced to be sober?#pft. i can't wait to see the God damn fireworks#because hopefully then it'll mean I've hurt everyone who could Ever care for me#or I've gone so far i pull a trigger before I can even Conceive the trauma I'll cause.#either way. i hurt.#if i get high the way i like to. i hurt.#if i stay sober for too long and get back to my regularly scheduled Thoughts. I Hurt.#there's pain either way.#fact of the matter is who am i gonna force to get it.#me.#or all.#let's find the fuck out.
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#spent the day at my parents house for my birthday yesterday and i just … my mom is so god damn narcisstic i can’t#i’ve been volunteering A LOT lately; like an insane amount that i’ve been close with some of the other frequent volunteers#anyways my mom wanted to prep stuff to send off to where i volunteer for my birthday#annoying a bit cause it’s my day off but she got me right in the spot of care that she knew i’d never say no to that specific request#and we’re prepping the stuff for me to bring back to where i volunteer and she just looks at me and she’s like emotional#and she’s just looking at me like ‘wow i really did raise good kids didn’t i?’#WHEN I TELL YOU I ALMOST LOST MY SHIT#girl it’s my fucking birthday; a day that you have literally always co-opted to do what YOU want for my bday instead of what i want#we’re prepping stuff for a place where i’ve put in 3-5 days a week of hard volunteer work and face time with the people i work with#and it’s because i’m doing all of this in fucking spite of her#i volunteer with people who are homeless and my mom is proud of me despite the fact that she nearly abused me into homelessness for years??#like oh! you threatened to kick me out of the house when i was fucking 8 years old (that was the start; she threatened this for years)#she even went as far to literally ship me off to relatives ever summer for weeks at a time because she didn’t want to deal with me#i raised myself; i persisted myself; i raised my sisters; i raised my neighborhood; i did this all myself#i am strong and relentless and incredible and amazing all on my own#and i know this and try to hold myself high because of this#god damn it made me so angry that my mom thinks she’s responsible for all the love and care i put into the world#you narcissistic whacko#i put love and care into the world despite!; i had to fight for love and care; i had to find it for myself#the amount of trauma this woman inflicted on me and she wants to take credit for all the work i did in order to recover from her????#don’t get me wrong; i’m so incredibly proud of myself and all the hard work i’ve done to take care of myself#and the comment didn’t bother me at first; i just rolled my eyes#but it really is incredible how fucking stupid and narcisstic my mother is and now fucking badass i am#brain dumps
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#ive waited all day to shower cause i cant trust my partners mother for shit so i had to wait till mt partner got home ar 12:30am right#apparently i cant even ask to take a fucking shower and him talking to me like im special.#im so fucking sick of this shit#i get yelled at for EVERYTHING i do and NOTHING is ever fucking enough but he cant do any of the shit i do on my own#im just so fucking tired#and im so god damn ready for someone to love me like i love them#instead of yelling at me and making me want to hide in the bathroom#this year has already been so fucking shit and he KNOWS how much shits been on my mind and how fucking anxious ive been#and he knows ive been having trauma nightmares every fucking night for MONTHS now#yet here he is still- yelling at me and not giving a fuck about all the dark and scary shit going on in my head#makes me feel so *fucking* alone and i hate it so fucking much#echo has a breakdown on main
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Finally
Pairing: lando norris x girlfriend!reader
summary: lando’s girlfriend finally graduates from college and comes along on for this amazing season
a/n: well…this didn’t start out as a girlfriend piece…but it got away from me and did like 12 different 180° that never quite led back to the same direction…
a/n2: what a season! 2024 was my first season as an f1 fan and wow!! It was crazy and wild and wonderful and enough for it to gain another lifelong fan
a/n3: fuck McLaren but congrats to Lando and Oscar
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papaya_girl: gotta soak up all the time with him as i can since he’s gonna leave me all alone to go…let me check…do his job?? Idk what that’s all about
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user1: you’re just checking off the boyfriend date list aren’t you??
↳user2: no but for real…an aquarium date, home cooking, beach date, and an art exhibit?
↳user1: be real landonorris did you just google good date ideas?
oscarpiastri: you trust him to cook??
↳papaya_girl: i was supervising very closely
↳oscarpiastri: still…
↳landonorris: oi! Have a little faith
↳oscarpiastri: I’ve seen you burn water trying to make insta noodles
↳papaya_girl: oh good lord
↳landonorris: that was ONE TIME
↳oscarpiastri: it was not.
↳papaya_girl: lando…
user3: god to be them… I wouldn’t leave you alone like this!
landonorris: easy solution! Drop out of school and come with me!
↳papaya_girl: no!
↳landonorris: but then we wouldn’t be apart anymore!
↳maxfewtrell: don’t listen to him. One of you has to be educated
↳landonorris: oi!
↳papaya_girl: 😂😂
user4: i saw them! I was the one to take that picture of them at the Van Gogh exhibit!
↳user5: seriously!
↳papaya_girl: thank you for sending it to me! You’ve got an eye for good photos
↳user4: oh my god thank you!!
↳landonorris: all photos of you are amazing because they have you in them!
↳papaya_girl: cheesy
↳user4: ok you’re both stunning but on my comment thread?
alex_albon: you can keep him? I don’t think mclaren actually need him tbh
↳landonorris: HEY!
↳mclaren: sorry papaya_girl but it’s our turn with him now
↳papaya_girl: …I guess I can loan him out for a couple of weeks but you gotta feed him and let him get his exercise and come summer he’s mine again!
↳mclaren: pinky promise!
↳landonorris: WHAT?? This makes me sound like I’m a dog!!!
↳mclaren: we got your briefing packet and we’ll follow it to a T
↳landonorris: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? papaya_girl?? mclaren???
↳papaya_girl: I’m gonna hold your hand when I say this…
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papaya_girl: I’m unloved... Carelessly I’ve been abandoned…when will I find someone who loves me like that one guy loves his orange car…
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user6: god i volunteer
↳landonorris: nope! Try again
landonorris: I didn’t abandon you! Say the word and I’ll have plane tickets and an uber waiting for you
↳papaya_girl: I’ve never been so alone…it’s like I can hear his voice still…
↳oscarpiastri: that’s a haunting if I ever heard of one. You should call someone about that
↳landonorris: stop telling people i abandoned you! Or letting people think I’ve died!
↳papaya_girl: it’s like he’s still here, with me…
↳user7: girl I think you might be stressing Lando into an early heart attack
↳landonorris: SHE IS
user8: yes yes yes, you’ve been abandoned and left alone but girl…1) what are you studying and 2) your handwriting is so pretty!
↳papaya_girl: well I’m conflicted on answering cause on one hand you are minimizing my trauma but on the other hand that’s a nice compliment…
↳user9: (respectfully??)
↳papaya_girl: I guess that works… creative writing!
↳user10: damn…pretty and smart
↳papaya_girl: you know it!
↳landonorris: AND ALL MINE! BACK OFF 🤺🤺🤺
alex_albon: we wouldn’t abandon you papaya_girl
↳lilymhe: no we wouldn’t! We’ve got 2 hands for a reason
↳papaya_girl: packing my bags literally right now
���landonorris: NO! BACK! OFF!! SHES MINE
↳papaya_girl: there it is again! His voice haunts me…
↳landonorris: I’m literally breaking down right now
maxverstappen1: I know some people. I can introduce you if you’d like?
↳papaya_girl: I’ll think about it!
↳landonorris: I’m going to run you over maxverstappen1. Stop trying to steal my girlfriend
↳maxverstappen1: mclaren you seeing this?
↳mclaren: 🧐🧐🧐
↳landonorris: THEY KEEP TRYING TO TAKE MY GIRLFRIEND
↳mclaren: don’t worry max, he’s got pr training scheduled in the morning
↳landonorris: I do??
↳mclaren: yup!
↳landonorris: fuck
↳maxverstappen1: 😂😂
user11: dude can’t catch a break…his girlfriend thinks he’s gone and his friends are helping her move on…
↳landonorris: THERE! WILL! BE! NO! MOVING! ON!!
↳landonorris: IM! NOT! DEAD! OR! GONE!!
↳user11: …ok there dude. Take a deep breath…
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landonorris: SHES DONE! AND NOW SHES MINE!!
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user12: omg congrats!
↳user13: man oh man i know that feeling all too well
oscarpiastri: congrats papaya_girl! Now hurry up and join us — I can’t stand his moping anymore
↳landonorris: you muppet! I don’t mope!
↳papaya_girl: you don’t miss me??? 🥺🥺🥺
↳landonorris: of course I do!
↳oscarpiastri: so you do mope
↳papaya_girl: awwww
↳landonorris: you’re not allowed to gang up on me yet! You’re not even here!
↳papaya_girl: soon! I’ve just got a couple of things to wrap up before I leave!
↳landonorris: what??
↳papaya_girl: sorry baby
user14: season of graduates!
↳user15: woohoo!
↳papaya_girl: we did it! 🎉🥳
↳user15: yay!
↳user14: it was definitely iffy for a while there…
↳papaya_girl: you know it 😭
alex_albon: you mean we have to wait even longer before lando stops moping???
↳landonorris: I DONT MOPE. LEAVE ME ALONE
↳alex_albon: dude you mope like crazy
↳landonorris: no I don’t!
↳alex_albon: you do
↳oscarpiastri: you do
↳lilymhe: you do
↳charles_leclerc: you do
↳maxfewtrell: you do
↳maxverstappen1: you do
↳carlossainz55: you do
↳mclaren: you do
↳papaya_girl: you do 🤭🥰
user16: did lando really fly out in the middle of a triple header just to watch his girl graduate??
↳oscarpiastri: he made it very clear he wasn’t going to miss it…especially when it got moved to a Tuesday for some reason
↳papaya_girl: gotta love faulty plumbing I guess
↳oscarpiastri: if you say so…
↳landonorris: and me??
↳oscarpiastri: what?
↳landonorris: not you. papaya_girl??
↳papaya_girl: yes I love you too
↳landonorris: 🥰😍🥰😍🥰🥰😍🥰🥰😍😍🥰
↳papaya_girl: 😘🧡
↳user16: oh he’s down bad…
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papaya_girl: thanks to mclaren for giving my boyfriend another round of pr training! And thanks to Oscar for stealing his phone!
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user17: did you get mclaren to give him pr training just so you could secretly travel to meet up with him?
↳papaya_girl: yup!
↳user17: iconic
oscarpiastri: gotta admit — it was hard getting that phone away from him. He had a damn grip on it
↳papaya_girl: he always does!
↳papaya_girl: and it might have been partly my fault? I was texting him at the time…
↳oscarpiastri: 😑😑😑
↳papaya_girl: 🤷♀️🤷♀️🤷♀️
↳oscarpiastri: need I remind you this was your plan?
↳papaya_girl: so I love texting my boyfriend…sue me
↳oscarpiastri: 🙄🙄
user18: god I’m so so so ready for papaya_girl track fits…
↳user20: I’m ready for the nonstop videos of them just 😍😍😍 at each other while ignoring everyone around them
↳papaya_girl: ok let’s roll it back a little…
↳user18: oops
↳papaya_girl: my fits will be comfortable and I do Not ignore other people while with lando
↳papaya_girl: I just have eyes for lando only
↳user20: iconic
↳user18: oh mood
↳papaya_girl: uhhh back off? He’s mine
alex_albon: oh thank god I don’t know how many more times I could listen to him moping and missing you
↳carlossainz55: you thought you had it bad??
↳oscarpiastri: oh I’ll beat you both in this fight
↳maxfewtrell: really?
mclaren: anything for you girl!
↳papaya_girl: 😘🧡💋
↳mclaren: ☺️☺️☺️
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papaya_girl: omg i forgot how much orange is not my color…
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user21: oh my god did you see lando when she appeared from around the corner???
↳user22: ohhhh the way he just slammed on the brakes and stared at her…
↳user21: their run towards one another is gonna be a staple on booktok for years!
↳user23: she’s stronger than me cause if my man looked at me like that he would NOT be going on to media duties afterwards…
↳user21: oh that’s a mood
user24: the way he dragged her around on his media duties…😍😍
↳user25: ok you say he dragged her but 100% she had the same tight ass grip on his hand
↳user24: oh yeah no — no one was gonna get her to leave his side today
↳papaya_girl: they were not!
landonorris: it’s papaya love and you look amazing in it! Especially when it’s got the #4 on it!
↳papaya_girl: ok I know you’re trying to be sweet but ORANGE is not my color and not even your number is enough to save it
↳landonorris: 🥺🥺🥺
↳papaya_girl: oh don’t worry baby I’ll still wear your number but it’ll be in a nice cool black
↳landonorris: good! Let everyone know you’re mine
↳papaya_girl: always baby
↳landonorris: 🥰🥰🥰
↳oscarpiastri: this is what I have to look forward to now isn’t it?
↳danielricciardo: from experience? Yes
↳carlossainz55: all the time. You won’t be able to get away from it
↳landonorris: you muppets! Go away
user26: god I need me a man that looks at me the way Lando looks at his girl…
↳user27: yeeesss
↳papaya_girl: never settle for anything less!
↳user26: got it 🫡
↳papaya_girl: but also return that sediment — don’t let him carry the entire relationship
↳user27: yes ma’am 🫡
mclaren: 🥺
↳papaya_girl: admin i love you but orange is not it
↳mclaren: 😢
↳papaya_girl: sorry not sorry
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papaya_girl: HE DIDIT!! MY BOY IS A RACE WINNER! P1 BABY!!!!!!!!!! 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
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user28: GO LANDO!!
↳user29: Nowins no longer!
oscarpiastri: congrats man! Fantastic drive!
↳papaya_girl: MY BOU IS ARACE WINNER NKW!!!
↳oscarpiastri: I know. I was there. I’m still there in fact
↳papaya_girl: HE DID ITTTTT!!!!!! 🧡🧡🧡
↳user30: girl is going through it too 😂
user31: that’s our man!!! Woohoo!!
↳papaya_girl: MY MAN ONLY! MY RACE WJNNER!!! BACK OFF 🤺🤺🤺
↳user31: backing off 😂😂 congrats Lando!!
↳papaya_girl: P1!!!!!!!
maxverstappen1: phenomenal drive today man!
↳papaya_girl: P1!!! MY MAN LANDO!!
↳maxverstappen1: yes he did get p1 😂
charles_leclerc: glad to share the podium with you today lando!
↳papaya_girl: HES ON TOP LIKE HE DESERVES!!!
carlossainz55: knew you could do it! ¡Felicidades!
↳papaya_girl: HE DID IT!!
landonorris: P1!!! I FUCKING DID IT!
↳papaya_girl: YOU DID IT LOVE
↳landonorris: couldn’t have done it without you love
↳papaya_girl: YOU ABSOLUTELY COULD HAVE BUT DAMN AM I GLAD TO BE HERE FOR IT!!
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papaya_girl: P2 or P20, you’re P1 in my heart 🧡
But for real, my love, it’s been something else to be able to watch you race week after week and there isn’t anywhere else I’d rather be! June is over and next is Silverstone!
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landonorris: that’s so cheesy
↳papaya_girl: I could always leave to start my masters program early??
↳landonorris: nope! I’m gonna handcuff you to me so you can never leave me again
↳papaya_girl: well that’s kinky
↳landonorris: …that’s not a no!
↳maxfewtrell: it is from me. Keep that shit to yourselves!
↳papaya_girl: just say you’re jealous he’s mine and move on
↳landonorris: 🧡🧡
oscarpiastri: fantastic first half of the season so far Lando! We’ll keep pushing
↳landonorris: you know it!
↳papaya_girl: congrats to you too osc on the amazing season so far!
↳oscarpiastri: thanks papaya_girl
user32: GO LANDO!!
↳papaya_girl: WOOHOO!
↳user33: Will you let him know how many fans are supporting him this season??
↳papaya_girl: he absolutely knows but I’ll be sure to tell him again!
↳user32: thank you!
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papaya_girl: Congratulations Lewis on your historic win today — Phenomenal race! I was glad I was here to see it 🧡
And congrats to my love on P2!
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user34: it was great to watch!
↳user35: god I’ve missed him on the top step…
↳user34: oh my god same
landonorris: but what about me??
↳papaya_girl: 1) sorry but are you 7 time world champion Lewis Hamilton?
↳landonorris: …I guess not 🥺🥺🥺
↳papaya_girl: 2) scroll through the rest of my page?? It’s literally a digital shrine to you
↳landonorris: it is!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰
↳oscarpiastri: oh boy…
↳papaya_girl: I know
↳user36: we don’t! Share with the class please
↳papaya_girl: instead of mopey now he’ll be all cheery and lovey
↳landonorris: yes!!! 🥰😍🧡
↳user37: I mean if you don’t want him…
↳papaya_girl: Back! 🤺 Off! 🤺 He’s! 🤺 Mine! 🤺
lewishamilton: thank you papaya_girl
↳papaya_girl: oh my god Lewis Hamilton replied to me!
↳landonorris: you never act like with me???
↳landonorris: 🥺🥺🥺
↳papaya_girl: sorry but are you 7 time world champion Lewis Hamilton?
↳maxverstappen1: 😂😂😂
charles_leclerc: congrats Lewis!
user38: god I can’t imagine…how ungrateful she is, leaving her boyfriend to be an afterthought???
↳user39: right??? Like almost an entire post dedicated to one of his competitors and he’s just an afterthought
↳papaya_girl: stay crying about it! Lando knows how much he means to me
↳papaya_girl: and believe me — he knows how incredible I thought he was today 🥵😉🤤
↳landonorris: my girl!!
↳user40: the embodiment of “I’ve got your flower baby”
carlossainz55: ¡Felicidades!
georgerussell63: great race Lewis! Great push today — let’s keep the momentum going!
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papaya_girl: A difficult day today but I’m so so so proud of you my love — best believe this good karma will come around again.
And congratulations to Oscar on his first race win!! 2 orange boys getting their first wins this season!!
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user41: lowkey difficult to listen to but I did like watching these boys win
↳user42: oh I know. I was stressing and yelling at the tv. My family kept telling me to calm down
oscarpiastri: thanks papaya_girl. And thanks again for the drinks and the congrats cupcake 🧁
↳landonorris: you got a cupcake for your win?? papaya_girl where was mine???
↳papaya_girl: be so for real right now
↳landonorris: I want a cupcake!!
↳papaya_girl: you want a cupcake?? Over the best head of your life??
↳oscarpiastri: ok. I’m gonna shut down this conversation right now
↳papaya_girl: real quick — on the record he wants a cupcake more than sex
↳landonorris: ok let’s not go that far
↳oscarpiastri: let’s not go anywhere. Stop.
user43: mclaren I am in your walls and when I catch you…
↳user44: I know a guy
↳papaya_girl: mildly concerned right now, not gonna lie
↳user44: …he’s a nice guy??
↳papaya_girl: not the vibes I’m getting! Hope this helps
↳user43: 😂😂
landonorris: it papaya!! It’s literally in your name right now!!
↳papaya_girl: it’s still ugly! And not my color!
lewishamilton: great race guys 🖤
↳papaya_girl: oh my god he’s replying to me again 😍😍
↳landonorris: he was congratulating me!!
↳papaya_girl: but he was replying to me!
↳lewishamilton:😂
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papaya_girl: this has been such a whirlwind year my love — I’m glad that we were able to take a few weeks to ourselves (and to Taylor Swift) to relax and decompress.
Now onto the second half of the season!!
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landonorris: this past few weeks have been some of the best of my life baby and it all has to do with you. Best decision I ever made was to ask you out 🧡🧡
↳papaya_girl: awwwww 🥰🥰🥰 easiest yes of my life (ignoring how fast I said yes when you asked if I wanted to go to the eras tour…)
↳landonorris: yes I’m aware I come second to Taylor Swift
↳papaya_girl: noooooooo you’re my favorite person ever (but like if she asked??)
↳landonorris: 🙄🙄🙄 (I get it)
landonorris: and I promise you I’ll make you proud this upcoming second half
↳papaya_girl: my love…
↳papaya_girl: you already do.
↳papaya_girl: I can’t put into words how proud I already am of you
↳papaya_girl: you make me proud every time you get into that car and chase your dreams
↳papaya_girl: I’m never not proud of you
↳landonorris: ���😭
↳landonorris: brb gonna go cry my eyes out right now
↳papaya_girl: nooooo come back and let’s cuddle
↳landonorris: …ok 🥺🥺🥺
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papaya_girl: OH! MY! GOD! CONGRATULATIONS!! AGAIN!! CAUSE MY LOVE??? YOU’RE A 2 TIME F1 RACE WINNER!!!
It’s been the time of my life watching you this year and to see the first 2 (of many!) of your wins have been some of the best moments of my life.
Congratulations my love — you deserve this and so much more
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user48: OH MY GOD I WAS THERE AND IT WAS INSANE
↳user49: oh my god I bet…Lestappen post race we’re going through it
↳user48: god it was so so so good seeing him too step again
↳papaya_girl: it so so was
oscarpiastri: congrats man! Sad it wasn’t a double podium but great drive today
↳landonorris: oh mclaren 1-2s aren’t over yet!
↳papaya_girl: THEY BETTER NOT BE
↳papaya_girl: YOU GOTTA BE ON TOP MORE OFTEN
↳oscarpiastri: …again??? On my comment thread? TMI guys
↳papaya_girl: totally not what I meant but now that you mention it…Lando meet me in your drivers room, 5 minutes
↳landonorris: 🏃🏻♂️💨💨💨
↳oscarpiastri: SERIOUSLY???
user50: is this…is this how max fan’s felt like last year?
↳user51: as a max fan…yes it was. I want it back!
↳papaya_girl: not if we can help it! LN supremacy forever!
↳landonorris: you know it!
↳user50: and if we say LN1??
↳papaya_girl: I’d say you can see the future! 🧡🧡
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papaya_girl: and the 3rd time is definitely the charm! And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name
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user52: I was definitely one of them!
↳user54: god what i would have given to have been there…
↳user52: it was just…amazing
maxfewtrell: congrats man!
↳landonorris: thanks man! Glad you were here to see it!
↳papaya_girl: he did it again!!
↳landonorris: I did!!
↳papaya_girl: so proud of you baby!
↳maxfewtrell: do you just traumatize everyone on their comment threads then?
↳oscarpiastri: yes
↳papaya_girl: hey! It’s my post!
↳landonorris: oi!
user55: congrats lando!
maxverstappen1: i think this calls for a celebration! And the winner buys yeah?
↳charles_leclerc: absolutely!
↳alex_albon: oh we’re down!
↳georgerussell63: sounds good!
↳oscarpiastri: that’s a plan
↳carlossainz55: si!
↳landonorris: you muppets! I won so you should be buying ME drinks!
↳maxverstappen1: that’s not what you’ve been saying these past few years…
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papaya_girl: Carlos…you can’t have him. Lando is MY man, MY love
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carlossainz55: sorry not sorry but you’ll never understand our bond
↳papaya_girl: he was mine FIRST! BSCK OFF
↳carlossainz55: De repente no entiendo ingles
↳papaya_girl: 🤺🤺🤺
↳landonorris: 🥰🧡🧡🧡🧡
user56: carlando is back!
↳papaya_girl: it is not!!
↳carlossainz55: that’s not what everyone is saying
↳papaya_girl: back off you Spanish fuck 🤺🤺
↳carlossainz55: 🤺🤺🤛🏼🤛🏼
↳landonorris: ok ok ok. Let’s just all stop and think about our actions
↳user56: mom help me the girls are fighting
user57: according to the pictures, carlando sat next to each other at their dinner while the wags were relegated to the other side of the table…
↳user58: ouch…
↳papaya_girl: we might have been on the other side of the table but lando is gonna be on the other side of the bed
↳iamrebeccad: same
↳landonorris: WHAT??? NO???
↳carlossainz55: what??
↳papaya_girl: play stupid games win stupid prizes
↳iamrebeccad: ☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻
↳carlossainz55: …well…
↳papaya_girl: 😑😑😑
↳landonorris: best not
↳papaya_girl: good answer
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papaya_girl: Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close?
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user59: I can’t even begin to describe how happy I am to see the return of mushy romantic Lando
↳user60: that was my exact thoughts as well…after this entire season so far, I’m so glad that he’s got somewhere safe to go
↳papaya_girl: he always will
↳user60: good!
landonorris: I've loved you for far more then three summers now, baby, but I want 'em all
↳papaya_girl: you’ll have all my summers my love
↳landonorris: and your falls?
↳papaya_girl: springs and winters too.
↳landonorris: good 🥹🥰
↳papaya_girl: 😘🧡💋
↳landonorris: 🥰🥰🥰🧡🧡🧡
user61: ahhh the return of being called single over and over and over
↳user62: right?
maxfewtrell: he got you in the gym?
↳papaya_girl: i was physically in the gym
↳landonorris: she sat and took pictures of me while singing to Taylor
↳papaya_girl: as a good girlfriend would!
↳maxfewtrell: yeah that sounds about right!
↳papaya_girl: hey!
↳landonorris: 🤣🤣
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papaya_girl: Vegas your lights shine so beautifully but I think I’ve been blinded by his eyes
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user63: I think we have an aspiring poet on our hands
↳user64: no but i understand her. That fourth picture…can you say new wallpaper???
landonorris: permission to be cheesy?
↳papaya_girl: since when do you ever ask??
↳landonorris: “It's a beautiful night, we're lookin' for somethin' dumb to do. Hey, baby, I think I wanna marry you”
↳papaya_girl: LANDO NORRIS IF THIS IS AN ACTUAL PROPOSAL IM STEALING YOUR CAR AND RUNNJNG YOU OVER!!!
↳landonorris: woah
↳papaya_girl: we are NOT getting married in Vegas!!
↳papaya_girl: and you better have a better proposal plan then INSTAGRAM COMMENTS
↳landonorris: 📝📝📝
↳user65: …the whiplash I just suffered
↳papaya_girl: SAME
↳maxfewtrell: I think he managed to give everyone a heart attack
↳papaya_girl: he’s already fielding calls from his mother and sisters
↳maxfewtrell: probably serves him right
↳papaya_girl: it does!!
↳landonorris: THEY KEEP CALLING ME
↳papaya_girl: YOU PROPOSED THROUGH INSTAGRAM AND WANTED TK GET MARRIED IN VEGAS
↳landonorris: yeah ok
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papaya_girl: Lando, my love…I think today really showed what kind of driver you are. A time penalty that put you in last and you still managed to end up in the points…
1 more to go.
congrats on third Oscar!
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landonorris: I only did so well cause I knew you were watching
↳papaya_girl: no. You did so well today because you are a fantastic driver and good things (WDC and WCC things) are coming your way. Today had nothing to do with me — it was all you 😍🧡
↳landonorris: it was a little bit you but thank you babe 🧡
oscarpiastri: thanks papaya_girl
↳oscarpiastri: and congrats lando! Fantastic drive there
↳landonorris: thanks man
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papaya_girl: 4 wins for my favorite #4!! I know I’ve said it again and again this year but Lando Norris it has been the best year of my life being able to follow you around and watch you live your dream. What a year… congratulations my love
Congratulations too to Oscar on your WCC!
(PS I think I might need to look for a boyfriend that looks at me the way that Lando looks at Carlos…)
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user66: …what on earth is happening in that 5th photo???
↳papaya_girl: if you figure it out, will you let me know?
carlossainz55: I told you you wouldn’t understand our bond papaya_girl
↳papaya_girl: 🖕🏻
↳oscarpiastri: 🤣🤣
↳landonorris: no no no baby let’s not do this
↳papaya_girl: fine
↳carlossainz55: fine
↳papaya_girl: he was very clearly talking to me!! His girlfriend!!
↳carlossainz55: if that’s what you want to think 🤔
↳papaya_girl: landonorris???
↳landonorris: ummmm…🏃🏻♂️💨💨💨
landonorris: you want to replace me🥺🥺🥺
↳papaya_girl: if you don’t stop giving heart eyes to that Spanish fucker…
↳carlossainz55: ha!
↳landonorris: baby (papaya_girl) you’re the only one for me
↳landonorris: and you have even been Mrs Norris by now if you had just said yes!
↳papaya_girl: again!! Not through instagram!
↳papaya_girl: and I’ll have to hyphenate…I can’t have the same name as the cat from Harry Potter…
↳landonorris: oi! You muppet!
↳papaya_girl: 🤷♀️🤷♀️
↳papaya_girl: your muppet though?
↳landonorris: always
↳carlossainz55: you used to say that to me
↳papaya_girl: go away
oscarpiastri: congrats mate! WCC this year WDC next year?
↳landonorris: you know it!
↳papaya_girl: you win a WDC at or before Vegas and I’ll say yes the next time you ask
↳landonorris: YES. ABSOLUTELY. IF YOURE LYING TO ME ILL START CRYIGN
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𝓓RAWN TO 𝓨OU !
pairing : logan howlett x fem!reader warnings : reader has a cat mutation, fluff, hurt comfort, past traumas, shy!reader wc : 1.8k
logan’s first mistake was being nice to you.
you’d only been at the x-mansion for a couple of weeks, still getting used to the overwhelming energy of it all. after years of isolation and trauma, being thrown into a lively, bustling environment like this felt like stepping into a different world. you’d barely been able to keep up, senses overloaded with all the new faces, noises, and scents around you. everything was too much, too loud, and you felt like a stray cat caught in a storm.
it was one of those days when you were trying to find a quiet corner, somewhere to hide from the noise. the rec room was packed; laughter, conversations, the clatter of cutlery and plates filled the air, setting your nerves on edge. you sat in the corner, tail flicking anxiously, ears flattened against your head as you tried to drown out the chaos. you could feel your claws digging into your palms, a desperate attempt to ground yourself before you bolted.
but then you caught a familiar scent - woodsy, rugged, with a hint of cigar smoke. it cut through the haze like a lifeline, something steady to latch onto. you turned your head and saw him: logan, walking through the crowd with a beer in his hand, that permanent scowl etched onto his face.
you didn’t even think twice; you just got up and followed him.
he didn’t notice you right away. he was too busy glaring at the world, lost in his own thoughts as he made his way through the mansion. it wasn’t until he reached the stairs that he paused, glancing over his shoulder and finding you trailing behind him like a shadow.
“the hell’re you doin’?” he grumbled, eyes narrowing as he took in your anxious stance, the way your tail was flicking behind you, betraying your nerves.
you froze under his scrutiny, unsure how to explain it. a soft mewl escaped you, one you hadn’t meant to make, and his scowl deepened. but he didn’t tell you to go away. instead, he just let out a resigned huff, turning back around with a muttered, “fine, just... don’t get in my damn way.”
you stuck to his side after that.
logan found it annoying at first - he wasn’t exactly a people person, and having someone constantly following him around like a lost kitten was grating on his nerves. but no matter how many times he tried to shake you off, you’d always find your way back to him. it was like you had some kind of sixth sense for where he was in the mansion. if he was in the garage, you were there, perched on an old crate, watching him work on his bike with wide, curious eyes. if he was out back, smoking a cigar, you were sitting a few feet away, basking in the quiet comfort of his presence.
he didn’t get it.
“don’t you got somewhere else to be?” he’d grumble every now and then, but there was never any real heat behind it.
you’d just shake your head, a small, shy smile on your lips. “i like being here... with you.”
and maybe that was the turning point, the moment he stopped trying so hard to push you away. it wasn’t like you were causing trouble - you were quiet, easy to ignore when he wanted to be left alone, but always there when he needed an extra hand or just... someone to share the silence with.
the others noticed, of course.
“she’s like your little shadow, ain’t she?” rogue teased one day, leaning against the doorframe of the garage, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
logan just shrugged, wiping the grease off his hands. “she’s harmless,” he muttered, like that was enough of an explanation.
“she’s cute too.” rouge muttered under her breath, a smirk forming on her face. “hey, do you know why she’s even following you around in the first place?
“i got no fuckin’ clue. says she’s just drawn to me?”
the smile on her face grew tenfold, “oh logan...”
he shot her a confused look, her teasing eyes only twinkling more, a little snort that she seemed she couldn’t hold in forcing it’s way out.
things took a turn one night when you showed up outside his door, clutching a blanket to your chest, looking more skittish than usual. it was late, the mansion quiet except for the distant hum of the generator, and logan had been looking forward to some peace and quiet.
but then there you were, eyes wide and pleading, ears drooping like a scolded cat.
“what is it?” he asked, voice gruff, though there was a flicker of concern in his gaze.
you shifted on your feet, not meeting his eyes. “can i... stay here tonight?” you whispered, so soft he almost missed it. “i... i don’t want to be alone.”
logan stared at you for a moment, torn between his instinct to tell you to go back to your own room and the strange, unfamiliar urge to protect you. finally, he just let out a heavy sigh, stepping aside to let you in.
“fine,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “just for tonight.”
you nodded quickly, slipping past him and settling on the floor next to his bed, wrapping yourself in your blanket like a cocoon. he watched you for a moment, the way you curled in on yourself, small and vulnerable, before turning off the light and getting back into bed.
but it wasn’t just for one night.
you kept coming back, night after night, until your pillow and blanket became a permanent fixture in his room. logan didn’t say anything, just grunted in acknowledgment whenever you slipped in after dark, but he never turned you away.
“you know you could just take the bed,” he said one night, half-asleep, his voice a low rumble in the darkness.
you shook your head, though he could barely see it. “i’m fine here,” you whispered. “i don’t want to be a bother.”
logan just huffed, turning over, but he didn’t press the issue.
he didn’t realise how used to your presence he’d gotten until you weren’t there.
you’d gone on a mission with some of the others, promising him you’d be careful, but he couldn’t shake the bad feeling gnawing at his gut. he tried to distract himself, burying himself in his usual routines, but everything felt... off without you trailing after him.
when they brought you back, bruised and bloodied, something in him snapped.
“what the hell happened?” he growled, stalking over to where hank was tending to your injuries, his fists clenched at his sides.
“it was my fault, lo” you mumbled, not meeting his eyes. “i... i thought i could handle it.”
logan just shook his head, his anger simmering beneath the surface. “you’re not fuckin’ ready for this,” he muttered, more to himself than to you.
you flinched, your ears flattening against your skull, and he immediately regretted his harsh tone.
“dammit,” he sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. “i didn’t mean it like that. just... don’t scare me like that again, alright?”
you looked up at him, eyes wide and vulnerable, brimming with unshed tears, and he felt something tighten in his chest.
“i just... i feel safe with you,” you whispered through your watery expression, so soft he almost missed it.
logan’s expression softened, the anger draining from his face.
“yeah, well,” he muttered, looking away, “you are. safer, i mean.”
one night, as you were curled up next to him, your tail wrapped around his leg, you murmured something that made his breath hitch.
“i’ve never felt like this before... safe, i mean,” you whispered, your voice so quiet it was almost lost in the darkness.
logan went still, his heart pounding in his chest, but he didn’t pull away.
“yeah?” he asked, his voice rough, unsure of where this was going.
you nodded against his chest, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on his skin. “with you... it’s different. i don't feel like i have to look over my shoulder all the time. i’m not scared when i’m with you.”
he was silent for a moment, trying to process the weight of your words. the confession hung between you, fragile and tentative.
“you mean that?” he finally asked, voice gruff, his hands tightening around you just a bit.
“yeah,” you breathed out, turning to look up at him, eyes wide and honest. “you... you make me feel like i’m not alone anymore.”
logan swallowed hard, the raw vulnerability in your voice cutting right through him. he wasn’t good with words, never had been, but he knew he didn’t want to mess this up.
“that’s all i need,” you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, and logan felt something warm and unbreakable settle in his chest.
logan swallowed hard, the raw vulnerability in your voice cutting right through him. he wasn’t good with words, never had been, but he knew he didn’t want to mess this up.
“i don’t know what the hell i’m doin’,” he muttered, looking down at you, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “but i’ll stick around if that’s what you want. i’ll try... for you.”
you smiled softly, leaning into his touch, your heart pounding in your chest. you could see the uncertainty in his eyes, the way he was still holding back, afraid to take the next step. so, you did it for him. with a hesitant breath, you lifted your hand to his face, gently tracing the rough line of his jaw with your fingertips.
“logan…” you whispered, your voice barely audible. his eyes softened at the sound of his name, and for a moment, neither of you moved, the air between you charged with something unspoken.
slowly, he dipped his head, bringing his face closer to yours. you could feel the warmth of his breath, the way it hitched slightly, as if he was still unsure. but then his lips brushed against yours, soft and tentative, as if he was afraid of breaking you.
the kiss was gentle, almost shy, a stark contrast to the rough edges that usually defined him. his hands cupped your face so carefully, as if you were something precious and fragile, something he never wanted to lose. your eyes fluttered shut, a soft sigh escaping you as you leaned into him, feeling the warmth and tenderness he rarely showed to anyone else.
logan’s thumb brushed against your cheek, a silent question, asking if this was okay, if this was what you wanted. you answered by pressing closer, your lips moving against his in a slow, careful dance that spoke of trust, of finding solace in each other.
when he finally pulled back, it was only by a fraction, his forehead resting against yours, eyes still closed. he stayed like that for a moment, just holding you, as if he was afraid that letting go would mean losing this fragile connection.
“you’re somethin’ else, you know that?” he murmured, voice rough with emotion, his thumb still tracing gentle circles on your skin.
“maybe,” you whispered back, smiling softly, your eyes shining as you looked up at him. “but i think i found something special too.”
logan just held you tighter, his lips ghosting over yours once more, a silent promise that he wasn’t going anywhere.
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Eddie has a bad habit of picking at his skin when he's nervous. Not, like, shy nervous or stage fright nervous, but the real kind of nervous, not-sure-I’m-gonna-survive-this kind of nervous. Like while he was alone in the boat house, he'd shredded every one of his cuticles. That time Hopper caught him behind The Hawk, very obviously selling his wares, he'd bitten his lips bloody.
Tonight he's picking a scab off his knee. It's practically healed already, so it won't bleed, he just needs to feel something on his body come loose before he does.
“You good, dude?” Steve asks, so in tune to Eddie's nervous disposition. Such a good guy. What a friend.
Eddie lets his head hit his knee caps with a thunk.
“Yup.”
Steve snorts. “You don't look good. I mean… You know what I mean.”
He smiles, tilting his head to look at Steve, always happy to give him a hard time.
“Oh, absolutely. You think I look good, don't cha, Stevie?”
He gets a couch pillow to the face for that, but they're both laughing so he doesn't think he's crossed the line yet.
Yet, yet, yet.
“Seriously, what's up with you? You've been quiet. It makes me want to call the squad.”
“Har har,” Eddie mumbles, but he does uncurl himself, sitting back against the couch again. “I'm trying to work up the nerve to ask for advice but it's-” Christ, he doesn't even want to admit to being embarrassed, that's how embarrassed he is.
“It's what?” Steve asks, the picture of earnest encouragement. “You can talk to me about anything, man, we're, like, bonded in blood or whatever.”
“Right. Yeah. Except this has the potential to get real awkward, real quick, and I'm not sure we're at that level of friendship yet.”
“Well,” he drawls, “if you ask me whatever it is that's got you all flustered I'm sure that will level us up. Right?”
“I'm not flustered.” God damn his red fucking face. Steve just laughs at him. “It's just, I don't have anyone else to ask about this. Jonathan probably doesn't have this particular problem, cause he's got- Uh. Sorry.” Steve waves it away, so Eddie goes on. “The kids are too young and the band guys don't understand what we went through-”
“Eddie, just spit it out.”
“Fuck! Okay, fine! You asked for it.” He takes a giant breath, steels his spine and just says it. “The Trauma is affecting my ability to get laid and I don't know how to fix it. Every time I get close to it I freak out and have to bail.”
There. All out now.
He looks over at Steve, and it's so much worse than being laughed at or pitied. He just looks sad.
He shakes it off quickly, hair barely moving, Eddie notes. He finds Steve's hair routine both endearing and ridiculous.
“Yeah. Okay. That's super common, just so you know,” Steve assures him first. “Robin says it's all connected, your mind and your body, so trauma can, like, get trapped in weird places like that. I can't play baseball anymore. Cause the memory of beating demodogs to death.”
“As you do,” Eddie quips.
“Right. But your thing. Uh. Yeah, it took some time before I could relax enough to even attempt getting laid, let alone actually do it.”
“So?” Eddie drawls, waiting. “How did you get over it?”
Something is off. Steve's not known for being skiddish about sex, but his hesitation and his inability to look Eddie in the eye is setting off alarms.
“Hey, if this is too weird for you-”
“No, I'm good, it's fine. Just, I'm the only person you have to talk to about this, so I'm gonna try to be helpful but, uh,” he scratches at the back of his head awkwardly, “in all honesty, I haven't been laid since before Vecna either. Way before. So. Yeah. Not sure I should be giving out advice on anything.”
That's crazy. Like actually crazy. He can't even compute Steve Harrington not absolutely dripping in women. He must have some look on his face because Steve gives a dry sort of laugh, self deprecating, and leans back against the couch with him.
“Weren't you on a date with Brenda Mulligan the night- Vecna’s first attack?”
Steve shoots him a look. “Y- Yeah, but that didn't go anywhere. We weren't, like, compatible or whatever.”
Oh, yeah, it was weird that Eddie knew that at all, let alone remembered it nine months later. “That's too bad,” he replies lamely.
“Yep.”
He feels terrible for dragging down the whole night, it would've been better if he'd just kept his mouth shut. But that's never been his strong suit, as evidenced by him blurting out, “If the hottest guy in Hawkins can't find a suitable date, what fucking chance do I have.”
Steve snaps, “Don't say that. What the fuck?”
Great, now he's gone and made it weird. Good job calling your straight friend hot, you fuckin’ dipshit.
They sit in the awkward silence, out of things to say or out of useful things to say. Either way it's them breathing, the clock ticking, and the M.A.S.H. rerun playing softly in the background.
Steve clears his throat. “Whatever, let's get back to the point. You don't have to tell me if you don't want but…what do you think the specific reason is for your…issue?”
He thinks about it. Has been thinking about it, for a while now. “My dick still works, if that's what you're wondering.”
Steve chuckles, high and surprised. “Good for you.”
“Yeah. It's more like, I can't get out of my head. I start worrying about my scars, explaining them if someone asked. I think about how even though I don't want anything long-term, I wouldn't be able to do long-term anyway, because I'm a fucking mess. If it's really bad, I'll get flashes of Chrissy or Patrick's bones snapping, as a little soundtrack to the fun shit happening outside my head.”
Steve looks sad again. Maybe it is pity but it looks more turned inward, like he's dealing with his own shit more than Eddie’s.
“You hooking up with strangers then?”
Eddie blinks at Steve. “Well…duh. Right? Not like I have guys lined up around the block here in Hawkins.”
Steve is full blown scowling at the TV. It's weird.
“What if-”
Eddie waits but Steve doesn't finish his thought.
“What if…what?” He prompts, giving a little nudge with his foot.
He's still avoiding eye contact, not even turning his head to look in Eddie's direction.
In a soft voice, almost too quiet to hear, he says, “What if we helped each other out?”
He must've heard that wrong. Or he's misunderstanding.
“What?”
“What if we help each other out? Like, a mutually beneficial arrangement.”
That can't be right. No fucking way. It's a test. Like as soon as Eddie agrees, Steve yells ‘Aha! I knew you wanted to molest me! Goodbye forever!’ and runs out the door.
“What, exactly, do you mean? Like, what are you getting out of it?”
Steve finally looks over. “Well, I would think that was obvious. If you're willing.”
Eddie's legs are starting to go numb.
“Okay, so I blow you and you blow me, except when you're doing it I have to watch you take it like you're being force fed liver and onions at Grandma's house?”
Steve slowly shakes his head no.
“Oh, okay, so you're going to blow me and enjoy it,” he snaps sarcasticaly.
Steve nods once.
“You want to blow me?”
“Mmhmm,” he hums without moving a muscle.
“Since when!” Eddie brings his octave down from the upper atmosphere. “Since when, Harrington? This is insane behavior. Should I call the squad for you? I'm serious. I'll do it.”
“You don't have to say yes. I was just offering.” He says it like Eddie isn't one green flag away from stomping on the gas.
He starts nervously laughing, which makes Steve flinch unfortunately, but he can't stop.
“It's cool, just forget I said anything.” He moves like he's about to get up and leave, which is fucking insane because it's his living room. Eddie stops him with a tight grip around the bicep.
“Don't you dare. If you're even remotely serious, we have to have a much longer conversation. Sit.”
Steve drops like a sack of bricks. Which is…something.
“Right. First off, this is uncommon behavior in a straight friend. Is there something you'd like to tell me, so I don't think you've been body snatched?”
He pinches at the top of his nose, like Eddie is inconveniencing him greatly. Too bad.
“I'm probably bisexual.”
“Probably?” Eddie asks with a raised eyebrow.
“I'm an inexperienced bisexual,” he amends through clenched teeth.
“Good. Great. Happy to hear it.” His heart may explode from his torso à la Ridley Scott's Alien but sure. “Second on the agenda, what do you mean help each other out? What's on the table? Mutual handjobs and then we never talk about it again?”
“No,” Steve answers immediately. That's good. “I'm open to…whatever you're open to.”
“Steve.” He has to clear his throat. “You dont even know what you're agreeing to.”
“I trust you.”
Fuuuuuck.
“Okay, right, uh, let's circle back to that later. Third thing, what, uh, what is your level of commitment with this?”
He just stares at Eddie, all doe eyed. It shouldn't work, Eddie fucking invented that look. It's gotten him out of more scrapes than he can count. Now it's being used against him but to what end? Does Steve want to get bundled up in a blanket and tucked into bed? Because Eddie can make that happen for him.
“Whatever you want, I guess,” he finally says. “I mean, like I said earlier, friends who help each other out. Casual. I'm not interested in looking for Mrs Harrington anymore and you're having a problem relaxing around guys who don't understand what you went through.” He makes a gesture like ‘Ta da.’
He's not wrong. It makes sense. But…
“Fourth thing. Is this just an experiment for you? Cause I'm all for you exploring your sexuality but, historically speaking, friends are a bad place to start.” AKA ‘it will break my fucking heart if you decide you're not that into it and it's because it's me.’
“Eddie. Look.” He gets more comfortable, facing Eddie straight on finally. “What you're going to provide is practical knowledge on what has only been theoretical up to this point, but the theory has already been well established.” He taps his head. “Understand?”
A smug confidence melts Eddie into the couch. “You liiike me,” he sings. “You think about me naaaked. You wanna-”
Steve lands on him, lacking any elegance or grace, and nearly caves their skulls in with his Jay Garrick approach to kissing. Eddie doesn't say a fucking word. He does wonder at the fucking majesty that is making out sober. What a revelation. Steve keeps making these tiny, almost wounded noises, to the point where Eddie tries to back up and do a check in but Steve doesn't let him, he chases him down and latches back onto Eddie's bottom lip like he's Hannibal Lector. It's stupid hot.
Everything is going great until Steve lets out a sound that legitimately has Eddie worried he's upset about something.
He pulls back and asks, “Are you okay?”
“Oh fuck, I'm sorry. I just can't, I can't believe I got this fucking far. You're so hot I'm losing my fucking mind.”
“Me?” Eddie snaps. “Dude, you're out of your mind.” He pokes Steve in his meaty chest. “Literal. Prom. King.”
“Fucking stupid high school shit, are you kidding me?” He sits up, straddling Eddie's hips, which is boner enhancing to say the least; he's got Steve's thighs in his grasp immediately. “You don't get it, I'm gone on you. I've got it bad, man. I was playing it cool earlier-”
“At no point tonight were you in any way playing it cool.”
“-but, fuck it, guess I'm ruining it, cause I can't be cool about this. I don't want casual. I don't even want to date you,” and before Eddie can even worry about that, he says, “I wanna skip straight to boyfriends, man. I know you said you didn't want long term with anyone but-”
Eddie interrupts again, this time by pulling Steve back down horizontal and kissing him like he just bravely declared himself as all in.
If this is a pod-person, well, that's a problem for Tomorrow Eddie. Tonight Eddie just landed Steve Harrington as a boyfriend.
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If I say that I'm not used to people misinterpreting my favorite characters, I'd be lying. But the way they get so many things wrong about Inho's character is kinda pissing me off because you KNOW that most of them do it to cancel out the possibility of InHun being *something* more than what's shown so far. You don't ship them, that's fair, frankly I don't care. Everyone's entitled to their own opinion UNTIL your opinion is wrong.
Let's talk about a couple of things I've seen being talked about on tiktok (🙄)
“Inho joined the games because ilnam said that it'd basically be more fun to play than to watch so he followed his example." loud incorrect buzzer ! Inho has joined the games before, and not only that, he's also a previous winner, so therefore he's very much aware of what it's like to be a part of it, he's experienced them first hand, just like he's experienced the atrocities of it. they've changed him for the worst and possibly caused him a huge trauma —they're the reason he's lost faith in humanity after all— so, why would he crave to relive it just for the thrill of it? i, personally doubt he even enjoys watching the game.
“Inho didn't look at Gihun with love, he likes to watch him suffer” Short answer is no. He doesn't like to watch him suffer, neither he looked at him with love, not the pure kind of love at least. Two things can be true at once. Inho spent half the season staring at Gihun because everything about the man intrigued him; His determination, his stubbornness, his kindness, his hope, his heart that's full of love despite the pain he suffered, even the pain in his eyes every time someone got eliminated in front of him as if it was the first time it had happened, as if the cruelty of it all surprised him every damn time. How can someone, who's been through the same things Inho has been through, be the polar opposite of him?
now, the reason(s) that I think Inho actually joined the games for..
(yes I am an Inhun shipper, does that make my opinion a little biased? maybe. do i still believe I'm right? absofuckinglutely.)
Let me clarify this: Inho is NOT a good man, no matter the redemption arc he might get in s3, he'll continue to be a terrible person because nothing will ever erase the blood he's spilled and the evil men he's worked for. BUT at the same time, he's not ALL bad, not like the VIPS and ilnam. See, Inhun are the average "yin-yang" trope in fictional romance, (which I eat up every time and I find it very interesting when it's done the right way, don't get me wrong) Inho is bad but there's some goodness somewhere deep inside him. And the only person who's brought it to the surface is Gihun. Sure, he does think Gihun is naive, but he's also the only person who's actually challenged him, who's "forced" him to get his stupid head out of the dirt and look around him, even for a short while and Inho definitely liked what he saw. Honestly, it wasn't even that hard for Gihun to do so because the goodness in Inho wanted and waited for someone to pull him out of the dirt, he wished for someone, something to give him hope for humanity or.. anything. Anything that'll help him escape from his misery.
You can definitely argue that he joined the games to befriend Gihun, to gain his trust and stop his plans when the time comes, which is half true. But keep in mind that he needed to justify his choice to join the games. He's not a VIP nor the mastermind to simply get to do that without consequences. He's the frontman, the one who controls and manages everything. He's needed for the games to work and go by smoothly and successfully without unnecessary losses and problems. Gihun would only cause problems, Inho knew that very well and yet he chose to put him in it once again. He recklessly made that choice, risking pretty much everything because of his inner conflict. A part of him wanted Gihun to prove himself to him, that there's indeed good that'll save the world and the rest of him wanted to prove to Gihun that everything he so strongly believes in is merely a fantasy.
Joining the games and befriending Gihun was the only way for Inho to see the real him, without the heroic mask he puts on every time he faces the frontman. I think he believed that someone as extraordinary as Gihun will either break in front of him and he will end up disappointed by the human kind once again, or Gihun will change everything about the way he thinks for the better. But the problem is that Inho hopes for both of those things at the same time.
And that was Inho's arc in season 2. His inner conflict and how it will affect him, the game and Gihun later on.
#i hope this makes sense#english is not my first language so i apologize for any grammatic errors#anyway I'd love to hear your thoughts as well just be nice#inhun#squid game#squid game 2#457#player 456#player 001#frontman#hwang in ho#gihun x inho#in ho x gi hun
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Note: back with our favorite boo, Terry. It's my birthday, but I guess I can gift y'all with something lol! ❤️
Helpful Neighbors. | Aaron Pierre.
Toxic!Neighbor Terry Richmond x Black!Female Reader.
Warnings: MNDI!! this story is 18+ with depictions but not limited to; sexual content ( penetrat!on. toy play, water sports), extreme language (cursing, use of b-word and others.) slight daddy kink if you squint.
Summary: You confront your noisy neighbor about his loud late night company, he allows you to retaliate.
you fucking nasty,
first you cum and then you wipe it on my ass cheeks.
There wasn't much that you knew about your neighbor Terry. You knew he was generally friendly, you bringing him a small housewarming gift of a bath and bodywork's candle when he'd first moved in months prior. You knew he was a vet based on the marines sticker on the bumper of his pick up. You knew he was active, you often seen him heading out for camping trips, often seeing him in the apartments shared gym area when you'd take time out of your busy schedule to get a short work out in. You knew he was gorgeous, anybody could attest to that.
And he was loud. Very fucking loud.
And if you didn't know anything else, you knew that for sure.
The noise varied. Most nights he was particularly quiet, you wouldn't even have noticed anybody lived there if you hadn't seen him before. But some nights, he was a little loud. Metal music from an 80's band bled through the apartment walls, straight into your bedroom, you actually didn't mind it—being an exhausted charge nurse, the metal music did something for you, calming you in a strange way. Him seemingly fixing something, sometimes in the latest hours, drilling, hammering.
But it wasn't any of that. There wasn't any metal music. But he was sure drilling or hammering somebody. And she was extensively louder than anything you'd heard from Terry's apartment. You had to quickly grab your remote, muting your comfort show on your television to make sure she wasn't screaming blood murder.
It wasn't bloody murder, but she was screaming alright. You sighed, it was your first off day in two weeks of working straight in the trauma unit of the local hospital. It'd been a viscous stomach bug going around, and with the big panic from the prior pandemic, the hospital wasn't risking another one slipping up—so work was rough, and long.
But maybe you were bitter? It'd been way too long since you'd properly got your rocks off—not anything involving your beloved rose. So maybe you were just a bit bitter that at least somebody was getting theirs. Good for him! Just not on tonight. Not this night. You'd planned to crawl in bed, eat the most unhealthiest snacks in your cabinet and watch your comfort show, and maybe weep the prior two weeks out onto your pillow, you deserved a good cry after all, girl.
You sighed heavily, placing the pillow over your head letting out a groan. You'd definitely have to catch him in the morning and talk about this, cause this was outrageous.
Maybe sleep was out of the equation, but you'd definitely moved on to weeping.
The morning sprung and you jumped into action. Due to working 7AM to 7PM, you left out for work around the same time as a Terry did his morning runs. 6AM.
You woke up at 5:30 on a mission, brushing your teeth and doing your skincare and putting on your biggest t-shirt, sweatpants to match, oh you meant business.
You caught him as soon as he'd left his door, jogging the opposite way of your apartment toward the elevators before you called out to him. He turned confused at first until he noticed you, giving a lazy morning smile as he did. Black compression shirt, with the pair of black basketball shorts to match. He had no business being so damn fine. But you weren't deterred by that, last night was fucking atrocious.
"Goodmornin', beautiful," he smoothly recited like he did every morning. He was just nice like that. He said it every morning without fail, he always found something to compliment you on. New color of scrubs, how you decided to get your hair, even sweeter when he sees you out of your deliciously fitting scrubs.
"Good morning Terry," you smiled weakly, "I don't mean to disturb your routine, but can we talk for a minute?" You uneasily shifted your weight. You weren't good with confrontation, it just wasn't in your nature, but you didn't play about your sleep.
He nodded and you walked inside still holding the door open for him to signal him to follow you. He did, his smile faltering a bit once he came inside, you could tell he was confused a little thrown off.
You closed the door behind y'all, moving into your large kitchen area to pour yourself a mug of coffee. "Want some?" You politely asked him to which he politely rejected holding up his thermal water bottle.
You added your usual fixings to your coffee, taking a cautious sip, cradling your mug in your hand before you continued. "I don't mean to be confrontational when I say this," you walked around him heading into the living area, plopping on your newly purchased gray plush sectional, " but you were very ...loud last night." You chose your words, nicely.
He featured you a puzzling look, his finger gesturing to the comfortable chair adjacent to you, "of course." You quickly obliged before he took a seat, uneasily continuing. "Your lady...company, I meant." Sex talk wasn't your thing. Sex was sacred to talk about for you—and you didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable at all.
"Oh shit," he softly cursed, his expression filled with slight concern, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize we were bein' so loud, I hope we ain't keep you up."
"Oh, it's not a big deal," you quickly intercepted not wanting him to feel any type of way, "it's just my first day off in a couple of weeks so I just wanted to wind down with some quiet time and you guys were very...vocal," you chuckled to diffuse the awkwardness of the conversation, to which he added a light chuckle of his own, "at least somebodies getting their rocks off around here." You said jokingly before taking a sip of coffee. You hoped that didn't sound suggestive.
A short moment of silence followed your statement before you recognized Terry's eyes locked on something behind you for responding, "I see I ain't the only one gettin' mine," you furrowed your brows slowly turning your attention to where he was previously locked on. Your rose, sitting cleaned and comfortably on your end table.
You really had to learn to start putting shit back. 
Or maybe not.
Somehow you found yourself on your back, pinned to the couch, Terry folding you up in missionary, knees to your chest, rose to your clit as he gave you long, deep, torturing strokes. You couldn't even remember the quick and somehow satisfying foreplay you'd taken to get here—and you didn't even care anymore. You could feel the fat tip of his dick kissing your cervix, and as if you weren't loud enough, you got louder. How ironic? You could barely hear yourself think, or were you thinking at all?
"Mhm," he hummed, his face composed, nothing but his teeth lightly sunken into his bottom teeth as he drilled you in, finger tips of his thumb and pointer finger giving your right nipple light squeezes and tugs, he kept his eyes on you, even when they rolled back, quickly turning up the vibrator, "look at you, mama. Why you bein' so vocal? Why you bein' so fuckin' loud, baby?" He taunted.
"My god, Terry," you whined, breathless, he kept up, dick hitting that spot that made your toes curl. How was he so good at this shit? You understood her completely. It wasn't atrocious at all. Very understandable. Very justified.
"Yeah, baby?" He quirked his brow up, his own soft groans almost mocking yours. "You want her to hear you? She still next door, wake her ass up mama. She kept you up all night didn't she?" He asked tearing his fingers away from your nipples to slap firmly against your cheek prompting an answer from you.
"Yessss," you slurred out, throat raw from moaning and groaning. You'd say yes to anything he asked you in this moment. You'd adopt six German kids and live on a farm with him if he requested you to do so in this moment, the world was his oyster. He was digging you out so good, so deliciously good. He was getting more than your rocks off and you knew that when the pressure in the pit of your tummy came weighing down on your bladder. "Ooouuu fuck! Fuck I'm gonna—"
"Yeah," he chuckled, evil all evident in his tone, all in his smile as he glanced down to the mess unfolding between y'all, "wet this dick up baby, I feel that shit." He groaned, eyes zoning in on the creamy ring you were leaving around him. "Wet me up, and you better wake her ass up when you do."
"Cumming!" You abruptly announced nearly cutting him off from his lewd rant, the sounds of your own arousal clashing with his dick sent you tumbling over the edge, clear juices spurting out of you with so much force it ejected him out as well. It only prompted a more lazy laugh out of him, shaking the suction of the rose on your clit even faster. Trembling underneath him, your breath hitched in your throat as he sent you into complete overdrive, your voice was hoarse once a moan came tumbling out of you loud and broken. Why did you cum so hard from knowing that she was next door, possibly hearing you get your nut off with him?
"I like that shit, mama," he mumbled to you, turning the rose off slapping his free hand down on your clit, watching your body jerk in response. He said nothing dipping his body down momentarily to give your soft, sensitive nub three sloppy, mind numbing sucks. He was so loud and lewd with it, smacks loud, tongue slurping loudly. You were too turned on, too sensitive, but too fucked out to even object given how sensitive you were. He stood up on his knee once again, other floor planted flat on the ground. "Sticking up so pretty f'me and shit," he hummed, "put that ass in the air, I'm finna give her some more."
You whined, you were too tired to move. If this was sex? What the fuck were you having before? And he seemed to insatiable, how was he asking you for more when you already so tattered from your last orgasm?
"Can't," you weakly managed to get out.
He took the initiative to help you, his hands firmly grasping your hips and flipping you over roughly, bringing your hips up into the air, spreading out so nicely for him. He moaned in response, looking at how both your holes seemed to open for him. He slapped his massive hand against your ass cheek, the loud sound seemingly filling your quiet apartment, a high wince following behind it, his dick twitching at the recoil. "You gon be a good girl for daddy and hold this shit on your clit while I take care of you back here?" He asked you the dominating reference only furthering the throbbing in your pussy, one hand softly kneading the sting out from his slap. You could hear the quiet buzzing from behind you, head nodding eagerly as your hand reached from under you, making grabby motions for the toy.
Once it was in your possession, you placed it where he asked you, body lightly trembling since your clit hadn't had a moment long enough without stimulation. Both his large hands had been planted on your ass cheeks, spreading you apart for him. He groaned in response, spitting down onto your second hole winking for him so sweetly, you moaned in response to his lewd action. "Fuck yeah," he muttered sending another lighter slap to your ass. No further words were spoken as he grabbed his girthy member in his hands, fat tip rubbing softly against your slit before he stretched you open once again around him.
A loud whine erupted from you as soon as you felt him sliding into you, stretching you, the light sting providing the perfect pain to compliment the pleasure of him literally stuffing you. It was mind numbing for him, feeling you stretch and clench around him so perfectly, gummy, wet walls feeling so warm and snug around him. "Pussy so fuckin' good," he muttered not sure to who, you or him.
His strokes had already started off staggering; hard and deep. Pelvis slamming into your ass with loud, rippling sounds through your apartment, the force literally nudging your couch across the floor. You couldn't care about the scratches you knew were now engrained in your hardwood flooring, everything was so good. Too good.
"Fuckkkk!" You slurred out, eyes fluttering closed, face pressed against the plush cushions beneath you. Brainless wasn't the word for you. You were hyper focused on the pleasure you were receiving, the vibrations from the toy, Terry's back breaking strokes, and the sounds of your arousal around him didn't help the diagnosis. Your free hand held onto the top of the couch for a sense of stability. "Why—why you fuckin' me like this?!" You stammered out through a moan, voice hoarse and broken.
"What you mean, mama?" He asked through a groan, sending another rough slap to your ass. "You such a good girl, you deserve this dick. Workin' all hard and shit, always lookin' so fuckin' good." He grunted, working himself inside of you. Thumb tracing your asshole teasingly. "You deserve some good dick, baby."
The praise only heightened your moans, encouraging you to slam your ass back on him until you felt your own orgasm once again lurking around the corner.
"Show the fuck out, then, baby," he said breathlessly, stilling his own movements as he watched as you fucked yourself on his dick, ass slamming back onto his pelvis with dizzying recoil.
"Shiiiit! I'm finna cummmm!" You moaned out, your movements only increasing in pace, using him for your own pleasure now. And he ate that shit up.
"That's right, get that nut mama. Get yo' shit, fuck me," he affirmed through a series of groans accentuating your own, "fuck, I feel all that shit. Nasty ass bitch, get that nut." His dirty words filling your ears as you released around him, halting your movements. Squirting for the second time, the orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks literally. This one cramped your muscles as it temporarily paralyzed you, huge steaks of pleasure coursing through you. Terry didn't give you a moment to recover, his own climax brewing in the background. He resumed his strokes as if he never stopped, powerful, fast and hard. The rose clobbered to the floor with a hard thud, still buzzing away as your body flattened into the couch, Terry using his upper body strength to drop dick in you.
"You runnin?" He asked breathlessly through a series of overstimulating strokes to your pussy. "Why you runnin? Daddy, let you get yours right? Let daddy get his." He hummed to you.
You couldn't tell him you were overstimulated. Could you talk at all? Were you even breathing? What the fuck even was this?
"Dick got you goin' stupid, look at you," he groaned, dick hitting that spot again, and again. You came again, with announcement. You hadn't even known you were that close again. "Fuck, you keep cummin' on my dick."
Your voice came back to you in little squeals, nodding in agreement to his last statement.
"Pussy so good—I'm finna nut baby," his voice rushed and panicked as he kept up his strokes, "fuck I'm finna nut—shit!" He hurriedly pulled out of you, groans and grunts spilling from him earnestly as warm, ropes of cum painted your ass.
That was so unreal.
You focused on steadying yourself as you heard Terrys whispered curses behind you. It wasn't long before you heard his lazy chuckle, soft lips kissing down your spine causing a small chill to sneak through you. "You good?"
"Yes? I dunno," you answered bleakly, voice rasped out. Terry laughed gently, hands rubbing some warmth into your thighs and midsection.
"You enjoyed yourself?" He asked softly, kissing up to your neck, and shoulder tenderly. You nodded eagerly to his question, earning another chuckle for him. He sounded so good. "I'm glad, where towels at pretty girl. Lemme clean you up."
"Bathroom closet," you jammed your finger in the direction of the closet. You were halfway into a slumber when Terry came back with a warm towel, cleaning you up gently.
You knew for a fact it was gonna be a lot of noise coming from the both of your apartments.
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still don't have a tag list together but I hope y'all enjoyed another toxic Terry fic 🫡 my favorite Terry after all! Happy Friday! 💗
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