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hello! hope youâre okay after the ending, honestly I donât think any of us are.
I wanted to request a rafe x pogue reader where itâs that boat storm scene and instead of Sarah falling itâs reader and sheâs just drowning and Rafe jumps in after her. He doesnât know why he did it but he just has a soft spot for her and itâs just really angsty but also cute.
thanks! I love your account btw!
In The Sea
Summery: the anon
Words: 2.5k
Warnings: grammar mistakes
A\N: thank you to everyone who has been requesting it makes me very happy xxx
You stand at the edge of the deck, clutching the railing as the boat rocks, waves rolling against the hull. The salty breeze whips your hair around your face, and the peaceful ocean sounds made you think about the current situation.
You didn't expect Rafe to save you and your friends from being arrested, much less expect him to find a boat big and resistant enough to drive you all to Morocco Africa to find the blue crown. It was truly a surprise considering you and Rafe's history.
âSo what? Are we just on our way to Africa now?â Kiara asked the group as if she couldn't believe that Rafe Cameron was willingly helping them.
âQuick little weekend trip?â She added to her previous sentence.
âWhat about Rafe? We know what he did to the cross and now we want to go after the crown with him?â You and the rest of the pogue's lips go into a thin line at the memory.
âSarah, you're his family, how do deal with himâ John B said, finding no other options.
âI don't- I don't know, I think maybe y/n might have a chance of convincing him to behave but..â she shrugged and you felt the stares of your friends burn holes through you. Your past relationship with him was a secret to nobody.
âWe- we just have to talk to him, or at least tryâ You proposed earning a frown from JJ.
âTalk to Rafe? When has he ever just communicated with us?âÂ
âTalking to him is the only option we have, but you're definitely not talking with him,â John B said and as expected everyone nodded and hummed, agreeing. JJ was in no place to talk with Rafe.
âWhy not? What did I do?â He asked, getting almost frustrated.
âWe all know you and him are far from being civil, the last thing we need is you triggering him and causing troubleâ His girlfriend, Kiara, tried to explain the easiest way but he still got defensive. After a couple of bickering from JJ and John b You finally decide to go speak with him, who was driving the boat not too far away from the deck.
âHey,â You knock on the metal and rusted door before entering and walking up to him. His eyes catch yours and there's a tension between the two of you. But Rafe only tilts his head to acknowledge you.
You swallow, feeling the weight of his stare. "We just want to talk," you say, steadying your voice as the rest of your friends beside JJ follow behind you.
âAll right let's talkâ Rafe chuckles, and itâs low, almost a whisper.Â
Your mind goes almost blank as you take him in, you haven't been this close since you were forced in the same room by Sighs men last year. You had almost forgotten how much you missed him.
âYou guys be cool I'll be coolâ His voice snapped you out of your daydream, realizing you had missed a bit of the conversation.
âSo now you want peace?â Pope leaned back and scoffed, not believing a word that came out of his mouth.
âI just saved all your asses, how about a thank you?â He glanced at all of you one by one, but he only earned silence,
âListen I don't want any part of your little fairytale treasure hunt bullshit, I'm just looking for Groffâ Heâs breathing heavily, holding himself back from adding more snark,
âHey, Rafe!â Before anyone can react, JJâs fist flies through the air, cracking against Rafeâs jaw with a force that echoes.
Rafeâs head snaps back, his expression stunned for a split second before he crumples, hitting the hard metal floor. For a moment, everyone is frantic, staring at the lifeless form sprawled across the floor, his eyes closed, completely knocked out.
âholy shitâ
âJesus JJ what's your problemâ
âWhoo that felt goodâ Tired of JJ's crazy actions the girls walk away shaking their heads in disbelief until you are the only one staying behind.
JJ stands over him, breathing heavily, the adrenaline still pulsing through him as he looks down at Rafe. His fist is red, already bruising, but he doesnât seem to care.
âWhat is wrong with you?â You look at him, feeling a rush of shock mixed with panic. You fall to your knees next to Rafe and quickly look over his injuries, softly rubbing your thumb on his jaw. Â âIf he didn't do it I was going to do itâ Pope added only worsening the situation. You shook your head and furrowed your eyebrows at his sentence.
After the pogues agreed it was probably not a good idea to let Rafe free in case he woke up and decided to shoot you all with his âpeacemakerâ you tied him up in a small cabin. His head hung low, his wrists were bound to a stainless steel pole and his legs were uncomfortably folded beneath him. Your heart clenched at the sight of him but still decided to leave him there until he woke up.
You open the door to the cabin slowly with a tray of warmed-up canned spaghetti in hand, it wasn't the best but it was all the boat had.
âI brought you food..â You whispered before bending down to place the tray in front of him.
âgreatâ he sighed.
âI found aspirin in the medicine cabinet, I figured you'd have a headache, maybe even a concussionâÂ
âRight⌠are you gonna throw it in my mouth like a seal or somethingâ He scoffed again clearly angered,
âThey don't trust you Rafe⌠but if you do the right thing maybe they will open up a little bitâ
âI am doing the right thing! I helped youâ He tried pulling against the restraints but failed.Â
âI know okay? I know but unfortunately, I don't have a choice but to let you in here until we get there, I'm sorryâ you whispered and pushed the tray closer to him. âPlease eat,â You said and left closing the large door behind you.
For a moment you stayed behind the door listening closely. âY/N come back!â he grunts and kicks his feet on the ground. âFucking untie me please!!â he screamed and you jumped when you heard the tray you had just put down on the floor fly into the wall.
Pope leaning over the side, is the first to spot the flicker of movement beneath the water. "Guys! I see one!" exclaims, his voice a mixture of excitement and focus. He scrambles for the fishing rod, almost knocking over the tackle box in his rush.
John B is right beside him, laughing. âWe've got our dinner!" he laughs.
âGuys, this oneâs huge!â Kie giggles with the boys knowing we were all set for dinner time tonight.
You all spent the rest of the day cooking the fish you caught and preparing side dishes with some good music in the background.
Until it was time for Rafa's second meal.
You open the door carefully and his eyes catch yours, this time you don't speak, simply set the tray of seasoned salmon down in front of him.
Has you were about to close the door you hear him.
âWait, y/n. Can you please- can you give me the forkâ his tone is much softer than before so you can't deny him.Â
You get down and pick up the utensil his bound hands couldnât reach.
âThank youâ He murmured, and you barely heard him as you closed the door behind you once again.
The sky darkens ominously as thunder rumbles in the distance, low and threatening. Waves crash harder against the hull of the boat, tossing it with a force that leaves you gripping onto anything within reach. The storm monitor flashes red to show the storm coming ahead of you.
âThat's not good,â John B says.
âWe're gonna have to try to blast through it,â Pope says, not finding any better options.
âWhy can't we go south?â Kie asks genuinely.
âThe current is gonna be against us we don't have a choiceâ John B agreed even after trying to find safer options, the boat's roar has Pope push the lever controlling the engine to the max.Â
The waves make the boat shift side to side making it difficult to stay up and steady.
Another massive wave crashes over the side, drenching them all, and you lose your footing, sliding across the deck until Kie grabs your arm, pulling you back.
âHold on to somethingâ Kie yells at you pope and Sarah and you all grip onto the nearest thing.
âHey!â a distant voice echoes through the walls.
âCut me loose! Y/N! Somebody!â Rafe screamed and banged his fists on the wall.
âGet me out of here!â Everyone listens but doesn't move a finger.
âWe have to let him outâ You scramble to your feet but jerk back when Cleo grabs your wrist.
âNo!â she says trying to stop you but you pulled back.
âHe's gonna drownâ You pull open rapidly the drawers trying to find something sharp, able to cut the thick ropes wrapped around Rafe's hands.
The storm is relentless, its fury tossing you around like a rag doll as you try to reach him. Â
You cling to the railing, struggling to stay upright as the boat lurches violently, nearly sending you sprawling across the floor. Your legs buckle under you. You come crashing through the door and walk onto the water-soaked floor knife in hand.
âCut me looseâ he begs.
Crouching in front of him you began frantically cutting the rope. Your muscles burn with how much pressure you're using.
âShit,â You say when a sudden jerk of the boat makes your face come inches apart from his, lips almost touching. You don't have time to think as you regain your balance and continue cutting the bounds.
âThere! Come onâ you yelled and quickly grasped his hands to pull him up from the floor.
You both run to shelter but the boat jerks side to side even more violently,
âSomething is wrong I have to go see!âÂ
âNo!â Rafe tried holding on to you but you were already rushing away onto the deck where waves came crashing, a massive wave rose out of the dark, towering over the boat like a shadow.
You barely had time to think before it crashed down, an icy, unforgiving wall of water that slammed into you with the force of a sledgehammer. The impact was too strong and you were thrown backward, landing hard on the deck. Pain explodes through your shoulder, the wind knocks from your lungs. Dazed and gasping, you try to get up, but the boat tips again, and before you can stand, another wave strikes.
This one is worse, merciless, catching you just as you struggle to rise. Your fingers graze the edge of the railing, but the slick metal slips through your grasp. In an instant, the world spins as you are thrown away from the boat, the cold, raging ocean swallowing you whole.
The water is a shock, freezing and chaotic, disorienting you as you plunge beneath the surface. You thrash, fighting to reach the surface, lungs burning, but the waves toss you back and forth, each effort to rise met with another rush of icy water.
Back on the boat, Rafe catches a glimpse of you disappearing over the side, and his heart stops. âY/N!â he screams, panic cutting through the storm. Without a second thought, he scrambles to the railing, nearly slipping himself as he peers out into the dark, searching for any sign of you.
âWhere is she!â Sarah came rushing to her brother
âShe fell overboardâ he yells already reaching for a rope with the floating boyee. Heâs soaked, exhausted, and barely steady, but thereâs no hesitation as he jumps in after you.
âRafe no!â She screams after her brother.
A wave slams into Rafe. âY/N!!â he yells in the water as he sees you trying to stay above the water far away.
With the last of your strength, You swim faster and harder towards Rafe and reach out when you're near, fingers brushing his arm, grasping it tight. Rafe holds you with everything he has.
âI got youâ But you don't hear him in the storm.
You both hold on to each other your arms around his neck and his around your waist as the boat floats away and the night turns into a void.
âHey, open your eyes, look at meâ You feel gentle hands grasping on your face as you finally sit up coughing out the water that filled your lungs.
âThat's itâ The hands rub your back in a comforting way.
The sand is hot beneath you, warming up your skin, and with exhaustion, you fall onto Rafe's chest.
âHey you okay?â panicked, he grabs onto your shoulder and pushes you a little bit to take a good look at your face.
âYou jumped after me,â you whispered.
âOf course I didâ You look up at him, heart pounding, feeling a rush of gratitude, fear, and something deeperâsomething thatâs been smouldering beneath the surface, unspoken, for far too long. Your eyes shine with tears, not sad and not happy either but grateful.Â
His hand reaches up, brushing a strand of wet hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your skin. His touch is warm, and grounding, and you feel your heart racing even faster under his gaze, intense and unreadable, like heâs seeing you for the first time.
Without another thought, you lean in, closing the space between the two of you as you press your lips to his, a spark igniting into a wildfire the moment you connect. Rafeâs surprise melts away instantly, and he kisses back, fierce and unrestrained, his hands finding your waist.
The kiss is charged, fueled by adrenaline, and a longing that neither of you can deny any longer. Your hands find his shoulders, clinging to him, grounding you in his warmth, his strength, the feel of his heartbeat thundering beneath your touch.Â
Rafeâs fingers trail up your back, sending shivers along your spine, and his lips move against yours with an urgency that speaks of everything left unspoken.
When you finally pull apart, breathless, Rafeâs forehead rests against yours, his eyes searching yours as he lets out a shaky laugh, almost in disbelief.
âYou saved my lifeâ you smile, brushing a thumb over his cheek, still feeling the warmth of his kiss lingering on your lips. âI love you, I've always loved youâ you whisper, and before you know it, you're kissing again, the ocean waves crashing nearby, the world forgotten as you lose yourselves in each other.
âI never stopped loving you,â he whispered.
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Hiya!! đđźđ How's it going? Your fashion taste for Zuko in a Modern AU seems to be artsy, or maybe "formal" is the word. That shirt he wore when he gave Sokka romantic song advice looked Versaceđ§. Anyway, I was wondering how you came up with it, he always struck me more as the type that didn´t care much about fashion, so I'm curious about other´s opinions and heacanons about it. And do you have any other fashion headcanons for the rest of the GAang? Also, their music tastes. How did you come up with them? Especially Katara's! đ
Hello! As it happens, I have a lot of Thoughts and Feelings⢠about this, so I'm leaving these over here, and the rest of my ramblings down below the cut!
Let us begin with the Gaang, shall we?
SUKI always struck me as that Pretty Girl from the Gym. She is so incredibly fit it isn't even funny. She could kick anyone's ass, and we'd all thank her. She has this casual gym style that somehow always looks glorious on her, as it should! Comfy yet fashionable clothes for a nice workout or a day in town.
Her music tastes are basically any and all power songs from the eighties and nineties. (Eye of the Tiger, anyone?) She also enjoys metal via Toph, and bands like BSB, NSYNC, or Boyz II Men with Katara. My girl has a very eclectic Playlist and we all love her for it.
SOKKA is That Guyâ˘. Loose T-shirts and shorts everywhere he goes, no matter the weather. He's stupidly into fashion but it doesn't show! At all! And everyone teases him about it. His closet is about 90% Cactus Juice merchandise, hence the "it's the quenchiest!" shirt.
His fashion and music tastes are pretty much the same. He loves poetry but isn't really into lyrics. He'll misinterpret just about anything you place in front of him. His Playlist is mostly vibes and tiktok songs he kind of enjoys. He isn't really into music...at least not as much as his sister.
AANG owns exactly one hoodie, one pair of shorts, and one beanie (THE beanie). Oh, and the crocsâdon't forget the crocs. Somehow, he's always wearing the exact same outfit. Every. Single. Day. Ancient Gaang lore suggests that the day Aang goes out without his beanie, it's the end of the world.
His Playlist is the poppiest, most bizarre thing ever. Every single song is Happy by Pharrell Williams levels of happy. Yet sometimes, among the bouncy dance-to songs, you'll find the strangest of things... (He does know what Good Day by Twenty One Pilots is about. That's the reason he likes it so much, actually. And it's so weird.)
KATARA is all about sundresses and loose pants. The epitome of comfortable loveliness. Light fabrics in blue shades, careful embroidery, delicate shoes, and little to no accessoriesâhers is a simple, yet quite adorable, style. She just needs to add more colors to her usual palette...
She is, first and foremost, a Florence + The Machine girl. It's the Dark Goddess of the Sea vibes, to be honest. Florence Welch is her idol and yes, she will fight you about lyrics interpretation, and win. It may not seem like it, but her music tastes are also very varied.
She draws a little from each member of the Gaang, so you'll hear her humming along to Gorillaz (where did you even find out about them, Aang?), The Weeknd (I...don't think this song means what you think it means, Sokka...), and Hozier (Zuko why did you dedicate Talk to me, Zuko WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY THAT).
TOPH...ah, lovely girl. I'll summarise everything about Tophâs fashion sense in two words: comfort and rebellion. Stuffy dresses forced on her by billionaire parents? No thank you! Give her tank tops with loose shirts and short pants. Bandaids shared with Aang, bracelets from Katara, and even piercings she got in tandem with Sokka. Shoes? What even is that?
Something I love about this fandom is our collective agreement that Toph is into the dirtiest, heaviest, most ear-splitting and soul-crushing death metal of all times. Her Playlist is full of the most obscure names to ever exist, and she can and will blast through your walls with the sheer volume of her speaker.
Zuko. ZUKO.
Even in a modern AU my boy must suffer. That being said, I envision Tales from the Couch asâwell, exactly what it is: an ATLA modern AU. While there is not a war to fight, and a lot of plot lines are discarded or expanded upon, much about the core story remains the same.
This is my way of saying that Zuko still goes trough his redemption arc, and it reflects on his fashion choices.
The way you described it works perfectly because of one single reason: in this AU, Zuko is an artist. He had to suppress his love for writing and drawing because of his background and the expectations Ozai had for him (taking over the family company), and a very large part of his redemption arc directly affects his relationship with art.
In the Couch equivalent of S1, Zuko has fallen out of Ozai's graces, and is desperate to protect his place in the company and the Kasai household. He's pretending to be someone he isn't and trying to live up to his Father's image of a perfect heir while still being somewhat cut-off financially, and it shows.
He's all about imposing long coats and a semi-formal style, imitating what he knows Azula and Father would respect. He's striking and sharp and dark. But no matter how he dresses or carries himself (that air of cold superiority and arrogance)âit won't help him when he needs it the most.
In S2, Zuko has hit his lowest point. He's officially disinherited and tossed away by his father, and would be out in the streets if it wasn't for Uncle Iroh. He goes from sharp, high-tailored outfits to old second-hand clothes that hang loosely on his frame. He starts smoking and cuts his hair off, forgoing the undercut for the first time in years.
But then...Father accepts him back. When Zuko returns home, it's with respect to his name and a very high position in his father's company. He's finally the perfect Kasai heir, dressed in overly expensive suits and finery, even at home... But Father forbids him from wearing Lu Ten's earring, and Zuko can no longer recognize himself without the familiar glint of gold dancing on his peripheral vision.
When Zuko leaves the Kasai name behind him and goes back to living with Uncle Iroh...he's finally at peace with who he is, and what he wants in this life. The sharp edges aren't gone (they'll always be a part of him, after all), but now they're dulled by looser clothes and softer hairstyles.
He's an artist, and for once in his life, he is determined to pursue his own ambitions. Zuko's outfits may not be designer-made anymore, but he takes what he has and makes himself look like he wants to look, like the person he wants to be.
He doesn't read fashion magazines or keeps up to the latest trends like Azula does. He's just...Zuko. And his newfound confidence makes everything he wears look like it belongs on him.
As for music...well, Ursa raised a literature boy.
He loves lyric-heavy music and natural voices, be they soothing or powerful. Dissecting song meanings and possible interpretations with Katara is one of his favorite parts of the day. They're both very passionate and strong-minded individuals, so it stands to reason that their debates can get quite...heated.
Zuko's Playlist is both incredibly eclectic and somehow very...him. There's a common thread that binds together every song and artist he likes, and he's hilariously unaware of this. To take a look into his Playlist is a higher honor reserved only for those closest to him.
In the wide spectrum of things, it is no wonder that Zuko is, first and foremost, a Hozier man. But though Andrew is his God in all aspects of this life, there's someone else that has had a huge impact on him...
Two someones, actually.
Zuko refuses to tell anyone how he got into Twenty One Pilots, but it's kind of a moot point when the beginning of his obsession is nothing compared to everything that came after. They have just about the right amount of everything that makes Zuko...well, Zuko. The poetic lyrics, the soothing or raging music, the heavy, intensely resonant themes...
Up there, in the second artwork, I placed an album cover behind each period of Zuko's life. The election of these records is intentional, as I feel like their general themes work incredibly well with Zuko's arc and growth.
Blurryface in S1. For the demons within us. For giving a name to our fears and shame.
Trench in S2. For escaping the confined walls of a depression city, and fighting to understand the depths of the map of your mind.
Scaled and Icy in the first half of S3. For returning to places you had left behind. For convincing yourself and everyone around you that you're fine, that you're perfect, even though everything is crumbling inside...
Clancy in S3. For recognizing that you can backslide, that you can have fears and shame and painâbut you're shaping yourself with each step you take. For knowing that seeking help from others is okay. Nobody learns to walk on their own.
(And, in the end, you'll always be better than the person you were yesterday. If only because you're still here. You're still alive. You're still yourself.)
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Overall, I rambled a bit too much, don't you think?
If you made it all the way down hereâthank you so much for reaching out and being interested in this crazy AU! I hope you enjoy these ideas and tell me some of your own â¤ď¸
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max verstappen x reader | 2.3k
after an incredible (and wet) weekend in brazil, you have a confession to make.
cw: a loving relationship! discussion of anxiety/fear/worrying about your race car driver bf, healthy communication, and softness galore.
a/n: being a wag must be so stressful. like, damn! also, rain races stress me out, personally. this fic is about that.
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The triple header comes to an end in the best way possible.
Max Verstappen wins the SĂŁo Paulo Grand Prix from a 17th-place start! It's the stuff of dreams. The fist around your heart unclenches just a little bit as you watch him smiling, roaring, hoisting his well-earned trophy aloft. It's your best day in a long time, watching your darling boyfriend like that, and you celebrate with everyone late into the night. The Championship battle looms in the background but tonight is about the hard work from the weekend. The stress, the frustration, the damn rain. All of it worth it for the pride you all feel right now.
But what comes after -- that, you can admit, you enjoy even more. Three weeks until Las Vegas and Max and the team have plenty of work to do before then, but for now? For now, it's this: rest.
Everyone gets to go home, finally. And for you, home is wherever Max is. You've spent the first few days of the break thus far at his place. On the floor with the cats, on the couch watching movies. In his bed, sleeping, sometimes, other times... not so much. Hours and hours just being together. You'll have plenty of time for this once the season ends but you can never get enough of him.
You're on the couch, sprawled across the length of it with a book in hand. It's a good one, so much so that you don't notice Max until he taps your ankle and you jump.
"Jesus," you gasp. His lips are pulled up at one corner in the precursor to a full grin, sweatpants slung low enough that you can see the branded band of his underwear between the drawstrings and the hem of his t-shirt. "Where did you come from?"
"Watching race replays," he says with a shrug. "Scooch." You tug your legs back and sit up a little, bookmarking your page as he rounds the couch and plops down where your feet were.
"Max," you whine. "I like to watch those, too. So you can do that thing where you narrate like, every second." You're teasing, but only a little. For all the jokes about "maxplaining," you really do love how he explains things. He tells you what he was thinking at every turn, what the trick is, how long it took him to get it right. He points out his mistakes and those of the other drivers. All of it thoroughly and with enthusiasm, answering your questions like you're the best student he's ever had.
"Yeah, well," he says, sinking into the couch, arm stretched across the cushions towards you. Your eyes rake over the line of his bicep as he talks. "You don't like rain races very much. Wasn't sure you'd want to see it again."
That gets your attention. "How did you know that?" You've never told him outright that they stress you out. It's really important to you that you keep your cool at the track, that you don't do anything to let on that he should worry about you.
But you should know better, it seems.
"I can tell," Max says, looking right at you. "I pay attention."
You hum, not sure what to say. "You've got me there," you confess. "I'm sorry."
"Hey," he tuts. "Why the apology? You can feel however you want to. This weekend was complicated."
He feels too far away. You set your book on the ground and shove your toes under this thigh. He keeps his eyes on your face but you fuss with the hem of your t-shirt rather than look back.
"They're exciting. Rain races, I mean." You sigh. "But I can't help but worry, Max. From the garage, it's so --"
You lose track of your words because Max grabs hold of your legs and tugs them over his thighs as he moves closer to you, almost crowding you against the arm of the couch. He reaches for your collarbone to pick some lint from your shirt, his other arm slung across your calves.
"Were you scared?" he asks. "This weekend, I mean."
Frankly, you avoid telling him things like this because you don't want to distract him. You don't want to detract from his performance in any way and maybe that's selfish, because you know he's very good at what he does and how you feel isn't going to derail his weekend. But you know he loves you, and you know how deeply he feels things. How much he wants to be a good partner, a good driver, a good man. And you try really hard to let him know that he is all of those things.
The reality of your position in his life is that there will always be people who heavily imply that your presence, your actions, your choices could be at fault. It's ludicrous -- Max has said so many times -- but it makes you hype-aware. You don't want to overstep. It's something you know you should articulate to him properly, but you know he'll be upset that you think you can be anything but a good part of his life. It's an endless cycle.
"Hey," he says, mistaking your silence for emotion. "Liefje, I'm fine." He reaches for you, cupping your cheek with a warm hand. You look up at him and find him frowning.
"I know," you say, leaning into his palm. "I know you are. I just -- I don't want it to sound like I'm a whining baby or something."
"Whining baby?" Max gently rubs the skin under your eye with his thumb. "Psh. We've got some of those on track. You couldn't come close to them if you tried."
That gets a laugh out of you and he cracks a smile at the small victory.
You sigh. "I was scared," you admit, voice soft. Max presses a little closer to you, his hand falling from your face to catch yours, fingers twining together.
"Are you always scared?" he asks. "You're more tense on rain weekends, I can tell that much. But you've never really talked about this. I guess I--" He frowns again. "I've never really asked you."
"That's okay," you say. "It's nothing, really."
Blue eyes bore into yours. "No, I want to know," he presses. "Please, tell me?"
You tip your head back a little, eyes on the ceiling. How to say it?
"I guess I'm always a little scared, yeah," you say. "I don't know how I wouldn't be."
He tugs on your hand so you'll look at him. "What is it, do you think?" The question comes out in his typical way. This must be how he is in driver briefings, you think fleetingly. Max is analytical, methodical, always looking for the root of the problem so he can understand it and adapt.
But how do you explain this?
"Well, it's a dangerous sport," you explain. "As you know. And I -- Max, I love you, and I don't want anything bad to happen to you."
The furrow of his brow lessens a bit and he presses a light kiss to the back of your hand. Your stomach flutters, even after all this time.
But Max has no time for your mooning, apparently. "Were you scared before we knew each other?" he asks.
You think about it. "It's different, I guess. I was worried, generally. For all of you. I'm still worried for all of you, but --"
His eyebrow quirks and he fails to hide a cheeky smile. "Me the most?"
You roll your eyes and squeeze his hand. "You the most. But don't tell Carlos that."
Max tuts. "So, now it's just worse? You feel it more?"
Nodding, you try to explain. "I don't even like watching on TV, now, because I'm so far away. I feel so helpless."
You can't make it to every race but you try your hardest, not only to support Max but for your own sanity. It's easier to calm yourself down when you're around other people who believe in him, when you have access to all the details and when he's only a few steps away when he's out of the car.
"I don't want you to be worried," he says, softly. "You don't let on that you are when we say goodbye before the race, aside from being a little tense."
One of your favorite pieces of race weekends -- those few moments when all of his attention is on you. He makes sure you have everything you need and leaves you with a kiss and a smile and a see you later. His confidence and his competence are like balms.
"When I'm looking at you, I'm not as stressed," you say, a bit shy. "You're very good at your job, you know. And your confidence is convincing."
"I know," he says, seriously. "That's why I know it'll be fine. Do you not know that?"
If he was less determined, you'd ask him to drop it, since you're starting to feel embarrassed. But you know he won't let it lie.
"I know it, too, Max." You reach for his face to push back some fringe from his forehead. "I'll always be worried about you, though. You get in the car and drive away and I just -- sit there. And wait for you to come back."
He frowns, deeper this time. You keep your hand on him, cupping his jaw and running your thumb along his stubble.
"And I love it. You know I was a fan before I met you and it's a dream to be there to watch you race. I love seeing you do crazy things like win from p17. It's so much fun."
He knows this about you. You've got a bit of a reputation for your facial expressions in the Red Bull garage, always the first on your feet when he overtakes, jumping up and down when he extends his lead. It's an infectious kind of joy and energy and you lean into it every time, even if your stomach is churning with anxiety.
Max is quiet for a few moments. He covers your hand with his and leans into it further.
"You trust me, right?"
"Of course," you say right away. "Always."
"I've never really thought about it," he says, slowly. "I mean, in the car. I don't worry about you because I'm not worried, so I just thought you knew not to be, too."
"I'll always worry, Max. Even though I trust you."
"Why didn't you tell me this before?"
Your cheeks heat and you look away from him, pulling your hand free to cradle it in your lap.
"You've got a million other things to worry about besides me," you say. "I don't want to distract you."
Max says your name with a scoff, literally waving his hand as if swatting away your silly notions. "Distract me? Come on," he says. "I wouldn't be a three-time world champion if I could get so easily distracted." He leans into your space, nosing at your jaw. "Even if you are very distracting."
You allow the attention for a few moments before pushing him back with a laugh. His cheeks are flushed, hair a bit of a mess, like after he takes off his helmet. And, god, he looks relaxed. You're so proud of him you can hardly stand it. The season is almost over and you know he's got a lot of work ahead of him, and you've got a lot of worrying. But he's motivated, and you know he can win. You know he'll come back to you.
Max leans his head back on the couch and casts his gaze sideways at you, nose scrunched. "I can't fix this, can I? You're still going to worry."
He sounds so resigned, so disappointed in himself that you tug on his hand so he'll get closer. This time, you frame his face with your hands and kiss him, just a light press of your lips to his. Both of you sigh into it, and you drag your mouth along his cheek until you reach his ear.
"I'm still going to worry," you whisper. "But I love you and I trust you. And I know it'll be okay."
Max sighs and presses his forehead to your shoulder, practically pulling you into his lap so he can wrap his arms around you.
"You better hope it doesn't rain for the rest of the season," he mumbles.
"That damn VSC," you groan, pulling back from him a bit. "I was going to tear my hair out!"
Max laughs. "It kept things interesting," he says lightly. "Rain isn't really a problem for me, schatje, you know this --"
"Because you're Dutch, I know, Max." You roll your eyes. "Even Fernando couldn't keep it together! I mean, the gasps from the garage when --"
The seriousness of your conversation fades as you trade tidbits about the race -- you've done this already, hashed it out in the hotel room and the flight home and in bed since Sunday. Max watches you talk, elbow braced on the couch and his head resting in his hand. His eyes sparkle and you know you're amusing him as he corrects you on the turn names and who went in the wall when. Max loves you: you've never doubted this. He loves you and he cares about how you feel and doesn't want you to be worried.
And while you will be, because you love him, you know that it'll be alright.
"Hey," Max says, interrupting your opinions about start procedures. "I love you, okay? Thank you for worrying about me."
"Graag gedaan," you say. Well, you try to say. Max laughs and corrects your pronunciation. You're welcome, he says, over and over, a kiss to your cheeks, your nose, your forehead each time. Ik houd van je. Your lips, your neck, your jaw.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
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BDSMaid - Chapter 6
Series Summary: After recently graduating you take what is supposed to be a job to save money before you go back to university to get your law degree. Your best friend offers you a job cleaning luxury homes for clients youâll never know. Easy. Simple. Mundane. Until one of your clients is home and everything you felt was missing in your life starts to fall into place. This goes against the NDA you signed and you could get fired. Or worse, you could fall in love.Â
CW: 18+ MDNI. In order to avoid spoilers, all tags are under the cut in small red lettering. Reader does have some body descriptions so more of an oc than female reader.
AN: I don't think I understood the term "labour of love" until right now. I'm emotionally exhausted yet so fucking proud at the same time. Thank you @lotusbxtch for fixing all my grammar and formatting. I also couldn't of done this without @mermaidgirl30 , @littlevenicebitch69, @alltheirdamn, and @for-a-longlongtime (even if you did just try to distract me with Santi the entire time LOL)
Word Count: 14.6k (sorry, grab a snack or two)
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CW: use of petnames, mention of losing a spouse, mentions of child abuse (mostly verbal), use of nick names (baby, sweet girl, etc.), dirty talk, spanking, sexual activity in public, kissing, protected p in v, oral (female receiving), consumption of alcohol, mutual pining, mentions of falling in love, Dom/sub dynamics.
You: 911, I need to go buy a dress, but yaâll canât ask me what itâs for Laren: no strings attached shopping? Fuck yeah! You: Iâm serious though Laren: Dude, I wonât ask you as long as you donât ask about the hickey on my neck Jamie: Damn, my dadâs in California so I canât leave the office. You: hmmâŚmaybe we just tell each other one secret each Laren: oh sorry, forgot I have to vacuum my cat today, canât shop You: fine, no asking about the hickey. Pick you up at noon? Jamie: Have fun. I need a sugar daddy. Odette: booo! Iâm studying. Someone alert me when we learn about the hickey.Â
You
Larenâs jaw drops as you step out of the dressing room, the soft silk of the floor length black gown skims against your body. Your eyes trail down the thin straps along your shoulders and down the deep v that sits low on your sternum. Youâve never appreciated your small breasts until now. The risque cut has a soft and romantic feel. Somehow, so does the long slit up your one leg, stopping much higher than most black tie venues would find acceptable. You spin to take in the way the silk dips low on your back. Yeah, Joel Miller is going to love this.Â
âYou look stunning. Iâm not gonna ask, but whoever youâre wearing that for is going to fall in love with you. I might fall in love with you.â
You laugh at her, watching as she tugs the collar of her sweater up to cover the very prominent purple hickey on her pulse point. If only she knew how ridiculous that statement really was. Joel Miller, your dom, falling in love with you. Itâs impossible.Â
The big box that you stuffed the small, pink and bedazzled box in snickers in your mind then taunts you in her uppity British accent. He loves you, remember how he held your hand so tenderly through that last orgasm? âItâs a dateâ, âItâs only youâ.Â
You shake your head and run your hands down your torso and hips, the silk feeling like water under your hands.Â
âWow, that dress was made for you.â The peppy store clerk says as she rounds the corner to the dressing room. âOh! I have just the accessory, if you donât mind me showing you?â
You nod and then look over at Laren through the mirror. The two of you havenât been friends for that long, but it doesnât take a genius to realize sheâs not wearing her massive engagement ring, plus that giant love bite; something is off. âIâm not gonna ask about the hickey, but are you ok?â
âYa - Iâm fine, why?â Her phone goes off in her purse for what feels like the hundredth time since you picked her up. She hasnât looked at it once and this newest alert doesnât change that. Â
âNo reason. Iâm here for you though. I hope you know that.â The corners of her mouth lift, but that vivacious sparkle in her eye doesnât make an appearance.Â
You spend longer than you ever had getting ready on Friday. Youâve shaved, exfoliated and moisturized every inch of your skin. You painted your fingers and toes with a fresh coat of pearly white polish, noticing that the skin around your cuticles on your hands isnât picked clean. For the first time in your life, your anxiety hasnât needed its usual outlet; picking and pushing at your nails until theyâre clean. Even with the last few days kicking your ass, Mister Miller made it better, made you better.
After about three hours, youâve completed the look: big loose curls, one side pinned behind one ear with a gold clip, exposing the soft slope of your neck that Joel loves to press his lips to. Youâve opted for a neutral glam look; a light smokey grey eye, flirty lashes, a touch of blush and highlighter and a nude lip.Â
You keep the jewelry simple, just thin gold hoop earrings and two dainty golden chains, the accessories that the sales girl picked out. The first chain is the longest; one end loops tight to your throat then lays down your sternum, a small clip on the other end holds it in place to the lacy black thong you bought for the occasion. The second chain wraps around your exposed thigh. A few small crystals dangle off the garter. It feels perfect for a sex club, almost like youâre being tied up in gold.Â
After wrapping the gift you bought for Joel today you debate taping the dress in place. Itâs a sex club, surely a nip slip isnât the worst thing that can happen. However, Joel would probably forcefully remove anyone who got a peek. As tempting as it is to witness that, you decide to save his sanity for one more day and after placing the last piece of tape you hear the rev of his engine coming down your street. Butterflies erupt in your stomach, itâs been weeks since youâve heard that sound. That deep rumble will probably always fill you with an excited anticipation of seeing Mister Miller.Â
You agreed to let him pick you up tonight since Odette is out. You slip your perfectly pedicured toes into black heeled sandals, working the small golden buckle around the ankle quickly as Joelâs shiny black Jag parks in front of your building. You watch from the window as he gets out of the driver's side door, flowers wrapped in brown paper clutched in his hand. A man that size doesnât look like heâd fit in that sleek sports car.Â
Even from your birdseye view from the fourth floor he looks absolutely gorgeous. Youâre sure once heâs right in front of you heâll be devastatingly handsome, especially once heâs added the gift you got him. Similar to you, heâs in all black tonight.Â
The beep of his car locking and the buzz of your door go at the same time and you excitedly hit the button to let him up. It feels like hours before thereâs a light knock on your front door. After a shaky breath, you open the door.
Fuuuuuck me, you think as you take him in and actively stop yourself from drooling.
He looks as hot as sin dressed in all black, the lapels of the jacket and the tie slightly silky against the flat black of the rest of his clothing. Heâs the living, breathing epitome of JMKink right now. Dressed like that matte black letterhead he still leaves you notes on when you clean for him. You lick your lips as your eyes trail back up his tie. Fuck, you want him to wrap it around your wrists.Â
He steps into your front entrance and the apartment feels so much smaller; almost like he takes up every bit of space and simultaneously sucks all the air out of you. His hair is parted to the side, trimmed neatly around his ears, curls perfectly placed. Youâre sure it was effortless on his part, just running his fingers through it after getting out of the shower, towel wrapped low on his hips. Your mouth waters as you continue to just stare at one another.Â
Joel
âWow,â he finally manages to rasp. His throat feels like it's full of sand all of a sudden. He clears it gently before continuing. âYou lookâŚyouâre always beautiful, but you areâŚâ
His eyes travel up and down your body again, heâs feeling lost for words which is not something that happens to him often. He watches your bottom lip slip between your teeth, waiting for him to form a thought.
âSorry, sweet girl, I need a second here.â He places the bouquet of wildflowers on the small table at the entry then reaches out towards you. He actually feels like he might die if he doesnât kiss you soon. The whorls and calluses of his fingers drag down the warm, soft skin of your arm gently before he closes his hand around yours. Usually, he loves how small your hand looks in his, but heâs finding it impossibly hard to break eye contact with you right now. As he steps in closely you smile sweetly at him and heâs surrounded by the smell of mint, lavender and something distinctly you. âYou look life-alteringly gorgeous. Iâm not sure if thatâs a word, but wow, Freckles.â
You place your free hand on his chest and heâs sure you can feel how hard his heart is pounding behind his chest. Fuck, he wouldnât be surprised if you could hear his heart at this point. He cups your face with his other hand and presses his lips to yours, reveling in the way you melt into him, parting your lips and letting him deepen the kiss. He swallows the quiet moan that you make just for him. You pull away too quickly for him, an excited smile across your face.
âI got you something!â You spin and heâs left breathless again by the low back of the dress and the way the silk skirt sways with your hips.Â
âYou didnât have to do that,â he says, following you into the living area of your small apartment. âI donât want you spending your money on me, sweetheart.â
You spin again and his cock twitches as he catches just how high the slit of the skirt is, and the golden jewelry wrapped around your thigh. In your hands is a large, light brown box tied with a black ribbon. âTechnically, I spent your money on you,â you say with a wink. âOpen it.â
He steps in close, watching your face go from excited to downright giddy as he pulls at the ribbon. He slips the lid off the box and stares down at the exact same black Stetson that he sent with Tiffany. His heart stops beating as the memories, both good and bad, flood through him. This is the same hat he wore the night he met her, the night of their first date, the night he told her he loved her for the first time, the night he married her. Joel Miller doesnât believe in signs from the universe, but this? This is something.Â
No, he thinks as emotions start to clog his throat. This was Tiffany.Â
He blinks away the tears that threaten to form behind his eyes and whispers your name. âThank you, sweetheart. I - I used to have a hat just like this.â
When he looks back at you your brows are furrowed together, a genuine curiosity across your face. âUsed to?â
He clears his throat again, âYea, itâs complicated, but this - this means more to me than you could ever know.â
He slips his hands into the box, the felt of the brim spreads a warm comfort up his hands and forearms. He swallows hard as he realizes itâs the same comfort he feels when he has you in his arms.Â
Oh my godâŚI think, no, I know. I love you.
It hits him so hard that he has to clutch the hat tighter in his hands to ground himself as he pulls it from the box. He knew he was falling, he knew the second he saw you. He canât push it down anymore.Â
âIâm sorry if I overstepped, Joel.â
He turns the hat over in his hands, the black satin liner exactly like his old one. He looks up at you, no longer able to stop the smile or the tears that flood his lash line. Your lips part as your eyes dance around his.Â
âNo, baby, you didnât. Iâve, well, Iâve been really missing this hat lately.â
âYou gonna try it on, cowboy?â The sultry flirtiness of your voice feels sweet on his skin and after a shallow breath he brings the hat up to his head. As the satin slips over his hair a calm confidence washes over him. His eyes meet yours and your flirty smile turns shy as you blush under his gaze. Heâs whole again.Â
âSo?â
âIâm gonna have to fight the women off, I think.â You say softly.
He laughs, moving the box from your hands back to the table and then cradling your face in his hands. âIâll only be looking at one woman, my sweet girl.â His lips meet yours gently, your tongue swiping softly against his lip as your slant into the kiss.Â
I love you.
You
You werenât sure what kind of reaction youâd get from Joel giving him the hat, but his eyes welling up and his breathing getting all shaky was not what you expected. Something about that hat called to you when you saw it. When you picked it up, the soft felt against your palms reminded you of how it feels to be in Joelâs hands.Â
He breaks the kiss with a sigh and glances around your apartment. Months ago you would have felt shy or self conscious about Joel in your space, so wholly different from his, but he has never judged you for anything, and you feel yourself becoming more and more comfortable with him which is not a feeling youâre used to. His eyes fall to the scratched wooden coffee table that you got for free from Craigslist.
âYou have college letters,â he says proudly, looking back at you.
Your arms cross across your body subconsciously, like theyâre trying to shield you from the possibility of being rejected again. âYa, the last two came today. Iâll open them later.â
âBaby, let's open them! It could be good news.â
He looks so goddamn handsome, in a suit that probably costs more than the entire contents of your apartment and his new black Stetson hat. His expression is encouraging, that same look from his kitchen when you ate some toast; prideful and empathetic.Â
âIâm scared,â you almost blurt, wishing you could be smoother with this man. âI donât want to ruin tonight. If these are both noâs, I donât know how great of company Iâll be tonight.â
âFreckles, Iâm not going to force you into anything you donât want. But I think youâll be thinking of the letters either way.â
âAh, my consent stands even for mail,â you joke.
âWell, it's a federal offense to open someone else's mail soâŚâ Joel winks and flashes a devastating smile your way.Â
âOk,â you close your eyes and take a deep breath. Heâs right, youâll be wondering all night what those letters say, and Joel has a way of making you forget, making you feel understood, important and cared for. âDo it.â
As if heâs a child on Christmas morning and you just gave him the ok, he snatches up the University of Austin and Berkeley letters, almost vibrating as he says, âWhich one first?â
You start to pace the few steps of your living room, wringing your hands together as your heels click on the cheap laminate hardwood. âAustin, Iâll be less upset by a no from them.â
The tear of the envelope sounds like a dagger to the ribs as you go to grab the flowers Joel brought for you, desperate for something to do besides stand there.Â
âItâs a thick envelope..â Joel says as he slides the letter out.
âYa, Iâve learned that that doesnât mean shit,â You say sardonically.
Joel laughs in surprise, âAlways shocks me to hear that pretty little mouth swear.â
âYea?â You ask, âOpen the fucking letter, youâre killing me.â
Joel snorts as his strong fingers gingerly fold open the letter. His eyes shoot to yours, âYou got in!â
âW-What?â You drop the flowers on the counter top and cover your mouth.
âSweet girl, you got in. Iâm - Iâm so fucking proud of you.â
You stand frozen on the spot. Itâs not the school you wanted, you want Berkeley, but it doesnât matter what that letter says now, because either way, youâre going to be a lawyer.
âOh my god,â you breathe as Joel's arms pull you in for a tight hug.
âCongratulations, baby girl.â His lips press to hair and you start to laugh. âWhatâs so funny?â
You both part from the hug as you fight to stop tears of pure joy from ruining your makeup. âItâs justâŚyou know, for a second there I actually thought that I wasnât smart enough. Me? I have a 4.0, I graduated early, Iâve been top of my class for years and I actually thought that I wouldnât get in.â
Joel's eyes dance, a big smile across his face as he watches you fill a vase. âOpen the other one.â
He keeps his eyes on you as he opens the next letter. As he folds open the thick eggshell coloured paper you plunge the flowers into the cold water, his face drops and you prepare yourself for the worst, âYou got in. Baby, you - you got in.â
You - Four Years Prior
âSo what? You think that getting into your fancy university in Texas means you can just leave Arizona whenever you please? Your mom needs you, you canât just leave.â Your dad is in his patchwork recliner, a beer in his hand despite it being nine in the morning. The hot June morning heating the small house to an uncomfortable stifle.Â
âIâve contributed as much as I can, dad. Two months from now Iâm not going to have any time to myself. I deserve some time doing what I want.â
Your dad snorts, legs slamming the leg rest down on the recliner. âYouâre an ungrateful little bitch, arenât you?â
That should sting, it would to anyone else, but youâve been called every name possible by your father. You see him now for what he truly is, a loser. He canât hold a job, hasnât been able to for years. When you were younger, you thought you were the apple of his eye. Heâd show up to every school function, every award ceremony, all the little things. You were eight when you realized he didnât even speak to you at those functions, just walked around bragging about how he was the reason youâve achieved whatever you were being celebrated over. It was his time to shine, his award, not yours.
âIâm going,â you say, hoisting your duffle bag of clothing over your shoulder. Youâve always wanted to go back to California. You went once with your mother when you were nine or ten, and the minute you got to the beach and felt the warm sand between your toes everything went quiet. Itâs called out to you ever since.
As you spin towards the front door you hear the groan of your dad standing up. Fear spikes in your veins, your heart slamming in your ribs. Heâs never hit you, but with the redness of his face as he called you names this morning you wouldnât put it past him.Â
âLike fuck you are!â He bellows as a hard object strikes the back of your head, followed by warm liquid soaking through the back of your t-shirt.
One of your hands cups the back of your head as you bolt towards your recently purchased, and slightly rusted, SUV. âGet back in here right now you little cunt! You stole money from me for that vehicle, didnât you?â
You canât help but laugh as you get in the front seat. You donât bother locking the doors, you know heâs barely out the front door without looking. Heâs not strong enough, and definitely too drunk, to overpower you. You throw the vehicle into reverse and yell out the window, âYou donât have any money for me to steal, Doug!â
You hit his first name hard, knowing damn well how much it will enrage him. You drive away without looking back, and you only stop once for gas for the next ten hours.Â
The sun is setting as you reach the motel in Newport Beach. You head straight for the beach, kicking off your sandals and letting your feet sink into the cool sand. Your phone vibrates in your pocket, âMomâ across the screen in bold letters.
âHi,â you say sheepishly, still feeling like a child even though you arenât.
âGet our ass home, right fucking now. Youâre supposed to be contributing to this family and somehow you had enough money to buy a car? And a trip to California? Mark my words, young lady. If you donât walk back through that door by this time tomorrow, I will come there and get you myself!â
A lump forms in your throat. Youâve spent your whole childhood trying to get them to see you. Contributing? None of your friends had to contribute, they all got to be kids. Youâre going to be making a lot of money as a lawyer one day, and they can go fuck themselves if they think theyâre getting a single penny of that money.
âIâm afraid I wonât be doing that, mother.â
âYouâre in for a rude fucking awakening, little girl. Just because you were the smartest person here, does not mean youâll be the smartest person anywhere else. The world is going to chew you up and spit you out, and your father and I will not be here to fix you.â
âI donât see how thatâs any different than now. Good bye.â
You hang up before she can respond and look out over the water. The sun is setting in a kaleidoscope of peaches, marigolds and lavenders. You block your parents' numbers before snapping a picture of the sunset and setting it as your background. A sense of calm washes over you as the waves crash along the shore. You walk towards the water and dip your feet in, the water washing away the last eighteen years of your life. Youâre free.
You - Present Day
A whispered âholy shitâ is all you can muster as realization washes over you. Your dream school - and you got in. You can go to the beach and listen to the ocean, feel the sand under your feet. You can feel as free as you did almost four years ago. You lock eyes with Joel. Can you really leave him?Â
âI canât believe I got in. To two schools. Iâm going to be a lawyer.â Excitement floods your body. You can worry about deciding later, even though deep down you already know what you're going to choose. Right now, you can just be happy and proud. He reaches a hand out to you and you step into the living room to take it. He pulls you in, wrapping you in his strong arms.Â
âI know I said this already, but I am so god damn proud of you, sweet girl. No one deserves this more than you. I want to celebrate this with you soon, please?â
âWell,â you say with a hint of mischief, pulling back to look at him, âWe are going to be at the club.â
His eyes flash with something youâve never seen before. âYa - the club.â
âOh my god. Weâre late, Joel!â You push out of his hold. This is his big night, his five year anniversary of owning his club.
âBaby, stop,â he pulls you into his arms again and cups your face. âI donât care. Just let me kiss you until you need to reapply that lipstick, and then we can go.â His lips crash passionately into yours. âIâm so fucking proud of you, sweet girl,â he gasps between kisses.
Joel wasnât lying. He really did kiss you until your lips were swollen and you had to touch up not only your lipstick but the bit of highlighter on your nose; he also needed to participate, taking one of your makeup wipes to his nose, chin and lips before opening the door to his Jag for you and speeding off to the club.
Upon entering the club, the two of you were separated almost immediately. Joel was whisked away to the stage where he, Tommy and who you assume is Tess are now. The stage is lit up as he gives a speech and thanks everyone. A glass of champagne is handed to you as you stand along the edge of the bar. Everyone claps and as he tries to make his way back to you is pulled into a handshake from a very wealthy looking older man. You smile into your glass of expensive pink champagne as the woman from the stage approaches you.
âHi! Iâm sorry for having to steal him the moment you two walked in.â She extends a perfectly manicured hand out to you. âIâm Tess.â
You go to introduce yourself and she cuts you off as she continues. âOh, I know who you are. Joel will probably kill me, but we have all been very interested to meet you.â
âAll?â you say, swallowing nervously.
She shrugs. âNo one has ever seen him this, hmm, this relaxed before. Heâs usually here or across the street barking orders. You donât become as successful as him without a little stress, but since you came along he seems different. Happy.â
You blush, watching him engrossed in a new conversation, his eyes often meeting yours across the room. âLook,â Tess says, stepping closer and lowering her voice. âI hang around the Millers way too often and I could really use some girl talk. Is that ok?â
âTess, if thereâs one thing Iâm good at, itâs girl talk.â You smile at her and then turn to the bartender. âTwo tequila shots, please!â
She takes a breath, looking at Joel and then back at you. âIâm just going to cut right to the chase. I didnât think Iâd live to see the day where Joel wore a black cowboy hat again.â
You raise an eyebrow at Tess, this could be your chance to get an explanation around his response. You know you werenât imagining his eyes getting glassy, and he did say it means more to him than he could ever tell you. âI got him that hat.âÂ
Tessâs jaw drops and panic rises in your chest. âWhat? Why? Whatâs wrong with the hat?âÂ
âTequila first,â she says as the shots slide across the shiny black marble bar top. A shiver racks through Tess after she swallows, you donât flinch. âI donât know if itâs my placeâŚâ
âItâs girl talk, heâll never know.â You state, sucking at the lime. Tess clears her throat and motions to the bartender for another round. The next time she speaks itâs a hushed, sad voice, just barely above a whisper. Â
âHe, umm - well, he had a hat just like that growing up. Wore it all the time actually. He had it on the night he met Tiffany, and pretty much every important day in his life since then. Their first date, their wedding. Shit, Iâm pretty sure thereâs a picture of Sarah as a newborn in that hat. He also wore it the last time he held her.â Her voice trails off and heartbreak for her friend lines her features. âHeâŚshe loved it so much that he sent it with her.âÂ
You swallow hard and glance past Tessâs shoulder to Joel across the club. The moments of time between each of your heartbeats are filled by memories of his reaction. Tess continues, âLook, maybe you're like Joel. Maybe you donât believe in astronomy or signs from the universe, but I donât think you finding that hat was a coincidence.â
You arenât like Joel; you do believe in signs. You thought you were going crazy when you found that hat today. It literally called to you from inside the store. It wasnât on display in the window. No, you heard someone call your name behind you and when you looked over your shoulder the hat was all you could see. Could that voice have been from the wife he lost too early? You catch Joelâs gaze across the room; something about him, even before you knew him, comforted you. As your mind starts running through the depth of what that hat means to him he winks, you think you might be falling for him.Â
All of this means something. It has to mean something. Right?Â
âGirl talk stays between us?â You ask shyly.
âAbsolutely!â Tess exclaims, you like her more and more and can see yourself being very good friends with her, even if she is almost twice your age.
âTequila first,â you say in the same way she did earlier.Â
She clicks her glass against yours and then on the bar top before slamming the shot back. âI hate tequila,â she rasps while sucking the lime.
âI canât talk to my girlfriends about this. I donât know if you know how me and Joel met, but one of my best friends is sort of my boss and I would get fired from my job for knowing him.â Tess nods, and orders you both a glass of what youâre sure is very expensive rosĂŠ. âSometimes Joel says things that make me feel like maybe we are more than a sub and a dom, but thatâs ridiculous, right? Itâs the heat of the moment.â
âBabe, do you know how long Joel has been doing this?â She asks gently.
You shake your head and take a sip of your wine.
âYearsâŚat one point, being a dom was how he made money. Heâs a professional.â
Her words feel like a lead weight in the pit of your stomach, bile starts to burn at your throat. The whiplash of thinking heâs falling, and knowing that you are, and now dealing with this is almost too much. Joel has moved onto a conversation with yet another guest. âRight, heâs good. Heâs supposed to make me feel wanted. I think Iâm just not used to someone being there.â
âThatâs not what Iâm saying,â Tessâs hand comes to grab yours, squeezing reassuringly. âProfessional doms donât say things in the heat of the moment. They donât give false hopes. If heâs calling you his or struggling to follow limits, thatâs Joel speaking, not his dom alter ego.â
The silence after her words is thick between you. He doesnât say things in the heat of the moment? You swallow the lead weight thatâs made its way from your stomach to your throat, your mind racing through all the things Joel has said to you. My sweet girl. Itâs a date. Itâs only you.Â
âHey,â Tess says, shaking your hand to bring you back. âThis DJ sucks, should we go take over the booth?â
You smile, grateful not only for her words of wisdom but now the way sheâs able to stop you from spiraling. âYes, this is a club AND a friday afterall!â
She smiles at you mischievously as she reaches over the bar for the bottle of rosĂŠ and then links arms with you as you both practically skip to the booth. âOwning a club is so fun, I recommend everyone try it,â she proclaims through a laugh.
When you reach the booth she waltzes right up to the DJ, âWe need dancing music, itâs Friday, itâs a club, and itâs a fucking party!â
âSorry, Tess. I canât do that. Joel wanted background music only.â The DJ, who barely looks old enough to be in a club says, his eyes wandering to the low cut of your dress. A few months ago you probably would have been endeared by that look, but you have a real man now. A real man who loves you, says the sparkling box of feelings.Â
Tess snorts and then tuts at the poor guy. âJoel wonât appreciate you ogling what belongs to him like that. So play Best Friend by Saweetie or Iâll be sure to let him know.â
His eyes snap back to his booth set up, one hand held up in defeat, the other pushing a few buttons and then turning the volume dial up. You and Tess laugh, taking sips straight from the bottle as you move to the dance floor. This is what you need, a friend to help you dissect whatâs been happening. A friend who understands the dom and sub relationship, but more importantly, understands Joel. Does him having feelings change how you feel about university? Youâve always seen yourself going to Berkeley, thatâs been the dream, but now?Â
Maybe you should just end this now before your feelings grow too far out of control. The box of feelings laughs. You have no idea how deep you are in this, do you?
Joel
Iâm gonna kill that little shit. Frustration rolls through his body as the music grows louder and as he turns to shoot daggers at the DJ he sees you and Tess. Your beautiful face is lit up in a large smile as you sip directly from a $400 bottle of rosĂŠ. His anger dissipates as you move your body with a sexy sway, lost in the music.Â
Joel moves towards the bar, never taking his eyes off of you. Your arms stretch over your head as you shake your ass, the slit of your dress exposing your soft thigh. His palm tingles at the thought of how good you feel against him. The smooth warmth of your leg against the rough calluses of his fingers.Â
I love you.Â
Joel orders a whiskey and then walks towards the edge of the dance floor, his free hand tucked into the pocket of his pants as he watches you. As the song changes your eyes find him and you crook a finger at him, when he shakes his head you stick your bottom lip out and give him big doe eyes. He shakes his head again as Tess hands you the half drank bottle of wine. The pink tone of the wine casts a romantic glow across your exposed chest as you take a small sip. His cock stirs to life in his pants, remembering how those lips felt wrapped around him. He shakes his head at you again and takes a long pull from his drink. You stick your tongue out at him and spin away from him, wiggling your hips while glancing over your shoulder.Â
I fucking love you.
You spin back towards him and crook your finger at him again, mouthing âplease?â. He stays rooted to the spot. Joel doesnât dance, especially not to this kind of music. His heart flutters as you start to walk over to him, everything moves in slow motion, the sexy way your dress clings to your hips with each movement, the flash of your thigh, the slight bounce of your breasts with each step. It feels like hours have passed by the time you stop in front of him.Â
âPlease come dance with me.â You say, fluttering your lashes slightly.
He grabs the expensive bottle of wine from you and places it on the tall table beside him. âThis is very expensive wine.â
âThat was Tessâs doing,â you smile.
âIâm sure it was, because youâre my good girl, arenât you?â His hand strokes your cheek and he clocks the goosebumps that rise on your skin.
âPlease come dance, Mister Miller?â
âI donât dance, sweet girl.â
You pout again and he wants to suck that perfect bottom lip between his teeth so badly. âWhat if you just stand there and I dance around you?â
One day heâs going to have to learn how to say no to you, but today wonât be that day. He takes the last sip from his glass and puts it beside the wine. You bounce excitedly on the balls of your feet as he holds a hand out to you. You lead the way, the dance floor now full of people, heading back towards Tess. Joelâs hands come to your hips as you grind against him for the last few bars of the song.Â
A slow twang of guitar starts off the next song. Joel spins you to face him. âThis I can dance to.â He whispers, pulling you in close, one hand low on your back, the other holding yours to his heart.Â
You smile up at him, âFull of surprises, arenât you, sweet cheeks?â
At this angle the brim of his hat blocks out everything except for you; not that he needs something to block out the rest of the world when heâs around you. I love you.
âFor the right woman I can be, freckles.â He says warmly as you melt into his body.
The two of you continue to dance in a comfortable silence. He watches your lips as your tongue glides across them and just as heâs about to lean in and taste you you speak. âI donât think I said this yet tonight, but congratulations. This is a huge accomplishment and Iâm so proud of you and grateful that you brought me into this space. I hope itâs not too bold, but this has done exactly as I hoped. I feel - freer almost, if that makes sense.â
âGood,â his lips press to your forehead. âAnd thank you.â
Your neck cranes forward, towards the tangled mess of your hands against his chest. Your lips pressing to the knuckle of his thumb. The gesture shoots straight to his heart. Â
âIâve been feeling a bit bad though. Youâve had to go to two events for me this week.â You go to protest but he cuts you off. âWhat would you be doing tonight if it wasnât for this?â
You hum in thought. âAny bar where thereâs an open mic night or a local band.â
âThat so? Do you participate in the open mic?âÂ
âNo, absolutely not, but I enjoy music and watching people do things theyâre passionate about.â
He raises an eyebrow at you. âLetâs go then.â
âWhat?â
âLetâs go. Iâve said thank you to all the VIPâs. Let's go do your thing.â
You
âCan we do that?â You ask, trying not to let the smile thatâs pulling at your cheeks win.
Joel laughs quietly. âItâs my party, I can do what I want. They can all stay, but the longer I stay here the more Iâm going to be pulled away. And youâre the only person at this party that I want to talk to.â
Thatâs Joel speaking, not his dom alter ego.
The boulder is growing in your throat again as you croak, âWeâre dressed awfully fancy for a local bar.âÂ
Joel smiles down at you, his eyes soft. You start memorizing every detail of his face. Everything surrounding the two of you went fuzzy the second he pulled you into his arms. This man, dressed in all black, blurs the edges of everything around you, sucking you in and making you feel like the only person he sees. The slow country song that you didnât even hear starts to come to end. âI donât care. Any more concerns?â
He doesnât care, heâll never care, he just wants to be with you. The box of feelings that's grown exponentially over this evening inches its way out of the shadows, and you canât deny it anymore.Â
Youâre falling in love with Joel Miller.Â
âLetâs go,â you say, excitement replacing the lump in your throat.
Joel wastes no time, peeling your bodies apart and pulling you towards the exit. He doesnât look back as Tommy calls his name, only stopping at the front desk to grab your purse. You feel giddy, almost as if the two of you are doing something wrong. He opens the car door for you and then hops into the driver's seat. You pull out your phone, ignoring him as he comments on your cracked screen being a hazard, and check for open mic nights, finding one in a small bar just a few streets over.Â
The bar is small, about ten tables crammed together and then a few stools along the bartop. The stage is only big enough for one person, a few guitars on stands, a stool, and the mic stand. The lighting is low, different neon signs above the bar doing the majority of the work. Youâre way overdressed and the looks you get from the packed bar further prove it.Â
Joel pulls you through the crowd towards the bar. You were feeling slightly tipsy dancing with Tess, but there is something so sobering about being pulled into Joel's arms. And now that youâve realized youâre falling in love with him, his next question is very welcome.
âCan I buy you a drink?â
âYes, please.â You smile sweetly, plastering your front to Joelâs side as he squeezes into the bar. âIâll just have whatever youâre having.â
âTwo old fashioneds,â he says deeply to the bartender. You stifle a giggle, âWhat?â
âYou just give me so much ammunition sometimes.â
He swats at your ass and then squeezes, not caring who may or may not see. Itâs exhilarating getting to just be yourselves away from the club and you have a feeling youâll quickly become addicted to this. âMighty thin ice, baby.âÂ
The raspy voiced woman with crazy curly hair finishes her set as Joel pays for the drinks. It appears that most of the crowd was here to see her, a few tables free up and the place doesnât feel so crowded. The MC for the night gets back onto the stage.Â
âAlright, if anyone else wants to show us what theyâve got tonight Iâll be by the bar.â Thereâs a few cheers and some clapping as the bar empties out drastically, only about twenty people are left. Joel pulls out a chair for you and then sits beside you. Â
âThank you for the drink,â you say, bringing the liquid to your lips and taking a small sip. The warmth of it heats all the way down to your belly, a familiar feeling when youâre around Joel.
âOf course,â he nods, sipping his. âSo? Do you come here often?â
You laugh, leaning forward on your arms, noticing the way Joelâs eyes bounce from your face to your breasts; now pushed together for him. âWhat a line! But no, I have never been here. I kinda like it though.â
The MCâs voice fills the room, welcoming a brave soul to the stage. A tall man in cowboy boots and a shiny buckle joins the stage, carefully picking a guitar from the rack before he begins singing. You can tell by the warmth along the side of your face that Joel is watching you and not the man on the stage.Â
âHeâs pretty good,â you say, looking back towards Joel. Itâs almost unfair how he can still look so sexy in the neon glow of the lights above the bar.Â
âMediocre,â he says with a scoff and sips his drink.
You glance around, âOk, well you listen to this mediocre man, Iâm going to find the washroom.â
You feel Joelâs eyes on your back as you walk away. The gender neutral bathroom is surprisingly clean and you giggle to yourself at the interaction you had once Joel was no longer looking at you. You try to act natural as you head back to the table, sitting down and smiling at Joel.
His eyebrow arches, âWhat did you do?âÂ
God you hate how well he knows you. Thereâs no hiding anything from this man. Regardless, you stifle the fit of giggles that are right on the tip of your tongue, âNothing! I had to pee. Is that not allowed?â
You raise your glass to your lips, trying to hide the smile as the MC heads back up to the stage. âYou did something bad, I can tell.â
âLadies and gentlemen, we have another performer tonight. Please welcome to the stage Joel Sweet Cheeks Miller.â
Joel shoots a teasing glare at you as you start hollering, âWoo! Sweet cheeks!!â You clap your hands loudly. He lets out a sigh, pushing himself up and then grabbing his drink before heading to the stage.Â
He steps up, running his fingers over the guitars before choosing a black acoustic. He puts his Old Fashioned on the stool and loops the guitar over his head. Your body reacts in a way you didnât think it would. Fire erupts on your belly, you take a sip of your drink to try to put it out but the heat of the liquor only makes it worse. He adjusts the knobs on the guitar after hitting the strings a few times and then looks up at you and crooks two fingers, calling you to him. You obey, practically floating to the man youâre falling in love with.Â
Joel bends at the hip, taking his cowboy hat off and placing it on your head. His voice is a gravel filled whisper as he says, âIâm going to spank that pretty little ass of yours in that washroom you were looking for after this.â
âYes, Mister Miller.â You rasp.
He stands back up, and clears his throat before starting. âThis is, well, this is the largest audience Iâve ever played in front of so, go easy on me.â
His hand pushes back the few curls that have fallen onto this forehead before he strums at the guitar.Â
If I ever were to lose you Iâd surely lose myself
His voice is like stepping into a hot bath, full of warmth and comfort.
Everything Iâve found here Iâve not found by myself
He doesnât break eye contact with you, only glancing away occasionally when he moves his fingers along the cords.Â
Try and sometimes youâll succeed To make this man of me All my stole missing parts Iâve no need for anymore
You stare up at him, lips slightly parted, as everything falls into place.Â
And I believe And I believe âcause I can see Our future days Days of you and me
You could go to Berkeley and do great, probably middle of the pack, but youâd reach your goals. Youâd become a lawyer and leave school with a handful of job offers. OrâŚyou could stay. You could stay and be the top of your class here. You could stay and continue being with Joel.Â
Back when I was feeling broken I focused on a prayer You came deep as any ocean Did something out there hear?
The box of feelings starts to vibrate, making it almost impossible to breathe.
All the complexities and games No one wins, but somehow they still played All the missing crooked hearts They may die, but in us they live on
Youâre staying. Youâre going to the University of Texas at Austin School of Law.
And I believe And I believe âcause I can see Our future days Days of you and me
And just like that, the box of feelings explodes like one of those worms in a can of fake peanuts.
When hurricanes and cyclones raged When winds turned dirt to dust When floods they came, the tides they raise Even closer, became us
This wasnât part of your plan, but you canât let this go.
And all the promises at sundown I meant them like the rest
You hear his voice, âItâs only you, sweet girlâ and âyour consent is the most important thing to me.â
All the demons used to come âround Iâm grateful, now theyâve left.
âDoes it look like I own things that arenât perfectâ, âtell me, tell me youâre perfectâ.
So persistent in my ways Hey, angel, Iâm am here to stay
âIâm here for youâ.
No resistance, no alarms Please, this is just too good to be gone
Youâre not falling in love. No, youâre already so madly, deeply, insanely in love with this man that it hurts and feels amazing all at the same time.
And I believe And I believe âcause I can see Our future days Days of you and me
You suck in a breath for what feels like the first time since he started singing, your chest practically heaving at the release of emotion youâre experiencing.Â
You and me Itâs just, you and me
Youâre not sure if people are clapping, you canât hear anything over your own voice in your head screaming out âI love youâ over and over again. Joel hops off the stage, his eye flashing onyx as he growls, âpunishment time, my sweet girl.â
Joel
The way your eyes sparkled as he sang and the way youâre following him now, your warm fingers laced in his as he pulled you gently to the bathroom, almost have him convinced that you feel the same way he does.
He locks the door, then jiggles the handle to make sure itâs secure. Heâs shared subs with other men and women, heâs used the rooms for people to watch at the club; fuck, one time he even made one sub kneel completely naked at his feet while he sat at the bar of the club. But someone seeing you, something that is all his, ignites a protectiveness that heâs only ever felt for two other women.Â
You giggle mischievously as he steps close, plucking his hat off your head and placing it back on his. âWhat did I say I was going to do to you, baby?âÂ
He watches your bottom lip disappear between your teeth before you say, âYou were going to spank me.âÂ
He spins you roughly by your hips, pulling your back flush to his chest before walking you over the pedestal style sink. He watches in the mirror at the tell tale signs of your building arousal. Your cheeks flush, the pink creeping down your neck and exposed chest. He sees the way your eyes glass over, cock drunk before even getting it. Joel loves how easy you are to turn on, loves even more that itâs just for him.
No, I just love her.
He stops, the soft light above the mirror lighting the two of you up in yellow glow. The small bathroom is clean, but dark. White and black checkered floor with white walls; hopefully thick walls, but he has ways to keep you quiet while he punishes you.Â
His lips come to the exposed side of your neck, hovering just above where he can see your pulse quickening. He hears the hitch of your breath as he inhales your lavender scent. He slips into full dominant mode, keeping his voice a deep growling whisper, âHands on the edges of the sink, sweet girl.â
You obey him without hesitation, leaning forward and wrapping your hands around the shiny white sink. His eyes lock on yours through the mirror as he fists the soft silk of your skirt. His palms tingle at the thought of getting to feel you soon and his cock jumps at the thought of your heart-shaped ass being pink with his handprints.Â
As the skirt crawls to be just above your knees he says, âHow many should you get for that little stunt?â
He watches the goosebumps that spread across your skin. âFive?â Your voice is sweet and innocent with the ask.
The skirt starts to hike up higher, the long slit could give him easy access, but heâs playing a role right now, and he knows that the anticipation makes it better so much better for his sub. âNot much of a lesson in five. How about ten.â
Itâs not a question and he knows you know it. Heâd be lying though if he said he didnât want to see if youâd fight him just a little bit. Brat taming is not his thing; granted neither is spanking a sub heâs fallen in love with in a bathroom of a dingy bar while wearing a six thousand dollar suit.Â
A shiver runs through your body as he exposes your ass. The lacy black thong sends his thoughts into overdrive. God damn, what I wouldnât give to fuck this woman, just once.Â
âDo I have your consent to spank you ten times?â
You nod, âYes, Mister Miller.â
He takes one of your wrists in his hand and brings it back to hold your skirt up and then repositions himself to be beside you instead of behind you. He takes you in, bent over with your ass exposed, pupils blown out. Your chest rises and falls with shallow, shaky breaths. Heâs going to have to keep you quiet.
A hand clamps around your lips and your eyes widen. âIf you want me to stop, drop the skirt. Got it?â
You nod into his palm as the first slap fills the room. Your skin is soft and warm under his touch as he makes contact again. By the third strike, his hand around your mouth muffles a squeal. The fourth spank lands on your other cheek and a quiet husky moan rumbles against your lips and his palm.
âYouâre supposed to be my sweet girl,â he taunts as another loud slap fills the room. Heâs been watching you in the mirror the entire time, enjoying the way you try to keep eye contact; but now, at the halfway mark of your spanking, your eyes are hooded with need. He looks down your ass, grinding his hips into your side at the sight of his bright red handprints tattooed on your cheeks. âFuck, you look so good all marked up.â
He spanks you again watching the jiggle of your ass and how it ripples down your leg. Your back arches as you whimper quietly. âAtta girl,â he says proudly, smiling to himself. âThree more.â
Joel administers the last three spankings quickly, two on one cheek and one on the other. The sound of his palm on your flesh goes straight to his cock each time, heâs practically rutting into your hip bone to relieve some of the ache. Heâs given a lot of spankings in his time as a dom and his body has never reacted this way. Iâm so goddamn in love with her, I should keep spanking her for making me feel like that, but if I donât taste her right now Iâm going to go insane.Â
His hand grabs your skirt while his other drops from your face. Your breaths come in fast, like you just ran a marathon. He guides you to stand and then spins you around, a hiss leaves your lips, âItâs cold,â you whisper, making eye contact with him.Â
He takes his hat off and places it on your head before kneeling down in front of you.
You
The cool porcelain soothes the delicious burn along your ass, but the burn quickly spreads through your body as the man youâve realized youâre in love with kneels in front of you. His voice has an edge of desperation as he says, âI need to taste you, please baby.â
What is he doing to me? He has to know what heâs doing to you, right? Did he mean the lyrics of that song or is it just the only song he knows? However, at this moment, youâre just as desperate for him.Â
âYes,â you nod frantically as you speak, âMister Miller. Please.â
His mouth connects with your lace covered cunt. Licking over the thin fabric, teasing you with light but mind numbing pressure. Joel Miller always looks good, tall and broad, tanned skin that crinkles slightly around his eyes when he smiles, but when heâs on his knees in front of you it ignites something low in your belly. His curly dark hair is soft to the touch and you bring your hand to his scalp now. He groans at the feeling of your hands on him and continues to lick at your clit through your panties.Â
The black cowboy hat falls over your eyes, your other hand raises to hold it out of the way. Even with the decision to stay here for law school, you donât want to miss a second of the salacious acts playing out right in front of you.Â
âOh god, Mister Miller,â you whisper, trying to stay as quiet as possible.Â
He moves to kiss at your thigh, hooking a finger around the gusset of your soaked lace. âThis fucking garter, sweet girl. Been drivinâ me crazy all night,â he growls between kisses.
He pulls your panties to the side and your nipples harden under your dress as the cool air hits your throbbing pussy. âFuck,â he practically whimpers. âYou smell so good. Taste so good, too.â
His mouth latches around your clit, sucking it between his lips and everything goes fuzzy as the burn in your lower belly starts to spread. âOhgodohgood, f-fuck.â
The tip of his tongue flicks against your swollen aching clit with each suck and you start to panic over how youâre going to keep quiet while you come. One of his fingers that pulls your thong out of the way teases at your entrance, gathering your arousal, before he pushes it inside of you to the first knuckle. He looks up at you, eyes flushed onyx as he swallows down everything you give him.Â
âMister Miller,â you hum as he pushes his forefinger the rest of the way in. When he curls it forward you release the grip on his salt and pepper curls and clamp your hand around your mouth.
He pulls away, a dimple carving out his cheek as he smirks. âFeels that good?â He flicks gently at your clit and you moan in agreement into your hand. âGood fuckinâ girl.â
Joel sucks your clit back into his mouth, pumping his thick finger against the spongy spot that makes you melt and the heat bursts into tingling pleasure as your orgasm washes over you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you fight to keep quiet, grinding your hips unabashedly against Joelâs face. Heâs relentless with his ministrations and you bite at your palm as another wave rolls through you.Â
The spasms of your pussy around his finger slow and youâre finally composed enough to drop your hand, grabbing his shoulder as your knees threaten to give out. Joel slips his finger out from you, placing light, lingering kisses on your mound before standing. His hands find your hips, holding you steady.Â
âKiss me,â you slur, feeling drunk off the pleasure.
Your arms loop around his neck as he kisses you. His lips taste like you and you lick at the heady sweetness. You slant your head, kissing him deeper. His body goes soft, relaxing into the kiss. You could do this with him forever, and for once itâs not the box of feelings saying that. The contents of that box have coated your entire brain with the love it housed for the man youâre not even supposed to know exists. The two of you break apart, both panting for air. You break the silence first.
âTake me to the club.â
âWe canât go back there. Iâll just get sucked back into the crowd.â His nose runs up and down yours, dark chocolate brown eyes never leaving yours.Â
âI need more, Mister Miller. Please, take me.â
âShit,â he huffs. âCome with me.â
Joel
This is so incredibly stupid, he thinks as he pulls into his neighborhood. The moment the two of you got back into his car you leaned over onto his shoulder and closed your eyes. He should take you to your apartment. You must be exhausted from all the studying and working youâve been doing. Plus, he kept you out late for two nights. He pulls up onto his driveway, and the slight bump from the curb causes you to stir. He parks in the driveway and watches as you blink and register where you are.Â
âI can take you home if you want.â
âNo, I want to be with you.â Your eyes widen and you start to do that thing where you ramble, only to dig yourself deeper.
Joel chuckles and then leans forward, pressing your lips to your forehead to stop you. âI knew what you meant, baby girl.â
He gets out of the car and then comes around to open your door. When you left the bar tonight you tried to open your door, again, and he scolded you gently. He smiles to himself that youâve listened finally, that or youâre just too tired and he should really be taking you home. But when he helps you out of the car and meets your gaze again you look anything but tired. Need and arousal flood his system as he takes you in, lips slightly parted and eyes dancing around his face. Your words from the bathroom ring in his ears. I need more, Mister Miller.
He snaps, lips slamming against yours, your hands immediately finding the curls at the nape of his neck; the only hair you can reach because of the cowboy hat still proudly perched on top of his head. He lifts you, moaning at the feeling of your toned thighs wrapping around his waist. He moves on instinct, closing the car door and walking into the house while the two of you fervently kiss in a mix of tongue and teeth. You nip at his bottom lip as he walks into the marble foyer. He closes the garage entry door and presses you against it, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, His cock is painfully hard behind his pants.
âI need you,â you whine after your lip is free from his mouth.
âWhat do you need?â
You kiss at his neck, hands moving to loosen his tie. âI need you to fuck me, please, Mister Miller.â
I love you.Â
He keeps you pinned to the door, his one hand grabbing yours and pinning them above your head. How many times is he going to have you in the position, fighting against what youâre begging for? Hopefully, it never stops.
âMy sweet girl, you know I canât do that.â It physically hurts him to turn you down.
You pout at him before speaking, âThen just be naked with me, I need to feel your skin on mine. Please?â
He kisses you again and starts to move the two of you towards the stairs. Between kisses, he says, âWhat happened to that shy girl who couldnât even tell me she wanted me to dominate her?âÂ
You laugh against his lips, âSheâs been corrupted.â
âIâm a bad man,â he hums with a laugh and walks up the stairs with you plastered to his chest; one hand around the globes of your ass, the other tucking your head into his neck so he can see where heâs stepping. The moment you reach the top of the stairs he pulls your face back to his to kiss you again.
âThis is where it happened,â you say, as he passes the office.Â
âWhere what happened?â He says, pulling back to look at you, his eyebrows draw in in confusion and the black Stetson he forgot he was wearing falls forward slightly. You take the hat off his head, looking at him all wide-eyed and amused.Â
âThe corruption,â you say with a wink. Joel snorts in response and then his lips are back on yours. He has missed having this mix of passion and humour with someone.
When he passes over the threshold of his bedroom he places you on your feet. He told himself he wouldnât ever have you here. No, not told, promised, because he knew what having here would mean. But you made him fall in love with you anyway. The air in the bedroom feels thicker, and his breathing quickens as he looks at you. The only light that trickles in is from the hallway. He takes in your sparkling eyes, your lips, puffy from his kisses and light nips; the perfect curls of your hair are slightly dishevelled and truthfully - he has never found you more beautiful.Â
I love you.Â
You
Butterflies assault your stomach as you stare at Joel. He takes the hat from you and tosses it gently on the foot of the bed behind you. The room is deafeningly silent, only the sounds of both of your quickened breathing and thundering heartbeats fill the void. You stand frozen, the heels of your strappy black sandals sinking into the plush carpet of his bedroom. You remember when you carried his sheets to the washing machine just a few weeks ago, being surrounded by the delicious scents of ash and leather. You had no idea who Joel was then, the man in this house was just a fantasy in your mind. You wait for him to make the first move. Finally, his thick fingers find the zipper along your side.Â
âAre you sure about this?â He says, his voice is hoarse, and you can tell heâs nervous. You wish knowing that would calm you, but truthfully it just makes your heart burst even more. This morning, the thought of anyone, but especially Joel, having feelings for you was ridiculous, but now you arenât so sure itâs that absurd after all.
âYes, Mister Miller. I just - I needâŚâ he watches you patiently. Playing with the small metal zipper pull.Â
âDonât be shy, sweet girl. Just tell me what you need.âÂ
âI need to feel your skin against mine. Please.âÂ
He pulls at the zipper as his lips meet your neck. âI love when you ask so politely. My good girl, arenât you?âÂ
âMm-hmm,â you hum, fighting the sway of your legs to stay upright.Â
If heâs calling you yours, thatâs Joel speaking. Not his dom alter ego.Â
Joelâs fingers come to the thin straps along your shoulders. The warmth of his hands against your skin causes you to shiver. He drags the straps down your arms and then frowns at the tape holding the dress to your chest. He tugs gently and you gasp at the pull of the tape. Before you can protest, the sting is soothed by his lips, kissing the sore, pink skin. He does the same thing after tugging the other side and the silky black dress pools at your feet.Â
You watch the muscles of Joelâs throat flex as he swallows, eyes trailing down your body. âTurn around.â
You spin on the balls of your feet, careful to not catch your heels on the carpet. âSo you need to feel me, is that right, sweet girl?âÂ
You nod your head. âYes, Mister Miller.âÂ
One of his hands comes to gently rest on your shoulder and instinctively lean into his touch. His fingers whirl around as he traces down your shoulder blade and then back up to your neck. âI canât believe how beautiful you looked tonight. I kept getting pulled away from you every time I tried to get back to you. It was killing me to be away from you.âÂ
You let your eyes close as his fingers run down your spinal column. You feel his heat leave your back and then his lips sponge kisses along the globes of your ass, his hands holding your hips possessively.
âYou were such a good girl tonight. Outside of the little singing stunt,â he says between kisses. Every spot that took the punishment of his palm is given attention. âBut you paid for that, didnât you sweet girl?âÂ
You giggle quietly before saying. âYes, Mister Miller. Thank you, but I canât promise I wonât do it again.âÂ
âGood,â he laughs, standing up behind you. You hear the unmistakable sound of his silk tie being pulled off. âBecause I donât want you to ever stop teasing me.âÂ
He tosses the tie towards his dresser. Before you know it, heâs spun you around and lifted you into his arms again. Your body knows just what to do, your legs clamping around his waist on their own. He captures the squeak that leaves your lips with his mouth. Nothing makes you melt faster than the feel of Joelâs lips on yours. Theyâre soft but firm, his tongue warm against yours as he takes what he wants from you and thereâs no way youâre not going to let him.Â
He sits you on the dresser and plants his hands on each side of you as your hands move to work the buttons on his shirt. His lips never leave yours.Â
âI need you,â you whine as you get the first few buttons undone. The heat of his chest skimming against your fingertips has a fresh wave of arousal coat your already soaked pussy.Â
Joel moans needily at your confession as he pulls back slightly. He rips at his shirt, buttons burst before he tears it off and stands shirtless in front of you. Your eyes trail down his strong broad chest, stopping on the prominent bulge behind his pants. Your hands fly to his belt. He watches you with rapt fascination as you work the buckle and then the button of his pants.Â
As you move to the zipper, his fingers go to the lace of your panties. He growls as he splits the fabric.Â
âJoel!â You gasp. âThose were thirty dollars!âÂ
He grabs your leg, placing the ball of your foot on his chest,unbuckling your shoe. âI just ruined an $800 dress shirt. Iâll buy you more.âÂ
The shoe hits the floor and he grabs your other foot, his eyes locking to yours as he commands, âAnd itâs Mister Miller. Iâve been lenient with you. Another mistake and you will be punished - severely.âÂ
For such harsh words, heâs being so careful with the small golden buckle on your shoe. âYes, Mister Miller,â you say sweetly, batting your lashes innocently.Â
âFeet up on the dresser. Spread your legs for me, sweet girl.âÂ
You lean back slightly, hands being used as an anchor behind you, placing your heels on the edge of the dresser. Cool air hits your drenched cunt and you fight yet another shiver. Youâre spread wide for Joel, every single thing on display for him. He looks at you like you hung the moon and your heart flips behind your ribs. You suddenly feel like you did the first time the two of you spoke in his kitchen, his gaze is too much, too intense, and it becomes nearly impossible for you to not yell out that you love him, so you look away, your eyes falling to his strong chest.
âEyes up here,â he murmurs as he takes the smallest step back.Â
Your mouth goes dry as you look back up at him. In your peripheral you can see his hands going to his belt, the sound of the buckle jingling tempts you to look down. âAtta girl, stay right here with me.â
You stay in his warm coffee brown pools, flecks of gold and honey appearing as the soft light of his bedroom hits him. I love you.
He bends slightly, his pants and boxers falling to the ground. You try to swallow once, twice, never leaving his gaze as the rest of his clothing comes off. You swear that time stops, the two of you are suspended in a moment thatâs all yours. He steps forward and you can feel the heat of his skin against your entire body, you melt into his warmth.
âYou want to look, donât you?â he taunts.
âYes, Mister Miller,â you hum.
 The soft tip of his cock gently nudges at your clit and you gasp. âLook down, baby.â
You peel your eyes away from his, looking down to see where his body caresses against yours. The tip of his impossibly hard cock, precum glistening as it leaks for you, pressing lightly to your soft and swollen clit. His piercing lays flat against his pelvis and you remember what he said about there being benefits to it. You try to memorize the sight in front of you. As filthy and debauched as this is, itâs also passionate and beautiful; it's the epitome of Mister Miller and your time with him.Â
âFuck, sweet girl. Your pussy is so prettyâŚand soft.â You watch as he wraps his hand around the thick base of his cock and rocks his hips. His cock slides easily along the warm folds of your drenched cunt, you swear you can feel the ridge of the underside of the tip as he says, âWho has you this turned on? Huh, sweet girl?â
âYou,â you whimper as your legs start to tremble.
âGod damn,â his voice now matching yours, âHowâd I get so lucky.â
This time you know heâs not asking you a question, yet you hum in agreement as his cock slides back over your clit, the swollen nub relishing in the friction and the feel of him against you. You hope heâs going to keep going, you want to feel him inside of you more than you need oxygen. Instead, his other hand slips between the two of you, his strong digits teasing at your entrance. He slides along your clit again as one of his fingers pushes inside of you.Â
âIs this ok?â He whispers.
âYesyes - fuuuuck, Mister Miller.â A bead of pre cum lands on your mound at the sound of pleasure passing your lips.Â
âSuch a good girl for me. Already learning how to take me so well.â His finger slips out as a second joins it. âSheâs begging for it, tryinâ to suck me in. So tight, my gorgeous sweet girl.â
Your foreheads meet and it all becomes too much again. You close your eyes as his fingers finally fill you. âDonât stop,â you whine desperately.
His hips pick up their pace, pressing harder along your most sensitive spots. You get that floating feeling again. Heâs so close to exactly how you need him, how you want him. The voice from your now-exploded box of feelings adds, âFor the rest of your lifeâ.Â
You keep your eyes closed, sparks of pleasure occasionally flickering behind them. Youâre getting closer to your high with every press of his body against yours. You know if you opened your eyes youâd be able to fall over the edge, but you arenât ready to be done imagining how it would look if his cock was doing what his fingers were right now.Â
âI can feel youâre getting close, baby. Clenchinâ my fingers so hard.â His voice is full of admiration, not a tone youâre used to hearing in moments like this. You used to think that you had a first love, and while none of your exes ever mistreated you, they also didnât look at you or speak to you the way Joel Miller does.Â
His pace increases again as he curls his fingers forward, your body jolts up with the newly applied pressure behind your clit. You grip his shoulders to ground yourself, the inside of your thighs start to ache, but youâre not going to let your feet fall from the dresser. Truthfully, the burning ache only seems to intensify the pleasure at the apex of your thighs.
âOpen your eyes, watch how good your pussy looks against me.â
âI ca-canât. âM so close. I donât - oh fuck - donât wanna be done.âÂ
âJust because you come, it doesnât mean we are done, sweet girl. Iâm not ready to be done. I want you to come as many times as you need to.â He presses his cock down against your clit harder as he speaks.
Before you can even take your next breath your orgasm washes over you. It hits hard and for a second you think your throat is constricted, but just as the wall of your pussy relaxes and begins to flutter, a euphoric scream frees itself from your airway. You start to pant, your body falling back to rest on the wall behind you. Joel falls forward with you, and just when you think youâre about to come down from your high, the pressure at this angle sends the strongest wave of your orgasm through you and you begin to gush around his fingers.Â
âThatâs my good fuckinâ girl. Soak me.â Pride swells in his eyes as you chant his dominant name like a prayer. Your breathing starts to even and he slows his fingers and hips, ensuring not to send you into any overstimulation. Iâm not ready to be done yet. He slowly removes his fingers, then wraps his arm around you to pull you up. Your feet fall from the dresser and the relief your muscles feel causes you to let out a pleasurable sigh.
Joel
He needs more, so much more, but waits for you - taking a few slow breaths in time with yours. When he sees you coming back down to earth he slides the tip of his cock up and down. At this angle, thereâs no risk of accidentally slipping so he runs himself along every part he can reach.Â
âKiss me,â you mumble, bringing your face towards his. He captures your lips in a sweet kiss, a kiss heâs sure you can tell isnât the way a dom kisses his sub. He realizes at that moment that heâs never kissed you that way. No, heâs always kissed you with everything he had, giving himself to you piece by piece.Â
More. His inner voice growls. Iâll never come back up for air now.
Joel whispers your name between kisses and you both pull back just enough to see each other's faces. âWhen we got here, you said you wanted me to fuck you. Do you still want that?â
He watches your eyes dance around him. Confusion, fear, excitement and arousal line yours before you pull back from him. He scolds himself for saying it. Of course youâre going to panic, this is supposed to be a safe space. He set a complete ban on sex before he even met with you the first time. Itâs right there, in his dom profile; because thatâs what he is, heâs your dom. You can come here and beg for it, because you know itâs a safe place where it wonât happen.Â
He prepares himself for you to slap him or yell at him. Instead, you say, âMister Miller, I donât want you to do anything that you donât want to. This was a hard limit for you, and where I very much want to, I donât want you to break any promise to yourself.â
He let his eyelids fall shut, for the first time, he doesnât want to be Mister Miller. He wants to be Joel.Â
I love you.
Goosebumps break out along his skin as you drag your hands up to his neck, fingers scraping along the back of his scalp. âTalk to me.â
âJust call me Joel,â he says through the boulder thatâs lodged in his throat.Â
He feels your warm lips meet his cheek, kissing him softly before you clear your throat quietly and then whisper into his ear. âPlease fuck me, Joel. Fuck me or I might die or go insane.â
âAgain,â he growls.
âFuck me, Joel.â You say, louder and with more conviction than the last time.
He scoops you off the dresser, your soft naked thighs tightening around his waist and he steals your squeal with his lips, kissing you hard with hurried passion. Heâll worry tomorrow about what getting you to call him Joel means, all he knows at this moment is that he needs to hear that you need him just as much as he needs you.Â
  He lays you on the bed, pressing down into your warmth. He can feel how wet you are as you grind up into him. His lips grow hungrier, kissing every bit of your face and neck he can reach, relishing in the feel of your hands running up and down his biceps, your short nails scraping his skin occasionally.Â
âAre you sure you want to do this?â He asks before fusing his lips to your neck.
Your feet fall to the bed and you arch into him. âYes, Joel.âÂ
He raises to his knees, unclipping the chains around your body and then working with you to slip your ruined panties off. He reaches over to the bedside table to get a condom, using his teeth to peel the foil open and sliding it on. Youâre always completely at his mercy, but this time heâs wholly at yours. One of his hands grips your hip, the other wraps around his cock as he takes in all your soft smooth skin, and memorizes the constellations that your freckles make along your body. Your breasts heave with each shallow inhale and shake beautifully with each exhale. Finally, his gaze meets yours, your eyes filled with every emotion heâs feeling.Â
âThereâs no safeword anymore, my sweet girl. If you tell me to stop, I will.â
You nod as he lines himself up, the warmth of your tight entrance calling to him. Joel pushes gently, your hips rising to encourage him. His balls tighten at the feeling of you wrapped tightly around the tip.Â
âSo tight, sweet girl.â He falls forward, both forearms beside your head to keep his weight off of you.Â
The two of you rock in tandem, working more of him into you. âOh god, Joel. More,â you moan.
There was a time when he told you to only call him Joel, it was the only name you could use that would keep this side of him from taking over. But now, hearing your voice say his name in the needy little vibrato, itâs having the same effect as when you call him Mister Miller. Heâs sure you know exactly how he feels, and heâs now certain that you feel the same way.Â
Your hips grind into his and pleasure spikes through his entire body. Heâs fully seated inside of you now, your tight pussy squeezing him sweetly. He buries his face into your neck, lavender hypnotizing him. Everything he can see, hear, smell and feel is you. His sweet girl.Â
âMore, please, more.â You whine, circling your hips.Â
His jaw flexes as he fights his bodyâs instinct to come. He pushes down with his hips to still you. âI need a minute, sweet girl. Shit - you feel too good.â
Your soft giggle at his confession causes your pussy to flex tighter around him. A shiver runs up his spine, âBaby, please donât. Just stay still, please.â
He pulls himself away from your neck, his hips flexing forward. He watches your eyes widen as his piercing presses right where itâs meant to. You gasp and clench his hips with your thighs. He smirks, now flooded with desire and determination to fuck you until neither of you can walk.Â
âReady?â He says, his voice deep.
âI think - Joel, fuck - I mightâŚâÂ
His animalistic side kicks in, he pulls out to the tip and then slams back in, swivelling his hips so his piercing stimulates your clit, which heâs sure still must be sensitive from earlier, before pulling back and repeating.Â
âThink you might what?â He demands, keeping his gaze locked on yours as he fucks you.
âIâm gonna - gonna come.â You moan between thrusts.
âSo fuckinâ needy. Arenât you?â You met each of his thrusts with a flick of your hips. Even with the condom, you feel better than he could have ever imagined. All the things he wants to do to you run through his mind; he wants to take you from behind, or watch your tits bounce as you ride him, he pictures you strapped to the spanking bench in his room at the club. But right now he just wants to worship every inch of you. He wants to show you how you should be treated and loved.Â
The words are on the tip of his tongue. I love you.Â
He shifts his weight, one arm hooking under your leg so he can take you deeper. âSweet girl, I want to feel you come on my cock.âÂ
âFuckfuck donât stop.â He peppers your jawline with kisses.Â
âKiss me,â he whispers. He tilts his head, parting his lips for your warm tongue. Joel starts fucking you faster. He breaks the kiss, âCome for me, baby girl.âÂ
âAre we going to be done if I do?â You ask.Â
âNo, baby.â He huffed a laugh, his hand pushing the hair away thatâs started to stick to your forehead. âNever. Iâm never going to be done with you.âÂ
âJoel - oh my god.â He feels you getting tighter and tries to distract his thoughts. Heâs not ready to be done, but heâs not young anymore so he canât risk finishing quite yet. âYour - your piercing.â
âLet go,â he says into your lips. He feels it then, that infinitesimal tightening of your pussy around his length before it begins to flutter. Your whine fills his head. He watches the pleasure fill your face, he swears he can see the clouds that form around your vision as you look deep into his eyes and succumb to your high. Your soft body quivers beautifully underneath him, âThatâs my girl.â
The primal need to fuck you hard into his mattress simmers his skin. Not yet, not this time. Sheâs too perfect right now.Â
âTell me how it feels, sweet girl.â
Between pants you moan out, âSo good, Joel.â
Your body begins to slow beneath him as your orgasm crests and he gives himself a mental pep talk to hold on just a bit longer. His cock is achy with the need to come, and itâs going to be slightly tortuous to stop, but he wants to take you at least one more time before you both fall into what is sure to be an exhausted sleep.Â
His lips come to your shoulder. âI love fucking you. Your pussy was made for me.â
Your nails scrape at his back. âItâs t-too much. Fuck. SorryâŚsorry.â
Joel stills his hips, releasing your leg and pushing his weight off of you, but doesnât pull away. Your eyes are clenched tight, âLook at me, sweet girl.â
Your eyes pop open, pupils blown in pleasure and love. Thereâs no denying it now, he knows you feel the same. âDonât be sorry.â
Your cheeks flush slightly, âBut youâre not, you didnât yet.â
âIf you canât say it, you shouldnât be doing it.â
âYou didnât get to come yet,â you whisper.
âI donât want to yet. Iâm going to let you catch your breath and then youâre going to climb onto my lap and really learn what that piercing can do.â He winks and then gives you a small smile before slipping out of you. He rolls onto the mattress beside you, removing the condom and dropping it into the waste bin beside the bed.Â
He hears you hiss, panic clogs his throat as he whips back towards you. âWhatâs wrong?â
You nod towards his almost impossibly hard cock. âThat looks painful.â
âIâm ok, sweet girl.â He pulls you in, melting at the way your body molds so perfectly to his. He kisses your forehead, âYouâre incredible.â
âYou too.â You nuzzle deeper into him, your warm breath hitting his chest and your leg wrapping around his.Â
Thereâs a few minutes of comfortable silence before you speak, âHey Joel?â
âMm-hmm?â
âI think we should ditch the condom.â He pulls back as you look up at him, âYou have a vasectomy. I have an IUD. We had recent test results as per the club's rules.â
Joel swallows. Not wearing a condom, even though he had his vasectomy over a decade ago, has never been an option. Another rule of JMKink is that you have to be wearing a condom during all penetrative activities; even if the person youâre fucking is your husband or wife. It hits Joel then that the only person heâs felt that intimately before is Tiffany.Â
âAre you sure? I know the chances of getting pregnant are very slim, but you got into law school today, I donât want to risk anything.â
âIâm sure,â you hum. âIâm also sure that you should put that cowboy hat back on for the next round.â
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It's a Love Story - Chapter 5
Summary:
Azriel's shadows find their master a wife.
Azriel would just really like his heart not to get broken again.
And Sky...well, she's just really surprised that that far too handsome male is interested in her at all.
Warning:
Rhys Bashing (as usual), I classified this as Azriel x OC, even when it't technically Azriel x Sellyn Drake (but we kinda know nothing about Sellyn Drake other than that she writes books so Sky is kinda an OC), Cassian is kinda a good guy for once, Azriel has a horrible time, as usual... Stuttering, toxic families (For once I do not mean the IC), Self-Esteem Issues, Secret Identity, Body Image Issues, Fat Shaming, People being utterly horrible.
If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please take care of your own mental health and don't read it.
âWhereâs Az?â Mor asked as Nesta and Cassian entered the dining room at the River House.
âBusy,â Cassian said with a shrug, as he pulled out the chair for his mate, greeting the rest of their family with a smile.Â
Mor cocked her head, a small frown appearing on her face. "Busy?" she repeated, a note of curiosity in her voice. "What's he up to?"
Busy. That had been Azrielâs answer to nearly everything after Koshei. Busy.
Even quieter than usual. Keeping away from all of themâŚand Cassian still heard that one sentence echo in his head. Better me than you. Like somehow Cassians life was worth more than Azrielâs.
Azriel was just being noble and self-sacrificing as usual, right? Cassian knew that his brother didn't really think that way, didn't really believe that his life was worth less than anyone else's. But still, the words haunted him. He couldn't shake the feeling that somehow, somewhere, he had let Azriel down. That he hadn't been there when his brother had needed him the most.
Maybe he should have tried to talk to him...when it all went down⌠but then he hadn't realised what exactly was even going on, until Nesta had flatly laid it out for him one evening. Azriel had gotten over Mor only to fall in love with Elain...and that hadn't ended in his favour either.
Cassian grimaced just thinking about it. Azriel deserved to be happy. Azriel deserved a mate that loved him, a female that fucking adored himâŚand instead his brother had fallen not just for one, but two unavailable females.Â
And Azriel hadnât complained. Not once. He had never let it show.
He always kept his emotions hidden under that stoic mask of his, like he was afraid of letting anyone see how much he was hurting. Cassian knew that Azriel would never ask for help, that he would never admit that he needed someone to talk to. But that didn't mean that he didn't need it.Â
Cassian just wished that he could find a way to get Azriel to open up, to let him inâŚthat wouldnât involve beating him to a bloody pulp.Â
Azriel acted like everything was fine. Azriel acted like he didn't care. Cassian knew that it was a mask, knew that it wasn't the truth...but Azriel liked to pretend it was...and maybe it was better to let him pretend.Â
It wasn't like he was hurting anybody with it, right? He was doing his work just as well as he always did...and if he wanted to spend his free time reading Sellyn Drake books, maybe they should just let him do thatâŚmaybe it made him feel better.Â
"Maybe he's seeing his secret girlfriend," Cassian drawled.
Mor snorted at that suggestion. "Please," she said with a roll of her eyes. "As if Azriel would ever have time for a girlfriend, let alone a secret one."
"You would be surprised," Cassian muttered under his breath. Apparently Azriel had time for reading Sellyn Drake novels while locked into his room, after all.Â
"What's that supposed to mean?" Mor wondered. "He has been...distant lately," she said with a pout.
Cassian could only stare at her. Mor couldn't be serious right now, could she?
Of course, Azriel was distant to her. Mor had fucking broken his heart and trampled on it to top it off. And Cassian had helped her with through the years. He probably owed Azriel an apology for that as well.
And still, Azriel hadnât complained. Azriel hadnât called them out. Azriel had taken it silently. Had even congratulated Mor when her Mating Bond with Emerie had snapped. Had been painfully polite, making painfully sure that he didnât cross any lines, didnât make Emerie uncomfortable in any way.Â
"Just leave him be," Cassian said with a shrug. "He's reading Sellyn Drake novels, he'll be fine,â he waved her off.Â
Rhys nearly spit his wine over the table and instead started coughing violently. "Azriel is reading Sellyn Drake novels?!" he asked Cassian with an incredious stare.
"Apparently he has trust in Nesta's taste of literature," Cassian answered easily.
Mor raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Sellyn Drake novels?" she repeated, eyeing Cassian like he had gone mad. "Since when does Azriel read those kinds of books? He's not exactly the...romantic type."
Or maybe there just never had been a single person that had appreciated that side of his brother. Who knew what Azriel actually was into.Â
Elain and Mor werenât similar in the slightest after all.Â
Cassian shrugged. "Maybe he's expanding his horizons," he said with a grin. "Or maybe he just wants to see what the fuss is all about. After all, Sellyn Drake is...surprisingly good. Or so I've heard, anyway." He gave a sidelong glance to Nesta, who simply rolled her eyes at him.
Still, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rhys play absentmindedly with the stem of the wine glass. There was something there...between Rhys and Azriel that Cassian couldn't quite put his finger on. Some kind of tension...some kind of...something.
But lately, it had seemed like that tension had only been getting worse. Like they were both holding something back, like they were both waiting for the other shoe to drop. Cassian couldn't help wondering what would happen when that tension finally snapped.
***
"Winnowing or flying?" Azriel asked Sky as they stepped out into the icy early winter air.
"I...I can't...fly?" Sky answered haltingly, looking at him with these devastating blue eyes. They were beautiful. Not a light blue, not a teal, not bordering on violetâŚjust beautiful near cobalt blue. She probably would match his siphons, he reflected weakly.Â
"I'll fly, I'll carry you," he gave back with a chuckle. She stared at him like he was insane, her cheeks reddening.
"I...I...you...can...can't carry me. I am too...heavy," she mumbled. Now it was his turn to stare at her.
Azriel couldn't help but scoff at that. "Too heavy?" he repeated, shaking his head in disbelief. "I'm an Illyrian warrior,â he told her drily. âI could carry a full-grown male into battle if I had to,and I have dragged full-grown males off the battlefieldâŚI can carry you.âÂ
Azriel couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. Was she...was she seriously trying to tell him that she was too heavy for him to carry? She just so reached the middle of his chest! She definitely wasn't thin...her body was covered with soft flesh and lush curves, every inch of it soft and inviting...but even if she weighed twice her weight, he would easily be able to carry her. She would probably weigh next to nothing to him.
And yet, he could sense the insecurity in her voice, the way she didn't quite believe that he could carry her.
He stepped closer to her, placing his hand gently under her chin and tilting her head up so that she was looking directly into his eyes. "You are beautiful," he said softly, his voice full of warmth and sincerity. "And I don't care how much you weigh, I can carry you. I want to carry you. Because you are mine and I will always protect you, no matter what."
Her breath hitched at that, and he could see the warmth spreading through her cheeks as her heart began to race. She looked up at him with those stunning blue eyes of hers, her lips parted slightly in surprise and wonder. "You...you really mean that?" she whispered, her voice soft and shaky. "You...you don't mind how big I am?"
Azriel chuckled softly, shaking his head. "No, sweetheart, I don't mind," he said gently. "I think you are absolutely perfect just the way you are. And if I have to carry you to prove it, then that is what I will do." And without another word, he scooped her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest as easily.
She squeaked as they shot up in the sky and then she laughed, the sound bright and beautiful
They soared through the sky together, the wind blowing through their hair and clothes as they flew. The City of Starlight sprawled out beneath them, a beautiful tapestry of color and light. Azriel held her close, feeling the warmth of her body against his, the sound of her heartbeat pulsing in rhythm with his own. He knew that he could never tire of this feeling, of having her in his arms like this.
Sky looked up at him with a smile, her eyes shining with happiness and excitement. "I love this," she breathed.
How very fitting it was for the female that called herself Sky to love flying.
"Good," Azriel said softly, his voice full of warmth. "Because we can do this anytime you want, sweetheart."
They soared higher and higher, until the city below them was nothing but a sparkling sea of lights. Azriel was in his element up here, his wings powerful and graceful as they sliced through the air. He could feel the wind whipping through his hair, the cold night air stinging his skin. But he didn't mind, not with her in his arms. In fact, he felt more alive than he had in months. Years, even.
He flew a loping circle over Velaris, towards the Lake House the shadows had purchased and he thanked them mentally for their foresight. He couldn't very well bring Sky home to the House of Wind...but here...he could take her. It was private and safe...and if the expression of her face was anything to go by, she loved it.
He angled his body towards the Lake House, gliding towards it with expert precision. As they approached, Azriel saw the soft glow of the lights in the windows, the gentle sway of the curtains in the breeze. The lake glittered in the moonlight, the surface of the water undisturbed and serene. It was the perfect place to bring her, a place that he felt she would love just as much as he did.
"You live here?" she wondered, wonder in her voice as she took in the sight.
Azriel felt a warm swell of pride in his chest as he landed smoothly on the deck of the house. "Yes," he said simply, his eyes fixed on her face, watching as she marveled at the house. "I wanted a private place," he admitted. "Somewhere quiet and peaceful, where I could escape from the chaos of my life for a little while.I haven't been there long though, itâs still a work in progressâŚ" he warned her. More like 2 hours before he had met her. "But I love it."
He set her down gently, his hands lingering on her waist for a moment before he stepped back. "Come on," he said softly, holding out his hand to her. "Let me show you inside."
The shadows skittered inside as soon as he opened the door, like a bunch of little busybodies, rightening the curtains there, fluffing pillows on the couch...It seemed to amuse Sky though. "You must ne...never have to deal with a mes...messy kitchen," she teased him
Azriel chuckled at that. "No, the shadows don't like when things are out of place,â he admitted.
It wasn't a lie. But then he didn't like it either.Â
Like a moth pulled to the flame, Sky was pulled towards his bookcases, fingertips tripping over the spines as she hungrily read the titles.
Azriel suddenly hoped that the shadows had put something other than Sellyn Drake novels in the bookcase, because otherwise he was going to look like a fucking stalker.
He watched with a mix of amusement and apprehension as she examined the bookshelves, his heart pounding in his chest. *Please,* he silently pleaded to the shadows, *please tell me you didn't leave those Sellyn Drake novels on the shelf.* Because if she saw those, it would be disastrous.
The shadows seemed weirdly frozen in place.
"You read Sel...Sellyn Drake?" Sky asked him, sounding delighted and shocked at the same time.
Azriel groaned inwardly, feeling his face flush with embarrassment. "I...yes, I do," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I...There is...I...I need to tell you something."
"Te...Tell me som...something?" Sky asked, turning towards him, these big beautiful eyes staring at him.
"I...It wasn't a coincidence that I was in that bar tonight," he told her, watching as she stared at him. "The shadows told me to go."
"The...The shad...shadows?" she asked him, looking utterly shocked.
"I...I told them...a few weeks ago...to...find me somebody that....that I could love...somebody that I could make happy. A wife," Azriel admitted. "You were the one they picked."
She stared at him, her mouth falling open slightly. Azriel braced himself for her reaction, not sure what to expect. Would she be angry? Scandalized? Horrified that he had sent his shadows to find him a wife?
She stared at him wide-eyed. "You...You asâŚasked yoâŚyour sha..shadows to fiâŚfind you a wiâŚwife?!" she asked him, repeating his words back at him.
He could feel his cheeks reddening but nodded nonetheless. "...are you angry?" he asked her weakly.
Sky stared at him for a moment, but then she shook her head. "No, No...no, I'm not," she repeated again, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm...I'm flatâŚflattered, actually...Though...though I am cu..curious what itâŚwhat it was about me that...madeâŚmade them pick me," she admitted.
For the first time in his life, his shadows talked to somebody other than Azriel. *We thought you would treat Master like you treat your cat,* the shadows told her brightly.
She blinked at the bunch of shadows that had gathered in front of her.
"You...You...You want me to...treat Az..Azriel like...like a cat?" she asked them incrediously.
Azriel spluttered, his cheeks burning with mortification. He hadn't expected the shadows to be so blunt, and the idea of her treating him like a cat was...well, it was absurd, to say the least. He wanted her to be his mate, his equal, not to treat him as if he were some kind of pet.
"No, no," he quickly interjected, trying to salvage the situation. "They...they don't mean it like that, Sky. The shadows have their own...unique way of looking at things. Please just...just forget they ever said that."
Sky fixed him with a look. "What do you mean?" she asked the shadows.
*You love your cat,* the shadows said quickly. *You buy him ridiculous overpriced Tuna, and you let him sleep in your bed and you scratch him behind the ears. You even knitted him a sweater!*
Azriel winced, feeling his embarrassment and mortification rising even further.Â
"That...thats not important," he mumbled, feeling like he was on the verge of spontaneously combusting from embarrassment. "The shadows...they have a habit of exaggerating things. Just...please, don't take them too seriously. I'm not expecting you to treat me like a cat, I swear."
Sky looked at him, then at the Shadows, then at Azriel again. She seemed to be lost in thought, clearly trying to decipher what the shadows meant.
"You..You want your masâŚmaster to be treâŚtreated...well?" Sky finally asked the shadows, her tone of voice serious. "You pickâŚpicked me because I...be..because I was nice to my cat?" she asked them curiously.
*You are so kind,* the shadows said softly. And so pretty. And we knew you would treat Master well and wouldn't judge him.*
Sky blushed at the compliment.
Azriel felt a sense of relief wash over him as the conversation shifted away from the whole "cat" thing. He had to admit, the shadows were right. Sky had been nothing but kind and considerate towards him since they met, and he was grateful for that. Still, he couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed by the whole situation.
"Look...I apologize for the shadows' behavior," he said to Sky, his voice soft. "They can be a bit...blunt, sometimes."
"IâŚI unâŚunderstand where they are comâŚcoming from," she said nearly thoughtfully. "They just...want to see you hapâŚhappy?" she said carefully and he nodded.
"Yes."
"Though theyâŚthey don't seem to have much of a sense of bounâŚboundaries," Sky said with a laugh. "You hid in my apartment didn't you?" she asked the shadows.
Azriel cringed as the shadows seemed to twirl in agreement. He had hoped that particular detail would have gone unnoticed, but he should have known better. Sky was too observant for her own good.
"Yes, they did," he admitted reluctantly. "I'm sorry about that. They...they have a tendency to go where they please."
Sky still mustered the shadows that were twitching in front of her
"IâŚI promâŚpromise to tâŚtreat your maâŚmaster well." Sky said seriously. "He's my mate."
Azriel felt his heart skip a beat at her words. The sound of that word coming from her lips made his knees weak.
He stepped forward, closing the distance between them and taking her hands in his. "And I promise to treat you well too," he swore fervently.Â
"And I'llâŚIâll even knit him a sweaâŚsweater," Sky continued, looking at the shadows.. "IâŚI don't know if he likes TuâŚtuna, but I'llâŚbuy him some⌠sweets."
He couldnât help but laugh at her words, feeling a surge of affection for her that was almost overwhelming. "Sky," he said softly, looking into her eyes. "You don't have to do any of that for me. Just being with you is more than I could ever ask for.But...if you are willing to knit me a sweater, I surely won't say no to it," he added with a laugh. "And maybe you could try scratching me behind the ears too, just in case the shadows are right."
He meant it as a joke, but there was a part of him that was secretly delighted by the idea of her spoiling and doting on him. Maybe, just maybe, the shadows were onto something after all.
"And...who knows, maybe I'll develop a taste for Tuna," he added, grinning playfully. "As long as it's the fancy kind, that is."
He kissed her forehead gently, holding her close for a moment longer before finally pulling away. "But SkyâŚyou donât have to do all of thatâŚJust being with you is enough."
She smiled up at him, beautiful and blinding and he couldn't help but kiss her.
As his lips met hers, Azriel felt a wave of warmth and tenderness wash over him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he deepened the kiss. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the shadows, not the world outside, nothing but her.
He broke the kiss reluctantly, resting his forehead against hers as he caught his breath.Â
"YouâŚYou can absolutely sleep in my bed with me," she whispered. "Or I'll sleep in yours," she offered, a grin on her face... and that was all he needed to hear, as he picked her up again.
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*strolls into tumblr and falls on my face pretending I haven't been missing for like a month I was out getting the milk hello maggots*
Doctor Who But I've Never Watched It 2.0
For those of you feeling deja vu YES I HAVE MADE POSTS ON DOCTOR WHO BEFORE OKAY but back then I was a young uneducated lad, just a fresh blossom unfucked by tumblr. Now I am surrounded by you lot and by god do y'all love Doctor Who. And I am Educated. My DW virginity is deflowered. All that.
SO HERE WE GO, EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SHOW I'VE NEVER WATCHED:
The show started in 1963, and then was rebooted in 2005 and the showrunner was... Robert de Neiro? Idk all I know is he gives Pedro Pascal vibes. Like his name. His name is Robert.
There have been 15 Doctors so far. One is a lesbian and it is not Jodie Whittaker, it is actually the 12th doctor.
There's someone called the Master. I don't know what that means, or if it's some kind of BDSM thing, but he has intense sexual tension with the Doctor.
He's also emo and has bleached hair and is kinda babygirl. And is called Missy.
The Doctors all have intense trauma and the 15th Doctor kind of girlbossed it by leaving David Tennant intact when they binary-fissioned.
Donna is a person played by Catherine... Tate? Not Hepburn. And she knows less about Doctor Who than I do. And Donna is in a QPR with the David Doctors (there are two of them).
David Doctor loves Donna very much. And then he kills her. But doesn't kill her. And then they have dinner together with her husband and kid.
The original show had shitty effects. The new show does too, and everyone is happy about this.
Rose is someone the David Doctor is in love with and then she ends up with a human AU of him and he leaves and the fans are very divided and passionate about this.
The human AU is called Tentoo because y'all hate using W's. What the fuck is Tentoo. What is Nuwho. Why isn't it New and Two. Help me.
THERE IS SOMETHING CALLED THE TARDIS, IT IS BIGGER ON THE INSIDE, I HAVE HAD WEIRD DREAMS WHERE IT WAS A FUCKING AUTO-RICKSHAW WITH RIBBONS FOR SEATBELTS, AND IT IS BLUE AND NOT YELLOW BUT IT WAS YELLOW IN MY DREAM. Because of a Drarry fanfic that I misread.
The 15th doctor dances homoerotically with someone during the French Revolution.
The 9th doctor kinda vibes with like his head jiggling idk I've only seen one gif of him.
The 13th doctor keeps forgetting she's in a woman's body.
It is all very gay.
David Tennant's arms are too long.
The sexiest person is a head.
The Meep's pronouns are Meep. Meep is not friend. IF NOT FRIEND THEN WHY FRIEND SHAPED??????
A buttcheek skin talks or something yeah this is all I got.
have at it y'all @robinprinceofchaos @multidimensional-trashcan @wispedvellichor @queermarzipan thanks for the second hand brainrot
*sneaks away under the cover of night* i was never here
#doctor who#nuwho#dr who#david tennant#ncuti gatwa#jodie whittaker#dw spoilers#13th doctor#12th doctor#dw fandom#dw summary#tenrose#tentoo#donna noble#10th doctor#14th doctor#I AM VERY CONFUSED I AM STILL NOT SURE I GOT EVERYTHING BUT OH WELL#weirdly specific but ok#asmi#maggots
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Also: Building community is not just an outreach tool. It is a tool of keeping ourselves safe and keeping resources available to all. Offering things on social media like rides to abortion clinics, or diy hrt, or anything else that is perhaps not-totally-legal in all places, is not a great strategy. For one, you shouldn't trust strangers on the internet with information that sensitive, so those you are offering those services to would do well not to trust you. If you want to meaningfully contribute to providing things such as the above, or even more legal-but-logistically-complex things like feeding a large number of people, handing out narcan, etc, you need to organize in person. How do you organize in person? By meeting people in person, aka building community.
If this is your goal, you can start with people who are very similar to you! You don't have to start by reaching out to Alt Right David or even Annoying Uncle Bill - you can start by going to a local show or a group that meets at the library or hanging out with your D&D group when you're not actively playing D&D. Then, you have friends that you can rely on to take care of you, and who you might be able to plan some cool mutual aid shit with. I've been working on building community for awhile, at first not intentionally and lately very intentionally, and here's how I met the group of friends I started a monthly free store with:
1. Met Friend A at a choir thing since I like to sing and was looking for friends after moving somewhere new. Friend A ultimately left choir but we stayed friends, and at one point I told Friend A I'm ace.
2. Friend A said, "oh you'd love my friend B, who's also ace! She's doing a comedy show, let's go see her perform together and then you can meet her!"
3. Friend B and I become friends, and start a local peer support group for aspec people, based mostly on Friend B's existing communities and our sheer determination.
4. Fast forward a year and a half, Friend C comes to our aspec peer support group and I become friends with her.
5. Friend C and I are talking about activism, and Friend C says a lot of the things I'm interested in aligns with what Friend D has talked to her about. Friend C introduces me to Friend D.
6. Independently, I have been building a community space on my street, in the rough neighborhood of where Friend C, Friend D, and I live.
7. Friend D and I want to create a solarpunk future but decide to start small. Friend D ropes in several of his friends, one of whom I happen to know from the community space mentioned in 6.
8. This group of friends runs a free store once a month in the community space, open for all to donate to and all to attend. As we find out about others who are doing/want to do similar things, we try to join forces. In this way we've expanded from just a free store to a free store + clothing swap, and we're only on our third time hosting it.
All of these friends are lefty, and all of them are queer in some way or another. The free store friends are explicitly anarchist, like me. I think OP's point is useful for deradicalization and for growing the movement, but if you are alone and you are scared, encouragement to build community is just as much about finding your people in person as it is about forming coalitions with those different in you.
Another important note is that finding people like you should be a starting point, not an ending point. The goal of this is not to find friends, though that's a good start. The goal is to build dual power, which is done by working together with others and having open doors to join the movement. Once you've found some friends or communities, work to ensure that they are open to all, that you are reaching the people who most need the work you are doing, and that you are not simply making yourself feel good or just having a good time with your friends.
Activism is not cold-calling.
Activism is not cold-calling, and this is critically important to understand.
I'm seeing a lot of posts on here about 'building bridges' and 'finding community,' and then (extremely valid) response posts saying "BUT HOW??" And I'm going to explain something that can be very counter-intuitive: there is strategy involved in community.
As a longtime volunteer labour organizer, Iâve taken and taught many trainings on the strategy of talking. Something that surprises a lot of people is the very first thing you do in a union campaign. You sit down with your organizing committee, take out pen and paper, and literally map it out. You draw a physical map of the workplace: where are the entrances, exits, break rooms, supervisor offices. Essentially, âwhere is it safe to have a union conversation.â Then you draw another physical chart of your coworkers. You sort out who is union-friendly, openly hostile to unions, or somewhere in the middle, and then you plan out very deliberately and carefully who talks to whom and in what order.
Consider: If Vocally Leftist Jane walks up to Conservative David and says "hey what do you think about unions," David is going to shut down immediately. He's not inclined to listen to Jane. But if Jane talks to Moderate Jason and brings him into the fold, then Jason is a far more effective strategic choice to talk to David, and David may actually hear him out without an instant reaction.
IMPORTANT CAVEAT: If Conservative David turns out to be Alt-Right David, and could be dangerous to follow organizers, we write him off. We are not trying to reach Alt-Right David. We are trying to reach Conservative David, who may actually be persuaded to find solidarity with other employees as fellow workers. Jason is a safe scout to find out which one he is. It does no one any good if Leftist Jane (or even Moderate Jane who is a visible minority) talks to Alt-Right David and puts herself on his radar. Not only has she done nothing to convince Alt-Right David to join a union - she's probably actively turned him against the idea - but now she's also in danger and the entire campaign is at risk. NOBODY WANTS THIS. Jane was NOT a hero for doing this. The organizing committee was foolish and enacted a terrible strategy to everyone's detriment.
Where you can make a difference is with people who will listen to you. You having a conversation with your well-meaning but clueless Centrist Democrat Auntie, and maybe gently helping her understand some things the media has been glossing over, is way more strategically useful than you marching up to MAGA Neighbour You've Met Once and trying to "build community" or "understand" them. They don't care. They're impervious, dangerous, and cruel. But maybe your beloved auntie will think about what you said, and then talk to her friend Anna who IDs as "fiscally conservative" but didn't vote because she can't bring herself to get on board with Trump. Then perhaps Anna talks to her brother Nic who has MAGA leanings but isn't all the way there yet. Proto-MAGA Nic would not have listened to you, nor would he have listened to Centrist Democrat Auntie, but he might absorb some of what his sister is saying.
This is not a cop-out or an echo chamber. This is you spending your time and energy strategically and safely. You are not a useful activist to anyone if youâre dead. Anyone who is telling you to hurl yourself directly at MAGA assholes like cannon fodder has no understanding of the strategy behind community building, and you should feel comfortable writing them off.
Last point: If you are tired, emotionally devastated, and/or in danger: take a break. This post is for people who would feel better jumping into action, not for people who are too overwhelmed to even think about it right now. You are worth so much even if youâre not actively Doing Activism, and your rest is worth more than âa break period so you can recharge and Do More Activism.â We all deserve the individual dignity of being worthy of comfort, rest & safety just on the basis of being human, outside of whatever we're doing for others' benefit. To deny ourselves that dignity is to devalue ourselves, and thatâs the absolute last thing any of us should be doing right now.
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Alright I told myself I wouldn't interact with fandom when s2 came out, and I haven't and don't plan to except to say this about people deciding Caitlyn is the Worst or that the writing is OOC.
As someone who has had a family member violently killed, I cannot stress how much it shakes up everything you thought you were and stood for. My beliefs in proportionate compassionate justice and the rights of all human beings are some of the strongest I have (stronger now because of the way that experience affected me personally), but they were pushed to the absolute limit when it came to an individual who had killed my loved one, showed no remorse, and laughed in our faces outside court, among other things.
People generally like to believe it wouldn't be them or their peace-loving family members being talked down from seriously considering violent revenge, consequences be damned. People like to believe they wouldn't lash out at people closest to them under that pressure, that they wouldn't build walls around the kindest and most sensitive parts of themselves because those parts are the ones feeling pain you never thought possible, that they wouldn't stalk the killer, make notes on all their family and friends, and fuck up their hands punching walls in anger wishing so badly it was flesh and bone because they can't handle the fact that there's no way to turn back time to stop it all from happening. People like to think they're "better" than that. But the reality is messy and painful as hell.
With Caitlyn, she has the added guilt of having actually had the opportunity to stop Jinx before she fired the rocket, but she hesitated just long enough for it to result in the deaths of her mother and other councillors and in the cities being plunged into chaos. Not only that, but the person close to her she's lashing out at is the person who caused her to hesitate, and just so happens to be the sister of the killer.
Furthermore, her behaviour is entirely in character. We have seen her set up as someone who becomes obsessed with achieving a goal and will do pretty much anything she wants to get there. In S1, we agreed with her methods because her goal was exposing and taking down Silco, and because it led to Vi being released. In S2, she's doing a similar thing but it's fuelled by fear and a type of pain she doesn't know how to deal with, rather than being fuelled by a need to prove herself and solve a case, and it leads to her making morally questionable decisions and to hurting Vi. She admits herself, albeit privately to Vi, that she does not know what she's doing and doesn't know how to fill this hole in her chest (and the hole in the city leadership). She has been sheltered from the real world for almost all her life, and as a result she has no experience of functioning or making decisions under this kind of pressure. The real world blew up in her face in the worst way and she was given power and a loaded rifle, and then shoved into an even more elevated position by a very experienced warlord who is manipulating the shit out of the whole situation.
I'm not saying that you have free rein to hurt people when you're grieving and facing extreme stress. (If you think that's what I'm saying then idk I'm not sure there's much hope for you in terms of critical thinking skills). What I'm saying is that Caitlyn is exhibiting pretty normal human behaviour that most people would be susceptible to in those circumstances, not the behaviour of someone who is some kind of heartless abusive bastard.
TLDR: Caitlyn is being written in a way that completely makes sense and is also not OOC, and if someone told me there would be no chance of them reacting in similar ways I simply would not believe them.
#needed to get this off my chest#I just dont know why people watch media with complex characters and messages if they aren't prepared to think about it all critically#like that's literally what makes it engaging#okay I'll return to my hole now#arcane#arcane s2#arcane s2 spoilers#arcane spoilers#caitlyn kiramman#cw grief#cw family death#cw murder
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Game On. | Touya x Reader Imagine đś
LOLOL But imagine Touya fucking up into you bare for the first time...
Oh, you can't!? Well let me do it for you...
He finally has you naked in his bed like he's been dreaming about ever since you joined up with the League of Villains.
You'd knocked on his door and kissed him when he'd answered it - putting a fiery seal on 6 months of mutual pining and flirtation. You'd been so desperate for each other that he'd pulled you into his arms and kicked the door closed behind you. His lips were everywhere - your mouth, your cheeks, your pulse point. He'd unbuttoned your shirt and shed you of your clothes in record time. There was no time to be embarrassed about your nakedness - not when there's so much of Touya you still need to explore.
You pull at his hair, bite at his lips, run your hands down his toned, stapled body...there wasn't time to grab a condom, not when you need each other this badly. You were already so wet and desperate for him, he pressed his thick cock into you so easily. Touya slid into you smoothly like a knife into room temperature butter.
And so now here you are, riding him. Bouncing up and down on his cock like there's no tomorrow, like you won't need to have a serious conversation about what you mean to each other after this is all done.
Nope - no thinking. No planning ahead. Just you riding his emo fucking dick and cooing at him as he throws his head back and lets out the sluttiest little sounds you've ever heard.
His piercings and staples glint in the low light and his large hands move to grip at your hips, his touch almost bruising in intensity. His cock twitches and bullies its way up into your tight pussy as he searches for your G-spot. You gasp when he finds it, and he grins wickedly up at you when he feels you reflexively squeeze around him. He focuses in on repeating the motion again and again. Your tits bounce with the rhythm of his thrusts as he speeds up, grinding into you.
"You wanna cum, babe? You want me to fill up this tight fuckin' pussy?" He speeds up and brings a calloused thumb between the two of your bodies in order to rub at your clit. Heat pools in your lower belly and your cheeks heat up as you feel yourself at the verge of release. Touya grins up at you, wicked white teeth glimmering as he fucks you, enjoying himself.
"Don't worry about cumming too early, sweetheart. I bet I can get at least 3 orgasms out of you tonight." He flashes you a smile of bright white teeth as his cock twitches deep inside of you.
And at his inspired dirty talk, you fall over the edge and into oblivion, creaming on the cock of one of the most wanted villains in Japan. Your breath hitches in the back of your throat as you feel your pussy clench tightly around his dick, pulsing and fluttering in time with the pleasure of your orgasm.
Touya's icy blue eyes bore into your own. As he watches you cum, something in him falters and his eyes grow a fraction wider. It takes you a moment before you register what's going on - your orgasm is milking pleasure out of Touya's cock and the goddamn idiot is also cumming. His dick twitches once, twice, three times as he cums deep inside of you, fucking his ejaculate deeper and deeper into your tiny cunt.
Reading his body language you realize - his orgasm had taken you both by surprise. The goddamn idiot had thought he could holdout longer. But now here he is, filling you up to the brim with his thick baby batter.
"Fuuuuck!" He groans out, eyes fluttering shut as his hips work overtime to draw out his release. "Fuckin' hell." You feel his thick, hot ropes of cum filling you up and making the tail end of your own orgasm even more intense.
You groan as you both finish, crying out his name in such a pretty way that he doesnât know what to do. His hands grab anything they can find â your hips, your breasts, your neck. He feels so good and he craves closeness â heâd climb into your goddamn skin if he could.
When you both come down from that heaven-sent high, you fall onto his chest and nuzzle into his neck. You're absolutely spent.
âWow.â Is all you can say as you feel him gently pull out of you, cool air hitting your pussy as cum and arousal gush onto the sheets. He shifts you into a more comfortable position and you shiver as the sweat on your body cools in the AC.
âIâll last longer next time.â He says, softness creeping into his voice. He sounds...embarrassed? You smile, savoring the rare spark of vulnerability. All sense of angry bravado has been abandoned now that heâs fucked out and breathless.
âYouâd better.â You try to challenge him, but youâre too tired and too boneless to hold up your end of banter. âHold me?â
He wraps his arms around you, strong biceps flexing against your bare skin. You feel the hard metal of staples scratch lightly across your skin as you curve into him. You shift your gaze up to his beautiful face, his mouth quirked into an unsteady smile.
His ice blue eyes search your face as he croaks out: âSoâŚare we actually doing this?â
âDoing what?â You ask shakily, afraid of what his answer might be.
âYou know damn well âwhat.ââ He scowls, but his expression is softer than usual as he squeezes you to him. You can feel his heartbeat pulsing where your chests lay flush against each other. âI want you too badly. I want you to be mine.â
âLikeâŚin a hookup-fuck-buddy kinda way? Or in an intense, deep devotion relationshipy way?â You ask, suppressing a giggle as Touya scowls at you with those endless icy eyes of his.
âDonât make me say it.â He says gruffly, rolling his eyes as he looks past your face to stare hard into the cracking ceiling. âThe latter. I need you all to myself. Idiot.â
âTouya, youâre so goddamn mushy I canât stand it.â You say sarcastically, bringing up a hand to trace his sharp jawline. He fuckin leans into the touch. Heâs so whipped for you, you practically glow with the realization. âSo does that make me your girlfriend?â You tease.
He huffs, throwing you off of him and onto your back. You hit the plush mattress and sink in a bit, surprised at his sudden roughness. Seconds later heâs on top of you, kissing down your neck and sinking his teeth into your shoulder and sucking at the skin there. A bright hickey blooms quickly under his mouth and he smiles at it, content.
âIf calling you my girlfriend gives me unrestricted access to this gorgeous fuckinâ bodyâŚthen, yeah. Iâll let you be my girlfriend, sweetheart.â He whispers harshly, his fingers coming down to rub against your abused clit. You gasp, still over stimulated from your orgasm.
âYouâre such a shithead jerk, Touya.â You moan in discomfort as he slips a finger inside of you with a squelch, pushing his cum back inside of you.
âYeah, but doll Iâm youâre âshithead jerkâ now. No take backs.â
You can feel him already getting hard again against your thigh, and you spread your legs to give him better access to your pussy.
Oh you are gonna have fun with boyfriend Touya. You gasp as he curls his fingers to hit your g-spot deep inside your still-shaky cunt.
You grin wickedly up at his ceiling.
Game on.
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winners love winning - alexia putellas
Warnings: suggestive smut MDNI 18+
Wordcount: ~1.1k
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You had been a barca fan as long as you could remember, being mesmerised by the likes of Iniesta and Xavi quickly turned into being a big fan of Vicky Losada and Mariona Caldentey. So when they came knocking on your door, it was an offer you simply couldn't refuse. You settled in easily, barcelona had always been your number one holiday destination and you were quickly growing fond of the team. However you liked your captain a little more than you probably should. The two of you met during an international game, swapping shirts after you lost the game, it made the loss a little easier to take. And now, she was shining for barca, playing like she always used to. She had a certain charm and youâd be flat-out lying if you said you werenât attracted to her.
"We're going out tonight at Razzmatazz right?" You asked, as you were trying on another top. You were at Claudia's apartment with Patri and Cata, getting yourselfs ready before meeting the rest at the club. "Yes we are and your girlfriend ale, is also tagging along this time, please try to not to stare as much this time" Patri said, rolling your eyes at her comment. She teased you endlessly ever since she found about your thing for the captain. You were trying to show her a meme you saved in your tiktok favourites, but instead an edit of alexia popped up on your screen. "She's not my girlfriend, asshole" you responded whilst taking another shot. Pre-drinks at Claudia's were the usual every time you went out, it was their, and now also your way of getting ready. "We all know you wish she was" Cata mumbled, leaving you speechless looking redder than a tomato. They were planning on getting wasted and so were you, the already few days of vacation were gonna be spent on having the best time possible. First you were going out, then spending the remaining days on a group holiday, somewhere away from the public eye, preferably in Spain, before all leaving for the international break.
A few drinks in, they decided it was better to walk, the club wasn't that far away after all and some fresh air wouldn't hurt. "Mira, no more okay? SĂŠ que todas son bromas, pero no quiero arruinar la amistad" you said in a half-whisper, holding the door open for the rest to come in. (Look, i know it's all jokes, but i don't want to ruin the friendship) You had been working on your Spanish, not feeling entirely comfortable, but it being good enough to hold proper conversations with your teammates. Unsurprisingly, Alexia was the first one you greeted "Ale! You finally stopped being boring for once!" Earning you a laugh from your captain, if only she knew how much you loved it. She was wearing quite a simple outfit, a top with a blazer and a pair of jeans, yet she still looked otherworldly. Resting your gaze onto her as she spoke to Ingrid and Mapi, your phone pinged:
- Patri: just kiss her already jesus
- me: callate, hdp (shut up, asshole)
You went back to your conversation with your captain, who was also having a conversation about the ballon d'or. It took less than a minute before your phone pinged again:
- Cata: stop eyefucking her pleaseeeee
This time you chose to ignore it, instead you sat down next to Esmee and Kika, who were talking about their holiday plans.
- you were added to "15 Ă 11"
You sighed, alexias and your numbers in the squad, this was in fact gonna go on the whole night.
- Clau: we've got an offer for you
- if you get with her before we leave, we'll pay for your drinks
- Cata: and if you go home with her to play cards ;) we'll also pay for your share of the group holidays
- me: i'll do it. But to make it clear, it's cause i want her, not the money.
I went up to talk to them, before shooting my shot. "I hate you guys", you said. "No you don't." Claudia responded as you walked away. You needed a drink first before you were shooting your shot. "2 shots porfa" planning on giving one to the Catalan woman. As you were giving her the glass you said "Ale, quieres bailar? Cata said you were being boring and "mature" as always, wanna prove her wrong?" This was your one chance and you weren't gonna waste a second. The music was getting louder and you weren't leaving much room for Jesus. "Que guapa eres..." (you're so hot) she breathed out, her hand tracing along your arm. "What did you say?" You asked, playing innocent even though you heard her loud and clear. "Nada, amor, nada." (Nothing, love, nothing) She turned you around, working your back into her, when you felt your phone buzzing again.
- Patri: perrear??? Se te ve la cabeza??? (grinding??? Have you lost your mind???)
âJesus, youâre insaneâ you heard her mutter from behind you. It was just a matter of time before sheâd give in. She pulled you away from the people into a bathroom stall, locking lips before the door even closed, her hands all over you. You kissed her back fiercely, yet letting her take control. As she kept you pinned to the thin bathroom wall, her hands started wandering. However you were snapped back to reality when you heard your phone ring.
- 15x11 is calling (videocall)
Groaning as you looked at your screen, you picked up. âWhat do you guys want this time?â you asked, clearly annoyed your moment got interrupted and trying to show as little of the Catalan woman next to you as possible. âWe thought we lost youâ, it was obvious they had seen you leave with Alexia, âbut given you left with a certain someone, we think youâre all goodâ, they laughed, earning the finger. âamor, weâve got some unfinished business, donât you think?â she smiled against your lips, her hand moving along your spine. âwe really do,â you replied, pressing your lips to hers once more. âMy apartment it isâ, as she moved away to get out of the bathroom. âWeâre leaving guys!â You screamt, looking to see if your friends could hear you, as alexia was saying her goodbyes to the others.
- me: i got the girl, winners love winning
You texted, smiling whilst entering your captain's apartment. Both eager to get back to what you started.
a/n: this is my first time doing this, lmk if you got advice or anything
#barcelona femeni#woso#patri guijarro#cata coll#woso x reader#alexia putellas#alexia putellas x reader#woso imagine#futfem#barca femeni x reader
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Iâve noticed that yunho has a habit of cradling someoneâs head when he likes them/theyâre affectionate to him?? Like sometimes when heâs hugging the members heâll pat the back of their head in a loving way ugh itâs so cute.. heâs so cute.
But Iâve been having thoughts about this relating to the bedroomâŚ. Like heâs being rough with you or whatever but his hand is there at the back of ur head just cradling you against him??? Ugh like I can see him being strict with you but his love will still bleed through with actions like thatâŚ. Iâve being thinking about him too much.. I love him
Also I love u and ur writing!!! I get so excited when youâve posted heheh love u too <3 mwah
ahhhhh omg haiiii <3 thank u for Tuning into all of my crazy thoughts and insanity !!!!!!
Anyways this makes me actually sick and ill because like. yeah yunho can be a little rough in bed but above all else he is insanely kind and sweet and loving and I think little things like this really prove it
I'm talking nasty dirty bleary eyed messy hair drooling unable to walk the next day typa shit... and I think something like this would come out specifically when you're kind of at the end of a session. 3 orgasms deep and you're exhausted but still so needy... and he knows you and your body so well...
"one more for me, baby, hm? you can do that, right?" he's murmuring, shifting so his cock enters you again. you sigh out a moan and he mirrors it, leaning even closer to you to press his forehead against yours.
"fuck -- i don't know, yunho," you whine, but you're canting your hips towards his. "feels so good..."
yunho hums, fond, reaching an arm under your neck to cradle your head, pushing your face into his neck. you follow easily, so obedient, and his heart clenches at the same time his dick twitches inside of you. "i know, sweetheart," he sighs out, listening to the little noises you breathe into his skin. his other arm helps you lift your leg over his hip, then rests on the small of your back before he picks up the pace. "want you to feel good."
#i think above all else the rush yunho gets from dominance also is from trust you so obviously have in him#I think intimacy is rly important to him..#đŚ.txt#đŚ answers#yuyu#ateez smut#ateez x reader#ateez imagines#ateez yunho x reader#ateez yunho timestamp#jeong yunho x reader#jeong yunho smut
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megumi x reader | warnings: making out | wc: 687
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you and megumi decided to keep your relationship a secret. for reasons quite obvious to the two of you, for the current predicament you find yourselves in being one of the main ones.
with the two to of you both being students at jujutsu high, you're with each other more often than not. because of this, you two try to keep your feelings for each other at a minimum and keep anything away to the nosy people around you who would love to tease you about your relationship.
and megumi feels strongly about preventing that from ever happening.
well, that didn't last that long.
It was currently 1am, everyone was sleeping, and you were on your way to megumi's room.
you two did this often, finding the only moment of privacy with one another being in the middle of the night, where no one could interrupt the time you spend together. this was your time to be able to talk to him freely, without worrying about someone else interrupting your conversation or saying something about you two being a bit too close.
so, when you arrive and softly knocked on the door, you felt the relief you always feel when he opens the door, and allow yourself to throw your arms around him.
"missed you."
"you saw me today."
you pull away, pouting at him, "you know what I mean."
"I know, missed you too," he leans down and gives you a quick peck, before you two make your way to his bed to cuddle.
a daily routine at this point.
you lay with your head on his chest, his arm secured around you as you two talk mindlessly about anything and everything.
you end up perching your chin on his chest to look up at him, and before you know it, you lips are on his.
It starts off slow, gentle even, like every other kiss you two share. soon, you place your palm on his chest for leverage as you lift yourself up more in order to deepen the kiss.
megumi sits up slightly, bringing his back to rest on the headboard behind him as your lips move in sync, slowly deepening with each kiss.
you allow your hand that was previously situated on his chest to wander up and over his shoulder, as he takes one hand and place it on your waist.
he brings his other hand to the other side of your waist and moves you to straddle his lap properly now.
the kiss deepens in his new position, allowing yourself to hook your arms around his neck, while his one hand stays on your waist, the other slowly moving up and down your back.
all that is consuming your mind and body is megumi and you don't think of anything else, mind completely taken over by the feeling of his lips against yours.
and he is in the exact same way, hence the reason neither of you heard the door to megumi's room creak open.
and you didn't stop until you hear the crash of something hitting the floor.
you gasp as you part from megumi, throwing yourself off of him as fast as humanly possible and creating as much distance between you two as you could on his small bed.
you turn to look at the source of the sound to see yuji standing at megumi's doorway, whatever in his hand now on the floor, along with his jaw wide open.
the awkward silence between you three lasts for what feels like forever, before megumi finally speaks up.
"don't you know how to knock? what are you doing here."
"I did knock! you didn't reply so I just let myself in..." yuji replies looking between you and megumi, "maybe I shouldn't have..."
"It's not what it looks like," you try to explain weakly.
"I'll just leave you two alone."
yuji runs out of the room, and you look at megumi, the two of you knowing you're going to hear an earful tomorrow from both nobara and gojo, who yuji is definitely telling right now.
so much for keeping your relationship a secret.
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#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#megumi fushiguro#megumi x reader#megumi fluff#megumi imagine#jjk imagines
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OT13 Reaction -- when you ask them for an absurd amount of money as a prank
SCOUPS:
will transfer you the money, no questions asked. unless it's like an insane amount of money - like enough to buy a car - then he'd be concerned and ask why you need it. are you in trouble? are you being blackmailed? what can he do? he's ready to assist you in anyway possible and will be sulky when he finds out it's a prank. relieved, but a little sad that you'd even feel the need to test his loyalty to you.
JEONGHAN:
his immediate reaction is no. have you guys seen that interview where one of the members (i think it was dino? mingyu? my memory is so bad) said that jeonghan doesn't play when it comes to money and it lowkey stingy? yeah that. he'll definitely be hesitant and might even just flat out say no. extremely proud when you reveal it was a prank all along. i knew it was a prank, baby~ the student can't fool the teacher~
JOSHUA:
his immediately worried something terrible has happened. it's uncommon for you to ask him for money, usually its small enough sums that you don't even have to ask - you have his card anyways. stressed and annoyed when you tell him its all a prank. ai~ you know my weak heart cannot take you stressing me out.
JUN:
a little confused why you're asking him for money. he's the type to not catch on, you being in danger isn't the immediate thought when you ask him for 300 thousand dollars. will not react when you tell him it was a prank, the request for the money hasn't even properly computed in his head yet.
HOSHI:
he's going to complain he doesn't have that much money even though we all know he does. he'll agree to transfer it to you, but will whine and nag the whole time that this is his hard earned money! he loves you but why are you taking it away! another type to get sulky when you tell him its a prank and you don't actually need the money.
WONWOO:
ummm...why? he'll ask a shit ton of questions before agreeing, he needs to know why, when, what, where, who? all the details. this is his money after all, he needs to know where its all going. it gets to the point where you give up, just telling him its a prank cause his questioning isn't making it fun anymore. he tsks and asks if you have too much time on your hands to be pranking him.
WOOZI:
the money is in your bank account before you even finish asking. he's lowkey surprised you haven't asked sooner, he's always open with how much he's making and constantly tells you he'd just rather you guys have a joint bank account so he can spoil you. refuses to let you return the money once you admit its a prank. he makes more than enough anyways.
MINGHAO:
another one that's immediately worried. money's never been a topic you guys have ever talked about so he knows there must be something wrong. asks a boatload of questions trying to make sure you're okay and not getting scammed online or something. ends up just chiding you for even falling into a trap where you need that much money and narrows his eyes at you when you tell him its a prank. he thinks you're crazy and has too much time on your hands.
DK:
poor baby's scared. sure he makes a lot of money but he's never needed that much. eyes are popping out of his head when you tell him the sum of what you need. he agrees, of course, anything for you, but his hands are shaking as he reaches for his wallet. dramatically flops onto the floor when you tell him its a prank, begging you to never do that again - he might be rich but in his mind he's got like 5 cents in his bank account.
MINGYU:
blinks. pretends to think about it, but really he's been waiting for this day. the only possibility in his mind as to why you need the money is only for good things, and who is he to not spoil his baby? begs you to take his card anyways when you tell him its a prank. it's literally the only reason why i work, baby. just take my card.
SEUNGKWAN:
he's dramatic, screeching about how that's an insane amount of money and that he wouldn't even drop that kind of money on himself- and he loves himself very very much! calms down and genuinely sits your ass down to ask why you even need it. feels extremely betrayed when you tell him its a prank and vows to get revenge.
VERNON:
he sighs. he knows this trend and he's not having it. baby, you know i'd do anything for you right. you've got me like wrapped around your finger. you literally don't need to test my loyalty. apologizes when you get sulky over him already knowing the prank and offers to let you try again - this time he'll play along. ohmygod that's a lot of money are you being blackmailed? shopping in the black market? getting us a house in Bali? shrugs when you complain about his reaction being ingenuine and over the top. there is only so much he can do.
DINO:
his jaw is dropping at how large the sum is. yeah, he's got that money, and he'll show you his bank account just to prove it. but he'll start listing out what everything is for. that sum's set aside for our house, that one's to send our kids to school - we never said how many we'd have but i set aside enough to four university tuitions, and- you'll cut him off cause he's going to make you cry with how thoughtful he is. scolds him for ruining your prank. prank? he's confused. what do you mean prank? he got so invested in telling you everything he's saved up for your shared future he kinda forgot the original question.
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Catalyst
so in my au which i'm totally not using to cope or anything haha, after realizing that curly isn't going to do anything about jimmy, anya confides in swansea and he goes Protective Dad Mode. i'm calling this the "Responsibility AU." ramble below cut.
swansea doesn't immediately go after jimmy with an axe or anything because 1. they're not in a high stress life/death crash situation and 2. anya specifically requests that swansea not enact violence upon jimmy after swansea says, and i quote, "i'm gonna beat his ass." anya just wants to feel safer and more supported on the shipâshe doesn't want swansea to get in trouble even if jimmy does deserve to get destroyed by 10000 punches.
what swansea can do is watch out for anya and make sure she's never alone in a room with jimmy. if there's a situation where she has to be alone with jimmy (like the psych evals), she and swansea have a system where she can signal for help. with anya's permission, swansea asks daisuke to help look out for her too (without telling him the details as to why since that's anya's right to share or not). daisuke has already picked up at this point that something is wrong based on how much more hostile swansea's become towards jimmy, and he trusts his boss, so he agrees without much question.
anya, feeling less alone now that she has people watching her back, gains more confidence to stand up to jimmy. which makes him angry because his unwanted advances are being denied and swansea and daisuke keep getting in his way. he just can't understand why he's being treated as the bad guy here (this is because he is a delusional asshole).
meanwhile curly is slowly realizing that he needs to actually do something here because the tension in the crew is palpable and increasing by the day. also swansea is being mighty passive aggressive to him and talking about "responsibility" a lot. curly keeps trying to talk to jimmy about it but the guy just keeps downplaying it and blaming everyone else but himself. and curly is realizing that his friend isn't who he thought he was.
it all comes to a head one day when an angry jimmy tries to confront anya alone and swansea steps in. things get heated, people start yelling. curly show up to see swansea and jimmy on the verge of fighting with anya and daisuke trying to hold them back respectively. curly breaks up the fight. jimmy storms off. curly follows him and finds him trying to get the gun from the case in the cockpit. curly asks him why he's doing this and jimmy claims it's for his own protection because he feels "threatened by swansea." he tells curly to give him the code. curly, the sheer wrongness of the whole situation hitting him, finally calls jimmy out on all his bs. jimmy just laughs in his face, still believing that he's not in the wrong and curly doesn't have the guts to do anything anyway. so the captain fires him on the spot. jimmy snaps and he and curly get into a fight in the cockpit. jimmy is trying to crash the ship and curly is trying to stop him. then the rest of the crew show up and anya knocks jimmy's ass out with the gun case. swansea is so proud.
they throw jimmy in the cryopod so they don't have to worry about him pulling anything else and he can be properly dealt with once the stupid delivery is over. everyone's like, "wow that was a close oneâcould you imagine how messed up it would be if we ended up in a crash because of jimmy? thank god that didn't happen." curly makes swansea the copilot until they can get a replacement and swansea's like, "goddammit as if i don't already do enough shit around here."
anyway my whole goal here was to get rid of jimmy early so i can have beautiful Found Family shenanigans in space with the rest of the crew. apologies and healing and happy times will happen. no the whole getting laid off thing doesn't happen. no i don't have an explanation for it. sorry for the essay.
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đ become your dream girl before 2025! đ
THIS WILL *ACTUALLY* CHANGE YOUR LIFE.
do you know how many people are waiting until next year to glow up and actually start to become their dream self? now just think, if you started now, before 2025, how far you would be. how much more skills and knowledge you would have. you're literally getting a head start. so what are you doing dilly-dallying until 2025? heres your guide to ending this year accomplishing everything you need to and starting 2025 with everything you need.
in this post i will include mindset shifts, how to become a better person, actionable advice, actually becoming a new person <3
đknow what you want.
who do you want to become at the end of this year? what does your dream girl look like? what kind of body does she have? her clothes? who are the people she hangs out with on a daily basis- friends?
create a very clear version in your head and use pinterest to show photos of what your goals are- for ex: girls at the gym, journalling, writing, studying, reading, learning, walking, with friends, spending time outside, going swimming, playing sports, doing a skill/ hobby.
you can also find an idol/ an inspiration- a youtuber, influencer, parent, anyone who you look up to and want to somewhat have a similar life like them. (for ex: thewizardliz, tam kaur) whatever is important to you this goes hand in hand with the next point:
đgoals.
any unfinished projects, any goals you said you'd do in the beginning of the year, get them all down on paper. if you've finished any of them, great!- tick them off. but if you haven't then its time to lock in. pick the ones that are most important to you. that you know that achieving these will 100% get you closer to your goal. doing this makes sure you get rid of the ones that you think are "productive" when in reality they just help you procrastinate.
finish any unfinished projects or books you have before the new year begins because 2025 is about bringing in new, fresh opportunities and things. for me personally, i have a few crochet projects that i want to finish before the end of this year so i can start the new year with nothing old from the year before!
đcutting.
you are going to be becoming a new person- new mindset, new values, new perception on life, etc. the people in your life currently probably won't align with this new version of you. because if the people around you still only know the old you, your growth won't happen because it will feel extremely unnatural without the right people around you. this means you're going to have to decide whether you are letting any of your friends go. if they don't serve you or make you feel happier or bring in any value to your life, im sorry but its time to cut them off.
but of course if you actually have good, kind, loving friends who grow with you and support you all the way, keep them. the goal is to remove the people who don't serve your highest self. not remove the people who you know will be there for you.
but along with this, if you notice that those people are acting a bit more weirdly/ strangely now that you're improving- giving you backhanded compliments, talking about you behind your back, or just giving you a weird vibe in general, trust your gut. those people don't want to see you going to a higher place where you're thriving- keeping them in your life can be terrible for your highest good.
remember that doing this doesn't mean that you're not going to get better because BETTER ALWAYS COMES. god will give you more people who you couldn't have ever dreamed could be so amazing. so never keep toxic people in your life out of fear that you'll be alone forever. (remember: 8 billion people in the world.)
đmindset.
dont wait to change your mindset only once you achieve the dream body or the best grade- start now. people can take away everything from you but they can't take away your mindset, skills, and knowledge. here are some mindset shifts to develop:
the abundance mindset. know that everything happens for your highest and greatest good only! everything will work out in the end for you because God hasn't put you on this earth to suffer. if you are religeous (God) or spiritual (the universe) or even believe theres a higher faith, why on earth would you willingly believe that your purpose here is to have a bad time? obstacles will come your way and you will make bad decisions and mistakes. but all these jsut contribute to the person you are today and the person who you'll be in the future!
i will make it. believe in your vision and yourself so fiercely that you know in your bones that you will achieve your goals. you will travel the world and discover new places, you will get to retire your parents, you will get to buy expensive bags for your mom, you will be that rich sister/daughter/ wife, you will help people around the whole world, you will have people around you who love and care for you, you will achieve whatever dream you had since you were a kid and whatever dream you have right now. you will you will you will! know this so strongly but also know that i will achieve there one day, but i also am so blessed and grateful for the life i have right now! i have so many privileges and such an amazing life that i would never trade away for anything.
growth mindset if you fail, IT IS NOT THE END OF THE WORLD. please stop being afraid of failing, be afraid of never trying!! you have no idea how freeing failing is because once you do, then you'll never have that "what if" in the back of your mind, never have that small voice asking what could have happened if you had done that thing. so if you do fail, perfect! that means that you won't waste any more time wondering what would have happened. having a growth mindset means that you know you're human and you'll make mistakes, but that doesnt make you a bad person and it doesn't take away your capability to still accomplish your goals. if you fail be able to brush it off, and keep trying again and again. Thomas Edison had 1000 failed attempts to make the light bulb. yet he learnt from what didn't work, took that into consideration, then tried again. and again. and again. and now? your probably sitting in a room with light that you have because he persisted in his goal!
stay positive always have a positive outlook and perspective of life. look at the beauty and what you have instead of what you lack. feel happy joyful energy vibrate through you everyday. do things that just make you a more positive person in general! feeling happier makes you look 100x more attractive and will change the way you interact with the world!!
đbe a better person.
new year new you right? so its time you up level the way you talk and treat others. because the goal isn't to be A b*tch, the goal is to be THAT b*tch! so going around being rude isn't going to do anything for you. being kind however- having manners, checking up on people, asking how their day was, being charismatic, etc- thats what can get you so much more opportunities! you're going to be kind, but not a people pleaser- ofc prioritise yourself always but also at the same time- if you have made a commitment to be somewhere for someone at a certain time, honor that commitment. be the friend you wish you had.
being mean to everyone just because you were hurt by someone else is not it. yes, so you were hurt. grow, evolve, heal. you're stronger than this. you're stronger than you think. you can overcome anything and you can become an even better person, capable of loving fully and wholly!
misc tips:
change what you consume. start watching thewizardliz, tam kaur on youtube. have an inspiration/ idol to look up to in life.
workout. i dont care if its not one of your goals to have a fit body, but don't workout for that. workout because you love yourself. because its actually proven to make you happier, because you deserve a healthy, fully functioning body.
DRINK WATER. do you know how many benefits something as simple as that has? clear skin, unchapped lips, better digestive health, weight management, better health, feel more alert and energized, better for immune system, increases brain power, eliminate toxins, ETC ETC!
have a morning routine that literally sets yourself up for success. stimulate your mind with reading self help, learn something, study, focus on a skill, do something that makes your mind active.
journal & check in with yourself.- document your progress! write about how you felt after everyday. did you feel esp happy during anything? do you feel satisfied at the end of the day? or do you find that your day made you feel tired and drained? do you feel regret and wished you did more at the end of the day?
diary- links with the earlier point. document the day. you can write about it, or what i also like to do is video myself yapping to the camera. talk about whatever you want and let your mind wander free!
you are that it girl! dress the part, smell good, make yourself feel so good that you just can't help but feel like you can conqure anything!!
make sure you're consistently reminded of your goals. what do you want? why do you want to achieve it? reminding yourself of your goals will actually motivate you and make you stop procrastinating. for me its that i don't want any old projects or books having to continue into the new year so i've made a plan that will definitely get it done before the next year!
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I wasn't really talking about the edginess of it all the Dragon Age games have had funny moments hell my favorite one was getting the big nug what bothered me the most was the the people you're supposed to align with like the crows for example the child kidnapping assassins that have no qualms about killing anyone and everybody for money
Now they're a child rescuing organization that treats children better than orphanages and they're all family instead of brainwashers I don't think that's how they were described in the first one I'm pretty sure that they were real fucked up with how they treated children and I think the game doesn't want you to support murdering child kidnappers
They basically took all the bite from these characters/clans/guilds also the fact that none of your choices really matter from the last three games is kind of a bummer as a standalone game I think it's fine but if you want to put everything together it falls short
In a sense it reminds me of Mass effect Andromeda just using a well-known name to push their sales when if they had just released it as a standalone I don't think it would have gotten so much flack and as a person who's played all of the Dragon Age games I wouldn't feel so disappointed so is it a good game yes by itself
And the worst part is that it's not the games fault it's these executives who are too afraid to take a chance on a new game I like the characters I like the designs even though it kind of looks like SIMs 4 mixed with fortnite there are so many redeeming points to that game I just wish it wasn't a continuation
I'm sorry to ramble so much
Maybe it's the banking on nostalgia with stories that lack authenticity but at the same time don't connect with the source material that's the real problem, cash grabs
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