#and I know it is not helpful and I know it is going to end in me doing something bad if I keep this up
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they were already incredibly suspicious to me, every last one of those supposed âprofessionals.â i think Iâm more suspicious than I ever was now - somehow that was possible. Iâm even more apprehensive, perhaps even fearful.
solidarity between people who want to take psychiatric meds to function and those who donât.
Whatâs important is that we both have autonomy, informed consent and safe access to treatments we want, and to not be forced, coerced or pressured into those we donât.
#yes yes yes#I feel so trapped right now - it seems I might be able to cancel the appointment and hopefully take nothing but if Iâm unable to I think-#-that will be my final straw#horrifying for me. interacting with psychiatry at the age the body is at is traumatizing - traumatizing at any age though perhaps Iâm being#-dramatic. I donât think so though.#my experiences have been less than decent so far - for the most part#plus they tended to want me on medication out of simple stigmatized lenses#they were more concerned about the fact that I even experienced something such as supposed hallucinations (GASP) than my actual experiences#itâs difficult to word but Iâll speak more and hopefully organize my thoughts in a later post#psychiatry isnât here to help itâs here to put everyone in a single file line - they mentioned me not being normal enough essentially#Iâll elduicate more in a later post#but I was forced and am being forced with the looming threat of long term hospitalization though I will hopefully be able to get out of it#that threat is now always hanging over my head#they forced me and it ended up fucking with a health condition I already have along with general side effects#the courts almost got involved while the impostor was trying to get me out of there because they didnât want to release me#despite it being an unhelpful place just like every mental hospital. I feel even more âunsafeâ as they call it and tempted to run now.#I donât trust the medicine Iâm afraid of it and having threats held over my head it all felt sort of like mind rape - to be dramatic again#it doesnât matter how much I express how afraid of them I am they donât understand and I have other reasons besides my suspicion as to why#-I donât wish to take them. the fact that the body canât tolerate them for example. not wanting to be forced. the forcing makes me panic.#itâs mind rape. not to mention even despite the inability to tolerate he still wanted to try an antipsychotic down the line - which is not#going to happen. no medicine. Iâm not trying anything. Iâd be more open if there werenât threats over my head and I werenât being forced#but I donât want any at all. I have my reasons - they want me to take it for medically induced suicide purposes as well - what I mentioned#earlier/ not being normal enough for their standards and being how they even on a subconscious level view me as a dirty schizo#who needs to be fixed so I donât want them for that as well#I havenât rambled about it much yet until now but it feels like mind rape to me even if thatâs dramatic I donât generally experience the#instinct to cry and still I cried multiple different times over this shit over being forcefully kept in a bad facility that wouldnât even#give me my physical meds and did nothing for health conditions so the body dehydrated horribly and shit and some of the staff were pretty#rude too it was just a bad experience not as bad as lobotomy I know but I couldnât stand it and being forced the threats all the threats#made sure to try and keep myself in check for that reason but the threats of long term if I wasnât compliant enough I donât want to be sent#away I want to be left alone I want freedom I want a break I want a hug (?) I want to be away from all impostors I want to disappear
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F1 DRIVERS AND YOU (their crush)
KISSING THEIR CHEEKS
( include piastri, norris, leclerc, sainz, hamilton, russel, verstappen & ricciardo )
warning : none just fluff
note : little nod to max's 4th championship win, congrats to him, sooo proud !!
â OSCAR PIASTRI
I know for sure boy was blushing so so hard. But it's absolutely adorable and cute. Oscar is very patient with you, and even though he dreams of being able to touch you in a more than friendly way, of being able to at least have the right to a little kiss, he restrains himself and tries not to act under his impulses. . However, when you decided to quickly kiss him on the cheek, out of nowhere, he actually felt himself melting from the inside. His cheeks have never blushed so much, and his heart has never beaten so quickly.
â LANDO NORRIS
Ugh, you guys can barely hold eye contact, but he's already so in love. So mad in love even. Despite the fact that you are still shy, especially him, that you struggle to make eye contact without blushing afterwards, Lando can't help but ask for more. Just a little extra. So, when he walked you to your doorstep, he immediately asked you if he could have even a mini kiss. Your lips naturally landed on his cheek, brushing against it, almost like a ghost kiss. And when you pulled back oh... He was already touching the place where your lips rested, cheeks as pink as yours.
â CHARLES LECLERC
This was absolutely surprising to Charles. But he would love to be able to feel that feeling again. When your lips pressed naturally against his cheek, your hands framing his face perfectly. He didn't move for at least a good two minutes, trying to figure out what just happened. If it was real. He was so shocked that he didn't see you lean in again to place another sweet kiss. He blinked a few times, and you could only giggle silently. Oh, it was the best day of his without a doubt. And if he could live it again, he wouldn't hesitate for a single second before saying yes.
â CARLOS SAINZ
He only had eyes for you. And he loved seeing you smile, and making you happy. So from time to time he spoils you, and although you don't like it when he buys so many things for you, you always end up thanking him warmly because after all, it's adorable. You always hugged him, hugging him a little tighter each time, but this time it was different. You wanted a change from hugs, so with a surge of courage and love you gently kissed his cheek to thank him. He was dizzy, almost on the verge of passing out. He couldn't hold back a shy smile, and above all he couldn't settle for a hug from now on.
â LEWIS HAMILTON
He waited there patiently, sitting in a corner of the garage before getting in his car. You were a few feet away from him, watching the mechanics adjust the final modifications to the car. He couldn't help but admire you. And stare at your lips. God, he would give anything to be able to feel them against his skin. And as he was about to get in the car, he stopped when he felt your arm rest on his forearm. And without knowing how, your lips crashed onto his cheek in a quick kiss. His best smile appeared on his face, as he tried to hide his blush by putting on his helmet. Finally, his wish came true, right?
â GEORGE RUSSEL
He can't stop replaying the scene in his head. He already found you so perfect, so beautiful and incredibly intelligent. It wasn't just a crush anymore, it was George, a simp for you. But already his heart was speeding up just by looking at you, he really thought it was going to stop beating when you gently kissed him on his cheeks. It was pure, sweet and... terribly affectionate. He tried to appear as normal as possible, but inside he was a mess. His whole body was telling him to kiss you and tell you everything he has in his heart right now. And he's sure that day will come soon, because there's no way another day will pass without a kiss from you.
â MAX VERSTAPPEN
As the race draws to a close, Max is finally a 4th time F1 world champion. And getting out of his car, as he proudly waves his arm to greet the crowd, only one thing is on his mind. You, you and only you. So it was natural that he found you among the crowd, looking at you as if only you existed in the world. His hair was still damp, his face still covered in drops of sweat, but that absolutely didn't stop you from pressing your soft lips against his cheek, for a long time. Passionately. And oh, that sweet gesture was better than any championship. His eyes spoke for themselves.
â DANIEL RICCIARDIO
He will never, ever stop teasing you about the kiss you gave him. Quite simply because he loves seeing you smile and laugh, but above all because he secretly wants you to repeat this gesture over and over again, for eternity. Honestly, you wouldn't even have to ask him for permission as he will already be ready to receive another kiss from you on the cheek. It was by far the most beautiful experience of his life, and oh, his heart always asks for more when he sees you. So, he hopes to feel your lips on his skin again, even if it costs him to tease you all day long.
#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#oscar piastri x reader#lando norris x reader#charles leclerc x reader#carlos sainz x reader#lewis hamilton x reader#george russel x reader#max verstappen x reader#daniel riccardo x reader
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Concerned (LN) pt. 2
lando norris x neighbor!reader
pt. 1 here
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âHey superstar,â you call out to Lando as you see him heading in to your building.
âWhatâs up?â He asks with a smile, and you fall into step with him towards the elevator.
âNot a lot,â you said. âJust getting ready to get out of this country tomorrow.â
âOh yeah, where are you going?â
âVegas.â
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. âAre you going to the Grand Prix?â
You nodded with an easy smile, âYeah, heading out a little early to hang with some college friends, but then Iâll be there Saturday.â
âVegas is far; Iâm surprised youâre going,â he commented and you gave him a weird look.
âYou know Iâm from the US muppet,â you said, and he gave you an amused look.
âDid you just call me a muppet?â He teased. âThatâs my word.â
âYeah, Iâve been really getting into watching Twitch streams, guess Iâm picking up on your lingo,â you said nonchalantly but with a mischievous look. Lando froze as you mentioned it, thinking back to the recent stream where he talked about you.
âOh?â He laughed nervously and your smirk grew wider.
âYeah, thanks for the shoutout by the way,â you said,his face instantly flushed. âIâll see you in Vegas, babe.â
You left him in the elevator and walked back to your apartment, giggling. Torturing him was amusing and you didnât feel that bad about it since you shared some of the thoughts he had about you.
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A week in Vegas was exactly what you needed, especially because of how much you missed your friends. After three days of clubbing, you were exhausted and running on fumes and RedBull to make it to the race. Only one of your friends could join you Saturday night, and you made it to the entrance a few hours before the race. A man scanned your tickets and turned to the sign, grabbing two special passes and handing them to you.
âWhat are these?â You asked and he gave you a weird look.
âVIP passes?â He asked and sighed as you still looked confused. âIt looks like your tickets were upgraded, so youâll have access to the paddock and paddock club.â
Your mind instantly thought about Lando and you smiled to yourself before pulling your friend along.
As you and your friend made your way through the bustling paddock, the excitement in the air was palpable. The roar of engines, the smell of fuel, and the buzz of anticipation filled your senses. You couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement, wondering if you'd run into Lando.
"This is insane," your friend whispered, wide-eyed as you passed by team garages and caught glimpses of drivers preparing for the race.
You nodded in agreement, still processing how you'd ended up with these VIP passes. As you rounded a corner, you nearly collided with a somewhat familiar face.
âSorry!â The driver exclaimed, reaching out to steady you. He looked so familiar, but you couldnât remember exactly who he was. âYou are Landoâs friend.â
âYeah, youâre his teammate, right?â You asked and he nodded, sticking out a hand.
âOscar.â
âY/n,â you replied smiling. âIâm surprised you recognized me since weâve never met.â
âLetâs just say Iâve heard a lot about you,â Oscar said with a slight smirk and you laughed. Lando came into your line of sight, and you saw him look panicked as he watched Oscar talk to you.
"Oh, I bet you have," you said with a grin, glancing over at Lando, who was now making his way towards you with a mix of nervousness and excitement on his face.
"Hey, you made it!" Lando called out, trying to sound casual as he approached. "I see you've met Oscar."
"Yeah, we were just getting acquainted," you replied, enjoying the slight flush on Lando's cheeks. "Thanks for the upgrade, by the way. The paddock access is amazing."
Lando's eyes widened slightly. "Oh, uh, no problem. Glad you're enjoying it."
Oscar looked between the two of you with amusement. "Well, I should get going. Nice to meet you, Y/N. Enjoy the race!"
As Oscar walked away, you turned to Lando with a raised eyebrow. âCrazy how he knew who I was.â
âCrazy,â Lando mumbled and you laughed, grabbing his hand to pull him to meet your friend Maggie.
âMaggie is a big Ferrari fan,â you told him and he waved over to Carlos, who was walking by. Carlos came over, looking down at Landoâs hand still in yours and smirking at his friend. Lando introduced all of you, and Maggie started to talk Carlosâs ear off, much to your amusement.
You turned back to Lando, talking softly, âReady for today?â
âI think so,â he said. âI donât really think thereâs a shot at the championship anymore based on how the car was last night.â
âIâm sorry Lan,â you said and he gave you a small smile. âItâs still pretty impressive though, everything youâve done this season and coming in second.â
âIâm glad youâre here,â he said simply. âAlso Iâm happy youâre talking to me and not your favorite driver.â
"I think my rankings might have changed." A slow smile spread across his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes. He pulled you into his embrace, his strong arms enveloping you in a warm and comforting hug. You took in the familiar scent of his cologne and rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.
âI have to go, but will I see you after the race?â He asked hopefully.
âYou have my number,â you replied, and without thinking, you lifted your heels and pressed a short kiss on his cheek. âGood luck superstar.â
You watched the race from the hospitality suite, cheering with Maggie for the Ferrari drivers while being a little sad that Lando seemed to be having an okay race. Maggie left right after the race, having to drive back home that night, and you waited around the paddock while taking in the scene.
LN: still here?
Y/N: yeah, just wandering around.
LN: wander around to the McLaren garage?
Y/N: omw
Lando was out of his race suit and just in a pair of sweats and his team jacket. He looked tired but oddly enough, a little relieved. You hugged him when you saw him, congratulating him on a good race.
âYou seem relieved,â you commented and he smiled down at you.
âI am a little, most of the pressure is off now,â he admitted.
âIâm happy for you then,â you declared.
âWhen are you heading back to Monaco?â He asked.
âTomorrow afternoon, Iâm definitely regretting not getting an earlier flight though. I just want to be back in my bed.â
âWhy donât you just come with me? Iâm going to fly out in a couple of hours,â he offered.
âAre you sure? I donât want to be a bother,â you said and he shook his head.
âItâs decided then,â he said and you smiled. You worked out the details and told him youâd meet him outside your hotel shortly. After heading back you packed up your suitcase and headed downstairs, waiting outside for Lando.
He pulled up in a big SUV and the driver got out to help you put your stuff in the trunk before you joined Lando in the back. You had both changed in to sweats and comfy wear, ready to sleep on the plane.
You had never been on a private jet before and were amazed, walking on the tarmac towards the plane. Lando looked over at you and smiled to himself, admiring how you still managed to look good in the night lights, even though he knew you were exhausted. Following him up the stairs, he motioned for you to sit next to him in a reclining seat connected to his. He handed you a blanket and you wrapped yourself up, eager to take off.
âHave fun today?â He asked from next to you and you nodded.
âTons, it was fun to see you in your element,â you said and he smiled.
The plane took off and you watched out the window briefly before deciding you needed to sleep. While his plane was nice, you had trouble getting comfortable, shifting around trying to find a good spot.
âCanât sleep?â Lando asked, noticing your restlessness.
âNot really,â you replied, rubbing your eyes tiredly.
He lifted up his blanket, gesturing for you to scoot closer. You hesitated momentarily, but the promise of comfort and warmth was too tempting to resist. Slowly, you shifted closer to Lando, settling into the crook of his arm as he draped the blanket over both of you.
"Better?" he murmured, his breath warm against your hair.
"Much," you sighed contentedly, feeling your muscles relax as you nestled against him.
The gentle hum of the plane's engines and Lando's steady heartbeat soon lulled you into a peaceful sleep. You weren't sure how long you'd been out when you felt a gentle shake on your shoulder.
"Y/N," Lando's voice was soft. "We're about to land."
You blinked groggily, realizing you were still cuddled up to him. "Oh, sorry," you mumbled, starting to move away.
"Donât worry about it, Iâm glad you could sleep,â he said and your heart fluttered.
It was a bright morning in Monaco and knowing you needed to beat jet lag you suggested grabbing something to eat, which Lando happily agreed to. Sitting across from him you found yourself oddly nervous about the shift you felt between you.
âWhat are you doing next weekend?â Lando asked and you looked up from the menu.
âNothing, why?â
âWill you come to Qatar?â
âYou want me to come to the race?â
Lando shifted nervously in his seat before meeting your eyes again.
âIâm calmer when youâre around,â he confessed and a small smile graced your face.
You felt a warmth spread through your chest at Lando's words. "I'd love to come," you said softly. "But are you sure? I don't want to be a distraction."
Lando reached across the table, taking your hand in his. "You're not a distraction. You're... you're my good luck charm," he said with a shy smile.
You laughed lightly, squeezing his hand. "Alright then, I guess I'm going to Qatar."
Finishing up breakfast, you finally made it back to your apartment, Lando lingering by the door as if he was deciding on what to say.
âI really like you,â he blurted out.
You felt your heart skip a beat at Lando's sudden confession. You stood there in stunned silence for a moment, taking in his earnest expression and the vulnerability in his eyes.
"I was wondering when you were going to say it," you finally replied, a smile spreading across your face. "I really like you too, Lando,"
Relief washed over his features, quickly replaced by a boyish grin. He took a step closer, his hand reaching up to gently cup your cheek.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked softly, his eyes searching yours.
Instead of answering, you closed the distance between you, pressing your lips to his. The kiss was tender and sweet, with the promise of something more. When you finally pulled apart, you both wore matching smiles.
"I should probably go," Lando said reluctantly, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. "But maybe we could hang out more before this weekend?â
âI suppose so,â you said with a grin and he smirked, leaning in to give you one last kiss before he left.
tags: @sltwins @honeyhyunn @heli991113 @sarx164 @kissatelier @dying-inside-but-its-classy @daniellef89x
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´ Ë `)⥠mad(ly in love) max・ âšË.â
partially inspired by this by @angldelight before it got away from me! <3
max knew you looked better in blue than red. and if you did look good in red, it was the red of the his team rather than the garish red of ferrari. he believed the statement that everyone is a ferrari fan even if they don't know it, because if they saw a photo of you, they'd have brand loyalty to the stallion for the rest of their days.
there was a reason why your face and name were everywhere in your home country. you were a pride and joy to the nation you called home. but, max was more than happy to stake a claim on you.
max liked you because you challenged him. far too many women would bend over backwards for the three time champion, but you simply glared him down with your hands on your hips. you stood toe to toe with him even if there was a height difference. but you kept your gaze steady on him.
"don't fuck me over again." you said, "or you'll regret it."
"i would never do it on purpose, princess. maybe you should watch where you are going from now on." he bite back in response. he noticed a twitch in your hand, like you wanted to grab him by the front of his driver's suit and pull him close. either for a punch or a kiss.
it would eventually lead in kisses. max liked when you were mad because then that meant he could flip the script and get ferrari's little princess on her knees with a mouthful of verstappen cock. it was honestly cute, while he wanted to dive into your sweet cunt and make your insides sticky with his cum. he'd have to make you acquainted with his size.
max verstappen was fuckin' crazy though, being involved with him was like being a deer and getting your leg caught in a trap. the type of obsession that clamped around you, dug its teeth into your fragile skin. you were so cute though, something some delicate and soft. formula one was for the toughest, the mental and physical strain of it all (that could be why he was so... off). and while max believed in you, he worried.
where you were going, who you were with. you hadn't only been in monaco for a few years and while you had the likes of charles to help you around. when he heard about men you had met, max felt something curl inside of him.
it started inauspicious. he slipped an air tag into the back pocket of your jeans while you were in your driver's room getting ready for dinner with some guy that max couldn't even remember the name of. he was all smiles as he wished you a great time.
too bad there was an issue with your car. how could you have a flat tire already, you just got the car? and when you asked your date to come pick you up, he totally ghosted you. little did you know that while you were struggling with you car, max went to meet your date and give him a few firm words. that was when the real mad max came out.
"listen mate. you're never going to give her what she needs. hell, not even what she wants. there are plenty of fish in the sea." he got a little closer to the other man, "but you can't have her."
"why?" your date swallowed.
max nodded and flashed that winning smile, "because she's mine. and i know she may have talked so nice to you. she's like that. charming. but sadly she's taken. so i think it's in everyone's best interest that you delete her number and go back to finding your perfect match." he patted the man on the shoulder like they were buddies.
"and if i don't."
max's smile only grew, "i don't like people fucking what's mine. she's taken, mate. move on." he couldn't verbalize exactly how he'd rough up the other man. he didn't want to make headlines. but there was something in his gaze that made your date high tail it out of there. your number blocked and deleted.
max then used the air tag to find you at a bar close to your flat where you were drinking away your sorrows. but, don't worry about that! max was now here to make sure that you had the best night ever. while that meant ending up drunk and curled up in his bed, but he didn't mind. he was even a gentleman and created a barrier of pillows between the two of you. no funny business. even if he wanted to. when he eventually fucked you, he wanted you conscious.
that air tag would come in handy, turns out that you wore the same pair of black levi's jeans. max was wondering if he had to get more air tags to place along other items. but, he lucked out with that one. you thought it was a strange coincidence that he seemed to be where you were.
and he'd laugh and tell you, "small city, right?"
it took months of hard work but, eventually he got to sink his pretty cock into your prettier hole. the happiest day of his life. he had invited you on his boat for the afternoon, and while he didn't expect much. he wasn't expecting your pretty tits on such display. a pretty red checkered print bikini and sandals as you stayed close to max.
and then alone, out in the waters. you ended up straddling max's waist while he sat on one of the seats up on the deck. it was couch-like and allowed you two some room as you rubbed your sweet pussy up against the front of his shorts. his hands dug into the plushness of your ass as he moved against you. you were painfully pretty, and it drove max insane. you'd try to run him off the track, but he'd always get an apology by having your pretty tits in his face and your pussy around his cock.
"you feel so good." he said, "you're so soft."
you whimpered, "i'm not that soft. you keep feeding me all this good food since i came to visit! my team is going to be pissed." you squirmed a little.
he kissed at your breasts in front of your face and laughed, "well, then. i guess i'll have to keep feeding you better food." his teeth then nipped your left breast and it made you whine. his hands continued to grope you ass and you squirmed a little more.
you didn't realize that you're movements only made him harder and he had to force himself to let go of you to take his cock out of his shorts. this was a dream come true, after months of being your little shadow.
"you know how to do this?" he asked.
you held onto his shoulders and chuckled, "yes, i've had sex before." which made something cold run through max's body, but it was quickly heated up once more when you sank down on him.
other men might had had you, but he was going to make sure you were his forever. no need to get stuffed with another man's cock, when you have max who, as he might add, can get into you quite easily. it was like you were made for him as you started to ride him. he pulled you into a kiss with one hand while he groped your behind with the other. he felt your core shiver around him as you continued to move up and down on his cock.
this only lit his need for you more. if you were so good on top, how good were you on the bottom, or at your side, or stuffed full of fingers and toys as max pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you. he wanted you, he was mad for you. while he'd sometimes pull dirty tricks on the track, he had a whole other set of skills for you. because he could never hurt you on the track, too much of a risk for your safety. but he'd bruise your little pussy and cover your pretty soft breasts in large bites. he'd hope that cameras would get a good look at the pretty marks.
a lot easier to scare off men than to see a woman decorated with hickies. if he had it his way, you'd be wearing a little chain with his initials on it. or better yet, chubby little verstappen baby at your hip. the thought made something hot run through him. oh, that unlocked something in his brain as he was balls deep inside of you. he continued to leave a mess of bites on your chest as you continued to rut against him. your back arched a little when he bit one of your nipples.
"i need you to burn that bikini when we get to shore." he said between heavy pants as he grabbed your ass roughly and pushed himself up as much as he could go. his voice was a little strained from the intensity of it all.
"why?" you asked as you looked down at you.
"because, someone might get the wrong idea. and i don't want you getting hurt." he replied. it showed off far too much, too much of what belonged to him.
he rubbed up against you further. his cock poking some of your deepest parts, he wondered if he was the biggest you ever had. or if there was some other guy in another part of the world who took you apart better than him. unlikely. the way he watched you wiped drool from the corner of your mouth as you rode him made him excited.
during his time racing alongside you, he had seen you at euphoric highs of victory and deep anger when losing. but, this was a whole other look, you were far from focused. only really thinking about the cock, his cock, stuffing you full. guess there was no need to get you into his clothes and keep an air tag in your bad anymore, not when you had such a sweet look across your face.
he ran his blunt nails down the side of your thighs and felt you clench harder around his cock. which made sparks appear in the back of max's mind.
"pretty thing." he said. there was a softness to you that he wanted to sink his teeth into. especially the slight chub at your hips, next time he wanted to bite down on the skin and leave pretty bruises across it. you were just so beautiful. he thought formula one was for ugly men because they wore a helmet all the time, not pretty women who made max go insane.
you whined a little bit and started to feel yourself really get hot all over. his cock fit in you perfectly. while lust clouded your head, you honestly did think about throwing out the bikini you were wearing on board the boat. he kissed at your pulse point and you moaned, your pussy fluttered around him.
"i need that bikini gone before we get back to shore." he said.
"why, what will i wear?" you asked a little shy. you couldn't get back onto land with nothing on!
he grabbed at your ass once more and pushed you down on his cock, then held you for a moment. his lips were squared with yours as he said, "i got some extra clothes in the bedroom below deck." he knew that it was either red bull or verstappen merchandise. something that he had a lot of and could get wet.
while it wouldn't show off your pretty figure. the idea of you getting a bit chilled while heading 'home' and having your nipples poke through a shirt with his logo on it made him hotter. maybe he'll turn the ac up in the car on the drive home.
"i don't want anyone to see the bikini ever again. i'll buy you something nicer." he said as he thrusted up into you, "i don't want hungry eyes on you and neither do you. you're not a piece of meat." even though max wished to devour you, you were not meat. he'd say you were more like fruit. something refreshing and bright. something to crave on a warm day like today.
"i should have something in my bag." you said as you continued to ride him.
he held your soft hips and looked up at you, "no, no." he said then licked his top lip, "wear my clothes, they'll be more comfortable." and it'll hide your figure better.
you were the first to climax, and he managed to get you across the seat of the couch and fuck you from behind doggy style. perfect angle to make sure every last drop. you clawed at the faux leather and arched your back, your sweet noises against the sounds of the sea. your pussy clenched around him as he bullied the tip up against your cervix.
it was important for the two to get acquainted.
he finally finished inside of you and let out a sweet groan. he clenched onto your hips tightly and watched you go fully limp against the couch as you tried to catch your breath. he pulled out and gooey cum dripped out of your poor pussy. ah, it's okay. he simply pushed it all back inside of you.
with the amount he finished inside of you, you were at least 3% dutch now!
when max was finished with you, he knew that he was going to keep the little princess of ferrari. maybe eventually you'll wear the red bull logo across your pretty tits when you entered the paddock. or maybe better yet, the verstappen last name. but for now he'd simply have to stake his claim by shoving all his cum into your sweet cunt. after all it was a safer place to keep it compared to his own fist.
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even with the start of the new season. his fixation of your cunt didn't end. so what you're on a different team, that didn't mean he couldn't easily go to the ferrari area and just get you to himself. when you win the first race of the season and sing along to your national anthem, max smiles in second. not because he is happy that you are winning.
but because he knew that his cum was dampening the front of your sweet cotton panties. you may have the trophy over your head, but he knew after this, he'd get another chance to sink another load in you. <3
a/n: is this anything? does anyone want more of this????
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CRAVE | Joel Miller
SUMMARY: thereâs only one thing that joel craves, and it isnât the mental fucking torture of an overly stubborn twenty-something teasing him âtil heâs blue in the face. and balls.
PAIRING: dbf!joel miller x afab!reader. legal unspecified age gap.
WARNINGS: MINORS DNI, 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT. alcohol consumption. pervy old man joel. readerâs dad (iâve named him sorrrry) is there before joel gets pervy. some religious themes and also descriptions of religion in a negative light (this is MY experience with christianity, if you do not agree then please donât read), no explicit smut but descriptions of what joel wants to do to youuuu so: mentions of piv, cock-riding, oral f!receiving, choking if you squint, dirty talk asf, joel being cocky which leads to his cock being sad and alone. reader is cunty. not proof-read âcus, once again, iâm a lazy bitch and i donât have time for that. enjoy. đŤśđť
An end to craving is an end to suffering.
Todayâs last stream of sunlight fulgurates through the branches of your fatherâs prized Texas Ash, hitting perfectly the dime-sized crucifix situated comfortably between two pert tits sheathed in sheer black cotton.
Joel tries not to stare, but itâs impossible. Heâs been watching you all fucking night. Every time you get up, heâs been glued to your ass. Whenever you lean over, Joel canât seem to pry his eyes away from your cleavage. The more heâs been drinking, the more brazen heâs been with his stolen glances.
When your father rambles about some work-related spielâand youâre sitting so innocently across the wayâhe canât help affixing his eyes to the swell of your breasts. Wondering what itâd be like to touch, and grope, and suck on them.
Your mother was right about him. For all of the years that she knew Joel while your parents were together, sheâd always say that he was trouble. A good-for-nothing, splenetic, perverted old-man who was but a bad influence. And you never noticed, never cared. You always thought that he was a great friend, and a stand-up guy.
Until today. Until you saw him scrutinizing your formâin front of your dadâyou had a lot more respect for Joel. But now you realize that your mother was right. He is a perv. Butâfuckâdo you love that.
Youâre not sure what you enjoy moreâdisrespecting your insane Catholic mother, or knowing that Joel is undressing you with his eyesâbut you canât help yourself feeding into his fantasy.
âDaddy?â Your father hums, not entirely bothered by the fact that youâve just interrupted his conversation. He smiles. âDo you want another beer?â
âPlease, hon.â He hands you his empty bottle, mumbling something about how he was going to get himself one and that you donât need to. But you insist.
The blanket over your thighs is being discarded, hiking your dress up with it. Joel gets a glimpse of your lace panties that he likes to imagine you wore just for him, and shifts uncomfortably in his seat.
Bare, supple skin is on display as you get up from the deck chair. You turn to him with a prurient twinkle in your eye, and ask if he wants a drink too. âYeah, another wonât hurt. Iâm already prettyââ he hiccups, âpretty far gone, anyway.â
Dad laughs while you saunter to the cooler and make a big show of bending over, completely unaware of the way Joel is trying to conjure up a plan to get you alone tonight. But thenâŚ
âSame âere, bud.â He laughs before heâs nodding toward Joel. âStay the night, if âya wanna. I mean, youâre in no fit state to driveânone of us areâand I got a spare bedroom.â
His nose scrunches up, as if to decline, before youâre turning around with two unopened beers and a small bottle of wine. Your hand wraps around the neck almost romantically, leaving very little to his imagination.
âYeah, you might as well stay, Miller.â You put down the beers on the table, still holding firmly the Merlot. âIâm stayinâ. I got nowhere to be in the morninâ, and dad bought breakfast stuff.â
Two brown eyes are latched to each of yours, and you feel beads of perspiration roll through the valley of your breasts. Despite the evening cooling down, youâre stifling beneath his unyielding gaze.
âAlright, Iâll stay.â Joel concedes. He takes his can and cracks it open, lifting it up to cheers your father. âSâlong as youâre makinâ me breakfast, Gary.â
Dad salutes and you smile, sinking into the purple cushion with a satisfied hum. You ogle Joel, biting fiercely the skin of your bottom lip. And it doesnât go unnoticed.
Joel swigs his beerâletting your dad drunkenly rambleâand doesnât take his eyes off of you. Wondering how heâs going to make you pay for torturing him like this.
But this hadnât been your intention when Joel showed up to watch the Cowboys v Browns game this afternoon. In fact, him staying past nine oâclock was completely unintentional and if it werenât for your dad pumping him full of Coors and Old Milwaukee, heâd be fast asleep at this very moment.
He supposes that he doesnât mind, being here. Especially because heâs buzzedâstill able to speak and think coherently, which is surprisingâand gets to spend some rare time with you. Even if it is with your dad.
You watch them converseâthe way that friends doâadmiring how patient Joel is with him despite him being a little bit too inebriated for his own good. Heâs the kind of friend that your old man needs; understanding, forbearing. And it baffles you that theyâve not known one another for longer than seven years, but surmise that theyâd definitely be best friends in every other timeline because they just work so well.
But itâs the thought of them being friendsâbrothersâthat urges feelings of unease. Trepidation. Garyâll have a cow if he finds out the way that his so called buddy has been making googly eyes at his little girlâs titties for the last eight hours.
Joel senses the shift in attitudeâyouâre not teasing him nowâand turns the topic of conversation to you. Dad doesnât mind, though. Never minds talking toâor aboutâhis kid.
âWhat made you stay in with us oldies tonight, huh?â
Wine is being swiveled around the glass before you take it back in one swig. A grimace flits over your features, but they both catch it.
âDidnât feel like hittinâ the bars.â Candidly, you say. Itâs refreshing. âCanât be dealinâ with pervy old men tryna touch me.â
Less refreshing.
Joelâs blood runs cold, and you smirk. He swallows thickly the liquid acrimony bubbling from the chasms of his throat. He wants to screw that stupid grin off of your faceâstuff his cock straight between those plush lips and throat fuck you âtil youâre crying and gasping for air.
He just nods instead of saying anything.
âIâll kill anyone that touches you.â Dad says, not sensing Joelâs sudden frigid state. âSeriously. âSpecially if itâs an old fuckinâ degenerate assholeââ
âAlright, Gary.â You halt the hate train, pouring the last few dregs of wine into your glass. âNo need to get all protective. No old coot is cominâ anywhere near me.â
You look directly at Joel when you say; âold men canât do what guys my age can, anyway.â
Dad grimaces. Joel scoffs. You canât help smiling, feeling very proud of yourself.
âYâknow, youâre still my kid? And hearing this shit is nasty.â Your father tells you around a burp, and realizes that this might be the time to call it a night.
Heâs never been able to handle his alcohol, especially after being married to your psychotic beer-loathing, hymn-signing, prayer-group-leading, holier-than-though moronic fucking mother.
He lets himself get too drunk too fast, now. Ever since she went back to Kansasâwhich was totally code for I fucked the priest and got extradited from the churchâheâs really let his hair down, and youâd be lying if you said this version of your old man wasnât the very best. Because heâs living his life the way that he wants to, now.
Itâs nice.
âIt might be nasty, but âleast you donât have to worry about me bringing home a man your age. Or even worse; older.â
Gary gets to his feetâknees clicking and cracking as he does soâand nods. ââSpose thatâs true, kid.â
Joel. Is. So. Fucking. Pissed.
As you say your goodnightsâand put on a few lights so that your dad doesnât trip over his own feetâJoel is mentally counting down the minutes until he gets you alone on this damn patio. Heâs determined to make you regret the few little comments that youâve made tonight.
âDonât stay up too late. Yâknow how cranky âya get with no sleep.â Dad reminds you. âYou too, Miller.â
You hum your response, lifting your empty glass and indicating that youâll be retiring to your room soon, too.
âNight dad.â
âNight, pumpkin.â He turns to Joel. âMake sure she ainât up too late.â
He nods and shifts his gaze to you, eyes darkening. âYessir. Iâll put her to sleep.â
Your father grunts and slides the patio door to close. Leaving his daughter and best friend alone together might be the biggest mistake that heâs ever going to make.
Joel watches him intently behind the glass door, heeding him stumble across the tile. He might be about to rearrange your guts, but he at least wants to be courteous.
Your legs squeeze together, for the only sound you hear is the reverberation of Joelâs Iâll put her to sleep in that sexy, beer-slick tone.
He sees it.
âShe makinâ âya squirm?â
You blink at him. âI beg your pardon?â
âYour pussy.â Joelâas candid as everâelaborates. âIs she flutterinâ âcus âa me?â
The fallout of a chemical bomb would be much more appealing than having to look Joel in the eye after such a lewd statement.
âDonât worry if so. I have that effect on the ladies.â
âMakinâ yourself sound like a slut, Miller.â Coolly, you respond. Your hand is reaching for a can of beer, twining fingertips around the base while another pulls the tab.
Two eyes screw shut when a spritz of alcohol is flushing over your face, neck and chest. Droplets of Bud trickle between those perfect tits that Joelâs eyes have almost burned fucking holes into; forcing even the horniest man on planet earth to render himself utterly speechless.
You trail a finger through the valley of your breasts, collecting the sticky liquid before youâre putting it straight into your mouth; sucking it clean. Your eyes are locked on Joelâs.
âWhat? Cat got your tongue?â
Slowly, he shakes his head. The sight before him is truly one to behold; his friendâs sweet daughter with her fingers between her tits out in the patio. Nobodyâd ever believe him if he told them this. Joel probably wouldnât even fucking believe himself.
âYouâd like that, wouldnât âya?â Is what he says in response. Heâs quick witted, youâll give him that. âMy tongue stuck in your pretty little pussyââ
Heat flashes over you.
âYouâre fucking vile.â
âAinât that the way itâs meantâa be?â He lurches forward, and your eyes travel to the small opening of his shirtâs midsection that highlights perfectly the fact that he hasnât a base layer beneath the flannel.
You see a small patch of hair; brown, and gray and seems a little fuzzy. Itâs a sudden reminder that this man is a smidge too old for you. But you canât find it in yourself to care very much.
âDonât think so.â Trying to out-douche him, you respond. Joelâs thick fingers are twined together, hands resting over the peaks of his knees. âThink youre meantâa have some kinda respect for me. Yâknow, as my dadâs buddy, ân all.â
Joel snorts a laugh.
âIâd have respect for âya, but the way that peachy fuckinâ ass was in the air when âya bent over the cooler tells me that daddy���s âlil girl is more of a slut than me.â
Your jaw rolls. Reaction: gauged.
He inches nearer to you; slimy grin plastered across rough, rugged features. âOnly pullinâ your leg, hon. I know youâre no slut. Too much of a prissy bitchââ
âOh, really?â Irked, you spit.
Joel nods. Pushing at your buttons has never been much of a difficult feat. Itâs something that he quite enjoys, actually.
âMhm, yeah.â The man is leaning backwards in his chair, now. Arms folded behind his head; hands pressed against his dark curls. âGonna have to prove that you ainât like your mama.â
Your blood boils. And then it runs cold.
âDonât gotta prove shit to you.â You defend. Very defensively.
âNo, thatâs right. Donât gotta do nothinâ, kiddo.â
You see the outline of his dick as it stiffens within the confines of his dark, navy-denim jeans. Heâs actually getting off on this.
âUnless you want toââ
âNah, Iâm good.â Youâre leaning back, now, lifting your legs to sit criss cross applesauce. The barely-covering-your-crotch sheer fabric of your thong catches his eye; a glint of something wicked flickers through them as he clears his throat.
If youâre playing the long game, then so is he. He can out-stubborn anybody.
âSo Iâve heard.â He jabs, insinuating that youâre a prude. Again. âCan prove âem all wrong, if âya wanna.â
Itâs killing him, this. Itâs torture. But heâs strong. Ish.
You shake your head, reaching for your almost-empty can of beer. Youâre taking another long pull, making a dramatic show of tilting your head back and puffing out your chest as you do so. His lips purse.
âIâm good.â You tell him again with a syrupy smile. âRather we just talk. Yâknowâbe civilized, ân all.â
His arms are moving to the sides of his deck chair, now. Joelâs tongue runs along his bottom lip. He gives a quick bob of his head.
âYeah, we can talk.â His eyes zone in on your pussy; the engorged wet patch situated on the part of fabric that kind-of clothes your cunt. His mouth waters. âBut whatâll we talk about, baby girl?â
Another surge of pleasure oozes out from between your thighs, turning what was once a purple thong into a jet-black one. Joel doesnât mind, though. The sight is sweet; itâs prurient, in some sick way.
âHm.â You pretend to think, all the while spreading your legs a little bit more. He sees perfectly the outline of your folds as fabric hugs and highlights the inner workings of your beautiful anatomy. âWhy donât we start with what youâre thinkinâ about, Mr. Miller?â
A weakness of his, that is. You referring to him as Mr. Miller has always gotten him hot. Itâs innocent, almost. Itâs like thatâd been engrained into your brain by the god-fearing fruit-loop that brought you up, and you canât quit saying it in these situations.
âOh, doll. Not sure youâll wanna hear what Iâm thinkinâ of.â His tone is rough, now. Like 180 grit sandpaper against the wooden walls inside of your fucking brain. You hum.
Mentally, Joelâs cock is spearing open the tight hole between your legs; making you scream his name. Heâs thrusting his prick up into your cervix while you ride him like heâs the last cowboy on earth, desperate to feel a kind of pleasure that no man your age could ever bestow upon you.
In his head, heâs picturing your crucifix dangling in his face while youâre pleasuring yourself on his length; glistening with sweat, and cum, and Sierra Nevada. Howling at his girth, speechless at the size of him.
He wants nothing more than to wrap a hand around the base of your throat and fuck you into next week; feeling damp walls contract and seize around his cockâ
âNo.â You snap him back to reality; halting his train of thought. âNo, you can tell me. Iâm a big girl, I can take it.â
Oh, Iâm fuckinâ sure she can.
âFine.â He clears his throat. âJust thinkinâ of stufinâ that warm âlil cunt with my big âol cock, âsâall.â
âOh, is that all?â Your tone is teasing.
Joel does not like to be teased.
âIf youâd shut your fuckinâ mouth, Iâd be able to finish.â
In a moment of pure, unapologetic submission, you nod. The skin of your bottom lip is getting fucking gnawed at by your teeth in an attempt to conceal a moan.
It works. Kind of.
âWhat was I sayinââŚâ He strives to recall his last few words; and then he remembers. âOh, yeah. Stretchinâ out that cute pussy âa yours.â
That cute pussy âa yours, is twitching. Fuck that, itâs pulsating.
âAnd youâre so sure of that? You being able to stretch me out, I mean.â
âDead sure, angel face.â He quips. âI know for a damn fact that youâd be havinâ trouble takinâ my fat cock all in one go; be cryinâ for everyone to hear.â
Through long, thick lashes, you stare at him.
âYouâd be seeinâ stars; and not just the ones above us right now.â
You look up to the sky and hope to alleviate some of the mental pain being bestowed upon you right now. Which is entirely your own doing, of course.
Joel shifts in his seat so that heâs a little bit more sunken, able to heed clearly the sickly sweetness blanketing the chair youâre on.
âIâll eat your pussy, too.â
Your attention is snapped back down to Joel, now. Your brows raise.
âSuck your soul right out from between your legs.â
âOh, Joel.â You moan, a little. He lets his eyes shut for a brief moment, only to open them again to find you taking off your panties.
Itâs like Christmas fucking day, this.
âIâd love for you to take me right here; fill me up on one âa the sunloungers.â Youâre getting off your chair, and Joelâs heart is starting to pound within the chasms of his chest.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Youâre walking toward him; thong in hand. Fingers wreathed through soaked purple cotton.
âCanât think of anything thatâll bring me more pleasure than you fuckinâ me âtil Iâm crying. Or gasping for air.â
âYou ân me both, beautiful.â
You smile. You give Joel your underwear, before youâre running your fingers through his hair and heâs letting a hand glide up the meat of your thigh and beneath your skirt.
âJust a shame, ainât it.â
âWhatâs a shame, sugar?â
The feeling of his fingertipsâcalloused and covered in rough skinâis almost orgasmic. But youâre stronger than what he is. So you pull yourself away from his hold, and begin to feel an unwavering sense of need. You shirk it, though.
Youâre leaning into him now, breasts pressed against his shoulder, lips touching the shell of his ear. Goosebumps prickle over his neck and you assume that theyâre making their way down south, too.
âHuh?â He says to get your attention, for you still havenât answered. âWhatâs a shame?â
Fingertips trace over broad shoulders enveloped in soft, warm flannel. Youâre leaning closer; hot breath on his skin. Your lips part to whisper:
âIf daddy ever found out about this, heâd kill âya.â
âBabyââ
Youâre taking the panties from his hand, and tucking them into the breast pocket of his shirt. Fighting a blushâfeeling very proud of yourselfâyour face remains straight.
You tap at his chest and walk away, but not before throwing a ânight, Millerâ over your shoulder.
Joel looks down at the ground, presently wallowing in some sort of self-pity. But then remembers the visible effect that his words hadâand the way he looked atâyou, and he canât fight the stupid fucking grin pushing its way onto his face.
He mightâve just experienced blue-balls at his big age, but to see you submit to his gaze was absolutely worth it.
He just hopes youâll never tell a soul about his dirty-talk. He has a reputation to uphold, these days.
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Pairing: frat!rafe x sorority!reader
Warnings: SMUT, language, fingering, p in v, no mentions of protection (wrap it!), breeding, self pleasure (Rafe)
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You had come over to hang out with Rafe. You both havenât seen each other since yesterday since college was busy for you both. Rafe needed his daily dose of you, so he spammed texted you to sleepover.
So here you were, lying in his bed. Wearing just his old football jersey and a pair of Calvin Kline underwear. You laid in his bed watching tv. Rafe was playing cod with the guys. His headset on but one ear off just in case you wanted to chat or needed anything. He sat in his gaming chair at his desk. His eyes glued to the monitor, but occasionally glanced over to you.
You watched the tv on his wall, enjoying the company and finding it funny how the boys talk in chat.
You felt drowsy, your eyelids felt heavier each blink. You moved your head into the pillow more, turning over to lay on your stomach as you went to sleep.
Rafe glanced over to you as he heard you shift around in bed. His eyes raked over you. Seeing the jersey had rode up resting on your kid back. Showing off one of his favourite things about you, your ass. He could stare at it all day if he could. His hands on it most of the time. But it was the fact that you laid in his bed. Tangled up in the covers, wearing his jersey. Looking peaceful and relaxed, that made him hard in his sweatpants.
He groaned as he looked down at his sweats, seeing the newly formed tent. He didnât bother putting on boxers as he had only just got out of the shower and just wanted to throw something on. Besides he does it most of the time when he lounges around.
He turned his attention back to the game. Trying to calm down the hard on in his sweats. But he canât help but look over to you every so often. He couldnât do anything about it yet. You were asleep. And he wasnât the type to do such things without you knowing. He knew better.
He moved his right hand over his bulge. His controller in his left hand. The guys and himself were in the lobby of the game. Some of the guys either going to the bathroom or getting snacks. He quickly muted himself.
Moving his hand into his boxers, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Stroking the long length of his as he thought about you sat on top of him on his gaming chair. Like you have many times.
He just couldnât budge it. Not even his hand was helping anymore. He had enough. He was going to climb into bed and sleep it off. He quickly made an excuse for him to end the game with the guys. He logged off and turned his ps5 off.
He climbed into bed beside you. Pulling you close to him. Letting out a long sigh, he closed his eyes and tried to relax.
He soon fell asleep. Then to be only woken up at two in the morning. He groaned to himself when he felt his hips subconsciously grid against your side.
He was tried, so were you. But he had to get rid of it. And heâd know youâd most def would help him.
He brushed a few strands of hair out of your face. Then whispering in his deep husky tired voice âbaby⌠need you to wake up fâmeâŚâ
You turned over, rubbing your eye âhm?â
He grinned softly âcâmon⌠I need some help⌠you looked so good in my jersey earlier⌠I couldnât shift itâŚâ he pressed his hard on against your hip to show you.
You resting your forehead against his lips âbut âm tired, RafeyâŚâ âI know, I know, could you just stay awake? Iâll do all the work⌠just relaxed and help me out, yeah?â God his voice did things to you no one could ever explain. His raspy along with the deep mess of the accent and his overall tone. Sent shivers down your spine.
He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your lips, then your neck. Gently turning you over and lifting your right thigh up more. He moved his hand along your side and down to your entrance.
His palm against you, already feeling your underwear to be damp. He smirked lazily âthatâs my girlâŚâ he moved his hand in slow, lazy circles.
You moaned softly, he pulled your underwear to the side. Moving his middle finger inside of you. He lazily pushed it in and out. Curling his finger every other time. You pushed your ass back into his hard on. Causing him to groan and rock his hips into you.
He slipped his ring finger into you next. Prepping you for him. Causing you to tiredly rock your hips against his hand.
He pulled his fingers away and move his hand into his sweats. He then tugged his sweats down just enough to let his cock out. He was hung. No doubt about it. All the girls in college would die to get what you got most nights. But you took it all the way each time. Nothing like the girls he had in the past. Nothing compares to you.
He ran his tip along your slit, gently pushing it inside. Causing you to moan softly. He went in, inch by inch.
He moved his hand to your jaw. Holding it and turn your head enough so he could kiss you. As he would lazily and slowly thrust in and out of you.
You liked this side of him. Most of the time you both were rough or loud. This was quiet and relaxing for a change.
He bit your bottom lip gently as he pulls away a little. He looked into your eyes with pure lust. His lips brushing against yours as he mumbled âso fucking tight fâme⌠best fucking pussy, all mine, baby, yeah? All mineâŚlove it so muchâ you moaned softly. Looking into his eyes with tiredness and attraction. God the look youâre giving him right now drove him insane.
He kept moving his large length in you. He moved a little so he was on top of you more. Getting a better angle and also going deeper in you. Causing you to moan a little louder. He moved his left hand next to your head in the bed, stabilising himself. As his right went under the jersey and over your breast. Massaging your breast as he rest his forehead on the side of your head. He breathing heavy and ragged.
He felt you tighten around him, causing him to groan lowly âfuuuccckkâŚâ
He picked up his pace, you were about to moan when he shoved his hand over your mouth gently. He whispered âgotta stay quiet, baby, I donât want the guys hearing how good I make you feel⌠donât wanna wake em up now, yeah?â You nodded.
As you feel your climax approaching, Rafe smirked. Knowing your body inside and out. He knew you were close. He picked up his pace more. The room filled with heavy breathing and cheek smacking.
Your jaw slackens as you tighten around him and finish. He groans âthaaatss it, come all over my cock, yeah? Mhm fuck, so hotâŚâ
He moved his mouth to your ear âwant me to come in ya? Want it, baby? I know you do, tell me, do you?â You nodded âyes, Rafey, want you too⌠so bad, pleaseâŚâ he smirked.
Feeling himself finishing in you was amazing. Knowing it was him that made you feel this good and him being the one to finish in you, was a dream to him.
He stayed there for a moment. Giving you a âthank youâ kiss. He mumbled against your cheek âthank you for helping, babe⌠did so good fâme⌠Iâll treat you in the morning, you donât have class till the afternoon⌠Iâll eat you out all morning, hm? Wanna do it so bad, been craving youâŚâ
You nodded eagerly, one of your favourite things he does was just that.
He gently pulled out, watching his seed go down your thigh. He grabbed some tissues on the side of his bed and wiped it. Knowing youâd probably not want to sleep with it all over you.
Tossing the tissue into the trash can. He laid back beside you. Pulling on his sweats again. And wrapping his arms around your waist. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you fall back asleep.
And best believe he kept his word for the next morning.
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hey i was wondering if you could do how arcane characters would react to seeing their partner looking really good dressed up?? also i love ur writing!!
Arcane characters reacting to their s/o dressed up really pretty. | Vi, Ekko, Jinx x Gn!Reader
Thank you for the request, Anon, and I hope you'll enjoy this!!<3
Content: Established romantic relationships, fluff, sfw
Reader has no set pronouns.
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ăVI
"Ooh... where are we going?" A wide grin rested on her lips as she watched you put on your fancy shoes and straighten out the last details of your pretty attire. "I'm going out with a couple friends." In other words, she was not invited. But Vi couldn't hear you over the sound of her mind spinning with many different thoughts.
Humming, she leaned against a wall next to you, intensely dark eyes staring you down with a glint that made you shake your head in defiance. "No." "Oh come on, Cupcake! Do you really have to go out today? I mean... I can go along. It's dangerous around this time of the night and-" "-Viiii. I can take care of myself." She pouted at your clear disagreement, hardly attempting to even hide how much she loved the way you looked.
"Aw... please? At least let me tag alone so I can show you off to everyone." Typical. And yet, you had a hard time denying her anything when her hands suddenly sneaked around your waist so smoothly. She always got what she wanted out of you in the end. Not that you necessarily minded.
"Fineeee... but keep your hands to yourself around them." You huff out whilst your heart warmed a t the sight of pure excitement on her face. But the slyness in her smirk didn't leave as she gratefully kissed your cheek and let go. "Can't promise you that when you're looking so good, unfortunately... but I'll try. For now."
Rolling your eyes with a smile, you let her happily run off to get ready, glad that she enjoyed your outfit a lot.
ăEKKO
He was stunned at the sight of you emerging from the bedroom, fully dressed up so beautifully it left him speechless. The Firelights were having a huge festival in celebration of a recent successful mission, and of course, you were both expected to look your best. And you weren't the type to ever disappoint either.
It was rare to see you dressed up so nicely, the cute outfit being one he had only seen a small couple of times before due to your line of work and life circumstances. But in his mind, you looking so good was a sign of success. He wanted you to be able to dress that way every day, perhaps another motivation of his to continue going.
"How do I look?" You ask, the nervous tone in your voice making his eyes soften even further. "You look great. Who are you trying to impress, hm?" His words were playful as he grabbed your waist carefully. Ekko mirrored the shy smile that crept onto your lips at his question. "A certain someone. I don't think you know him, though." You played along, watching as he raised a brow with an unimpressed smirk.
"Hm... maybe we shouldn't go out then-" "-Oi! Why are you guys taking so long? Let's get going." Scar's voice made you both jump, as he appeared in the doorway and waved you over. A sly smirk crept onto your face as you quickly followed after the man. "Ah, there he is! See ya around, Ekko!" "Hey! I'll remember this-!" Running after you two, he couldn't help but laugh a little.
The festival was going to be great, to say the least.
ăJINX
You were just trying out some new clothes you had gotten. Nothing special and definitely not for anyone else's eyes, except for hers. Once you were done, you were quick to hunt down your girlfriend to show her your outfit. "Jinx! How do I look?" You asked, a happy smile on your lips as you now stood next to her, whilst she tinkered away on some projects. Removing her googles, she glanced up at you and blinked in surprise, near speechless for a moment.
Nervously shifting under her intense gaze, you wondered if she didn't like it. "Uhm... should I go change or-" "-You look really good..." She muttered thoughtfully before a large grin crept onto her lips mischievously. "A bit too good! Makes me nearly jealous, pretty. How about you dress me up too so we can match?" You should have honestly seen this coming, as she enjoys doing cute things like that with you.
And so, you did as she asked, whilst she painted your nails to match her own. By the end of it, you looked like you were headed to a fancy event, something she found greatly amusing. Kicking a nearby radio to make it play music, she held out her hand to you with a bright smile. "Alright, let's get this party started!"
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pairing: gojo x fem reader synopsis: crippling debt and possible evictions have ruined you. working two jobs with no downtime, and a five-year-old son, you really don't know the meaning of taking a break. after continuous questions about his father, you have decided to finally let your son meet his dad. only thing is, he has no idea said son exists. and to top it off, you have not a single clue about what kinds of things will transpire from this sudden revelation. tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, fluff, romance, alcohol, classism, mom! reader, lying, abuse, MAJOR angst, slow burn, exes to lovers, cheating, scandals, drugs, drama, family drama wc: 5155 a/n: hi everyone! i'm so excited for this piece of work as I have a lot of exciting ideas planned in store! this will probably have slow updates, so please please please be patient with me. thank you all for reading! i'm aiming for at least 15ish chapters, maybe more or less, depends how much i write in one chapter in the future. next chapter
âCash or card?â
âCard.â
The sound of light dinging follows, the transaction completed. âHere you go, Miss. Have a good day.â
âThank you, you too.â The woman takes the small bag from your outstretched hands, giving one last smile before exiting. The bell at the top of the door rings, signifying her exit. You sigh and look at the clock, one more hour. Itâs not that long. But youâve been here since opening and the shoes youâre wearing are beginning to hurt your feet. Maybe you shouldâve broken them in more.
Itâs a quaint little cafe. Most of the customers are teenagers, college students, or overworked office workers who need caffeine to get them through the day. Other than that, you have no qualms. Of course, it does get a little annoying having to tell the newer, much younger co-workers that they canât do this or that.Â
A mundane routine of making coffees, packing orders, and ringing them up. Just one more hour.Â
As soon as the clock strikes 5:00, youâre clocking out and saying goodbye. The school is an exact walk of ten minutes, six if youâre fast. Then another ten back to the apartment. And finally, another fifteen to the convenience store.Â
Hustle and bustle is all youâve ever known. Sure, you like it most of the time. But you just wish you could get a break. Itâs always go, go, go, but never take a rest and time to yourself for a moment. But when you see that adorable smile plaster on those chubby cheeks you never shy away from pinching, itâs all worth it. âMama!âÂ
âBaby!â you crouch down and open your arms. The young boy wastes no time in throwing his body into yours, face nuzzled into your chest and arms around your neck. âHow was school? Fun?â you ask, hand rubbing his back up and down.
He nods. âMhm! Mr. Ito says I got the most gold stars out of everyone in class.âÂ
Your smile grows wistful, aweing. âWow, such a good boy, arenât you?â
You carry Koji into your arms, starting the walk back to your very humble apartment. He chatters innocently the entire trek, with you occasionally adding on or asking questions. His soft white hair pokes at your cheek, to which you straighten down with one free hand. Itâs days like these where you wish you could just lounge at home with him, basking in his sweet innocence. But while most people are ending for the day, youâre barely starting your second half.
You feel the self-deprecating thoughts fill your mind like a virus while stationed near the light, waiting for the pedestal symbol to indicate. Your grip tightens around your son slightly, as if anchoring yourself to reality and reminding yourself youâre doing it all for him, and to keep going for him.Â
Itâs hard, yes. But so is parenting.Â
The symbol comes on and you walk, seeing the building of your complex in the distance. Forcing any lingering negativity away, you clear your throat. âSo, what did you learn today, baby?â
Koji looks up at you. âWe learned how to add! I helped Mina.â
âThatâs very nice of you.â
He giggles bashfully, leaning into the kiss you place on his cheek. Eyebrows raising as a sudden memory hits him. âOh! And Mr. Ito said Dad Appreciation Day is next month. Thereâs gonna be food and music.â
Your smile wavers, footsteps momentarily pausing before continuing. âOh, really?â you ask, inhaling a wavy breath of air. âThat sounds like fun.â
âMhm.â Koji nods, then tilts his head curiously at you. âBut everyone is bringing their daddies. I wanna bring Papa too.âÂ
And you really try not to make your guilty grimace visible. âI know, sweetie. I know.â
âCan Papa come?â he frowns.Â
No, he canât. But youâre not about to tell your five-year-old that the reason his father canât make an appearance is because he doesnât even know he has a son. Itâs been a difficult conversation for you. Youâre not sure when or how to have these sorts of hard ones with children. So youâve been dancing around the subject. Saying his dad is away on vacation, or fighting intergalactic dragons, or some other excuse youâve been forced to use. He believes you, most of the time. But that doesnât stop his curiosity and growing impatience.Â
The last thing you want him to think is that he has no father in the first place.
He does. Youâve shown him pictures and videos occasionally. Of, and of course, heâs an exact carbon copy of the man. From his bright blue eyes, albino hair, and all the way down to his stubborn personality. You were a little annoyed when your only child took quite literally everything from his father, only leaving him with a couple of things from youâyour nose and helpful nature.Â
âWeâll see. Papa is busy, remember?â you gently reply, walking through the parking lot of your complex to the lobby.
Kojiâs frown deepens and so do the metaphorical scars on your heart. âBut Papaâs always busy! I wanna see Papa.â
âI know you do, baby. You will soon, okay?â
âDo you promise?â
You hesitate but eventually nod with a forced smile. âMama promises.â
After leaving Koji with the babysitter, you give him a quick kiss and recite the list with the babysitter before rushing off to your second job. A convenience store.Â
Not the most savory place, mainly because you get all sorts of crazy and odd customers, but also because you are close. You hate closing. But you need the second disposable income and this is the only place that fits with your schedule. Itâs also a little more leaned back than the cafe, when there are no customers, you spend your time browsing the web for jobs.
Youâve probably sent in over 500 applications over the years, with not even half of those places reaching out. Even then, youâre not guaranteed a job. The job market is horrible nowadays and youâre living through it.
Whatever, you think to yourself as you clock in. One day at a time.
Itâs around eleven at night when you're slugging back into your apartment, lights dim, and silence enveloping the place. âThank you, Sana.â You mutter, exhausted but still sparing the 20-year-old a smile. You hand her a small envelope. âFor today and last Saturday. How was he?â
Sana thanks you kindly and grabs her stuff. âAll good, no tantrums today.â
âThatâs good.â you walk into the kitchen, grabbing some food youâve meal prepped. âGet home safe, okay?â
âThank you, Y/N. Sleep well.â
When she leaves, you give yourself a moment to slump over the kitchen island, sighing in both relief and lingering tiredness. The silence feels nice, like an old and familiar friend welcoming you and praising you after yet another day of the same routine. Youâve always loved routines, but you canât help but crave at least some sort of spontaneity. Putting the tupperware of chicken and rice into the microwave for a minute, its light humming makes you zone out. The conversation from before with your son ringing in your mind like a very annoying bell.
Soon, images of his son, your ex, flood your mind. An old fluttery sensation residing in the pit of your stomach, your body suddenly feeling all too warm for your liking. Your fists clench to stop their light trembling, shaking your head free of him.Â
Not now.
You stop the microwave at one second, before it makes that obnoxious beeping and wakes your son. There are two chairs at the small dining table, you sit at one of them and eat your now warm meal. Youâve started meal prepping after one too many missed meals and a few incidents where that light-headedness and blurred vision caused you to faint. Luckily, you were alone when that happened. Unluckily, you were alone when that happened. Nursing a few bruises to your forehead after making contact was not a fun time.Â
You take time to eat, in no particular rush. Although you know you should be getting ready for bed soon for another early day tomorrow, your body doesnât move. Either consciously or subconsciously. The end of the day is when you find yourself attempting to unwind and detach from the dayâs events. But, the stress of unpaid bills, debts, and worry for the future always find time to crawl back.
Itâs exhausting, extremely so. Sure, youâre an adult and this is normal. But donât you deserve at least a little bit of time when you donât have to worry about anything? It feels like every waking second your mind is working overtime, your body in a constant state of motion. Itâs worn you down completely over the years. But you have a son who needs you, so you suppose you shouldnât be feeling pity for yourself.
This is what parenting is all about, isnât it?
Making sacrifice after sacrifice for your child. However, when you feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper, slowly losing more of yourself, what if thereâs nothing left to sacrifice in the first place? The eviction bill from this morning taunts you as it lays upright in front of you in the middle of the table.
Itâs then do you think, no, you do have one thing left.Â
Koji.
If Kojiâs gone, then you really have nothing left. Thereâs no reason to live if that happens. And with the path youâre going down, thatâs feeling more and more like a dreaded possibility.Â
I wanna see Papa.
Kojiâs words play repeatedly. For a second, you feel yourself resonating with your son. Only for a second. You reach for your phone and go to Google, typing in a name that still haunts you. Youâre barely three letters in before his name appears and youâre clicking.
A smiling image fills your screen along with other general information.
For some unknown reason, your breath hitches. You feel like heâs almost staring at you, smiling at your pathetic predicament. Grip tightening around your phone, swallowing down an unexpecting lump, tears fall from your eyes and onto the phone screen.
Why youâre crying, you donât know. It could be many things, but you wonât address that right now.
Gojo Satoru.
The father of your child, your ex of 4 years.Â
You rarely look him up, almost never. Only in desperate times when you feel yourself drowning and needing some sort of comfort. Itâs stupid. You havenât been together or even seen him in seven years. Not since you ended things with him. Not since you felt his hands roam your skin, whispering sweet words.
He didnât even protest or question why. Almost like he knew your breakup was inevitable. Youâre not sure if that hurts more.
Youâre twenty-eight now. But while your life still feels the same from when you met Satoru at the ripe age of seventeen, youâve reached a plateau. But him? Heâs thriving, of course. Making a name for himself, as an heir to one of the biggest conglomerates in Japan, the Gojo Group.Â
Youâre happy for him. But where is that happiness for yourself?
You feel a little, no, a lot jealous. You always were of Satoru. Being given everything he wants without much thought, never worrying about money, and a stable home life. Youâre extremely jealous of that bastard.
But right now, jealousy isnât in the picture. Itâs your sonâs father. And if you want to keep your son, give him everything he wants, that starts with one person.
Letting him meet his father.Â
âHoney, do you like your pancakes?â you ask your son whoâs currently scarfing down his plate of breakfast. Adorned in an adorable shirt uniform shirt and some little black trousers. He hums back excitedly with a muffled âyes, mamaâ. With a chuckle, you dry up the rest of the dishes, then your hands. Dropping him off at school is the first thing on your agenda, as per usual.Â
The walk to his school is a familiar one, wanting to get your son knowledgeable with the route so when the day comes that he needs to walk him himself, heâd know his way back. You pass by other kids and parents, some children yelling bye as they step onto the school grounds, with others giving their children long-lasting hugs.
You walk until you reach his door, his teacher, Mr. Ito, standing outside and greeting his students as they enter. When he makes eye contact with Koji, he smiles a bit wider. âGood morning, Koji.â
âGood morning!â your son happily replies, waving up at his teacher. With one final hug and kiss shared, heâs running in to already begin talking to his friends. Standing back up, you see Mr. Ito already looking at you. And you especially donât miss the way his eyes not so subtly rake up and down your figure. You clear your throat. âGood morning.â
He meets your eyes again. âGood morning, Y/N-san. How are you today?â
âGood, and you?âÂ
âVery good.âÂ
The way his tone is almost causes you to visibly shiver, brows furrowing slightly in discomfort. One of the things you dislike the most about Kojiâs school, his teacher. Although he hasnât outwardly done or said anything inappropriate, youâre a smart woman. âThatâs good. WellâŚhave a nice day.â Doing anything you can to quickly end this dreaded conversation, but still wanting to maintain a level of politeness.Â
Youâre about to turn on your heel and leave when he calls out. âAh, Y/N-san?â
Damn it, what now? âYes?â you turn and look at him.
The distance between you reduces as he steps a little closer. âI have some concerns regarding Kojiâs behavior in class. Would you be available to set up a conference anytime this week?â
âBehavior? Has he been misbehaving?â You did not expect that.
âWell, itâs complicated. He has some trouble listening as talks when he shouldnât. Iâd like to nip this in the bud before it grows out of control.â Mr. Ito cooly replies, smile looking more like a hidden smirk. âSo, will you be available?â
You hesitate, not really. With your two jobs, you barely have time for yourself, let alone your sonâs teacher. But if itâs regarding a behavior problem, then do you have any choice? âI think Iâll be free this Saturday. Weekdays are very hectic for more.â
He nods. âThatâs fine, we can grab coffee.â When your head tilts slightly, he adds on with a chuckle. âAnd discuss Koji over coffee. On me.â
Right, of course. You know what this is, but just think about your son. Thatâs the priority. âOkay, 8 am at Latte Lounge sound good?â
âSounds excellent, Iâll see you then. Have a wonderful day.â
With a simple nod back, you turn around and finally leave. Practically feeling the way his eyes shamelessly check out your behind. A frown inevitably grows on your face, why wouldnât it? As long as this man doesnât try anythingâŚmore, you should be fine. And if he does, 1) youâll be in public, and 2) youâll tell him straight up.
Whatever.Â
âPizza or teriyaki?â
âPizza!â
âOf course.â you chuckle and put the frozen pizza in your cart, your son clutched onto your right hand after announcing he can walk on his own because heâs a big boy. The grocery store isnât crowded during this time of day. Rightfully so. Itâs 7 pm on a Tuesday, most people already cooking dinner by now. You always grocery shop at this time, your son appreciates it too. Thereâs been a few times when you both got quickly and very overwhelmed with the bustling nature of the grocery store on a weekend morning. Currently, youâre moving through the snack section now, picking up a few of your and Kojiâs favorites.Â
âMama, can I pick a cereal?â Koji asks and points to the cereal aisle next over. When you nod, he happily runs off. You still however make sure to look over at him frequently when picking up and putting down a few snacks.Â
You reach up to grab a pack of Hello Panda, the pink and chocolate ones, before a hand beats you to it. âOh, Iâm sorry.â As soon as you look over, you and the stranger meet eyes.Â
Immediately, thereâs a silence that falls over you two. Eyes each blown wide in shock.Â
Oh, youâve got to be shitting me.
Just your luck. As soon as the stranger speaks, a strange nostalgia fills you. âY-Y/N?â
It almost sounds weird coming from his lips. Your friendâwell, ex?--friend gets out. He still looks the same, just moreâŚmanly.Â
â...Suguru, IâIâm⌠surprised to see you.â you awkwardly laugh. Reunions were never easy.
âOh my god,â Suguru breaths out, shaking his head with a faint smile. âWell, shit. I mean, how are you? You..you look good.â His eyes move down your figure in an appreciative way.
âThank you, Iâm good. How are you? Your hair is longer.â you motion to his sea of black, healthy locks. â âM a little jealous.â
He laughs with you, the sound reminding you of old times. âYeah, been working on it. And Iâm good.â
Another pause is permitted, as if you two arenât very sure what to say to one another. Well, in all honesty, it has been seven years. âWell,â he clears his throat and puts his hands in his pockets. âWhat are you up to?â
âOh, you know,â you glance down at your cart. âJust some shopping.â
He also looks down, head tilting slightly. âAh, right.â With a nod, he juts his head toward the direction of the kidâs toothpaste. âJust for one?â He laughs, joking of course.Â
You mentally curse yourself, putting a pack of cookies on top of the toothpaste to hide its already revealed existence. âUh, yeââ
âMama! I want this one!â Koji runs up to you, showcasing his desired cereal.
WellâŚ..shit.Â
As if things werenât already complicated.
With Suguruâs eyes even wider than when they were staring at you, his mouth is practically on the floor when the young boy looks at him. His sharp eyes dart across his features andâŚ..
âI-is thisââ
âKoji.â you cut him off, gulping and shifting the child closer to your leg. âMy son.â
Suguru spends another good minute staring at the boy, who innocently stares back. When his eyes slowly move from the blue ones to yours, there are a million and more questions swirling in his brain. Heâs not even sure which one to ask first. But he goes with the obvious. â...IsâŚ.is heâŚ..â
You nod uncomfortably.Â
He lets out a breath he didnât even know he was holding, hand running through his hair. âHoly shit, I meanâŚ.holy heck.â
Your lips purse, putting Kojiâs cereal in your cart before picking him up in your arms. âKoji, this is Suguru. Say hi.â
âHi.â Koji childishly smiles at the older man. âAre you Mamaâs friend?â
Suguru spares you a glance. âUhmâŚyeah. Yeah, kid, I am. Nice to meet you.â He then shifts weirdly, not sure if he should shake the boyâs hand, which seems too formal. He decides to gently ruffle his hair. âSoâŚhow old is he?â The question is directed towards you, but Koji answers. âIâm five!â He holds up five small fingers.Â
âFive?â Suguruâs brows furrow at you. Itâs surprising how quickly you recognize that scolding look of his. âHave youââ
âNo.â you once again cut him off, shifting Koji to your hip. âI havenât.â
âWhy?â
Thatâs a good question. One you know the answer toâŚslightly. But with Koji looking between you two curiously, you canât exactly say why. At least not here. âIâŚ.I justâŚhavenât.â
Silence.Â
You can feel Suguru regarding you with many emotions, but the main one is confusion. He bites his lip as he thinks over how to react properly to this situation. From the looks of it, Koji is just as clueless as him, maybe even more. âJesus Christ, I donât even know what to say right now.â Heavily sighing, he looks back at Koji, then you, then Koji, then finally you. âYouâre going toâŚright? I mean, he deserves to know, Y/N. Youâve justâI mean, come on.â
Thereâs not much of a response to that, much to his expectation. You always used to do this when you were guilty. But Suguru has always been the more⌠empathetic of the two. âLook, IâI know youâre probably going through your own things, butâŚâ
You look at him again, remorseful. His lips purse and with a heavy sigh, he takes a card out from his pocket and hands it to you. âHereâs my business card, it has my number. We lost your old one, so.â
Your hand reaches out to take it, examining the words, Rising Futures Foundation. "Building futures, one child at a time.â You meet his eyes again, forcing words out. âOkayâŚthanks.âÂ
âNo need,â he waves you off, taking down the two Hello Panda boxes and putting them in your cart. âIâm sorry, I have things to do right now, but pleaseâŚgive me a call, okay?â
With slight hesitation, you nod. He mirrors you before focusing on the child again, a smile forming. âSee you, buddy.â Suguru pats his shoulder lightly before walking away and away from your vision.
Your mind is being overrun, body feeling stiff and stuck, unsure of how to process what the fuck just happened. No doubt heâs about to tell his best friend. Then said best friend will find you and Koji. Then maybe heâll try taking you to court for hiding his son for five years. Youâll obviously lose because you have no lawyer and Satoru has the best. Your son, your one and only, your sole happiness will be taken away from you and youâll be left alone to rot in anguiâ
âMama?â Kojiâs small hand is put to your cheek, stirring you from your mild comatose state. âAre you okay? You have tears in your eyes.â
âWhat?â Raising your hand to your eye and sure enough, you are letting loose some tears. âNo, no, Mamaâs okay. Iâm not crying, justâŚjust tired.â
But with growing age, so is his perception. âAre you sure? Did your friend make you cry? I donât like him then.â
Oh, how sweet. You smile, head tilting. âNo, baby. Donât say that, okay? Mamaâs fine. I promise. See? Iâm smiling. Wanna smile with me?â
Like clockwork, he follows your emotions and smiles, giggling. âYeah, I wanna smile with you. I like smiling with you, Mama.â
âAnd I like it when you smile with me too.â
Maybe, this isnât too bad. You were just thinking that you want Koji to finally meet his dad. So, this is good. This ensures a meeting. But, it also ensures a deep-rooted, most likely bad confrontation that will take place between you two. Why wouldnât it? At least youâll be able to prepare yourself now, mentally.Â
You can imagine the harsh words he might say. The raised voices and brutal questions about how you can do this to him and so on. In hindsight, you deserve it. What kind of woman does do this to a man? Children are supposed to be bundles of joy, not hidden secrets. Of course, thereâs the lingering worries of what legal action Satoru, or his family, might try to take.
That would quite literally fuck you over so hard.
ButâŚmaybe Satoru will go easy on you because of your past. You really donât know. This situation is messy as fuck and itâs mostlyâa lotâbecause of you. You have no one to blame but yourself. Hopefully, heâll take pity on you, even though you hate when others pity you. Itâs different when it comes to him, the father of your son. It always has been and it probably always will be.Â
Honestly, youâre a little relieved that you ran into the best friend of the man than the man himself. Now that wouldâve been bad.Â
The sounds of skin against skin fill the room, mixed with heavy grunts and airy moans. The headboard repeatedly hitting the wall plays like a drum, the lights dim and the view of the dark city landscape is exposed. Satoruâs gripping the womanâs hips, leaving crescent-shaped indents in her fair skin. Her constant mewls sound heavenly in his ears. âGod, you feel soâŚ.goodâŚâ
âS-satoru!âÂ
âYeah, say my name. Just like that, baby.â
He presses a firm hand down on the small of her back to keep her arch in place, feeling his release invade her warm walls, filling her with a lovely warmth. She clenches around him, moaning out once more as she finishes with him.
He collapses against her back, his heavy breaths tingling her ear. âBaby, that wasâŚso goodâŚâ she croaks out.Â
Satoruâs mind is fuzzy, vision blurring slightly. He hums in response and leans back up to pull out, discarding the heavy condom with his load into the trashcan beside the bed. âStay.â With a small pat to her hip, heâs forcing his limbs out of bed and to the connecting bathroom to grab a warm rag. Aftercare. Although most of the time, he really canât be bothered to do something like this. Cleaning her up feels like a chore sometimes, but the last time he voiced that opinion, it led to a huge argument between the two.Â
In just a few minutes, theyâre both cleaned and changed. Wearing his sweats low on his hips while she indulges in just one of his oversized shirts. Another small pet peeve he has. And another thing he must keep his mouth shut about. âWhat time do you have to go into the office tomorrow?â Himari asks, snuggled up against his chest, dainty fingers tracing circles along the firm muscles.Â
âSame time as always,â he sighs, grabbing the TV remote and putting a random show on. âYou know that.â
âI know, butâŚcanât you just call off tomorrow? Please? I wanna spend the day with you.â
When he looks back down at her, sheâs frowning. A small tug is pulled at his heart and before he knows it, heâs pulling her closer and placing a gentle kiss to her hair. âCanât, baby. Maybe this weekend?â
Satoru can feel her ready to protest again, but the sound of the front door downstairs being opened and closed interrupts the moment. Followed by the familiar voice of his friend. âSatoru! You here?â
Satoruâs brows furrow slightly. A small grunt falls from his lips as he maneuvers Himari off his chest, standing up and walking out. He looks down the staircase and sees Suguru staring up at him. âWhat do you want? Iâm sorta busy.â Himari comes out and hugs his waist, proof of his so-called âbusynessâ.Â
Suguru holds back an eye roll when the woman gives him a look, focusing on his best friend. âNeed to talk to you. Privately.âÂ
âFor what?â
âItâs important.â
âSo just say it now.â
âDamn it, Satoru. Just come down and kick your friend out.â
âGirlfriend.â Himari corrects with a scowl.
âYeah, sure.â Suguru waves her off and motions for Satoru to come down as he walks into the manâs kitchen.
Sighing with his eyes closed, he turns to Himari. âSorry, babe. My driverâll give you a ride back.â
Once again, she frowns. âBut Iââ
âPlease.âÂ
His bottom lip pokes out in a small, but convincing pout. âIâll see you later, mkay?â Satoru reaches his thumb out and brushes it along her cheekbone, which he knows sheâs weak for. Confliction and hesitation dance in her eyes but she concedes. Gathering her purse and shows, she gives Satoru a dramatic kiss on the lips before leaving.Â
âFinally,â Suguru huffs from the kitchen, swirling a glass of whiskey. âI thought you guys broke up.â
âIt was a break.â Satoru grumbles, walking over to stand across from his friend, snatching the glass out his hand and sipping. âAnyway, whatâs so important you come unannounced for and demand my sweet company to leave?â
âThat woman is not sweet.âÂ
Satoru smiles and shrugs, âShe tastes it.âÂ
A groan is heard from Suguru, eyes rolling before he shakes his head. âLook, you should sit down.â
âThat good, huh?â he plops down in the nearby chair and leans back, arm resting against the back of it. He nods. âAlright, shoot, baby.â
Suguru takes in a deep breath and steels himself for the more than likely hard conversation. A part of him feels like heâs intruding, like itâs not his place to reveal such a thing to him. But at the end of the day, itâs his best friend. And you, wellâŚheâs not exactly sure if youâre still friends or not. âWhat I tell you might sound crazy, but I need you to promise youâll stay calm until Iâm done speaking, got it?â
Satoruâs brows raise in mild astonishment, seeing Suguru get all serious like this is quite amusing. âOkay, I promise.â He shrugs again. âCanât be that bad, right? No oneâs hurt.â
Not yet, Suguru says to himself. He claps his hands together, mulling over how exactly to break the news. âSo, I came across an old friend today.â
âOh yeah? She cute?â Satoru swirls the alcohol in his glass.
Suguru holds back another eye roll. âYeah, she is.â
âNice, man.â the white-haired man chuckles, head tilting. âSo what, did she make a move on you or something? Now thatâs crazy.â
âIâll have you know, Iâm actually quite favorable amongst women.â
âAre you now?â
âListen, you ass. No talking, just listening.â When he doesnât get a response back, he takes it as a sign to continue. âAnyway, I saw an old friend. AndâŚshe had a kid with her.â Satoru nods slowly, already getting lost on his this information is even remotely crazy, or relevant to him. But he stays shut, deciding not to face another one of Suguruâs mini-lectures. One more deep breath is let out from Suguru and he gets to the point. âIt was Y/N, she has a kid.â
A small beat of silence follows as Suguru gauges his best friendâs reaction. He doesnât look like heâs flipping out, but he doesnât show much emotion either. Confusing Suguru, he waits for the inevitable lash out. âWho?â Satoru ends up asks.
His best friend knits his brows, trying to see if the other man is serious or not. When his expression doesnât change, he replies. âY/NâŚâ he speaks slowly. â...your ex?â
Still, no emotion. But his grip on the glass does tighten. âAnd she has a kid.â Suguru reiterates, almost in nervousness now.Â
âSatoruâŚ.the kid looks exactly like you.â
a/n: thank you guys for reading!!! Sorry if this chapter was a little short, iâll try to make the next ones a little more longer. But writing super huge chapters isnât my forte. Anyway, stay tuned for chapter 2 :)
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I thought they did a great nuanced ending for Glass Onion that a lot of people miss.
Miles Bron couldnât be stopped legally. Blanc even warns that he is not Batmanâ his actions are limited the scope of the law, and thatâs it.
So when they reach a point where Bron destroys the physical evidence and cannot legally be held accountable, Blanc steps away. Helen knows she cannot beat him legallyâ her sister tried this, Anne not only did she lose, but it Andi actually cost her her life. Asa Black woman, she knows, like Blanc (queer), that people will do and say anything to stay on the good side of a rich white person whom they think can help them. To âhold onto that golden titty,â as Helen says.
So Blanc steps away. He has taken the law as far as it can go.
And this gives room for Helen work on Bronâs destructionâ yes, she has fun blowing up his stuff, but she does what Blanc could not do: ruins Bronâs reputation.
âYour fuel of the future just barbecued the world's most famous painting, you dumbass! Congratulations on the public launch of Klear, and the end of Miles Bron. You're ruined. And you did get your wish - to forever be remembered in the same breath as the Mona Lisa.â
Itâs a really subtle but realistic momentâ people like Bron (or Musk or 45 or any of the awful horrible white rich men out there) never see justice legally. They just donât. Weâre all know it.
The only way to take them down is for the public to turn against them. To make their names so radioactive that no one will go near them.
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iâve absolutely loved the way viâs appearance has been modified throughout this season.
in act 1, she retains her season 1 look, which could be seen as symbolic of an enduring self image of someone who must be unyielding and unchanging, i.e. someone who can protect zaun. this strength was borne of anger and grief surrounding the loss of her family, and her unchanged appearance makes clear that this vision of who vi believes herself to be still prevails. she becomes an enforcer after the attack on the memorialânot because she forsakes zaun, but because she believes she canât protect anyone from jinx without the badge.
this is also the same hair she had when she first met and worked with caitlyn. we get the impression that she wants to be the same tough fighter who can keep them both afloat, but considering that vi seems most vulnerable in the presence of caitlynâwho causes her to suffer by persuading her to become an enforcerâwe know this is futile. this theme is present during their first kiss, where vi almost buckles while caitlyn stands up straight.
then after caitlynâs betrayal, a drastic change to her appearance occurs. she dyes her hair black and applies black eyeshadow, even black paint, to her face. she paints on a defensive facade to hide how vulnerable she is and her misery over making the wrong choice again and again and again. she tries to seem dangerous by making her rage visible but only ends up making her pain visible. hints of pink show through at the ends of her hair.
then jinx asks her to help her save vander, to overcome her lasting hatred for the hope of reuniting their family, and she actually does. she makes herself vulnerable again, and is rewarded by an unreal reconnection with jinx in the serene surroundings of viktorâs commune. she feels a flicker of hope that they might save their father. vi has the chance to forge a self-image that is not related to loss, and she seeks her younger self: the person who would put herself in harmâs way for her sister without a second thought.
then she bumps into caitlyn, who describes her as âan angry oil slickâ. vi doesnât respond with anger as she usually wouldâshe just lets caitlyn see her. âdonât sugarcoat it, cupcake.â her dyed hair and shadowed eyes become a metamorphic signal. i believe caitlyn senses viâs changing relationship with anger and is pushed to confront her own. she leaves her vendetta behind and defects.
in episode 8, viâs hair is reverting back to pink and growing longer.
she goes to a locked up, grieving jinx and immediately opens her cage. viâs transformation is almost complete; she has overcome the rage that made her reject powder all those years ago and replaced it with the desire to hold her sister even if her sister wonât hold her back.
succumbing to the loss of isha and vander, jinx traps vi in the cell and leaves, but it doesnât matter. vi has become a force of love, not rage. caitlyn finds her, and reveals that she met vi halfway and allowed her to free jinx. caitlyn, too, has let go of her revenge motive. unlike vi, caitlynâs appearance hasnât changed, but she still expressesâthrough actions, not wordsâthat she wonât let her anger control her any longer. she finally affirms her loyalty to vi. now on the same page, they kiss for a second time.
by the end of the finale, some remnants of viâs transformation remain: her dark eyeshadow, her longer hair. she has come to terms with the things which she allowed to haunt her for a long time, but she must still learn what to do with her grief. she leans on caitlynâs shoulder and accepts her support. interestingly, a physical change has at last found caitlyn, who wears an eye patch. after losing her mother at the start of the season she tried to remain unchanged and unwavering, but came to the realisation that her obsessive, grief-fuelled anger was obscuring her vision. her eye patch represents both an altered worldview and a newfound vulnerability; her skilled sharpshooting will definitely be impeded.
arcane teaches its characters that sometimes being vulnerable is not the same as being weak, and that attaining emotional clear-sightedness is a turning point on the path to self actualisation.
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WANNA BE YOURS â JJ MAYBANK.
summary: jjâs been avoiding you after your break up with john b , but not for the reason you think.
request from prompt list: âi canât stay away from you.â
When you think back to your relationship with John B , you arenât sure when it stopped being meaningful.
Of course the relationship had its moments. The ones that you could look back on and smile , cherish the memory. But it was different. Because you didnât look back on those memories and feel sad. You didnât cry that they were fleeting. You didnât miss it.
It was more of a grateful feeling. A feeling of fulfillment and enjoyment. But not sad.
In the end , the both of you felt it. That connection wasnât there. The relationship wasnât growing. You werenât falling in love with eachother , more so , falling into a friendship that the both of you were scared to let go.
He had become your person and vice versa. The comfort the both of you had gotten from eachother , how honest and vunerable the two of you were able to be was something special.
But the relationship ran its course and John B admitted that he had started developing feelings for Sarah Cameron.
You werenât mad at him or upset. He cried , feeling ashamed and scared of what it meant: you held his hand , brushed his face and encouraged him to explore it.
Breaking the news to your friends were the hardest part. Pope and Kiara were all knowing , especially Pope who you had confided in once before. They were supportive , and promised that nothing would change in the Pogueâs dynamic.
JJ on the other hand , he looked like a deer in headlights. He fidgeted alot , kept glancing up at you to study your face. JJ could tell that you didnât look upset and he wasnât sure what that meant. He wanted to yell at John B , push him and curse him for taking something as beautiful as you for granted.
But he couldnât.
In fact , he couldnât even face you.
JJ had always been taken with you. Since the moment he met you on the beach , everything about you just left him speechless. He though you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and he remembered how he gushed to Pope about you , ranting and raving about the girl he met.
Imagine his surprise when you showed up at the Chateau two days later next to John Bâ grinning up at him with stars in your eyes. He was deflated. Hurt. But he couldnât blame anyone but himself for not making a move that night.
For two years he watched you and John B be together. And in those two years he had gotten to know you. All of you. That didnât help. He thought the feelings he had for you would disappear. Girl after girl came into his life until he realized , he looked for you in every girl he met.
Although it was hard for him and it hurt him to slowly fall in love with you while you were seemingly falling in love for his bestfriend , it was easier for him to accept the fact you were off limits because you were taken by said bestfriend. Now that you were single , free and John B was running off with the Kook Princess , JJ wasnât confident that he could just. . . not make a move , not confess everything he had pent up all these years.
But God , did he love you.
JJ had made it a point to avoid you. Any time he saw you at the Wreck , he ducked and hoped you hadnât seen him. When you were invited to the Chateau or to the marsh , JJ always found some excuse to give so he wouldnât be there. So he wouldnât have to see you.
It was killing him on the inside. He was itching to see you again. To finally touch you , feel you , be yours. But he was afraid. Afraid of rejection , how it would to his friends , how John B would feel especially.
It was too messy and he couldnât do it.
He couldnât.
Eventually you had noticed JJâs sudden change in behavior.
âIs it just me or does he like , suddenly hate me?â You mentioned to Kiara while the two of you sunbathed , JJ affectively avoiding you by staying in the water.
Kiara scoffed. âI wouldnât say hate.â
You were confused by what she meant.
But days turned into weeks , and you couldnât take it anymore. You missed him. It made you feel like he blamed you for the break up with John B or he resented you for whatever reason.
Your knuckles rapped on the door to his room where you knew he was staying in John Bâs hallway. The other Pogueâs went surfing and told you JJ wasnât coming because he was sick.
You finally had enough.
âJJ freaking Maybank! I know youâre in there so open up the damn door.â You yelled through the wood loudly , a fixated look on your face.
Nobody answered and you continued knocking on the door. âJJ! What the hell is your problem with me?â Your voice was just as loud. But after minutes of silence , you stopped knocking. Suddenly you felt all of your anger disappear. You felt small , and for some reason your chest began to hurt.
âJJ. . .â the anger was all gone , now your voice was soft and sad. Cracking at the end of his name. âWhy wonât you talk to me?â
As if JJâs own heart broke at the sound of your voice , he sighed heavily and got up from his place on the bed. The door flung open and in front of you stood a disheveled JJ. His hair was a mess , there were bags under his eyes and you could tell he had been crying. âI canât stay away from youââ
âReally? Because it seems like thatâs all youâve been doing these past couple weeks is staying away from me.â
âI canât stay away from you but I have to.â JJ finished his sentence. Scratching the back of his neck , he refused to meet your eyes. âI just need some time.â
You blinked confused. Your heart squeezing. âAre you mad at me? What did I do? Is this about John B?â
JJ groaned. âThis isnât about John B! Nothing about this is about John B right now.â
He snapped at you and it took you aback. Your eyes widened , not expecting that from him. It made you frown and you took a step closer to him. âJJ please. . . tell me whatâs going on.â
âI canât.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause I justâ because I canât.â
âYou canât or you wonât?â
âI love you.â JJ blurted. Now he was fully looking at you. âOkay? I love you. Not in the friend way. Not in a Pogue way. The in love with you wayââ JJ suddenly felt the world lift off of his shoulders. It all started coming out like word vomit and he couldnât stop it , but he didnât want to either. âI love the way your hair gets all knotted up in the saltwater and it takes you hours to comb it out. I love that you wake up every morning and eat the same exact breakfast and makes sure everyone else in the house eats before they leave. I love that you love the animals and you care about nature. I even like you stupid little romance books that I pretend I hate hearing about when secretly I wish we were in our own love story. . .â he took a deep breath.
âIâve loved you since the moment I met you , sweetheart and Iâm trying to make it go away but itâs not.â
You were stunned. It all hit you at once and you stared. Mouth agape , eyes wide , and your cheeks flushed pink. It was the sweetest confession you had ever gotten , and the way JJ looked at you like you were the only girl in the world only added to the butterflies now swarming in your stomach.
âWhy did youââ you stuttered , trying to figure out the words to say. âWhy didnât you tell me?â
âWould it have changed anything?â JJ said defeated.
âIt would have changed everything.â You admitted.
You werenât sure what was going to happen now or how to navigate the news. Though you did know that something changed. It would forever be changed.
And you were okay with that.
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can you see the stars in your dreams (and do they have a lot to say about me) - Part 20
Or: a secret Admirer AU
PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6 || PART 7 || PART 8 || PART 9 || PART 10 || PART 11 || PART 1 || PART 13 || PART 14 || PART 15 || PART 16 || PART 17 || PART 18 || PART 19
Chrissy is willing to admit that when Steve doesnât call her after his date, she panics. If her mom wasnât such a light sleeper, she wouldâve snuck out to check up on him. But instead, she wallows, dozing on the couch, not even able to call Jeff to bitch because what if Steve chooses that moment to call?
So, she can admit, when he finally calls a few minutes after seven in the morning, sheâs a little short with him.
âFinally, Steven,â she hisses into the phone, keeping her voice quiet so as not to alert her mother to their conversation. âI thought you were dead in a ditch somewhere!â
âSorry, sorry!â he rushes out, sounding contrite. âWe sort of fell asleep.â
Chrissy gasps, a smile slowly spreading on her face as the implications set in. âYou guys slept together?â she demands gleefully.
âWe didnât have sex!â he shouts, and sheâs glad, for the first time, that his parents are so absent from his everyday life. âWe just fell asleep!â
Sheâs still smiling, twirling the phone cord round and round her fingers. âDoes that mean it went well?â she wheedles.
She doesnât think that Eddie would suddenly realize heâs straight and renege on the date, not really, but Steve had, and she canât get the terrified tone of his voice out of her head.
âWellââ he drawls, leaving her on tenterhooks for a few seconds more. âHe took me to see some shitty horror movie.â
âOh my god,â she whispers, full-on grinning now. âWhat a stereotypical move.â
âYeah, thatâs what I thought,â he replies so wryly that she can almost see the way his eyes must be rolling. âExcept he barely talked to me the whole time and didnât even try to hold my hand.â
âNo!â
âAnd then he took me into the woods like some sort of serial killer, and then tried to kiss me so abruptly that my lip split a little.â
âNo!â she shrieks with laughter before catching herself and slapping a palm over her own mouth as Steveâs own amused chuckle filters through the phone line. âAnd you still spent the night?â
âHe was nervous!â Steve defended. âAnd besides, the second kiss was much better.â
âYour boyâs a fast learner, huh?â
Steve hums, and she wishes he was here with her, so she could see the dopey grin that must be on his face as he says, âyeah,â with a dreamy sigh. âHe took me stargazing.â
Chrissy coos, canât help it, not when this whole thingâs been building for so long now. Not when thereâs been an edge of fear to everything Steveâs said for months. He deserves something nice for once.
âAnd youâre going out again?â
âOh, definitely,â he replies, and a knot of fear sheâs had tucked beneath her sternum loosens.
He sounds excited, happy, hopeful. If Eddie does anything to jeopardize this, Chrissy will be digging a very deep hole and tossing him into it. Sheâs got a shovel, and the muscle strength built up from years of cheerâsheâll manage just fine.
So, when Eddie walks up to her in the cafeteria in some sort of fucked up parallel to that first time and bends at the waist in a showy bow, hand outstretched as he asks, âa word, madam?â sheâs ready to kill him.
But, when she glances at Steve at her side, his ears are red, and heâs smiling up at Eddie from beneath his lashes. And when she looks back toward Eddie she catches the tail-end of a wink that has Steve sputtering.
Even Jason doesnât protest from the other side of the table where heâs quietly seething.
So, she takes his hand and follows him out of the cafeteria.
Eddie doesnât seem to know where heâs going, as he walks through the halls, peering into nooks and crannies until he finds a corner he deems suitably vacant enough. He flops down, legs outstretched in front of him, uncaring of the dirt caking the floor.
He pats the spot next to him, smiling up at her, so she slides down the wall and crouches beside him, unwilling to let her bare legs touch the floor.
Eddie leans away from the wall and wrestles his jacket off before placing it on the floor in front of Chrissy. Gratefully, she sits atop it, crossing her legs to keep them safe. She turns her body so sheâs facing Eddie dead on, and he follows her lead.
When he doesnât say anything, she breaks the silence with a quiet, âI hope you know that if you hurt my friend, Iâll kill you.â
âI have no doubt, Lady Cunningham,â Eddie replies, drawing an X across his heart with his finger. âBut, Iâm not here to talk about Steve.â
âThenâwhat?â
Heâs grimacing now, no longer meeting her eyes as he fiddles with his rings, one of his fingers bizarrely missing its usual adornment. âWeâre friends, right?â he asks hesitantly, like heâs choosing each word with deliberate care.
âOf course,â she replies, eyes trained on the little furrow between his brows. Heâs picking at a hole in the knee of his jeans, further fraying the edges. âWhy would you ask that?â
He sighs, slumping into himself in a way that makes him look small. âIâm glad Iâm here, okay?â he asks, not waiting for her to answer before he continues. âSteveâs great, and I wouldnât trade that for anything. But, you still lied to meâ"
"We never lied to you," she cuts in, and he waves his hand in assent.
"Yeah, yeah, but you all like, conspired behind my back, and that feelsâŚâ
âShitty,â she continues for him when he seems to lose his words.
âYeah! Shitty, it feels shitty that you were all talking about me behind my back all so you could keep this from me."
Chrissy sighs. Sheâd known theyâd have to talk about it eventuallyâclear all this stale air so they could move onâbut it doesnât make it any less uncomfortable. But, heâs right; no matter their intentions, theyâd all made a mess of things. Sheâd known that even as sheâd been in the thick of it.
So, she starts where these things should always start, and looks him dead in the eye as she says, âIâm sorry.â
He finally looks up, seeming almost surprised. âJust like that?â
âYes, Eddie, just like that,â she replies, maintaining eye contact even as her gut squirms. âWe were just trying to protect each other, but that doesnât mean it was the right choice.â
His eyes are wide, still shocked, and she wonders, something uncomfortably close to pity bubbling up within her, if heâs not used to receiving apologies at all.
âBoth of you?â he asks.
Chrissy averts her gaze, mouth twisting up. âYou know how Steve said Jason has been kind of stalkery?â she asks, watching Eddie nod out of the corner of her eye before she continues. âWell, it was worse before. He kept coming to my house and cornering me at school, and I just wanted to move on.â
It was more than that, though. She still remembers the way fear crept down her spine as cold sweat when sheâd opened her door to Jason smiling at her like theyâd never broken up, the way her throat had closed up when heâd scooted far too close to her side at the lunch table.
The way he kept cornering her in the hallway when no one was around to witness it.Â
âSo, when I found Steve trying to write that first letter, I struck a deal,â she continues. She feels bad about that, even now, even still. âHeâd be my boyfriend, and Iâd help him with the letters.â
She finally turns back to Eddie, braced for, what? Condemnation? But heâs squinting at her like sheâs a puzzle heâs trying to crack as he says, âyou totally would have helped him anyway,â with so much conviction that it warms her.Â
âOh, definitely.â
Heâs still looking at her, but heâs smiling at her, eyes warmer than sheâs ever seen them.Â
âAlright, I forgive you,â Eddie says, like itâs easy.
Itâs too easy.Â
âJust because we had reasons doesnât mean it was fair to you,â she replies, steel in her voice as she squares her shoulders and looks at him dead on. âIt doesnât mean you werenât hurt,â she finishes, reaching out to pat his knee.
He doesnât jerk away, just looks at her hand on his knee with a peculiar smile on his face. âYou know there was a time when you touching me like that wouldâve sent me into a tizzy,â he says, still looking down at her hand.
âAnd now?â
âNothing,â he replies, shrugging. âIt was never you, Chrissy Cunnigham.â
âYou either, Eddie Munson,â she replies, matching his smile as she smacks his hand once before withdrawing. âNow is that it, or was there something else you needed?â
He looks away, cheeks darkening to a blotchy red, sheâs almost worried heâll faint. âI, uh, well, the jacket?â
She thinks of Eddieâs jacket beneath her first, but thatâs not where heâs looking. His eyes are planted firmly on the sleeve of Steveâs letterman with a sort of longing thatâs almost funny in its intensity.
She doesnât ask any follow up questionsâif he wants the jacket, he can have the jacket. After all, itâs Steveâs no matter how attached to it sheâs become, and Steve had looked up at him with the sappiest look sheâs ever seen on his face.
Sheâd do more than give up his letterman to keep him happy.
Still, it feels strange when she pulls it off her back. A shiver runs through herâshe feels almost naked without its familiar weight.Â
Since that first day in the library, itâs been her shield against Jasonâs pushy advances, and her reminder that, no matter what happens, sheâd still have Steve.Â
But, Jasonâs backed off, and everywhere she turns, she sees her people: Steve, yes, but Jeff, and Eddie, and the Hellfire boysâeven Robin. Her lifeâs full to bursting in a way that itâs never been before.Â
Chrissy will miss it, but she doesnât need it anymore. Besides, she knows where Steve keeps his spare key, and sheâs not above stealing something else from his closet.Â
âJeffâs going to be sad,â she says, patting the bundled fabric in her arms like itâs a favored family pet, feeling strangely choked up. âHe really liked it.â
Eddie grimaces down at it and asks, âdo I need to get this thing dry cleaned?â
Chrissy throws her head back and laughs. âNo, but if you wouldâve waited a few more days, you might have.â
He makes a gagging noise, but when she holds it out for him, he readily takes it, even if he doesnât put it on. She wonders if itâs fear of homophobes or the thought of her and Jeffâs bodily fluids that stops him. Sheâs polite enough not to ask, even as Eddie says, âWait, is it you wearing it or him that Jeff likes?â
She opens her mouth to reply, ready to offer up a vague âboth,â but Eddie holds up his hand and cuts her off, talking quickly like heâs afraid of what she might say. âWait, donât tell me. I really, really donât need to know.â
Chrissy springs to her feet and picks Eddieâs own leather jacket up off the floor and sliding it on. Itâs even baggier than Steveâs was on her, clearly designed for layering. âIâm borrowing this,â she says, turning her back on him and making her way toward her next class just as the warning bell rings. âItâs cold today.â
âDonât do any weird sex things with it!â Eddie calls.
She laughs again, making a point to neither confirm nor deny her intentions no matter what he yells after her retreating back.
When Jeff slides into her passenger seat after school, he quirks a brow at her new look, and asks, âthat Eddieâs?â as he buckles his seatbelt.
âHe wanted Steveâs,â she says, reaching out to pat his knee consolingly.
âIâm going to miss that jacket,â Jeff sighs, looking genuinely forlorn for a second before he gets a particular gleam in his eye that Chrissyâs becoming increasingly familiar with. âYou knowââ
âEddie requested that we donât âdo any weird sex thingsâ with his jacket,â she cuts in, putting her car in reverse and slowly backing out of the spot.
Jeff groans like heâd been shot, and throws his head back into the headrest. She reaches out to dig her fingernails into his knee, just this side of too-hard so his groan shifts into a hiss.
âI know, baby,â she says, smiling sweetly at him as they pull away from the school. âBut, Iâll get your mind off it in no time.â
Jeff gulps, and doesnât utter another complaint for the rest of the night.
***
Robin watches Chrissy follow Eddie out of the cafeteria. Even after the door closes behind them, she keeps staring, wanting desperately to know what theyâre talking about. This might have all started because of her crush on Chrissy, but Robinâs nosy at heart, so even as the flames of her crush burn down to embers, she wants to know.
Steve had called her on Saturday, spilling all the details of what sounded like a truly horrible date as if it was some sort of fairy tale while Robin cackled in his ear. But heâd sounded buoyant with exhilaration, and all Robin had been able to think about was that heâs like her and heâs happy.
Maybe thereâs hope for her, too.
Robinâs broken out of her reverie by a shoulder bumping into hers. âShould we help him?â Vickie whispers, and it takes Robin a minute to snap her eyes away from her vibrant green eyes to follow her gaze over to Steve.
All the losers heâs still pretending to be friends are jeering at him, Tommy H. going so far as to slip into Chrissyâs vacant seat so he can jostle Steve around with a decidedly unfriendly look on his face while Steve picks halfheartedly at his lunch.
Robinâs out of her seat before she can even think about it, palms slapping noisily on the table as she calls. âHarrington!â Steve perks up, metaphorical tail wagging as he meets her eyes from across the room. âCome help me win a bet!â
Heâs up and out of his seat in a matter of seconds, leaving the remains of his lunch abandoned on his table as he trots over, slipping into the empty seat across from her while all the other band kids look at him like heâs got the plague.
âWhatâs the bet?â he asks, looking far more relaxed already than he had while surrounded by his supposed friends.
Robin kicks him under the table as she replies, âthe bet was whether youâd come when youâre called.â
âOh, hardy har har,â he mocks, kicking her right back until she links both her feet around his ankle and yanks him so he damn near falls off his seat.
âPoor little puppy,â she coos, reaching across the table to pat his head while he bats her hand away.
Vickieâs laughing from beside her; it rings through Robinâs ears like church bells. She gets stuck, staring at the pink of her cheeks, the red of her hair, the mirth in her emerald green eyes, hand still outstretched toward Steveâs hair.
He kicks her again, and she snatches her hand back, grateful for the intervention until she catches sight of the knowing look Steveâs shooting her. In retaliation, she grabs one of her carrot sticks and tries to shove it down his throat.
âNot a word, Harrington, or weâre through,â she hisses, finally succeeding in shoving the carrot into his mouth.
âYou guys are so funny,â Vickie says, still laughing.
Steve smiles, carrot sticking out of his mouth like itâs a cigar until he bites into it with a snap, seeming oddly satisfied.
Chrissy and Eddie donât come back, and by the time lunch is over, the rest of the band kids have finally stopped sitting there like scared lemmings, waiting for King Steve Harrington to attack. Sheâs sure theyâll soon learn what Robin already knows: the king is dead, long live the king.
She loves him so much, itâs almost stupid.
âSo, Steve Harrington, huh?â Vickie asks, inexplicably walking out of the cafeteria with her even though Robin knows for a fact her class is on the opposite side of the school.
âI mean, yeah?â Robin replies, feeling her face heat from the inside out. âHeâs just like, not what I was thinking at all, and maybe the best friend Iâve ever had, which is crazyâitâs crazy, because itâs Steve Harrington, right?â Her hands, she realizes with horror, are miming an explosion above her head while her mouth makes a weird, crackling explosion sound. âWho wouldâve guessed?â
When she finally gets her mouth flapping under control, Vickieâs smiling at her, walking close enough that the sleeve of her sweater brushes against Robinâs bare arm.
âI donât know, I always thought he seemed nice.â
Robinâs nodding along like one of those bobble head hula girls that boys are always putting in their cars, even though Steve Harrington isnât nice. Heâs an unmitigated bitch with a sacrificial streak a mile wide, but heâs not nice.
âHeâs like a stray that I let into my house one time, and then my mom fed him, so now he keeps following me home,â her mouth says.
Vickieâs mouth laughs in return, so maybe itâs not all that bad.
Robinâs mind replays the angelic sound as she walks into her class, waving goodbye to Vickie as the other girl rushes away in a mad dash to make it on time to her next class.
God, Steveâs going to be such a bitch about this.
 ***
After Eddieâs talk with Chrissy, things shift.
Steve doesnât sit with the jocks at all anymore. He and Chrissy, still joined at the hip like they really are dating, shift back and forth between the band geeks and the hellfire tables at lunch on Tuesday, prompting hushed whispers to filter through the entire cafeteria.
For his part, all Gareth says is, âdoes this mean you twoâs weird feud over Chrissy is finally over?â
Jeff snorts chocolate milk out of his nose while Eddie laughs so hard he nearly falls off the bench entirely, only staying upright because Steve props him up.
âWhat?â Gareth demands, tearing into his chicken strips with a viciousness that betrays his ire.
âTheyâll tell you when youâre older,â Doug replies despite having no idea himself.
Eddie loves his friends so fucking much.
By Wednesday, a clearly fed up Robin frog-marches the pair of them to the Hellfire table and plops down beside them.
âMunson, I canât do this split custody thing anymore,â she says, making the red-head thatâd followed her over giggle. âTheyâre too much of a handful.â
âOr maybe even two handfuls,â Steve replies, across the table at her like heâs not playing the most overt game of footsie right below it.
âDonât be gross, dingus,â she scoffs, and Eddieâs mind goes galloping off with thoughts he shouldnât be having in a room full of teenagers just waiting to push someone a few more rungs down the ladder.
âAre you guys coming back to Hellfire?â Gareth asks, clearly unable to stand not knowing whatâs going on a second longer.
Steve looks at Eddie, brown eyes devastating beneath his lashes. âIâd like to.â
Eddie opens his mouth, ready to grovel at Steveâs feet to get him to come, to get him to keep looking at him like that, but then Robin cuts in with a sly, âyou know this means youâll have to come to Steveâs basketball games,â and he slams his mouth shut.
Steve grins, all seduction dropping off his face as he reaches across the table to give Robin a high five like theyâre already on the fucking court. She slaps his palm hard enough that the sound of skin on skin damn-near shatters the sound barrier.
âWe can sit together,â Jeff says, but heâs not even looking at Eddie, eyes trained on Chrissyâs blushing face. âItâll be fun.â
Eddie groans and lets gravity overtake him, dropping his head to the table so suddenly that it would have hurt if Steve hadnât put his palm over the spot just in time. Eddie turns his face so he can glare up at the other boy, but Steve looks so hopeful and excited that he has to look away again, burying his face into Steveâs palm.
âFine, Iâll go,â he drawls, lips brushing against Steveâs hand with each word.
âWhat the hell is happening?â Gareth demands.
Much to his dismay, no one replies.
Things slide back to normal after thatâChrissy and Steve showing up to band practice and hellfire and lunch like nothing had ever come between them. But, itâs better now because Steve knocks their feet together beneath tables, and lets his hands settle on knees and stares just a little too long at Eddieâs lips.
Itâs driving him crazy; he wants to reach out and touch, reach out and take.
But thatâs not something thatâs allowed. Boys are born in their own, invisible bubbles to keep them from touching other boys. Eddie doesnât know how he never noticed it before, but he wants to shatter it like glass, let it cut up his feet if it means he can brush his lips against Steveâs.
There are all these rules left unwritten, but flung at their feet like slurs: donât stand too close, donât look too long, donât dare to touch.
He wants to, though, thinks maybe in the confines of Garethâs garage and behind the closed doors of the drama room he could, and it would be safe.
But they live in Hawkins, Indiana, and heâd like to live long enough to get the hell out of here.
So he lets their feet tangle beneath tables and doesnât lean across them to have a taste, no matter how often Steve licks his lips.
Friday canât come soon enough.
***
Robinâs been twitchy for days by the time she pulls Steve into their bathroom stall. He follows her dutifully, only laughing a little as she pulls a towel out of her backpack and lays it down before sitting on the floor.
âYou plan this, Birdie?â he asks, settling across from her, the towel beneath them insulating him from the cold thatâs seeping up from the floor.
Robinâs face turns a blotchy red like a blood vessel burst and dispersed beneath her skin. âBoobies,â she blurts, staring at him with beseeching eyes before she slaps her hand over her mouth, eyes wide.
Steve nods, his attempt at sage wisdom undercut by the way he has to bite his lip to stop from laughing at her. âBoobies, yes,â he chokes out. âIâve, uh, heard of them.â
Thatâs all it takes for Robin to kick out at him. When her foot gets dangerously close to his crotch, Steve grabs her ankle and cradles her foot in his lap, rubbing the bone.
âDonât make fun of me!â she whines, still trying to kick him.
âOkay, okay!â he cries out, chuckling as he holds onto her leg for dear life. âSorry, justâwhatâs this about boobies?â
âStop saying boobies!â
Steve uses his free hand to lock up his mouth and toss the invisible key into the toilet, smiling as the blush on Robinâs cheeks creeps up her nose and onto her forehead until she resembles an especially square tomato.
âVickieââ
And Steve canât help it, he really, really canât. âHas nice boobies?â he cuts in, already grabbing at both her legs to stop her jackrabbiting feet from finally landing a blow to his balls.
âI hate you!â Robin shrieks, but even sheâs laughing now as she writhes atop the towel, scrunching it as she earth-worm-inches closer to him so she can slap at his ribs while heâs defenseless. âSteve Harrington, youâre the worst thing that ever happened to me!â
She tries to say it with conviction, but Steveâs hands have crept beneath her crew socks, and his fingers are tickling against the inside arch of her foot, so her words come out more as shaky exhalations of laughter. He wiggles his fingers as she squirms away, kicking out with such reckless abandon that one of her feet breaks free and kicks him far too high on his inner thigh for comfort.
âGet your boy cooties off me!â she demands, and he does, pulling his hands out of her socks as she backs away until sheâs leaning against the opposite side of the wall again, pouting at him. âYouâre the worst.â
âYeah, yeah,â he replies, feeling lighter than air. âNow tell me about Vickieâs girl cooties.â
Robin smiles bashfully, pulling her knees up to her chest and hugging them. âVickie doesnât have cooties,â Robin replies, gaze distant. She looks wistful, enamored, hopeful. âShe walked me to class the other day, even though I know it made her late.â
âYeah?â Steve prompts, helpless to do anything but to smile back.
âYeah,â she replies. âAnd maybe itâll be like Chrissy again, you know? But you and EddieâŚâ Robin kicks out at him again, nudging her foot into his and then leaving it there, their soles pressed together. âMaybe thereâs more of us out there than I thought.â
âYeah,â Steve breathes, absolutely in love with brave, hopeful, honest Robin, here in this stall, in this moment. âMaybe there are.â
They smile at each other, two queer kids in the bathroom together, seeing themselves in each other, again, and again, and again. Steve hopes theyâll always be like this, here, on the bathroom floor, finding hope in each otherâs smiles. He has Chrissy, and Jeff, and Eddie now, too. But, Robin will always be the first person who looked at him and made him feel seen.
âWe should get married,â he says, not thinking about it before it comes out of his mouth and hangs in the air between them, making Robinâs eyes bug out of her skull. âJust think about it! Eddie and I canât get married, and neither can you and Vickieââ
âYouâve literally gone out with the guy once, and we donât even know if Vickie likes girls yetââ
ââbut we could totally just marry each other instead!â
The silence of the bathroom rings once Steveâs declaration is out there. Robin swallows, throat bobbing, eyes wide enough that Steve can see the little red veins near the back. Suddenly, Steve wonders if heâs stepped over some line he didnât even know was there.
Before he can spiral too far, Robin launches herself across the space between them, knees bracketing Steveâs hips as she leans over and bites his shoulder, hard.
âOw, Robin!â
âYouâre insane, Dingus, you know that?â she asks, moving away from his shoulder to plant a kind of wet kiss against his forehead. âIâm sixteen, and youâre proposing in the boyâs bathroom.â
She rubs her hand against his head, likely fucking his hair up beyond repair, but he doesnât even care because she kisses him again, this time on the top of his head.
âI meant like, later?â Steve says shyly.
Heâs always fallen hard and fast, knows that about himself. Itâs a fundamental law of the universe: gravity makes things fall down, the earthâs always spinning on an axis, and Steve Harrington puts his whole heart into people who donât always give it back.
But Robinâs on his lap, kissing his head, and leaking whatâs either snot or tears into his hair. âAlright,â she warbles, sounding embarrassingly soggy. âWhen I get a girlfriend, we can just be permanent beards for each other.â
Steve puts his arms around her and hugs her tight, mashing his face awkwardly into her neck as she laughs. âGrow old in separate bedrooms,â he replies.
âGotta keep our cooties separate,â she says, like sheâs not currently dripping on him on the floor of the boyâs grimy bathroom.
He just squeezes her tighter and gives her a little shake, like a dog with its favorite toy. âTell me about Vickie,â he demands, but it sounds a whole lot like I love you when it comes from his mouth.
âOkay,â she replies, and it sounds a lot like I love you, too.
PART 21
#koko's steddie secret admirer au#steddie#my fic#me in a steddie fic: but what if robin and steve get married#also shoutout to gareth for now being the oblivious one
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[ID: Screenshotted posts about The Magnus Archives season one. They read:
arbitraryfuck: season one of the magnus archives is so funny. the archivist really is like "statement of one charlie flipflop who claims to have been stalked by a sentient piece of rope. frankly, this sounds like a load of horseshit to me. unfortunately we couldnt follow up on this statement as mr. flipflop has died by manner of being strangled by a rope in his own home. what seems unusual is the fact that there were no signs of forced entry, and cameras show no one put charlie entering his apartment the week of the murder. anyways, i hate my fucking job. statement ends.
exaltioras: man I'm like. mostly through season 1 of the magnus archives and it's so funny like. every episode is just. jonathan sims: and thats the story of someone who claims they were terrorized by the Giant Death Fuck Beetle. personally, I don't believe it. not enough evidence. anyway. here's something weird: we never folowed up on this person's case and they were found dead 3 days later, with the words "ANOTHER PERSON KILLED BY THE GIANT DEATH FUCK BEETLE" Carved into their chest and beetle slime covering the room. eerie stuff, guess we'll just never know. jonathan out
junee-e: i keep forgetting that Super Skeptic Jon isn't just a meme and every time i relisten to tma i have to take a moment to process the fact that he literally read out a statement about a guy being terrorised by a ghost spider, said very sarcastically that professional help was certainly in order, then proceeded to casually mention that the guys dead body was found encased in web without any tone change at all like go off king process nothing. End ID]
starting a collection
#i keep trying to start tag rants abt how this was an attempt to ward off the eldritch evil that later claims his life and how it was#fairly successful all things considered and how specifically his response in arachnophobia is incredibly multilayered on a character level#and then deleting them#but you guys get it. he's my everything <3#tma#jonathan sims#described#anyway i'd rather people mock poor s1 jon (my darling boy) than poor s2 jon (my darling boy)#so kjhdjskjdhfjskjfh whatever you guys can have this one#'jonathan out' is really funny though good work on that
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Tommy is cleaning his hands when his phone goes off with a flurry of texts. Wiping his fingers meticulously to be rid of the engine grease, he takes a quick peek at the screen and freezes.
It's Evan.
Tommy isn't sure he's ready to talk to Evan, or text him. In the past, when he broke up with his partner amicably, they'd be talking again within four to five days, just leaning more heavily on the friendship aspect of their past.
But with Evan Buckley, Tommy doubts he can ever be just friends with him. Maybe it's a recency bias. Maybe he's not recovered enough from the self inflicted wound. But Evan haunts his dreams and waking hours: the latter with the shocked, blank expression Tommy left behind him that night; the former by their happier, most intimate moments.
Still, that doesn't mean Tommy is going to leave Evan out to dry if Evan is reaching out. Also, what if Evan needs his help?
Tommy opens their chat. He hasn't amended Evan's contact from Evan đ to a more neutral E. Buckley. He probably never will.
Evan đ: Eddie is leaving
Evan đ: going to TX
Evan đ: i know he has to go to get Chris but hes not just going away hes buying a house there
Evan đ: it hurts
Evan đ: everyone leaves
Evan đ: im doomed aren't i? id leave me too if i could. just go away from all this
Evan đ: anyway. thanks i guess.
Evan đ: for 6 months when i got to forget loneliness
Tommy reads through it again and the final message guts him. He clenches his hand around the phone.
If he goes to see Evan, he will be hurting himself; Evan is vulnerable right now and will likely take him back, no questions asked, just to feel like he has someone with him. Tommy will still have his heart shattered to smithereens when Evan comes to his senses. It will be a selfish, short-term panacea for Tommy to go to Evan, for the both of them. Evan will feel even worse after, because by then he'll feel guilty about breaking up with Tommy because he will see that Tommy's right.
But how can Tommy leave the man he loves suffering like this? Aching for a connection that stays, for someone to be his.
Tommy bites the inside of his cheek and shuts his eyes. Then he grabs his keys and throws on his jacket.
Fine. For Evan, he will do it. Even if in days, weeks, months, years, Evan suddenly sees that it isn't Tommy he wants, that Tommy just happens to be convenient, and he decides to walk away from Tommy... Tommy will take it. He'll never be able to walk away from Evan another time and survive it, he knows. He could move to the other end of the world and yearn in isolation then. He'll be the one who loves more, who wants more, and he'll never get it.
It's fine.
He's already given his heart. What's the rest of his life matter anyway?
When he gets to the loft, he's welcomed by Evan's shocked expression that erupts into joy and relief. Evan throws himself into Tommy's arms, clinging and kissing, dragging him inside the space and up into his bed, and through it all, Tommy feels the sharp, jagged edges of his future.
And he bleeds.
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some more nico with his pregnant wife!
â has a routine where every night before he sleeps he has to use one of those mini ultrasound machines to listen to the babyâs heartbeat. even if heâs in a roadie, you bet your ass heâs calling you so you can play it over the phone. heâll just lay back in his bed, phone up to his ear or headphones on and just listen with a smile playing on his face. it comforts him hearing the strong, rhythmic beat. itâs his way of knowing you and the baby are safe.
â always talks to the baby! itâs one of his favorite things to do, especially when you first wake up. nine times out of ten, youâll wake up to nico softly kissing your belly while murmuring sweet swiss-german to your unborn child. bonus, thereâs often times when youâll be reading or scrolling through your phone and nico is having his daily chats with the baby, and he just leans his cheek onto your swollen belly and gazes up at you. his big brown eyes are all full of love and adoration while he just watches your face while you read.
â he also is always touching your belly or body in some way when youâre pregnant. nico was very protective of you in the beginning, but now that youâre carrying his baby? dial it up about 100 notches. needs that reassurance that youâre okay and that youâre safe in his arms. very âcavemanâ of him, but his body literally aches if he feels like he canât be there for you. you and the baby are his lifeline, his world, and he would do anything to make sure that youâre both happy and taken care of. when youâre in public, his hand is against your back or on your hip. heâll even keep his hand resting comfortably on your belly. it helps him feel like heâs protecting them. at home heâs much more unabashed about touching you. both his hands are splayed over your stomach almost at all times. if youâre cooking? heâs holding your bump. your cuddling on the couch? heâs holding your bump. your just standing up somewhere on your phone? you guessed it! heâs holding your bump.
â nico is also very in tune with your body and mind. he wants to be able to take care of you in the best way possible and make sure that youâre happy and content. donât get me wrong, he loves making sure the baby is happy and healthy, but youâre his wife, his girl, and heâs gonna put your well being above all else. heâs the one whose texting or calling you every chance he gets when heâs not there. even if itâs just to hear your voice. nico can usually tell by your tone whether youâre feeling okay or not. if heâs at practice and he calls you during a break, heâll know that because you answered the phone slightly different than normal that somethingâs off. and when he does find out youâre uncomfortable or upset about something, heâs racing to soothe your needs and fix it. nico hates seeing you unhappy and heâll go to ends of the earth and back again if it means he gets to see you smile.
+ this turned out a lot longer than i anticipated, but i still have more thoughts if yall want more! also my inbox is open for your nico thoughts!
#nico hischier#nico hischier x reader#nico hischier headcanons#nico hischier blurb#nico hischier imagine#nh13#new jersey devils#njd x reader#lea writes stuff âĄ
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if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing
#imagine you're a boy who's going to die. you're in love with the girl you've been watching from afar. you know your fate.#you just want to help herâ but then there's the announcement and she's here in front of youâ kissing youâ risking her life for you and you#thinkâ i could live and i could love. you think she loves you when she hands you the berriesâ when she puts them in her mouth.#then you both survive and you go back home and nothing is real anymore. you have nothing. no family. no friends. no love. just an empty#house. a drunk for a neighbor. the love of your life walking into somebody else's arms. you thinkâ i survived the games. i could survive#this. and you also thinkâ i should've bit down on those berriesâ should've felt the juice burst before i died.#and then the third quarter quell announcement rings in your ears and you thinkâ she will live and i will die as i should have in the first#place. the girl you love kisses you on the beach and somewhere you heart stirs and your mind revolts and you savor every touch she has ever#given to youâ in front of the cameras and off. because you are a tribute and you are always being watched and snow's presence looms and#you thinkâ i know she cares. but you get taken. you get drugged. you get torturedâ your mind altered. the girl is a muttâ a murderer. she's#everything you despiseâ your mind stirs. your heart revolts. you gain more awareness but cannot distinguish reality from fiction and you#have never known katniss' love. the war ends. you heal. you come home. you plant primrose for her. years down the lineâ you grow in love#more than you thought possible. but some daysâ you cannot tell fiction from reality so you ask the love of your lifeâ you love me.#real or not real? and she saysâ realâ and kisses you.#and you sigh and kiss her back and revel in this. a home. a life. a love.#lit#the hunger games#everlark#otp: real or not real?#katniss everdeen#peeta mellark#text#tais toi lys#thgpost
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