#and i realise wait yes i do. shit i can read that. like i'm not even guessing words from context i can just straight up read that.

[corvid-language-library]

I might not be good at reading longer passages in Japanese yet BUT I'm pretty good at reading signs these days, and when I get letters from my housing company I can pick out what it's related to even if I don't understand the full letter.

[bunny-1111]

My Husband - Theo Nott x wife read

Description: The one thing that drives Theo literally crazy is when you call him "my husband"

Word count: 1.1k words

Warnings: violence - Theo getting into a fight, swearing, possessiveness, slight harassment

Reblogs, comments, and likes are extremely appreciated.

...

Call him self-centred. If there was one thing Theo loved hearing you say, most of all, it was two words, so simple that everyone else would hardly pay them any attention. "My husband" Yes, that's right, your husband, he would think.

Once you realised what it did to him it was basically a get out of jail free card.

He's mad? "my grumpy husband," you'd say, his frown relaxed, the smile that itched the corners of his lips tells you what it needs to.

You want money? "My darling husband, your wife needs to shop" you'd softly say with your palm out, while he practically falls over himself finding you his wallet.

It was about to exceed your expectations, indeed in public, and not directed towards him at all.

You and Theo navigated through the thick crowd of people, occasionally greeting old friends, at a gala, before Theodore left you to fetch you both a drink.

Patiently waiting for Theo's return, content, until you feel a tap on your shoulder, turning around to find Vincent Crabbe with a sly grin as his hand reached towards you to offer a drink.

"No, thank you, Theo's on his way with my drink" you politely decline

"Oh come on, take it" he insists, coming closer

You unintentionally breathed out an annoyed sigh. Crabbe was just like this in school too, so relentlessly determined to start something with you.

"Crabbe, please don't make me say no again, we both know it won't end well" You smile, your lips closing even tighter this time as you inch away from the unwanted company

"It's habit, you know, the things I'd would do if I- I-I've always wanted just, one, chance" he desperately, almost drunkenly admits, coming so close that you can smell his lunch on his breath

"Yes well, I suggest you kick the habit now, considering my husband’s leniency spreads thin after one blow" You quickly say before stepping back, Theodores hands catch your waist, moving you behind him, as he steps forward, now closer to Crabbe face than he tried to get to yours.

"See Crabbe, I heard that last sentence my wife spoke, and" Theo started, synchronised with his hands rolling up his white linen shirt to his elbows

"- I don't like the way she sounded. Her tone almost scared, Crabbe, wouldn't you agree?" He continued as he backed him into a corner, you followed close behind, watching your husband unfold.

"The sort of scared that you're showing in your face right now, that's the scared I hear in my wife's voice when you were exceedingly flirting with her. Would you agree with that too?" he says his anger rising, his jaw tensing.

"N-No, I mean yes, yes, or no, no! I-" Crabbe stumbled on his words as quickly as he was stumbling over his overworking feet, all ability to flee from Theodore was impossible

Theo had weighed up his opinions but every time he blinked he saw red, hearing your voice repeating 'my husband’s leniency'. It was a reminder of who he was to you, who you are to him, something to protect by any means, that's when he fist acted before his words, clashing into the side of Crabbe's face twice.

Crabbe now on the floor, Theo dropped one more blow directly to his mouth, his wedding ring marking his the skin below his nose "See how well your mouth works now with a busted lip, you piece of shit" He spatout as he left his wounded foe.

"Are you ok? Come on" Theo's brows upturned, frantically worried he missed the worst of your conversation with Crabbe.

"I'm fine, let's get out of here" you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

...

Now home and safe in bed, Theo stared straight ahead, taking his hands in yours, you gently place delicate kisses to his busted knuckles.

"Baby" he almost whispers out, if your weren't paying such cautious attention to him you might have missed it.

Clawing on top of him you move your hands to his face as his hands take a strong grip of each side of your hips.

"I know" you soothe

Before you can add to the comfort, Theodore's lips lock yours.

The kiss needy, greedy and possessive.

His mouth moving down to your neck, "you know how much I love when you do this shit" he says behind wet hot breathes "Do what?" you smile

"call me your husband" he growls

"You are my husband" you beam, as the words leave your mouth, his hands dig into your thigh like a deathgrip

"I fucking know" he whimpers.

You feel him shift beneath you, his body humming under your touch like a live wire, each kiss, each word, only spurring him on further. It was like a thread inside him snapped every time you repeated the words.

His grip tightened, enough to bruise if you stayed like that too long, but you only welcomed it, sinking against him as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in like he needed you to survive.

"My girl," he muttered harshly against your skin, voice cracking, almost desperate. "My wife."

You thread your fingers into his hair, giving a gentle tug that earns a guttural sound from deep in his chest. Theo had always had this temper, but this part of him, raw and pleading, always followed his outbursts.

"All yours," you whisper back, lips brushing his ear, the words an oath. Theo pulls away enough for your eyes to meet his.

"You scared me," he says, voice hoarse. "When I saw you, when I heard you. I could've fucking killed him."

"I know," you murmur again, stroking the side of his face with your thumb, the bruised knuckles resting against your hip.

"I fucking should've" his eyes exploring your own as if he was searching for reassurance

"I'd do it again," he continues

You smile, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth

"I know," you repeat

Theo’s hands roamed now, slower, more deliberate. His nose brushes yours before his lips dip to kiss your cheeks all over

"Say it again," he mumbles.

You knew entirely what he meant

"My husband." flashing his your wedding ring

And just like that, the air leaves his lungs in one, broken exhale, as if the words physically knocked the breath out of his body.

"Fuck," he curses under his breath, pulling you flush against him, "I’m done for."

...

AUTHOR NOTE:

HIIIIIII my lovelies. Getting back into writing, starting with something small-ish, my apologies if it's not up to scratch, first time writing in months LOLLL. Also, this is unread or unedited.

Reblogs, comments, and likes are extremely appreciated.

All my love,

B <3.

[zoieru]

Weirdly specific headcanons about the lads boys and your lip balm / chapstick ~

Xavier ~

'what's that smell? it...doesn't smell like shampoo usually does.'

he's cuddling on the sofa with you and lifts his head, hair a bit fluffed from where he was tucked into your neck and chest, and his light eyebrows draw in at the centre trying to work out where it comes from.

'smell? Mm...its probably my lipbalm, Xavier, here,'

he takes it when you grab it and give it to him, rolling it over in his fingers to read any writing around the edge, head resting back against you again. he takes off the lid and sniffs it, eyes widening slightly before smiling a touch.

'its nice. does it taste good?'

he sort of asks without thinking of the double entendre at first, but a second later he realises and his eyes hold a flicker of mischief as he brings his face closer, eyes flitting to your lips.

'i dont know, you tell me?'

then he's all up in your business, eyes closing as he brings his lips to yours almost exploratory as when you try a new snack.

'mmh, yes. I like it.'

'good'

you plant a soft little kiss on the end of his nose to a cute blink and blushed chuckle from him.

over the next few hours he keeps coming back to kiss you more pointedly, more often, to a raised eyebrow from you. he likes the feeling and smell of it on his lips, it makes them soft and makes him think of you.

'Xavier you can take it if you want, i have a spar-'

'I don't want one.'

'but...?'

He only wants the thin soft coating of it on his lips when it means he's kissed you recently.

Rafayel ~

once this man catches drift of your scented lip balms he is all over that shit. he'll insist on going to choose ones, buying too many since you cant try them at the store, and then pouts when you tell him you cant face trying on and wiping off like ten different lip balms just so he can smell and kiss you over and over to see which one is best.

youre sat on the bed, the fading sunlight shining through the domed windows of your shared bedroom and onto this ridiculous pile of little cylindrical tubes on the duvet.

'but...'

'the scents will mix, and anyway lip balm is supposed to be nourishing, not causing my lips to be sore because ive applied and scraped off loads of different ones'

'well how am i supposed to know which one is the best then?'

'you'll have to wait and see i guess, i can put a different one on at few hour intervals, itll be like a fun surprise, you can guess which one i have on!'

'thats tooo longggg'

later you catch him applying one on himself in the bathroom, he just couldnt wait okay!! when you do put one on, he materialises at your side, hands running over your skin and finding their way to your jaw as if he could sense it from the other room, and he tilts his head with a little cute smirk.

'next taste test? this one's going to be good, i can feel it.'

Zayne ~

'here,'

he hands you one that he picked off the shelf next to you as you perused the options.

'what, you like this one?'

'i'm not familiar with it, but its important to use ones with more natural ingredients, especially when applying to sensitive areas like your face and mouth.'

'mmh, makes sense.'

you buy a few different types at his behest, and then he watches you try them and smell them as he puts his stuff away around the house.

'do you like them?'

'this one smells really good, actually.'

'mh?'

he's at your side, finding himself strangely excited to have another scent to not only feel and smell when he kisses you, but also to associate with you like he does with your hair stuff or your perfume.

'it does, you're right.'

he takes your chin in his other hands fingers, his usually gentle but firm touch, and then runs his thumb featherlight across the edge of your bottom lip, dark eyelashes lowering slightly as his eyes seem to both soften and darken at the same time.

'does it taste just as good?'

Sylus ~

'get all of them'

'Sylus, there are like fifty options here, why would I need fifty lip balms?'

he just shrugs, that annoyingly handsome smirk on his face as he feigns nonchalance.

'just trying to be supportive, kitten. no need to scratch now.'

'being supportive would be you helping me pick one'

'mmh, would it now?'

he was waiting to be asked, he's irritating like that. you rolled your eyes subtly and couldnt help the smile off his face as he on cue started analysing the options on the shelf with a discerning critical eye. after a silence, you pause, and glance at him sidelong.

'so?'

he points to a few in succession, speaking in a slow thoughtful sort of drawl as he ponders, playful yet serious simultaneously. It's an important decision, of course.

'too sweet, too floral, too colourful, too...is that glitter? i thought this was supposed to be health related, not glamourous. though i suppose a mix of both might be alluring. mmh...this one'

he holds it out to you, made up his mind. not stating his reason outright obviously. he looks down at you and eyes flick between your face and his choice, very subtly figuring out your reaction to his choice. as you leave the shop after buying, and go to put on your helmet to get on his bike, his hand comes to rest on top of it, stopping its path, and he raises an eyebrow, cocking his head. You blink.

'hm?'

'well, come now, are you going to let me try the latest flavour of the lips i so often indulge in, or would you be cruel and have me wait?'

Caleb ~

so...lets say one day you're buying something completely unrelated, but you double take as your eyes happen to flit over some apple scented lip balm on the store shelf. You pause, nibble on your lip with a faint curl to the corners, and grab it and apply it on the way home. It's good...that apple scent that isnt too artificial or plasticky but also sweet and sharp enough to be noticeable and tasty.

Its hard to keep it in somehow when he gets home? its like a secret, which feels stupid, but he looks at you and raises a suspicious eyebrow.

'why you smilin', pips? what have you done?'

he asks, starting to laugh a bit at your face as you tried to keep it normal. it'll be like after a while where he wrestles you off the stove or something playfully that he'll catch a whiff. i mean he's obviously noticed your lips seem a touch shinier, but didn't think a whole lot of it except 'nice'.

'did you buy new perfume?'

'no...?'

'but...its appley over here, you got one in your ear or somethin'?'

he makes a point of sniffing around you like a dog as your giggling form is pressed back against the counter. then he pauses as his nose nears yours and a cheeky smile stretches across his face. his hand lifts and he runs the back of his fingers ever so softly over your bottom lip, his eyes following the movement.

'ah, bullseye. so this is what you were giggling about earlier, you're so silly pipsqueak,'

'what? why?!'

'who gets all giggly about lip balm hm?'

he tilts his head, still in teasy puppy mode, though his eyes have softened and darkened as his face has come closer. as you pout he pokes your lips again with a smirk.

'mmh, an apple flavoured pout huh?'

he leans in achingly slowly to kiss you.

Weirdly specific headcanons about the lads boys and your scrunchie

[astonmartinii]

match my freak | yuki tsunoda social media au

pairing: yuki tsunoda x fem rugby player reader

there's only one person who can match the yuki tsunoda radio freak...

MAIN MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

.・゜゜・ part of the aston martini summer olympics ・゜゜・．

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yukitsunoda0511: spa was fine i guess, time to spend my summer break in france (ew) supporting the love of my life (yay)

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user1: 'fine i guess' as if we didn't get YOINTS

user2: tbf if my gf looked like that, points also wouldn't matter to me

pierregasly: FRANCE (EW)??? DID OUR HOMOEROTIC TENSION MEAN NOTHING???

yukitsunoda0511: oh so when i diss france we had homoerotic tension but when i said we were boyfriends i went too far 🤨

pierregasly: diss me all you want but not the homeland?

yukitsunoda0511: fine, i will from 5pm tomorrow

pierregasly: ???

yukitsunoda0511: because y/n will be there and therefore it will be the ONLY country in existence

pierregasly: i give up

user3: i need a man this down bad for me asap

user4: maybe it's time to lower my height requirements :(

yourusername: it's not how tall you are but how you are tall

user5: idk what the fuck that means

yourusername: IT MEANS SHORT KINGS PUT IN A LOT OF EFFORT WHY DO I HAVE TO SPELL OUT EVERYTHING? WHERE IS THE MEDIA LITERACY? THE READ COMPREHENSION?

user6: okay i think i now know ^^ why y/n and yuki are so good together

user7: i need someone to edit together their most iconic on field and radio moments together please for my mental health

yourusername: that's a crazy coincidence because the love of MY life will also be in paris 🤨

yukitsunoda0511: well i bet i love my love of my life more than you love your love of your life

yourusername: NUH UH

yukitsunoda0511: yep :PPPPPPP

yourusername: u wanna fight?

yukitsunoda0511: yes actually!

yourusername: well soz babe i can't get all hot and bothered before competing 🤷‍♀️

yukitsunoda0511: BORING

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yourusername: seeing yuki again: 10/10 ... realising he's not allowed in the olympic village and there's only cardboard beds anyway -100,000/10

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user12: so i suddenly understand why they give out so many condoms at the olympics

user13: why do they all go so feral?

yourusername: have you seen my man?

yourusername: AND THAT'S A RHETORICAL QUESTION TO SHOW OFF MY HANDSOME LITTLE MAN NOT AN INVITATION FOR YOU BITCHES TO THIRST

user14: noted 😔

pierregasly: i'm the one with a bad digital footprint but you're out here being just as horny as me on main

yourusername: i am allowed to ?

pierregasly: and i'm not allowed to?

yourusername: no

pierregasly: so fuck me i guess?

yourusername: let me be a woman in a male dominated field (being gross online)

yukitsunoda0511: yeah pierre stop trying to minimise womens' voices

pierregasly: how am i the bad guy again?

yourusername: man ❤️

pierregasly: yuki is a man?

yourusername: he's MY man which means he's been closely vetted and is basically one of the girls now

user14: i know visa cashapp rb or whatever the fuck they're called hate to see them coming

user15: it's the fact she's taller than most of the mechanics and she is always watching over them

yukitsunoda0511: i missed you so much but i can't wait to watch you beat the shit out of the competition

yourusername: for you, anything

yukitsunoda0511: a gold? so at least one of us can be world champion 🥺

yourusername: i'll win gold for you and then schedule in a friendly visit to see helmut

yukitsunoda0511: i think your mere presence could give him a heart attack

yourusername: oh well

user16: so real of her

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olympics: the women's rugby final saw gold go home to new zealand!

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user17: okay yuki i am SEEING THE VISION

user18: i watched this game to see her and i am a changed woman

user19: i am no better than a man

danielricciardo: my personal favourite moment was when y/n clotheslined that poor girl, laughed in her face and said if she tried to get past her again she'd make trinket dishes out of her knee caps

yourusername: why thank you, i think my wit is my least appreciated part of my game

danielricciardo: i think we should honestly get you in the commentary box

yourusername: i'd make mince meat of crofty, he'd never say anything about yuki's radios again

danielricciardo: can you tell them to stop telling me to retire while you're at it?

yourusername: sure, i'm feeling generous

danielricciardo: a gold medal will do that to you

user20: so they weren't joking when they said that her and yuki are just the same person in different fonts ?

user21: my commentary team apologised about 20 times for her swearing on the broadcast but then they kept bursting out laughing whenever she said anything

yukitsunoda0511: HOLY FUCKING SHIT

yukitsunoda0511: GOAT GOAT GOAT MY GIRLFRIEND IS THE GOAT

yukitsunoda0511: i'm so proud, i love you y/n 🫶🏻🥹❤️‍🩹

yourusername: i love you too boo

yukitsunoda0511: can they let me in the room now? i'm getting withdrawal symptoms :(

yourusername: of course, i can't celebrate properly without you

yukitsunoda0511: 😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄😄

user22: picturing yuki waiting outside the team room is so cute

user23: the nz team instagram posted a pic of it on their story he had flowers and balloons (∩˃o˂∩)♡

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yukitsunoda0511: she matches my freak :)

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user25: oh believe me we know

user26: i'm like a confusing mix of scared AND turned on

yukitsunoda0511: you keep that to yourself

user27: okay sir 🤨

yukitsunoda0511: you can look but you can't touch :P

yukitsunoda0511: actually don't even look

yukitsunoda0511: don't even think about her ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)

user28: this man is insane, i love him

yourusername: you LIKE HIM YOU APPRECIATE HIM FROM AFAR YOU MAYBE HAVE A PARASOCIAL RELATIONSHIP YOU DON'T LOVE HIM THAT'S FOR ME AND ME ONLY

user29: oh they weren't joking about matching each other's freaks

yourusername: there's no one else i'd like to be a lil gremlin with :3

yukitsunoda0511: gremlins forever with you <3

yourusername: sounds like paradise to me !!

yukitsunoda0511: i'm on it ✍🏻

user30: is he going to propose ???

user31: hopefully (ㅅ •᷄ ₃•᷅ )

pierregasly: yeah i guess you guys are kinda cute

yukitsunoda0511: kINDA?

yourusername: i know this man ain't speaking on us

yourusername: kika is the face economy in that relationship

yourusername: her back must hurt from carrying the style in this couple

francisca.cgomez: well 🥹

pierregasly: WHAT ? HOW ?

yukitsunoda0511: don't call my girlfriend kinda cute then 🤨

user32: good lord

fin.

note: she's back !!!!!

[fayes-fics]

Textual Encounter

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, modern AU

Summary: Text fic. Wrong number meet-cute over text.

Warnings: none... this is fluff and humour.

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Fic request fill for Anon (HERE). I kept it fun and fluffy, but yeah, I can see a sequel where they sext. Thanks to @colettebronte for the read-through. Enjoy! <3

Y/N: Hey Liz, it’s y/n y/l/n. Kindle Spa gave me your mobile. Said you had moved to another salon. I don’t trust anyone else to wax me tbh. Big date this week, kwim 😉 Can I get an appt? I’ll come to you. Doesn’t matter where. 

BB: Errr, I think you have the wrong number…

Y/N: Not Liz?

BB: Nope, Ben here. 

Y/N: Not a waxer, I presume?

BB: I may have waxed lyrical in my time, may even have lit a few candles. Have not waxed anyone no - my own body or anyone else’s. Yet. But I’m game to try anything once...

Y/N: Lol.

BB: Big date, eh?

Y/N: ….Yeah. Not that it's any of your business, stranger Ben.

BB: Fair. BB: Does it hurt?

Y/N: ??

BB: Getting waxed.

Y/N: Oh. Yeah. Like a motherfucker. But you sorta get used to it, tbh. And it’s so much less itchy than shaving regrowth, especially in sensitive areas… Wait, why am I having this convo with a complete stranger?!

BB: We don’t have to be strangers. BB: I’m Ben, 33, London. BB: I have no strong opinions on hair removal methods.

Y/N: lol. K. I’m y/n, 28, also London. Y/N: I, as you can see, do have some opinions.

BB: Hi y/n 👋 BB: I hope you can find Liz. Or someone else to assist with your hair needs.

Y/N: I would like it stated, for the record, I’m not hairy like a troll. I just like to keep things neat.

BB: The lady doth protest too much…

Y/N: You are cheeky for a stranger.

BB: Hey, I thought we agreed. Not strangers. Me Ben. You hairy troll.

Y/N: BLOCK.

BB: Just typing it doesn't work, you know.

Y/N: You should work at the Apple Genius Bar.

BB: Hmm, possibly. I do look good in blue. Or so I've been told.

Y/N: Always glad to provide career counselling.

BB: 🫡

4 days later.

BB: How’d your date go?

Y/N: That's odd. I don’t see a Genius Bar appt in my calendar…?

BB: iCal is a lying bastard. BB: I also assume you now can move faster through water.

Y/N: ??

BB: Waxed smooth like a dolphin…?

Y/N: 😆 Y/N: Entirely none of your business, but yes, actually. Well mostly. I leave some. Why am I telling you this?! Y/N: The guy was such a dud tho, I didn't get to show it off 🙁

BB: Please don't stop on my account. This is just delightful.  BB: I apologise on behalf of all men.

Y/N: For what?

BB: Having 4 sisters, I find the safest answer here is usually… everything, of course.  BB: But specifically, your rubbish date.

Y/N: Apology conditionally accepted. Y/N: 4 sisters?! 

BB: Only conditional? What do I gots to do to make it unconditional? BB: Yeah, I know… I’ve got 3 brothers too. My parents were really into each other. 

Y/N: IDK, serve a mean martini? Y/N: Understatement.

BB: That could be arranged. I took an online mixology course during lockdown.  BB: My sister El declared I'm better than Stanley Tucci. Admittedly, that was after 4 espresso martinis… but I'm taking it. She's opinionated but the best one. They are a weird bunch tho 🤔

Y/N: WOAH WOAH WOAH. That's a bold claim.

BB: Well, there’s only one way to dispute it: try one for yourself…

Y/N: Smooth, Genius Bar, smooth.

BB: I do my best 🤷

1 day later.

Y/N: I can't get my AirPods to work.

BB: You do realise I didn’t actually follow your career advice?

Y/N: Urgh. Inconvenient. What use are you then?

BB: As I said. Cocktails. I’ll try my hand at waxing if you want.

Y/N: Best stick to the day job. Which is…?

BB: Graphic design.

Y/N: Oh, that’s quite cool. 

BB: It pays the bills. You?

Y/N: MI-5

BB: Wow, you're a shit spy.

Y/N: It could be an excellent double bluff…

BB:

Y/N: Oh, we’ve graduated to memes now, have we, Genius Bar?

BB: It was called for.

Y/N: I’ll take it. Purely cos it's a Hemsworth.

BB: I would too, tbh.

Y/N: Bi?

BB: For a Hemsworth? Always.

Y/N: Anyone else?

BB: I’ll keep you posted.

Y/N: I'm on the edge of my seat.

3 days later.

BB: Oscar Issac.

Y/N: Good non sequitur evening to you, too, Genius Bar Ben.

BB: For the bi thing.

Y/N: Ahh. Got it. I can respect that.

BB: This is me, btw: www.instagram.com/benbridgerdesign.  BB: Figured you can decide for yourself if I'm a creeper.

Y/N: Appreciated.

3 minutes later.

Y/N: You paint?

BB: I dabble

Y/N: Modesty will only make me like you more.

BB: You like me?! 🥹

Y/N: You didn't mention you were handsome.

BB: There is no way to respond to that without me sounding like a twat.

BB: But thank you 😊

Y/N: This is me: www.instagram.com/ynhandle 

7 minutes later.

BB: Oh, Amalfi is so beautiful, isn't it?

Y/N: Wow. That's a deep cut. How far did you scroll back??

BB: 👀

Y/N: Yeah, it's beautiful. Shame it's tainted for me now. Was there with an ex.

BB: I saw. Very handsome.

Y/N: Are you sure you're not just into men full-stop?

BB: 🤷 BB: You’re very pretty, too.

Y/N: I’d believe it if you didn't mention my “very handsome” ex first…

BB: I call it like I see it. BB: I have had 4 whiskeys, tho, so make of that what you will.

Y/N: On a school night?!

BB: It’s my brother Ant's birthday. This is like non-optional drunk, I’ll have you know.

Y/N: Happy birthday to him. 

BB: He says thanks. He’s also told me to get off my fucking phone. Which is rich. He is texting his wife nonstop.

Y/N: Hah! Safe travels through Whiskeytown, BenBridger 🫡

BB: I kinda miss Genius Bar…. 😞

Y/N: I can't win…

2 days later.

BB: Settle an argument for me.

Y/N: 🍿

BB: Col, younger brother, never stops eating... He claims Katz Deli is overrated. I argue it's touristy but still good. You’ve been. Where do you sit on this matter?

Y/N: You really did go thru my Insta, didn't you?? Y/N: Thanks for the follow, BTW.

BB: It's a compliment, I assure you. BB: Welcome. And same.

Y/N: Not complaining. And yeah, I agree with you, actually.

BB: Hah! Excellent!!

Y/N: Wait… your older brother is Ant, and your younger brother is Col? You’re Ben. So, like ABC?

BB:  … I already warned you my family was weird.

Y/N: You did. You did.

BB: Now, please excuse me while I go gloat.

Y/N: 👍

5 mins later.

BB: Hi. This is Col. You must be the famous y/n. Ben’s in the bogs, and the mug left his phone on the table unlocked, so this is on him.  BB: He like really likes you. Like a lot. Will you go on a date with him pls? 

Y/N: Err, ok, hi Col. Y/N: Umm, I think Ben should be the one to ask me that. Don’t you?

BB: He’s too scared you’ll say no.

Y/N: I won't…

BB: EXCELLENT.

2 minutes later.

BB: I am so SO sorry about that 😬 He’s such a shit. BB: But… do you mean it?

Y/N: Ask me properly…

BB: Would you, y/n, like to go on a date with me? Please?

Y/N: I would be delighted to Ben. 😀

BB: 🙏 BB: Are you free on Thursday? Could I take you to dinner?

Y/N: Sounds wonderful. 

BB: 7pm? Meet at Picadilly Circus? By Brasserie Zedel?

Y/N: I’ll be there 😀

BB: 😀

10 days later.

BB: I think you should know… Liz is an artiste 😮‍💨

Y/N: Stop texting me from my bed, you dork. 😘 Y/N: How do you take your coffee?

BB: I'm like 10 meters away. Why not just ask me?

Y/N: You started this, Genius Bar…

BB: Come back to bed, Mostly Hairless Troll.

Y/N: I asked for that, didn't I? 🤦

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[ursemma]

So long, London. -LN4

Ꮚ Lando Norris × fem!reader.

Summary: Dating F1 driver isn't really easy, especially when you are blue.

(loosely based on some real life events.)

Warnings: angst

Let me know what you want to read next.

You should've known this was going to happen. You and Lando, were polar opposites of eachother in every aspect of life. From upbringing, to personality, likes, dislikes, name one thing, and you'll have different opinions. But that's not the thing that tore you both apart, the real thing that did was your life.

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You moved to London to complete your further studies, and you were shocked to find Lando Norris being your neighbour. You weren't much of a cars go vroom's fan, but you knew about him through your friends.

He helped you move in, welcomed you, and was the best neighbour anyone could wish for.

Slowly this turned into a bond which was unbreakable.

But since he joined McLaren, he had to travel across the world, every now and then, and soon your family moved in, because of which the two of you never got personal time to share.

First few years into the relationship were great, but as the time passed, every thing started to fall apart.

You saw the comments under his posts regarding his girlfriend, your family starting throwing tantrums regarding your grades and career and soon became financially unstable, your brother started struggling to get a job, your bestfriend moved to a different city.

Due to these things loneliness crept in and everything became unbearable. Every day you woke up to fighting, tauntings and yellings, and as the days passed by the comments kept circling back and forth through your head.

Oh my god, even tho magui and him are doing an ad they look soo good together.

He should totally date her.

She's so pretty and matches his vibe, and aesthetic.

And due to the increasing distance you both never really spoke on such topics, also you did not want to bother him with your stupid problems.

And one day it suddenly hit you, you can't do this anymore. You can't pretend to happy, bcoz the entire 'fake it till you make it' is not working. Your family was a shit hole, a mess, a tangled knot that couldn't be solve anymore. You weren't doing fine, you needed someone.

You called Lando hoping to finally tell him everything, you called once, you called twice, but no one answered the phone, and then you decided it was the last time you'll call, the minute you were going to loose the hope he answered

LN: hello?

You: I wanted to talk to you

LN: um I'm actually quite busy, can I call you back later?

You heard the loud music, and yelling in the background, and frowned.

You: you're at the club?

LN: yeah, how about we talk later on?

You: But we haven't spoken since a week Lando, I really need to speak to you

LN: I know darling, but I can't talk to you in the club you know? I'll call you back, promise.

After hearing it, you hung up and signed loudly.

You waited and waited but there were no messages, or calls. Soon you realised that talking to him was pointless. He wouldn't get it. He was raised with love being fed from silverspoon, he has a nice, loving family, money, and everything you could only dream of. Also it's not like talking to him would change anything.

The more you thought the more unbearable it became, how could you tell him about this? The situation? Your family? How could you bring him into this mess? If tomorrow you get married, what would be think of this? You don't deserve him. His love. His family. Because you both are so different, it's not working out now, and it won't in future. So you decide to let him be free, and you slept crying on you pillow.

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A week passed by, and he finally called you,

LN: hello?

You: hello

LN: you wanted to talk?

You: yes

LN: I'm free right now so yeah go ahead

You: I think we should break up

LN: what?! Why?!

You swore you could hear the shock from his voice

You: it's not working out Lando

It took alot of courage to spoke those words.

LN: is it because I didn't call you frequently? I swear I was busy with training, and media stuff, the night I went to the club only because max forced my team to let me catch a break, I swear I'll make time for you just, please let's not breakup.

You could hear his voice breaking, and felt a sudden pain in your heart, but you knew it's for his betterment. He'll find someone else.

You: No Lando, it's not because of that, I mean part of it yes, but it's on me, I can't do long distance like this. It feels horrible not being able to love you openly, or come to your matches because of my family, and school, I can't be the ideal girlfriend to you.

You didn't speak the whole truth, but didn't lie either, your heart pained as those words came out of your mouth, and you could hear him breaking apart, and crying.

LN: we can try tho? Just for the time being, once you graduate, you can be with me, we'll travel the world, I'll take you to each and every circuit, you'll be in my jersey, I'll show you off proudly, please just wait?

You: I can't Lando please.

LN: you made up your mind?

You: yes.

LN: there's no changing? I- I really can't change it?

You: yes, you can't

LN: ok- okay.

You: I'm sorry

LN: I'm sorry too, for making you feel this way, that you can't be loved openly, but trust me, you're worth everything, and there's nothing more in the world I want aside from you. If you ever changed your mind, you know I'll be waiting for you. I love you.

You: I'll keep that in mind, I love you too.

LN: maybe next time.

You: maybe next time, goodbye Lan.

LN: goodbye my love.

As you hung up, tears flooded through your eyes, and your breathing became heavier, soon you started to gasp for air, as you felt a creeper tightening it's knot around your throat, and soon enough you fainted.

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Days went by, and you were helping your family packing the stuff, and suddenly you heard a familiar voice in your front porch.

You saw him speaking to your mom.

"you're... Moving out?" You heard him ask your mom with a fallen face, and frown hoping for it to be false.

"yeah, I thought she told you?" Your mom spoke, her facial expression clearly hinting that she's suprised.

"actually it's my fault, I've been too busy you know" you heard his voice becoming heavy as he spoke those words, but he quickly concealed it by asking another question, "do you mind if I ask why?"

"oh not at all dear, it's just the family is suffering financially alot, and we can't afford to pay the rent, so we're moving out to somewhere cheaper."

"is it in London?"

"no, we're going to different city."

You heard silence, and after a pause, with a heavy voice he spoke, "oh.., well let me help you"

You saw him helping your mom moving the boxes, like it's completely natural. Soon your eyes met, and you moved away, trying to hide the redness, and swollen eyes.

He took a step towards you, but your mom called your name, and you rushed towards her avoiding him.

"why don't you talk to him, for the last time?" Your mom spoke while getting in the car, and shutting the door.

You both stood infront of each other, heavy silence clung to the air, which was soon broken by him.

"why didn't you tell me?"

"why bother? " You didn't mean to sound harsh but somehow you did.

"so you think I don't deserve to know?"

"no it's just.. look you deserve more okay? More than what I can give to you."

"have you ever thought that I want you?" He wanted to scream, shout and stop you, he wanted to tell you that don't leave, don't go away, most importantly don't give up.

"look what's done is done, we can't undo it, so let's just keep things that way, I don't want you to get tangled in my mess, and also you'll find someone."

With that you walked away. Leaving him stranded. He watched the car fading into the background, he don't know why, but he wished you would look back, turn around, giving him a hope that you two will meet in future, that you're not giving up on him, but you didn't. Instead the entire ride you were looking out of your window wondering what future holds for you, wondering how your life changed.

Reminiscing about everything thing that you've been through, you let out a heavy sigh.

So long, London.

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[spaceycat]

decided to repost this fic with ACTUAL smut now that im no longer a loser, enjoy guys:

i actually want to cry so bad that i deleted this poor anon's request on accident cuz it was so good, ANON. IF YOU'RE OUT THERE. IM SO SORRY!!!!

here's the premise: avenger!reader finding out that bucky is a pornstar and asks if he wants to practice with her !!!

let's just say that bucky like didnt fall of the train and isn't as traumatised LOL

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⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ... ✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆ ╰┈➤ 𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𐙚

♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: s&m by rihanna (4:04)

✰ word count: 2.1k+ (yes. you read that right..)

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Bucky wasn't expecting you to come to him with that proposition, not in a million years. He wasn't expecting the sweet, innocent, and very much a superhero-self to be interested in him and his work.

But the problem is his work isn't the most respectable thing in the world and Bucky still didn't know you exactly found out that he did sex work in the first place and how long you've been watching you before. However, when you came up to him at a party and said "Maybe you'd want to practice with me? I'd be down.." At first he didn't know what you meant, but as soon as it clicked in his mind - he realised that the what he thought was innocent girl that he had a harmless crush on and flirted with almost every time he saw her for a year was now asking to fuck him. On camera might he just add. And how could he say no to you?

When Bucky texted you the next day about it, you weren't really betting on the fact that he thought it was serious and just thought it was a joke. "wanna practice at mine?" and then it all aligned, you were just trying to flirt, but now - right now, Bucky was now asking you to come over to help him 'practice'.

"My face won't be in it, will it?" You said shrugging off your coat at Bucky's apartment door. "What you afraid of people finding out that the superhero that has saved the world multiple times fucks like an animal?" Your jaw dropped at that. "How?--" "Whenever I'm over at Avengers tower the walls aren't exactly soundproof." "You can't just say that." "I just did, and I would like a demonstration to be honest."

And now, you were underneath Bucky - still in your clothes as he set up and fumbled with the camera beside the bed. "Is it recording?" He'd let out a hum, continuing to fumble with it. "..Should-- be." You were just tired, and horny - to put it lightly. You thought it was kind of endearing how he fiddled with the camera trying to make sure everything was perfect.

You grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him into a searing kiss - he reciprocated almost immediately after faltering for a moment, he'd pull back. "Listen, doll-- I dont want to watch this back and realise that the camera was the wrong way just give me a minute." "Bucky." You'd pout, he'd sigh. It's kind of a once in a lifetime opportunity that this happens to he's just gotta take what he can get."It'll have to do then.." When your pout was replaced with a pout, he couldn't help himself - locking you in a kiss.

His mind almost short-circuited as you grabbed his hand, moving it to your waist - his hand instinctively tightened. He's had other girls before, sure, but none of them were you. As the kisses turned heated and more open mouthed, Bucky's hand moved underneath your shirt, his hand splayed out on your abdomen - pushing it up slowly.

He pulled back for a moment, taking note of how you chased him - wanting more. Bucky chuckled a bit at that, "Give me a minute, doll." He'd pull your shirt off with your assistance, chucking it aside. He let out a low appreciative whistle, looking you up and down. "Jesus, you're beautiful.." "Bucky--" You just realised you said his name on the recording, "Wait, shit." "It's fine, doll. I can cut it out, say my name as much as you want." The suggestiveness of the comment made your face blush, not even noticing the fact that Bucky unclipping your bra tossing it aside aswell. "Pretty lil' thing.."

His shirt curled in your hands, "Off- please.." You wanted to see all of him. He let out a hum, pushing it off the bed - joining the rest of the clothes.

His hands slid down your chest, moving underneath your jeans to feel your slick panties, he let out a chuckle. "Already this wet, doll?"

"Shut the fuck up.." You'd pull him into a kiss, taking note of the surprised noise that you extracted from his lips. His hand moving your panties aside to glide through your slick folds, a small groan being soaked up by your lips on his.

You pushed his hand away, confused he broke the kiss - looking down at you. "Did I do something wrong?" "No-- you idiot, I'm just getting these god-forsaken jeans off of me." "Oh, right." He said with an embarassed chuckle.

As he saw you fumbling a bit with your jeans, he helped you with unbuttoning them. "Lift up your hips." You looked at him with a raised brow, "Lift." He repeated, you obeyed - with a swift motion he pulled your jeans off your body, leaving you in just your panties that were properly soaked.

"So fucking pretty." He muttered to himself, resting back on his heels as he looked over you. "Are you just going to stare?" "Fuck no." And in a moment, his lips were on yours again - sharing the same passion as the ones before.

His hand dragged down from your chest, over your abdomen, to the edge of your panties. Taking a moment to break from the kiss to bring his hand to his lips - wetting his ring and middle finger, maintaining eye contact with you - which made your jaw drop.

His hand snaked back down to your wet panties, pulling them aside with ease and gathering your arousal with his fingers as he slowly worked his fingers inside you - a moan coming from your mouth. As you placed a hand to his shoulder, the stretch of his fingers foreign.

"Shh-- baby, it'll feel so good, just give it a minute." He started slowly pumping his fingers, trying to find that spot inside of you. As the sting slowly subsided, pleasure replaced it.

Your head dropped back against the pillows, his lips moved to your neck. His thumb moving to graze your clit in agonising circles.

"Feel good, doll?" "Mm--"

He then slipped his fingers out of you, directing your shaky hands to his belt - he noticed how you faltered. "Hey-- we can stop anytime. Just say the word, and I'll stop recording. Yeah?" "I'm okay-- just not used to putting up a show." "You're okay, baby. You're doing so well" He'd place a soft kiss to your lips.

Your hands slowly worked his belt out from his pant hoops, you noticed the expensive branding flashes on the metal of the belt. "You buy this with porn money?" A chuckle left him, "Don't call it porn money.." You just stared at him, a small smile on your face as you waited for an answer. "Yeah-- I did, and soon.." He'd place a kiss to your nose, "You'll be able to buy whatever the fuck you want."

"Yeah?.." You dragged a hand down his chest, hands moving to slowly unbutton his jeans. A smirk graced his face, "Yeah." His hand played with the strap of your shirt, his attention solely focused on you.

After clothes were stripped, you just sat there on the bed looking up at him - not really knowing where to go from there. He moved foward, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as he slowly placed a kiss to your lips. You placed a hand into his hair, the kiss slowly becoming more heated.

Your head settled back into the pillows and sheets, Bucky following every move. Your hand moved from his hair, down his chest - dragging a finger over his hipbone. "I didn't expect you to be a tease." "You wanted a demonstration, I'm giving you the full, real experience." "Mhm." You then took his cock into your hand, pumping it slowly exhibiting a groan from him. He was bigger than other guys you've had before, but then you reminded himself that he was literally a pornstar.

He then switched up the position between you, pulling you up into his lap - chest to chest, snuggly pressed up against eachother. He'd position himself at your entrance, his tip grazing you - making your hips unintentionally buck foward. "Eager." He said with a chuckle, hands being placed onto your thighs - slowly pushing you down onto his cock.

A small moan left your lips, your head resting on his shoulder as you adjusted. "There you go, sweet girl." He'd place a kiss to your cheek, the praise making you wetter, if that was possible. "Tell me when to move." You took a moment to gather the words, tapping his shoulder. "Move-- move, you can go." He slowly started to move his hips in tandem with yours, he decided to test the waters a bit - fully removing himself from you earning a whimper from you before bottoming out in you, causing your fingernails to dig in his back.

"You-- god... you have no fucking idea how long I've wanted this." He muttered, not really expecting you to recognise what he said by the way you were latched onto him like life support.

"Look at me." "Hm?" Your mind felt hazy with every thrust he performed, "Look at me, baby." You slowly pulled your head up to look at him in the eyes, he felt the way you clenched around him as you saw him - hair a mess, cheeks flushed, lips red and kissed. And that flipped something in your brain, pulling him into a searing kiss as your hips moved on its on - riding him feverishly.

Every small touch, every small movement put your mind into overdrive, focusing purely on the way he grabbed onto you like you'd disappear otherwise, muttered praises into your ear, the way his hands dragged over your body like he was committing every curve and feeling into his mind.

This was more than performing for some video, it was so much more.

You felt the familiar coil start up in your stomach, god if you could see yourself. You were probably a mess, hair disheveled, makeup ruined from the tears of pleasure brimming your eyes, but that didn't stop you - infact it fuelled you.

Bouncing on his lap like you needed it to live, feeling the way he fitted you perfectly but treated you like you would break if he went to harshly - you wanted him to ruin you.

His hand dragged down from a supporting hand around your waist to rub fast circles around your clit, placing his fingers into his mouth to wet them before continuing his ministrations. His eyes were focused on you, solely you - not the camera, not performing. Watching your reactions, hearing your moans that were caused from him.

You saw white as you came around him, laying your head on his shoulder - spent, letting him use you in any goddamn way he pleases to cum. "So good baby.." He muttered, continuing speaking praises to you as his hips snapped up into you.

He pulled out, his head resting back on the headboard of the bed, eyes closed as he came onto your stomach.

You both just sat there for a moment, enjoying the silence that was your panted breaths. "What a performance." You joked, "You deserve an award for that one." "Mm.."

As you caught your breath, you looked up at him. "I want to continue doing this with you." "..What? As in the filming thing?" "No-- no, no cameras. Only us." "Are you asking me out on a date?" "Poorly." "No cameras, I like that." He'd run a hand through your sweat-soaked hair, "No performing." "You implying that you were faking it that entire time?" He chuckled a bit, "No-- hell no." "Lucky me.." You both sat in silence for a moment, breaths still heaving - cutting through the silence. "Go have a shower, I'll clean up and join you afterwards, okay?" "Okay.." You said with a smile, placing a chaste kiss to his lips as you moved off his lap, thighs aching from the pressure put on them - but it was worth it.

Afterwards, Bucky helped you into the shower - going to check the recording that he expected to be hours long. As he grabbed it, he realised that he didn't even start recording. He'd chuckle a bit as he chucked the camera on the bed, moving into the bathroom to join you in the shower. He wasn't against filming another video with you, and he doubted you'd be against that.

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[hockeyboistrash]

Joseph Woll is just the cutest (this gif? I'm dead) anyway I had this idea pop into my when I went to a concert the other day and now I'm just imagining him taking you to the eras tour. @stayg-0ld this one's for you 💖 (this is not the way i imagined this blurb going but I hope you enjoy it anyway)

"Shit." You heard someone mumble from the living room. You frowned, not expecting your boyfriend to be home in the middle of the day.

"Babe, is everything okay?" You shouted, hanging your coat up and slipping your shoes off. Before you could walk any further Joseph came out, blocking the living room from your sight. You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering what he was hiding from you.

"You don't wanna go in there. Me and Kniesy have kinda made a mess. Don't worry we'll clean it up." Joseph said, trying to stop you from going inside.

"Oh, Matt's here?" You asked, wondering what your boyfriend and his teammate were up to.

"Hey, Y/N!" Matt shouted from the other room.

"What are you guys up to you?" You tried looking pass Joseph but his 6 foot 3 frame blocked your view.

"Just helping Kniesy with something." Was all he said. You waited expectantly for him to clarify but he diverted the conversation quickly. "Why don't you take a bath while we clean up." Joseph gently guided you towards the bathroom. You decided to let it go for now, noting to yourself to ask him about it later. He started running the bath for you as you undressed, taking the towel he held out for you. "I'm going to go and get rid of Matt." Joseph stuttered, taking in the sight of you in your underwear. The objective of distracting you long gone.

"If you succeed you can come and join me." You winked at him, leaning to press a kiss on his cheek before settling into the bath.

Joseph went back to living room seeing Matt finish the last bracelet. "How's it going?" He asked.

"It's officially finished." Matt told his friend and a look of relief washed over Joseph.

"Thank you. I owe you one." Matt said, taking the bracelet in his hand and inspected it. Doubt suddenly set in, worried you'd hate the surprise. "Do you think Y/N will like it?"

"I hope so. This took us ages." Matt joked before assuring Joseph. "Y/N will love it. You'll be the best boyfriend ever." A small smile crept on his face with a sigh of relief. "I'm going to head out. Let me know how it goes. Tell her I say bye." Matthew grabbed his coat and left the goalie to give you his surprise.

It was a few hours later that the two of you were curled up on the couch, comfy clothes on and a blanket thrown over you both. Joseph's arm was resting on the back of the sofa as you layed your head on his chest. He was sure you could feel his heart rate pick up. He was going to give you the gift now and he was nervous. Joseph had no reason to be nervous. It wasn't like you've given him a reason to. He just wanted you to like it. Even with Matt's reassurance he had a little doubt still.

"I got you something." Joseph said softly. You sat up, turning to look at him. He reached down beside the couch and pulled out a bag, Matt's idea of a good hiding spot.

You gently took the bag from him, taking the gift out. It was friendship bracelets tied together. "Babe." You gasped, reading each bracelet. 'Will you go to the eras tour with me' it read. You read it over and over again to make sure you were reading it correctly. The letters never changed.

"So? What do you say? I've got two tickets." Joseph said after a moment of silence. You hadn't even realised you hasn't answer him yet, so engrossed in the black letters on each white charm.

"Oh my gosh! Yes!" You exclaimed, flinging your arms around him and pressing your lips against his. He caught you, resting his hands on your ass so you wouldn't fall. "This is the best gift ever. Thank you."

"I was worried you wouldn't like it." Joseph admitted and you gaped at him like he grew another head.

"I love it. It's the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me." You assured him, cupping his cheeks. "I. Love. You. Joseph Woll." You annunciated with kisses, a soft blush crept on his cheeks. You stayed staying his knee, running your fingers over the bracelets, taking in every little detail. "Wait, did you make this yourself?" You asked.

"Kniesy helped a bit." Joseph admitted. "But yeah I made it myself." You giggled to yourself, imagining your six foot three boyfriend trying to put tiny beads onto a thread. It warmed your heart, the effort he went to for you. It solidified your thoughts that he was the man you were going to marry.

[storiesaplenty]

The Walking Dead Masterlist

Part 2

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: a bit of swearing

Requested by no one.

WC: 1234

©️ storiesaplenty 2025: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work. All readers are female, unless stated otherwise.

Daryl Dixon's POV:

I couldn't believe my eyes.

There she was, standing there, pointing a gun at me.

"Holy shit, Flower is that you?"

She gave me a soft smile, which seemed to make my heart flutter, just like it did all those years ago.

"Daryl Dixon, I should have known that you would still be alive."

She lowered her gun, and I lowered my bow, walking inside the small cabin and placing it against the door frame, always ready just in case.

"Wait, you know this woman Daryl?" Glenn asked me, making me nod my head yes.

"Yeah, we grew up together." I simply stated.

"I don't have much in the way of food, but please make yourselves comfortable. I have one bed."

She said as she looked at Lori. "I insist you take the bed." She made it clear with her tone of voice that no one else should be sleeping on it.

"Thank you. My name is Lori. This is my son Carl, that is Rick." Each person started to introduce themselves to her, as I closed the door behind me, making sure it was locked.

I made sure the cloth that she had covering the peep hole was covered.

Rick walked up to me, as she showed them where everyone could sleep.

"Is this someone we can trust, Daryl?"

"I have always trusted her. I'm not going to stop now." I pretty much grunted at him.

"If you trust her, then I will too. Let's figure out who is going to be on the first watch."

"If we keep our noise down, and keep the lights low, then any biter usually just goes on by. Just make sure to keep each window covered like I have them now, and we should be good until morning. Besides, you're not going to be able to see much out there anyways, not with the storm coming in." At that moment a big strike of thunder happened.

"Everyone just stay near the center of the room as much as possible. Try to stay away from the windows." Rick called out as we got settled in for the night.

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I watched as her and Carol talked softly to one another, the two of them laughing amongst themselves.

I didn't realise I was watching them, until Carol nudged her.

"What you lookin' at Dixon?" Flower said to me, bringing flashes of us when we were younger, and her catching me looking at her.

"Nothin," I mumbled, making her shake her head in amusement, and stand up, leaving Carol to look at me, as Flower sat down next to me, shoulder to shoulder.

"How have you been treating yourself?" She asked me.

"Alright." Was all she got.

"Some things never change." Was all she said to me.

There was a bit of silence between us, not awkward, just content.

"You know, when I heard what happened at the hospitals, I thought you were killed."

I told her, finally breaking the silence. She turned her body to face me.

"Wasn't even there that day. Was my day off. When I heard what happened, I packed what I could and left, believing that the military was going to do something to the city, and I was right about that."

She told me how she met up with other people, and how she ended up here, alone.

"You know, you can always join us." I mumbled, already knowing that Rick would be fine with it, as she was a trained nurse.

"Daryl, I am actually enjoying being alone, but let me think about it."

I wanted to try and convince her to come with us. That she would be safe with us. We have the numbers.

That I finally found her, and that I couldn't let her go, but I didn't say that.

I didn't say any of that.

"Whatever man." I said.

"Now Daryl, no need to act like that. Tell me how you really feel." She could always read me. It was like she still knew me after all these years.

"You know you will be safer with us. We have more people, and what if it isn't just walkers that come through here?"

"Walkers huh? I like that. Daryl, I have thought about that, trust me I have, but your group is lucky to have even found this place, just like I was. This is so far out of the way, that no one knows it is here."

"If we were able to find it, then so will others, whose intentions may not be as good as ours." I crossed my arms over my chest, getting frustrated with her and her stubbornness.

"You talk it over with the person in charge of your group, and I will come with you, happy now?" She placed her hand on my bicep, and I swear she squeezed it, but just softly though.

"Yes." I gave her a soft smile, as she laid her head on my shoulder. The two of us dozing off to sleep.

◇

I woke up due to a loud clap of thunder, and found Rick at the front door, who pulled up a rocking chair he found.

"Glenn and T-Dog are watching the back." He quietly informed me.

"Rick, I was thinking," He knew what I was going to say.

"You want her to come with us?" He questioned, never taking his eyes off the front door.

"She was a trained nurse. She knows how to defend herself, and others. She knows how to hunt and track, and knows which plants are poisonous or not. Hell man, she did archery back in high school."

"Sounds like the female version of you." I snorted when he said that, actually making him break his eye contact from the door.

"She grew up rich, and not at all like me." I muttered.

"And yet, we are here, trying to survive. Doesn't matter who we truly were back then. The world has changed Daryl."

I agreed with him, but didn't say so.

I took over the watch a few minutes later, letting Rick get some sleep.

◇

The storm had passed by the time everyone was waking up.

I was handed a bowl of oatmeal, and I quickly devoured it.

"Like I said, not much, but." Flower started to say.

"It is more than enough, thank you." Lori said.

"Thank you." The other said.

"Daryl came to me last night, when I was on watch, asking if you could join us. If you would like too, then it is okay with me. He told me how you can hunt, track. Which plants are poisonous or not. Did archery, and you were a nurse."

I saw that Hershel perked up at that last bit.

"We can always use another medical professional. Even more so with the little one due any day." Hershel said.

"I'll join you. Just stay another day until the ground dries a bit. It is all mud out there, and we will not get away from any walker if they catch up to us."

The group agreed, and they settled in for another day of having shelter.

Flower walked up to me, "Looks like you are stuck with me Daryl."

I wanted to tell her I wouldn't have it any other way, but I just bumped her shoulder with mine.

"I never got to ask. Where is your brother?"

Part 1 ♡ Part 3

[selfloverrrrrr]

Fake marriage

Warning: Smut, unprotected Sex, rough sex, teasing, bdsm, nipple play, hair pulling, spanking....

This is our glorious blue eyed king's birthday special story ..... sorry for being late 😭🎀💖

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

Gojo's POV

I was casually sitting on my bed and going through my phone when I got a call. From my mom? What does she wants talk about? I picked up the call. "Hmm?" I said. "Gojo...how are you doing, my son?" She asked. "Fine" I replied. "Well what about-" before she could complete the sentence I spoke "can you please tell me why you called me?" I asked.

"okay....so we're thinking about your marriage" she said. "Mom, seriously? Again?" I said with frustration. "Gojo shut up! You need to get married now! It's your age to get married!" She said. "I'm not getting married" I replied. "Yes you are.... we've seen some girls for you... you're going on dates with them and chose one of them" she said.

Why the fuck is she looking for girls!? I thought. Fuck I have to think about something. "I can't go on those stupid dates" I said. "And why not?" She asked. Fuck what should I say now? "Because...." Fuck fuck fuck.... think quickly think think think!!! "Because I-I'm.... I'm engaged!" I said. Then I realised... wait what did I said?

"what? Why didn't you tell me?" She asked. "Oh...hah...hehe...ummm it was a secret!" I replied. "Fine I'm cancelling all those dates then.... and you should come here tomorrow with her.... I can't wait to see my daughter in law. Your father will be so happy" she said. "Wait what?! Tomorrow?????? Why????!!!!" I almost screamed.

"I don't want to hear anything from you Gojo! You are coming here tomorrow that's it!" She said and ended the call. "Wait wait wait..... hello??????" Shit...... what am I supposed to do now? I lied to her. How the fuck am I supposed to show her my wife when I don't have a fucking wife! Goshhhhh I fell on the bed and screamed.

The door opened and I looked at the door. It was Shoko, haibara and Suguru. "Ahhhhhhhhh Suguruuuuuuuuuuuuuu" I whined. "What happened?" Suguru asked. "Yeah yeah why the fuck are you looking more ugly? You're already so ugly don't be more ugly" Shoko said. "Wym???? I'm the most handsome person in the world" I said looking at her.

"Satoru? Are you gonna fight with her or are you going to tell us why you were screaming?" Suguru asked. "Yes yes senpai.... I almost choked on my water when I heard your scream" haibara said. Then I told them everything. "Shit.... you're in a fucking trouble" all of them said.

Y/n's POV

I was looking for Geto and couldn't find him. Nanami told me that he was in Gojo's room. I entered the room. "Hey Geto, I was looking-... WOAH why are y'all so serious here?" I asked. "Nothing.... just Gojo is in trouble" Shoko said. "Why what happened? Serious problem?" I asked and went in front of them. "Yeah" Gojo and Geto replied together.

"what happened exactly?" I asked. Geto told me everything and Gojo was sitting with a sad face. "Ohhhhh....why did you say that anyways?" I asked. "I don't want to get married or go on stupid dates.... and that's the only thing that came to my mind" Gojo said. "Mmmm that's a serious situation actually " I said and they all nodded.

"actually you can hire someone with money and go with her. Like a fake marriage you know" I said. "Actually a good idea " haibara said. "Yes but where can I find someone this quick? And she has to be pretty according to my mom or else she won't except" Gojo said. Everyone nodded and looked down.

I also nodded and looked down. When I looked up again they all were staring at me with wide eyes. "Uhhh.... why.... exactly are y'all staring at me?" I asked curiously. They all smiled. I understood. "NO NO NO... I'M NOT DOING IT!" I declared. "Please!!!!!!!!!" Gojo said. "Nooooo.... I'm not doing it.... I can't!" I replied.

"whyyyyyyyyyyyy??????" Gojo asked. "Because your family is a higher ranked family of jujutsu society.... and I'm NOT gonna take this risk! Ask Shoko." I said. "I'd rather die!" Shoko said. "Ask Mei Mei " I said. "She's out on a Mission" Gojo said. "Ask Utahime" I said. "I said I want pretty" Gojo said. "You're lucky Satoru, she's not here" Geto said.

"I'm not pretty either!" I said. "Yes you are ~" Gojo said seductively with a smirk on his face. A blush came on my face. Why the fuck does he always flirts! "You two will look good tho" Geto said. I took a breath. "How much money?" I asked looking in the other direction. "$10000" Gojo replied. Still that smirk on his face. "$10000 and all the shoping I need for tomorrow" I said. "Yayyyyyyyyyy" Gojo screamed and jumped from the bed.

The next day

I was ready. wearing the dress Gojo bought me. It was a red velvet bodycon dress. With a soft pink furry scarf of the hand from the back. I did my makeup and hair. I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror. Was I even looking good? Is Gojo gonna like it? Wait wait why I'm even thinking that? Why do I even care?!

I was talking to myself when the doorbell rang. "Y/n???" Gojo's voice came from other side of the door. "Coming!" I said and went to the door. Then opened it. I don't even know why I'm even feeling so nervous. Gojo just stood there and stared at me. Was I looking that bad? "Ummm.... let's go" I said then he stopped starting. "O-oh.... yeah...hm let's go" he said.

I locked my door and went with him. "You're looking..... gorgeous" he said. Almost whispered. "Thanks....." I replied and tried to hide my blush. "You're looking handsome" I said. "Hehehee thank you... I am" he replied. I looked at him like 😑. "Don't need to walk" he said and teleported us in his car.

Before he starts the looked at me. "Oh I almost forgot.... this" he said and pulled out something from your pocket. It was a ring. "What is this?" I asked. "Forgot? I told my mom that we're engaged" he replied. "Ohhh.... yeah. This is so pretty by the way" I said and wore the ring. "It's diamond" he replied casually.

"WHATTTTTTTTTTT???????" I screamed. "My Gosh why are you screaming?????" He asked. "Tf do you mean why am I screaming? You bought a fucking diamond ring?! Why? You should have just bought a fake ring!!!" I replied. And he just sighed and rolled his eyes?! Then started driving. This guy gotta be kidding me!

After sometime we reached his house. That huge pentha house is his? I know he's rich. But that rich???? He took my hand. "Let's go" he said. "Yeah... okay" I said. "Don't feel nervous I'll be there with you" he said. I nodded. Then we both went inside. And his mom was there. I bowed to her. "Nice to meet you, aun- mom" I said.

"nice to meet you too! Gosh you're so pretty. Gojo has a great choice" she said and hugged me. I hugged her back. Gojo told me with signs to call him Satoru. "Satoru's a nice guy" I said. "No... he's very bad mannered guy. If he ever treats you bad just beat him as much as you want, you have my permission" she said and we both laughed.

The dinner went well. His father also talked with me I handle as much as I can. After the dinner Gojo's mom took me and Gojo to show which one is Gojo's well for now our bedroom. "Y/n, this is your room too from now. And you should come more often" she said. "Yes sure" I replied.

"so you two planning on something?" She asked. I was confused then I replied "oh yeah.... we're planning on starting a family! Right, Satoru?" I said and looked at him. But I don't know why he looks so pale suddenly. Why is he looking like as if he just survived a thunder crash? "Oh really? .... like from now?" Gojo's mom asked so happily.

Aww she looks so happy I should say yes. I thought. "Yes" I said. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" Gojo whispered. I was so confused why he was acting like that, we're lying here of course. His expression looks like he's telling me why did I said that. "Gojo go. You know the rules you'll come sometime later" his mom said. "Mom, we ca-" before he complete the sentence his mom spoke "I said go!" She said and Gojo listened.

He went away from there. I really don't understand why was he acting like that? This will make his mom believe more that we're engaged, right? And oh god it didn't took me much time to process why he was acting like that. There I was in his fucking bedroom wearing a LINGERIE?????

So basically in the Gojo clan they have a rule that if a couple in their family decides to start a family the wife has to wear all seductive clothes before the husband comes in the bedroom! Why the hell Gojo didn't tell this to me???? I was alone in the room wearing a fucking blue see-through lingerie and there will be Gojo in any moment!

Fuck fuck fuck why did I even said that!!!! I cursed myself. With a sudden thud Gojo entered. Someone threw him inside. He was now changed in night clothes. "You don't have to be always so rude with me, mom!" He screamed and the door closed. "Anyways" he said and turned around. I tried to hide my body but was that even possible? Was there any difference between being naked and wearing this lingerie?!

Gojo's POV

I turned around and froze. Fuck. I knew this was coming. I looked away. Fuck fuck fuck don't think about it don't think about it! "Why does your family have stupid rules?!" Y/n asked. "I don't know.....my whole family is fucking stupid" I replied and threw myself on the bed. My face pressed on the mattress. "Why didn't you tell me?" She asked.

"how was I supposed to know you were going to say that?" I replied. "Still you should have told me by any telepathy or something!" she argued. "How the fuck am I supposed to telepathy?! I'm not a fucking God!" I replied and sat up. "Aren't you THE STRONGEST?! you have so many powers!" She said mockingly. I grabbed her hand and pulled her under me on the mattress.

"oh really??? You wanna know what kind of power I do have and why am I the strongest?!" I asked looking at her. Her body was pressed against mine. She was shocked. I know she can feel my boner but who cares now? "You're a stup-" before she could complete the sentence I kissed her. And she kissed back? Fuck who cares now... I deepen the kiss.

Y/n's POV

I don't know what happened but I kissed him back. If he did it first who am I to control my feelings. He was kissing me as if his life depends on it. After a long moment he let go of the kiss. I was breathing so heavily. He sucked the breath out of me. A string of saliva connecting our tongues.

He looked down at me. "Why the fuck is this lace is between us!" He said with grinded teeth and grabbed my bra and tore it off. He crashed his lips on mine."f-fuck w-wait" I moaned. But does the strongest look like he'll stop? I grabbed his shirt and unbuttoned his shirt. He took it off and threw it on the floor.

My chest and neck were full of hickeys. He looked at my boobs full of lust in his eyes. His eyes shined in the light of the room. He didn't waste any time, crashed his mouth on my breast licking, sucking and teasing the nipple and squeezing the other one with his hand. I moaned in the sensation. My toes curled up, my eyes rolled back. How much he's good with tongue.

Then he tore off my pantie. "This shouldn't be here either" he said. Then He looked at my pussy. He rubbed his finger on my clit and whispered " so wet. You naughty little slut, getting wet for me huh? For your HUSBAND?" He said and I blushed so hard at his words. He smirked and licked my pussy. I couldn't help but moan loudly. He smirked at my reaction and undo his pants.

His dick sprang out. It was too big and too thick. "Look... this is what you have done to me..." he said while stroking his dick. Why is he so huge? The veins on it were turning me on more.

He lined himself with my pussy. He looked at me for permission. I nodded. "Oh?" He said with a smirk. Why is He making me embarrassed!!!! He slowly pushed himself in. I grabbed on his shoulder taking deep breath. He give me some time to adjust it. Then he slowly started thrusting in and out. He started increasing the speed. I was a moaning mess. He was so huge. His dick was touching my deepest parts. His speed became faster and harder. I dig my nails on his back. My pussy clenched around him tightly.

He flipped me. Now I was lying on my stomach. He reached for my ass and spanked me harshly. He pushed his whole length inside me again. I moaned out loudly. In this position he was going much more deeper. "Oh you like that? You know what...moan more loudly so all the maids can hear you" he whispered in my ear and started thrusting at an animalistic speed. I screamed loudly. The room was full with skin slapping sound and moans.

He trusted in and out roughly. I was moaning his name repeatedly. After a few minutes I came. My walls clenched around him tightly. " G-god... You're so tight... F-Fuck.... I'd die for this pussy" He moaned and with that he came inside me.

He pulled out and laid beside me. "Fuck.... I'm sorry... gonna buy you pills tomorrow" he said. I nodded. "I'm sorry too....you should.... Use the reverse curse technique for those hickeys and scratches" I said. He smirked. "Do you think I'm gonna do that after being after being able to fuck my crush?... I'm gonna show-off these to Suguru tomorrow" he said with a smirk and winked at me.

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[soulwrencher]

oh god, can you make my heart stop?

pairing: college!au ellie x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol, uh soft ellie? lowkey nsfw, not really proof read sorry

word count: 1,8k

summary: ellie isn't a huge party fan but ever since you failed your only mutual class she hoped to see you again, and she does. or; ellie is lowkey awkward but you make out in the middle of a kitchen during a house party.

another friday night, another four walls you're not familiar with. ever since you failed this one class, you've been escalating a bit and suddenly you find yourself at every house party there is, but this is just temporary, to 'calm down'.

and for once, the music roaring from the speakers is actually good. although, when did it get so full? earlier, you could comfortably navigate your way through the living room all the way to the hallway, but all you see is bodies and red cups at this point.

so, the genius idea that the kitchen must be a little emptier comes to your mind.

you make your way to the kitchen, squeezing yourself through all the sweaty bodies until you can finally make out a room that looks like a kitchen.

relieved, you lean against the kitchen island.

"guys what the fuck, i'm not your barkeeper, i've been making drinks for 15 minutes now," a voice emerges from right behind you, how can someone speak so loudly over the booming speakers? you turn around, and,

oh.

that is ellie williams. the ellie williams you had literature with, which you failed horrendously. but it's too late to turn around now, she recognises you and a smile creeps up on her face.

"oh? i know you! haven't seen you in a while!" she yells, waving with the red cup in her hand. shit shit shit, not only did you fail the class, ellie knows too, and the worst: you will never see her again. you won't lie, yes, maybe you did have a crush on her but please, who didn't? it's not that big of a deal. and she probably knows that too. well, now you do care. what if she knows that you actually have been watching her this whole—

"hey? ignoring me? that's a little harsh," ellie shouts, her eyebrows rising in disappointment. why does she look so good? maybe you've had too much to drink, but you can't help but observe her.

white, unbuttoned shirt, black tank top.

sleeves rolled up, the tattoo on her right forearm on full sight. her hands are so veiny and big, you're relieved that no one can read your mind.

"no, sorry, just bummed about failing class, you know," you chuckle in self pity. damn, this is depressing.

"can't hear you, come here," she yells, her eyes squinting in order to hear you better, interesting. wait, did she just ask you to come closer? no, you can't, you probably smell like alcohol, you're super sweaty and why is the overhead light on? you will look so unflattering and—

ellie's standing right in front of you. now this was unexpected, you want to take a step back, but you're already leaned against the island. dead end, pretty much. you didn't expect her to be the same height as you, which makes you chuckle.

"laughing at me too now, huh?" you can hear her clearly now, all you can focus on is the way her lips move while she speaks.

"sorry, think i had too much, but how is, uh, uni treating you? doing well?" you ask, never have you ever thought so hard about what to ask during small talk. you see ellie's shoulders shaking, she's laughing. what's so funny? you pout, then realise you're standing in front of ellie williams, that probably looked really silly.

"okay, i see. small talk it is then," she chuckles, her head slightly tilted to the right, studying your face.

"what do you mean?" you ask, because quite frankly, what does she mean? small talk then? what kind of answer is that?

"don't mind me, i'm just the barkeeper," ellie says. god, she's awkward.

in your imagination, she was more cocky but now you can't decide if imagination or reality is better.

but what you don't know is, that ellie has been watching you the same way you've been watching her. the first time you entered class, ellie couldn't take her eyes off of you. you were totally her type and to her luck, you decided to sit right in front of her. she couldn't even concentrate, all she did was observe the nape of your neck and your side profile, well to specific your soft, plump lips. it was disheartening to hear that you failed class and that she wouldn't see you again, so unlike her usual self, ellie decided to go to a house party and forget about you. but here you are and you look way too good for her not to try and shoot her shot.

"can i make you a drink?" she asks, but all you see are her veiny hands.

"i thought you hated playing barkeeper?" you shoot back, is ellie flirting with you? you're confused, however you're liking where this is going.

"for a pretty woman like you, i don't mind," ellie chuckles while her hand briefly brushes against yours. you raise your eyebrow in suspicion, but ellie shakes her head, she'd never put something disgusting in your drink, not yet. ellie makes her way back to her friends, earning dirty looks from them.

"you suck, i'm losing millions of bets because of you," one of them says, but ellie returns only a smile. she finds some vodka and ginger beer, but moscow mule sucks without lime juice. you watch her open the cabinets, looking for something, her arms reaching for the top. they are really toned, you never noticed before. finally, she stops and you watch her hold something round and green in her hands. she cuts it in half, a lime you assume, you have perfect view on whatever she's doing. inappropriate isn't enough to describe what you're thinking and feeling while watching ellie squeeze the juice out of the lime, her fingers entangled in hot mess.

your whole body follows her as she comes back to you, your chest facing her again. ellie holds the cup up to her face, with her index finger on the rim of the cup.

"i spilled some lime juice right here," she taps her finger against the cup while she grins in anticipation. you cross your arms, tilt your head and raise your eyebrow in confusion.

"well, both of my hands are full—" she places her right hand on your left arm, her thumb stroking you gently.

"and you could help me out," ellie continues, her eyes fixated on your lips. suddenly, everything starts to spin around you, you feel the bass through your whole body, you see ellie's chest move up and down, her breath slowing down, slow and steady. anything you do now is a consequence of you drinking too much, you tell yourself. your right hand reaches out for her sleeve, you pull yourself closer to the raised cup, there where ellie's sticky finger rests. she looks you up and down and her gaze is so intense, you can feel your lower body throbbing. realising that makes you blush, you want to look away but you suddenly feel one of ellie's big, rough hand run your body down, leaving goosebumps everywhere. not once did she look away, her eyes still fixated on you, watching your every move. her hand stops right above your hip, pulling you closer. you look back up, move your head closer to the cup that hides ellie's neck, until you're lips are close enough to touch her fingers.

"return the favor?" ellie whispers, her grip tightening around your hips. you gently press your lips against her finger and use a little bit of your tongue, making sure it's completely clean, of course.

"tastes good, lime juice," you chuckle while you lick the lime juice mixed with saliva on your lips. watching you lick her fingers, then your own lips, ellie can't hold back anymore. she wants to know what it feels like to be kissing you, what you taste like. holding you close to her isn't enough anymore, her thoughts run wild. what does your skin feel like? how many clothes does she need to take off to get on your skin? you observe her put the cup on the counter and feel her hand leave your body as she runs it through her hair. you're surprised that you're disappointed that her hand isn't on you anymore, but before that disappointment could settle in, you feel both of them on your waist, pulling you closer than ever.

"if it's good, mind letting me have a taste?" you're even more astonished to see ellie's face turn a bright shade of red, you expected her to be a natural flirt, but she is much cuter this way. with your arms around her neck and hers around your waist, you could swear that heaven must feel just like this very moment. you nod and can't believe she waited for you to give consent, god, she is just adorable. her hands move up to your neck, cupping your face gently, the last thing you see is her smiling before you get a taste of her wet lips. ever since ellie saw you she couldn't stop fantasising about kissing you, she'd wanted your lips on hers for months and she makes sure you feel it.

your heart skips a beat or two, breath shortening, your hands suddenly in her hair. god this is messy. all you can feel is her body grinding up against yours as the bass roars from the speakers and pounds right through you. she slips her tongue in while you breathe in her intoxicating scent. burying your fingers in her hair isn't enough, you need more, and all of a sudden, ellie pushes her pelvis against yours, you inhale sharply. your lips were separated only for a few moments before she pulls you close again, devouring you. never has anyone kissed you as hungry and sloppy as she did and you felt so incredibly weak. and ellie realises that it's too late to stop, she doesn't want to, she wants her hands all over you, she wants you all to herself. She tugs your bottom lip in between hers and grins.

pounding bass, pounding heart, pounding pulse. her lips trail down to your neck, she breathes hot air on you. you roll your eyes back, biting down all sorts of noises you'd love to make at the touch of her lips. rough hands, she gently holds you by your hair and pulls your head to the side. chest to chest, you feel each other's palpitating heart while the throbbing in between your legs has made itself apparent. ellie glances down, there where you need her the most and she chuckles. You shoot her a glare; apologetic eyes return as an answer.

"you wanna take this like, somewhere else?" ellie whispers, her wet lips brushing against your ear. god, she's such a tease. you nod and she plants one more kiss on your lips, takes your hand and leads you through the crowded rooms, dancing bodies brushing against yours, but none of them feel like ellie's. her touch has left you lingering for more and ellie can't wait much longer to have her hands on you again.

a/n: wrote this omw to uni bc there's this one class that has mandatory attendance and i missed twice already,,, third time's not a charm. also this is inspired by 'bellakeo' peso pluma.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

I just read through your "what are Nik's sore spots" ideas and I love them! I have a really horrible one for you if you like. Due to the sensitive subject matter though, feel free to completely ignore this entire thing: Nik values his intelligence, yes? He gets the news his father has Alzheimer's and while there is no love lost between them, Nik knows there are hereditary elements to this. He gets older, and he worries. Worries what it might mean for him. What it might mean for Price, who is statistically more likely to survive him. I'm sorry this got so dark. I uh had thoughts. Sorry.

Cylin I am... Ahhh. This is so heartbreaking and so good.

cw: Alzheimer's discussion.

My headcanon for Nik's early life is of an austere, really harsh father, but a very loving group of women (which is why I think he surrounds himself with strong, intelligent women, to be honest; Laswell, Syd, Farah, Iskra). They're the ones that turned him into this charming, affable bloke, but his father is the one that gave him everything that's not so great; the ruthlessness and the complex about being worth something to others, to name two.

I can absolutely see him losing the plot when he realises. He would fixate on it. Stew on it while he's up there in the skies until it's all that's going around his head. He doesn't want to bother John with it so he keeps it all on the inside until it starts affecting their relationship because he becomes distant, standoffish - "you won't love me like this when I'm useless to you, so I'm just cutting out the waiting period" kinda schtick.

I reckon it would end in a stand up row, because John doesn't like being taken for a mug; he knows there's something wrong and Nik better fuckin tell him and stop treating him like shit, or John's gonna lamp him one. It would come flooding out in an emotional tirade that makes Nik's usually calm voice crack. How he's terrified of losing his mind, how he "knows" one day he'll look at John's face and not know who he is, how he will forget how to fly, how he'll be a liability, a dead weight. How John will look at him with impatience and disgust.

It would take a lot. A lot. To talk him down. I think it's so ingrained in Nik that he has to be useful to deserve life that the idea of a very real and inevitable end to his utility that isn't simply death would be earth shattering. Nik tries not to be needy because that's being a liability so he always ends up swallowing these feelings down until they're eating him like heartburn. John realises that he needs to do the legwork here, but that's ok because he committed to a man, not a superhero stereotype, and Nik needs professional help as well. They can work through it together.

[fall0utmind]

I'm very picky with abo fics in general but your sick fic au? God it hits the spot perfectly!!

It has everything: Marc hiding that he's hurt, the people around realising that he's hurt but not Just How Badly Hurt he really is, dramatic and public reveal of just How Bad things really are. The guilt!!

Good god the guilt!!! The flavours of it, Marc who has been living with it and internelising that this is somehow his fault and that he's a bad omega, for a decade, (doubt that'll just disappear overnight!) maybe when Marc eventually wakes, barely aware and delirious from pain, He apologisees to Vale for having to deal with him again.. (you did say Marc blamed himself for Vale rejecting him, might as well twist the knife. Just hope Vale's alone when he says that cause Alex might just murder vale on the spot if he hears that).

Vale's guilt hitting him like a truck at first once his alpha realises that it's his fault that that his omegas in pain!! Seeing Marc unresponsive in a hospital bed, so small and fragile, and it's all because of him.. is it bad that I kinda want Vale to think deep down Marc hates him for doing this to him? Potentially Even More miscommunication? Because in vale's mind why wouldn't Marc hate him? Vale has been making his life a living hell for the past decade! Why would Marc want anything to do with him after That?

The guilt from Alex, and the other people close Marc, over not realising just how badly he was hurting, Pecco and the rest of the academy boys realising that by being around Marc they were causing him pain!!

Also speaking of the academy boys, you mentioned that Honda were a makeshift pack for Marc, and since Lucas now with Honda would someone accidentally say something to make him even more suspicious? I doubt anyone would intentionally say something, wouldn't betray Marc's trust like that, especially not to vale's brother, and I assume Marc would have been very careful with making sure noone fully knew just how serious things were, but like surely they noticed some things? Like Marc doesn't nest, doesn't scent, straight up disappears for days when he has a heat and comes back looking like hell?

Anyways sorry for the rambling! I can't wait to read this fic 🫶

Talking about two AUs at once is ruining my brain a bit. I keep buffering and getting confused 😭

Anyways, this has been in my asks bit for do long and I'm so sorry about that.

We sound like we value very similar things in fanfic, ngl. Cause what I really love in fics are:

- lots of hurt, especially when the MC is hiding his pain

- a huge amount of angst and pain - the closer we get to pain levels you can't come back from, the better.

- public realisations of the hurt that's been caused

- followed by loads of fluff

So, about what you said. Oh my God, yes. Marc internalising it is definitely going to happen. He thinks that it's all his fault, not outwardly but somewhere deep inside for sure. And yes, you're right. It's going to take him a long time to get over it and to stop internalising that he's a bad omega, and it's his fault. I can imagine that when he's first nesting again, and he's really struggling to do it, and he just thinks it's because he's a shit omega 🥺🥺 *again, Vale, when i get you 🔫🔫

But YEs what you said..

When Marc wakes up, there is a steady hum of machinery in the air and a steady beeping, which he feels would become irritating after a whole. He is barely conscious, everything's feeling dreamy, and pain still radiates through his body. He turns to his right, wincing as pain shoots through his side, a grimace on his face.

When he opens his eyes again, he meets Valentino's eyes. He has to blink rapidly to ensure he isn't still asleep, pinching himself lightly. Vale bats his hand away and Marc PANICS. Profuse apologies fall from his chapped lips as his eyes dart around in panic. Marc can't believe he's fucking it up again, making valentino sit here with him, when he's already made it clear that he doesn't want Marc. Because Marc is a bad omega. Who doesn't even deserve a pack.

"No, no. This wasn't meant to happen"

"I'm so sorry, valentino, I know - I know you don't want me. I'll leave, make sure it doesn't happen again. I'm sorry. You don't need to deal with me. You shouldn't have to. I'm so bad at this. A bad omega. No alpha should have to deal with a bad omega, " he rambles.

If he was more conscious, less drug-fueled, he wouldn't be saying this. Embarrassment curls in his gut, and yet he can't stop.

When marc drags his gaze back to Valentino, he chokes. There are tears in the older man's eyes and panic written all over his face.

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Even better if Marc's family are there. Can you imagine Julia and Alex shouting at Valentino, can you imagine the hell that would break loose?

"You. You did this! You don't deserve to be an alpha"

"How dare you. You have no idea what he suffered. Get out!!"

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I am living for this ask, it's so good. The idea that Vale thinks Marc hates him and the miscommunication is so good. More angst is fantastic.

I am obsessed with the idea that Valentino's alpha is freaking out. Firstly, at the sight of Marc, his omega, small, pale, fragile, and so SO unwell. Because of him. Im imagining that he actually doesn't realise it's his fault at first - instinct just took over when he saw marc collapse, and he ran, refused to leave marc alone, growling at anyone who got too close. Fuckkk. Then could you imagine, the doctors coming back in, saying it's bond sickness and pack withdrawal. Valentino frowning. And then it hits him like a tonne of bricks.

Valentino vomiting everything he's eaten into the nearest bin. His alpha thrashing inside of him, torn between the need to be near Marc and the all-consuming self hatred. Gosh 😭😭

And then yes, the idea that they miscommunicated, that Valentino tries to put space between them because clearly marc hates him now.

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Then ALEX and MARCS FRIENDS

Stopppp everyone jusy realising they were indirectly hurting marc. The sadness they all feel. The way that he's better, everyone sticks closer to him, scenting him constantly and always keeping him nearby. They all stick nearby in the next, too, constantly touching.

Marc absolutely hating it- the pity and guilt.

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Finally about luca - yes, I love this idea too. I think maybe he Overhears someone say something about how worried they are about marc. They realise luca is there and panic!!!! And then, yes, they won't tell him what it's about, but he's very suspicious.

So he starts to scout, information gather, goes to hound dani and dovi for information about what's happened. I think he only begins to realise as marc is already getting sicker. By that point, it's almost too late. He tries to warn Vale, but he won't hear it. 💔💔💔

Also, yes, people are definitely suspicious. I've touched on this briefly, but people notice for sure. Only the people close to him notice the lack of scent. His teams and teammates notice the whole no heats after 2018. A couple of people notice the coming back from heats like shit from 2015-18 (there are some theories, also some not nice words from certain people). But no one wants to ask. It's a bit taboo. Plus like it would feel like going against Vale. So people notice, but they don't do anything and don't say anything (it makes the guilt so much worse)

Thank you for rambling. I loved all of your ideas and answering this!!.

[quickstappen]

SUMMARY: marceline's valentines over the years (a short study of self love and a look into the past)

PAIRING: pierre gasly x ex! fem! redbull media team! oc , [redacted] x fem! redbull media team! oc (no faceclaim)

WARNINGS: mentions of cheating, cursing

A/N: this is a short valentines day special, marci is healing and we get a look into pierre's and marci's past relationship - this one's not really plot filled, just some valentines snaps over the years ;)

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marcilazzaro1 this year, for valentines day, i am celebrating the strongest, bravest and funniest person i know, the curious soul that has been with me my whole life - myself. these past months made me realise that i wasn't always so kind to her, always putting her wants and needs on hold for people who weren't worth it, telling her to settle for something less rather that fight for what she deserves... now, i'm learning to love her and be happy for her in a completely different way and i've never felt more like myself. today of all days, whether you're single or in a relationship, please remember to show yourself some love too. you can spoil yourself a little - you absolutely deserve it.

all of my love goes to you x

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carrie_on whos cutting onions here what the shit

redleclerc she is actually so mother, you don't understand

clairobernie_x i very much agree with the home decor, mia bella 🤍

↳ marcilazzaro1 aw, are we about to kiss rn?

↳ clairobernie_x 😚

cuddlyxricc are you trying to trick me into loving myself with a very aesthetic valentines photo dump?

↳ marcilazzaro1 is it working?

↳ cuddlyxricc ......maybe

↳ marcilazzaro1 good.

quickstappen did you do anything special today to spoil yourself?

↳ marcilazzaro1 yes! i cooked my absolute favourite meal from my childhood, took a very long and relaxing bath all while sipping on apple cider (i'm not a huge fan of champagne) and binged the mamma mia movies again!

↳ marcilazzaro1 did you do anything to spoil yourself?

↳ quickstappen it was gonna be another sad valentines, but you've changed my mind. i deserved a break. i went shopping to my favourite store and i'm planning to treat myself to dinner night out!

↳ marcilazzaro1 you don't know how amazing it is to hear that 🤍

barbiegirl i just love how confident she's getting 🥹 i've waited YEARS for this

shithappens okay but the revenge dress???? absolute serve

↳ madi_races it looks like it was made for her, honestly

ilpredestinatox HELL YEAH. GIRL, YOU DON'T NEED NO MAN (especially not that cheating bastard)

sarah_scott 🥂💛

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FEBRUARY 2020

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marcilazzaro1 to the one who always listens to what i have to say and never complains about my weird shit - i thought i knew what it was like to love and be loved, but everyday you prove me wrong, you're like a breath of fresh air after a long dive.

all of my love goes to you x

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pierregasly there's no one i'd rather listen to in the middle of the night, you make me feel whole, i didn't even know i had so much love to give

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FEBRUARY 2021

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marcilazzaro1 another year, another letter. i've never felt such an overwhelming kind of love, no matter how many words i write, it's never enough. there's so much i want to say and so little words. i think i'll just have to write it out for the rest of my life and even that might not be enough time.

all of my love goes to you x

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pierregasly i've never liked reading, but i know all your letters by heart. i can't wait to spend forever with you

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FEBRUARY 2022

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marcilazzaro1 to pierre, my love - no words can explain what i feel for you (and yet i try every year), i love everything about you, even your dirty socks laying around the apartment, but most of all, i love your quiet. i was never good with silence, my life is chaotic and full of noise, i was scared of slowing down, but with you i am safe and i don't have to fear the quiet moments anymore

all of my love goes to you x

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pierregasly i can only be quiet with you, no one else

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FEBRUARY 2023

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marcilazzaro1 to the future us - i hope you're kind and loved. to pierre - another year with you and i still don't have enough. i think my love for you might be endless, like the depth of your eyes in the mornings. i am enamored, bewitched, but never lost, i've found myself in your arms.

all of my love goes to you x

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pierregasly here's to the future! i love you always

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madi's radio: here we have a bit of nostalgia for marci and pierre :)))) i don't know where this came from honestly, but i wanted to show that there was a time when they were happy and in love (on both sides)

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DISCLAIMER: i do not know anything about this people, this is not real life, this is just something for fun, i do not know anythings about their life or personalities!

[bluehourbucky]

the freak out

pairing: rockstardad!bucky x f!reader

summary:how bucky reacted to you going into labour with your first kid

warnings: talk of pregnancy/ labor / blood /birth / f bomb

a/n: this turned out longer than I thought it would be sorry

| main | bucky | rockstardad!bucky |

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you're not sure if other people do this but you and bucky made a bet to see who would freak out more when you went into labour. bucky said that he would be really chill because he isn't the one giving birth. he was convinced that he wouldn't be out of his mind, you thought completely opposite.

in order to prove you that he would be chill and not scared at all he had read every single thing he could find on labour pregnancy and parenting. you can't lie and say you have read as much not even half of that but you assumed everything would be fine - women do this all the time.

bucky really loved taking care of you, the cravings the foot massages and he didn't even mind the huge pregnancy pillow that took 90% of the bed. he always wanted to be a father and he was so happy.

bucky never missed the doctors appointment, like not a single one. He always had a notebook with him, as he is a songwriter so the notebook would have lyrics on one side and on the other recommended food for you or the vitamins or the dates of the next appointment- which you found very cute.

a week before your due date, bucky was losing it, he tried to not let it show but damn it was so hard - the amount of times he called your OB was borderline insane.

"honey I think you asked the OB every single question there is. are you calling her now again?"

you don't even know what was he worried about now - he's been worried for the last 9 months so.

"no i'm not calling her. i'm just checking if we need to do or prepare something for the hospital. you're really close to your due date we should be prepared you know doll."

"what more could we prepare for the hospital honey? I think the three bags of clothes for me and two bags for the baby and another two for dipers and towels and four pillows are perfectly fine. too much if you ask me."

bucky rolls his eyes, what if they need something and they don't have it? was it so bad to be extra prepared. and yes he did pack the bags two weeks ago - so what.

"can't be too prepared if you ask me. right baby boy, can't wait to meet you. you're not gonna let me sleep huh we will be best of friends. gonna have to let mommy rest she's been so brave and strong. you got best mom in the world, trust me."

bucky lays his head on your belly and talks to his son, you're going to miss this, but you can not wait for him to just get out it's been too long and you need to sleep on your stomach soon.

you don't expect it but two days later you wake up in pain, it's nothing you've felt before and you realise it's happening.

"shit bucky wake up." you shake your husband and he doesn't even stir.

"fuck. wake up your son decided to be early and we need to go to the hospital." bucky finally wakes up and looks at you standing and dressing yourself.

"what?"

"i'm in labor get up."

bucky jumps from the bed and gets tangled up in sheets so he falls head first.

"you're in labor now!? are you sure?" you give your husband a death glare.

"am I sure? of course, i'm sure i'm literally nine months pregnant and this shit fucking hurts so hurry up."

bucky doesn't even get dressed he just puts on a shirt and helps you walk to the car and he tries to open the car door but they won't open.

"it won't open!" bucky pulls on the door.

"bucky the car keys where are the car keys?"

"fuck the car keys!" realisation hits him that he didn't even bring the car keys so he runs back to the house not without quickly kissing you and telling you he'll be back in a second.

more than five minutes pass and you think you're about to deliver a baby in front of your house then you see bucky running out.

"I got them let's go." Bucky finally puts you into the car and drives.

"breathe baby, breathe. 1...2...3..." you tell bucky who literally forgot how to breathe and blink and you don't want him to pass out while driving.

"you breathe I should be telling you this! FUCK OFF!" bucky yells at the red light, he looks at you and then the red light and repeats that until its green again.

you're counting the time between contractions and they are getting closer and closer luckly the hospital is not far.

"my wife is in labor!" bucky screams as soon as he walks into the hospital.

" hun, please don't yell." you say as calmly as you can.

"ma'am please come with me." a nurse offers the wheelchair and wheels you to the room.

"sir are you okay?" the nurse asks when she hears heavy breathing coming from your husband - his breathing is louder than yours which makes you laugh.

bucky is holding your hand trying to calm down, it's really happening.

"hate you so much." you groan and tell bucky who has finally come to his senses.

bucky realised that he can't do this panic thing right now you need him so he pushes every bit of his worry and all his attention is on you.

"i know i know. you're doing so good doll."

bucky holds your hand wipes the sweat from your face, kisses your head softly.

"congratulations! a healthy baby boy!."

bucky is pulled away to cut the cord and the little baby boy is put on your chest for skin to skin contact.

the big blue eyes look at you and you're looking at him and then at bucky.

bucky starts crying.

"you did it. he's here. he's so beautiful i love him so much. and I love you thank you."

bucky kisses your forehead and then gently his sons.

"our little star. he's really here." buckys eyes are full of tears.

"uh just so we're on the same page I win the 500 bucks?"

"doll, you literally just birth another human being and you're thinking about a bet?"

"i won though!" bucky laughs because he's the one that won the greatest prize ever - you.

"darling, i'll give you double if you go rest now."

and you do, it's not like you care about the money that much you just like to win.

[THE END]

extras

calling uncle steve:

b: yo punk you're an uncle now.

s: wait what!? now? he's here?

b: yes get ur ass to the hospital

steve almost teleports to the hospital

calling fairygodfather sam:

b: fairy godfather your presence is required

sam: *sobs* ill be there in 5 and no i'm not crying something in my eye

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[vaya-writes]

I have probably read you talk about the wrath soul mate piece already?? But my memory is very poor so please give us more info! (If you want to ^_^ )

This is the post I made about it during the ask game. But I've changed directions with it and been thinking of another iteration.

In this one, some wrath demon saves you from getting assaulted because you're his 'perfect match' and he looses his nut and kills the person doing so. It's still traumatic, but probably won't go in a non consent or dubious consent direction, unlike the original idea.

I'm trying out the piece writing about Bean from Plus Two, as my stand in wrath demon.

Fuck it we ball, here's a chunk of what I wrote today; content warnings for references to the assault and Bean's violence afterwards, not discussed for long but certainly a prominent part of the discussion:

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You wake up after having a nightmare of the assault. You were so tired last night that for the first time since staying with Bean's family, you didn’t lock the door. 

Gasping. Sniffling. Kicking off the blankets. 

Then a soft voice. “You’re safe. You’re here with me. My home. Your bed. You got out, you’re safe.” 

“Bean?” You sit upright but you can’t see him. “Where are you?” 

“On the floor, over here.” He’s sitting at the threshold of your doorway. Set on watching you, giving you company. But almost vampiric in the way he lingers outside the door frame, unable to enter without permission. But that’s stupid, that’s not how demons work.  

The pair of you are in silence for a while. You recover your breath. Dash tears. Let adrenaline leave you languid and sluggish and tired again. 

“Why are you here?” 

“I live here.” 

You both know that’s not the answer you were looking for. Not what you meant. 

He stares down at his hands, apparently abashed. “Wanted your company. Didn’t want to wake you, though.” 

You should read into that statement but you don’t know how. Don’t know anything really. Why he’s so taken with you. Why he acted the way he did at Meeting Place. Why he’s apparently obsessed with you, but extremely carefully not to invade your space. Even when he could. You’ve seen what he can do. You couldn’t do shit to stop him.  

“Why am I here?” 

There’s a long silence. He doesn’t do you the disservice of misconstruing your words again.  

Until finally- 

“Do you know what a perfect match is?” 

It takes you a moment to recall the information. “That’s like. Soulmates, but for demons, right?” 

His voice is still soft. It’s uncharacteristic, from what you know of him. 

“Kind of. One of a kind, incredibly rare, yes. But more like. I get my kicks from pain and frustration. And I get stronger when I inspire anger in others. Sometimes if people are mad enough, just being around them fills me with power. And it’s fun. It feels good, like a rush. Like eating when you didn’t realise you were hungry. Hard to explain. 

“But a perfect match? All their pain, all their anger... It’s ambrosial. The best thing we could ever taste. Nothing else like it in the world. To put it mildly.” 

His voice peters into silence. 

He’s not been the most talkative, in the time you’ve known him. Not silent, by any means. But words have been careful around you. Chosen slowly, with an air of restraint. He’s freer talking to his family, trading jabs and quips. Relaxed, even when angry.  

For him to be telling you this, it must be important. It must be- 

You straighten. Swing your legs out of bed, ready to stand at a moment’s notice. 

“No.” 

He meets your eyes. Face soft. Perhaps a little amused. A little sheepish. “Yeah.” 

“No,” you’re resolute. “No way. I’m not that-” Special? Unique?  

“You are.” He shrugs. Like he’s already come to terms with it. Like it’s not that big a deal. 

Part of you wants to panic. To slam the door in Bean’s face and climb into the ensuite shower and sit on the floor under the cold spray and wait there until you feel something other than this.  

The other part of you wants to understand. To know what’s going to happen to you. You didn’t consent to being here. It was just the next logical step after Bean got you out of PLACE. Will he let you leave? Will you be allowed to go back to your life? 

A smaller part interjects. Asks: could you go back? After everything you’ve been through?  

“So, if I stub my toe and cuss out the piece of furniture that I kicked?” 

He smiles. “Too small to register if it were anyone else. But from you? A delicious snack.” 

His gentle tone and placating smiles don’t stop you from spiralling. 

“And when I was on the ground? With that demon standing over me. Hurting. Humiliated. Terrified.” 

The smile drops and Bean stands. Grips the doorframe. “Noteworthy. Impossible for any demon to ignore. But it paled in comparison to afterwards. Watching you force out those insults. Staying upright through the pain. Seeing you kick his corpse until blood splatter covered your legs. That was-” his eyes darken. His voice drops half an octave as he picks his next words. “So much better.” 

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(immediately after this line she has the realisation of 'oh, he's going to make me worse')