#and id cover for her every time she needed it and i would die for her.

[yawarakaizai]

pmzai with an equally miserable s/o fem reader

ⵌ IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT

SENDER Reader (Fem) RECIPITENT PM Dazai Osamu (BSD) CONTENTS You sit and stare and wait for him to return to you. You've been bad and you've been good. There's nothing and no one that gives you purpose like he. NOTE reader+dazai are 17/18, implications of s/h, slight misogyny, death of parent, it's kind of angsty.. , soft couple, miserable couple, sui/cide mention+ideation COMPANY I'm Not Human At All

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Your tender heart would care for an injured bunny rescued from a bear trap.

You'd nurse the animal as best you could yet it would always die.

Your father was a hunter. He earned your living costs by selling animal hide and what meat he'd have spare after covering what you'll need. Your mother died when you were a little girl.

You were as sweet as your mother.

Your father would tell stories of how She would gaze out on the winter sky and say to Herself, "My daughter will be as snow. Gentle and graceful, yet freezing to those who demand more of what perfect she is already."

When your Mother died, they put Her in a box full of pink carnations and orchids. Surely to counteract the smell of Her decaying corpse, to display Her flesh as something beautiful before her descent under soil to where Her bones will return and fertilise what surrounds.

Rural life in Japan was not for the weak. Which you were.

You picked up what your Mother left behind.

Tending to the chickens in their coops and shearing the sheep, you'd milk the cows and free the rabbits when Father wasn't looking.

Your hands plush with baby fat would clench around your rosary every night and pray like a good girl.

By the time you reached puberty, your features resembled your Mother more than ever before. Your figure changed and as did your father.

He'd sneer at the dress that fit you perfectly just two years ago. You'd become defiant and bold, a rebellious child.

" Father, but why? "

Your protests and argumentative nature would anger him. And now, you weren't a good girl.

Shouting battles always left you sobbing into thick pillows until your throat hurt.

It was at the age of fifteen did you find out what lies beneath your thin flesh and blue pulse.

You are made of bright crimson and spite.

At sixteen, you ran away.

It was impulsive. You forgot how and what happened. You don't want to remember.

Your calves ached and your feet blistered with pain from trudging up and down hills and farms.

You are a mixture of love and loss.

Everything is a blur, and sometimes you question whether running away was the wisest thing to do.

You had collapsed the moment you stepped foot into the city.

A sad, lost soul who ran away from her father.

You had been a..

" Very bad girl. "

The voice startled you enough for you to spill the batter all over your clean white apron.

" Osamu! " You cried out in disbelief, the boy laughing hysterically. " That isn't funny, knock it off. "

In a way, Dazai reminded you of those bunnies you'd rescue in your youth. He was caught and wounded by the claws of Life. And although you may cup his cheeks into your hands and tell him 'You're alive', he had already died before you were able to cradle him to your chest.

" I told you not to wake up early, Y/N! I should have known to not mention my fondness of crêpes to you. "

You felt untamed, wild hair brush against the bare of your neck before soft lips made contact with your jawline. A soft kiss pressing into what was cold. He was grateful to have you in his sad miserable life.

And even if you two were not perfect for each other, you'd both die to watch the world burn.

" I did it on my own accord. " You lied. " You did not. " He calls your bluff like air. You huff in surrender.

Setting down the metal bowl of paste, you turn to face him. You think of the horrors that his empty, black eye must have seen. His other eye, obscured by bandages, was a mystery to you. You respected him enough to not budge him about it.

" I wished to make you something special. "

You confess, certain he already knew your intention. Your boyfriend was simply smarter than many.

" I don't need anything. Coming home to you is enough, bella. '' His hand stretches to you like death.

Your eyes were not as bright as they were when you were little. They reflected the bad girl that you've become. The one that left her sickly impoverished father in treacherous conditions alone because her feelings were hurt.

" Belladonna. "

He'd pull you back into reality when he'd notice you slipping.

" 'samu. You've barely been coming home anymore, okay? Let me do this, just this once for you. " You snaked your arms around his waist and he mirrored your action, twirling you both out of the kitchen.

Dazai was inexplicable to you. He was a man your father wouldn't like. A man your Mother would hate. A man your younger self would despise.

You willingly moved into a shared apartment with the mafia executive after a few months of living in Yokohama. It was him to have picked you up from the streets. Sensing you were worth more than the muddied appearance you showed at that time.

Your one-time use turned into a second-time use, and your second-time use blossomed like a flower in Spring. You interested him.

You both intoxicated each other. Dazai was able to make you feel light. You felt weightless and as fragile as a butterfly. Weak, small and at his mercy.

" Then don't hide yourself away from the kitchen when I'm right here, love. "

By the time your spinning head focused on what was around you again, he had toppled you both onto the living room couch. He loomed over you, fully dressed in his mafia uniform, his stupid tie obscuring your vision until he tucked it between the buttons of his revere blouse.

" What would you do if I were to die? "

" Osamu. Stop that. "

You muttered.

You feel his life. The warmth of his body, the tender flow of blood heating his body as his finger traced patterns into your cheek. Your heart keeps beating.

" Answer me, Y/N. "

You didn't enjoy thinking of your partners demise. You wouldn't mind if you were to die.

The problem was, you didn't want to be alive for your boyfriends funeral, yet you didn't wish for your boyfriend to be alive for yours.

You loved each other to the point it became hate. Hate for how the other made living seem worth it.

Dazai had an eventful life. You did not.

You had no education whatsoever. According to the government, you did not exist. You had no birth certificate. You were no one. You lived hidden in this cramped apartment.

When Dazai was away, it was only you and your thoughts. Your thoughts were a dangerous thing.

" I think I would kill myself too. "

Your voice caught up on an unexpected crack. You were puzzled until your vision became glassy.

" Pretty baby. I'm sorry. " His apology was belated as you'd already begun to sniffle, he lowered his weight on you, turning to lay on his side as he pulled you in close, coaxing you into silence.

" Don't die, 'samu. Not here, not now. " Your sad little beg mused him.

Dazai was all you had left. You were most certain that if you were to part, you would die.

With Dazai, you were still inadequate. Without Dazai, you truly were nothing but a walking corpse.

He thinks that you are something weak and soft, with a fire raging in you that cried to be extinguished before it could spread.

You hush yourself to enjoy the feeling surrounding you. You feel Dazai's ribcage rise with each steady breath he takes. The beating of a heart is somewhere far deep in, and yours is jumping in your throat.

" Not now. " He repeated after you, and part of you wished to believe it.

There was something mystical about Osamu.

Something that warned you to not feed coal to the flame.

And that if you reached your hand in, you'd burn yourself on what was forbidden.

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Arranged To Be Yours - Part 3

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Harry takes care of Sybil after what happened with James. The king talks to Sybil about her future.

James spins around, his hand still in the air holding her to the wall.

"Harry. How nice of you to join us!" He says, sarcasm evident in his voice. Harry doesn't bother trying to tell him to stop. Sybil's body begins to go limp as Harry tackles James, making him fall on the floor. Sybil falls to the ground when James shifts his focus. Harry uses his magic to pin James the same way, but on a different wall.

"You'll never touch her again." Harry says to him, panic flooding his voice. "You'll never see anything but the inside of a damn cell again." Harry teleports James away to another room in the dungeon.

Harry falls to his knees beside of Sybil's barely breathing body.

"Hey. You're safe now. I've got you." He says.

Harry picks her up and flies her upstairs to the healer's room. The woman who has done every check up on Harry. The one who was there and tried to heal his mom as her curse killed her. The one who bandaged his knees when he ran his wings into a branch and fell down. He became afraid to fly after that. But she was always there through every scrape and bruise. She was there through the hardest moments of Harry's life.

She's the only one Harry knew to go to for this.

Harry barges into the room and lays Sybil down on the table.

"Prince? What happened?" Healer Adeline asks him.

"She was choked. She began to pass out when I found her. I need you to help her please. Make sure she's okay." Harry begged. Adeline made sure to hook up her human equipment and monitor her vitals. Harry stood at the other side of the room and paced.

He couldn't live with himself if she got hurt. It would be his fault. All of it. He should have tried harder to protect her. He should have brought her upstairs into his room. Anything so she wasn't with James.

"She's going to be okay your highness." Adeline tells Harry as she places her hand on his arm to get him to stop pacing and focus on her.

"Are you sure?" Harry asks worriedly.

"Have I ever lied to you Harry?"

"No." Harry responds, remembering that she was the only one who was honest with him about his mom's condition. Everyone else told him that his mom would be fine. She would get better. Adeline told Harry the truth about her dying. She helped him through it when she did die. She's always been there.

"I do think there is something you need to see Harry." Adeline says to him. She leads him over to Sybil.

"When I was doing my initial exam, I sensed magic on her. I know she isn't one of us and that she doesn't have magic. So I removed whatever magic was covering her and this is what I found." She lifts her hands and holds them above Sybil.

Moving her hands down her body, a magic cover slowly is taken away from her skin and she is covered in bruises.

Harry gasps at the sight and turns away. Adeline puts her hand on his shoulder. "He's been hurting her this whole time and I had no idea. I had a suspicion but she never said anything." Harry felt more guilty than he ever had before. All of the guilt from her stay has all come to a head. It's all sitting in his chest, making him feel too heavy to stand.

Harry sinks into the nearest chair and looks at Sybil again. Tears stream down his face as the sleeping girl begins to bat her eyes open. She looks around and sees Harry crying.

"Are-" she begins, her throat feeling sore and hoarse, "Are you alright?" She struggles to say.

Harry's eyes widen at her. He stands up and rushes to her bedside.

"Thank goodness you're alright. I was really worried about you." Harry tells her. She continues to look around. She notices that Harry has sparkling wings behind him. She looks down at herself in the bed and sees her bruises. She feels naked with them out for everyone to see. She looks at Harry with worry. She sits up to speak to him.

"You can see them?" She asks softly. Harry nods his head.

"I wish you would have told me what was happening. I could have helped you."

" I wanted to but James said that if I told, he would hurt me worse."

"Why did you let me take James with us outside? I could see you were upset but I-*

"I couldn't say anything. His touching me and hitting me would have gotten worse. I'm sorry."

"Touching you?" Harry asks. Sybil looks down at her hands to avoid Harry's questioning eyes. She fidgets with her fingers. Harry doesn't know if he can take much more. He's already about to break.

The king walks into the room, drawing everyone's attention to him.

"Adeline, you called?" He asks, looking over us.

"Yes Your Majesty. I wanted to keep you informed." She started. The king looked over at Harry, asking him to explain.

Harry explains the situation to his dad, and tells him James is currently locked downstairs to keep him from going anywhere.

"Dad, we can't keep her downstairs anymore. She needs to be up here with us. I'll give up my room if it means she can."

"No need to give up your room completely. You guys are going to be married. You could share the room. We could get a separate bed if you'd prefer." The king says, hiding that he is upset at what happened. "She will still need protection of course.”

"Guards can be posted outside. I don't want anyone inside of our room except for us." He motions at himself, the king, and Adeline.

"Let's go discuss the details and get things set up."

"I don't want to leave her side. We can figure it out here." Harry says. Sybil's heart swells at how much he cares. A small smile paints her face. She feels guilty for making Harry feel so bad. She should never have doubted Harry's care for her.

She never should have been upset with him. She knows she is the reason he was crying. He blames himself but it's nobody's fault but James. The king looks to Adeline to ask for permission to use her room. She freely gives it, puzzled by why he felt the need to ask. "Are you okay for me to go talk to my dad for a moment? I'll be right over there." He asks Sybil.

"I'll be okay Harry. Go." She tells him. Harry walks over to the other side of the room and Adeline comes to her beside, looking over her bruises.

"I don't know that l've ever seen Harry so worried before. He used his wings to get you here." Adeline almost whispers. "He hates to fly." This causes Sybil to look over at Harry, his green sparkling wings resting behind him. They look similar to his father's, but Harry's are a lighter green that matches his eyes.

"We flew?"

"He carried you here. He was so worried about you. He's so protective over you." Adeline says. "He has such a big heart, but I think a part of it is yours."

"What do you mean?" Sybil asks her, confused.

"I've never seen him so dedicated to anyone or anything except for keeping his people safe from another war. He cares so much about everyone, but he has taken a liking to you."

"He feels bad that they kidnapped me." Sybil argues. "He feels guilty."

"I don't think that's it. Of course he feels guilty for his father's actions, but he's different somehow. I can feel it in his magic."

"You can feel it?"

"You'll find out that when you have magic, you can feel others people's. I don't know that you guys have a similar feeling. But I can feel his magic. He feels brighter. I'm sorry if that doesn't make sense."

"It doesn't, but I think I know what you're getting at." She says to her. Adeline gives her a smile.

Harry and the king walk over to her bedside as her and Adeline's conversation subsides.

"I don't think we've properly met. I'm the king. My name is Ace. And yours?"

"Dad. You shouldn't-"

"My name is Sybil." She says softly. Harry looks at her with wide eyes.

"You-"

"It's okay, Harry. I know you won't use it wrong." Sybil tells him. Harry feels anxious. He knows he wouldn't use it, but his dad would. He looks over to him.

"Harry, I'm not a monster."

"You kidnapped her, remember?" Harry reminds him. Ace looks over to Sybil.

"I'm sorry Sybil. You didn't deserve that, or anything else that James has put you through." The king says, genuinely upset. "My wife, she wouldn't be happy with me for how l've treated you if she were here." He says. There is a moment of silence for Harry's mom.

Harry can't help but to repeat her name in his head over and over. He loves her name. It's beautiful. She's beautiful.

"I wanted to tell you about why you're here, and what the plan is." The king says to her. "I know Harry has told you some, but l'd like to go over it again to make sure we cover everything."

Sybil nods at him, telling him to continue. Harry sits in his chair as the king stands in front of them.

"I have arranged you to be married to Harry. You will become a princess. We will of course have you taught what that consists of and your duties. We will also need to perform your transformation to become a faery. I will warn you that the transformation is potentially dangerous. Your intention to become one of us has to be true or you could die. Obviously we don't want you to die, but if you know that your intention to be one of us isn't true then you need to tell me soon so we can delay it or what not." The king explains as they all listen. "You don't have to make your decision now, you have time. You have until after the wedding."

Sybil sits with this information for a moment.

"I don't know anything about being a princess. Or a faery for that matter. I know you said there's classes but-"

"I promise we will teach you. And the only differences between the human that you are and the faery that you will be is wings and magic. Everyone has their own preferences on flying and using magic, but you'll have basic magic. If you choose to advance it, we have people who can teach you. It's a long process, but I believe it's worth it." Ace tells her. "Do you have any questions?"

“Will I stop being treated like a prisoner? I think if I’m going to be your princess then I don’t need to be locked away. I’m not going to go anywhere.”

The king sighs at his treatment of her again. He needs her to stay here for his plan, but knows how horribly he has treated her.

“You won’t be locked away, but I’d prefer you to stay near Harry or the guards for now for your protection.”

“So I can go to the kingdom?”

“I’d personally suggest you waiting until after the wedding, but if you do decide to go out, Harry and a guard need to be with you. Harry can help you around and converse but even Harry has to take a guard with him when he goes out. It’s for safety.” Ace replies to her. She takes this in for a moment before asking her next question.

"When is the wedding?" She asks. Harry looks over at her.

"It hasn't been scheduled yet, but I would say very soon." The king tells her. She nods her head at him. "Harry and I will talk soon about everything you guys would like, so discuss that amongst yourselves." He says. With that, he turns and goes to Adeline to talk. Harry turns his chair to face Sybil.

"Sybil. It's nice to finally meet you." Harry says to her. "You have a really beautiful name." Sybil remembers what Adeline said earlier.

"Thank you." She says to him, a smile painted on her face from his comment. "Am I staying here tonight?"

"No. I'm going to take you to my room, if that's okay with you?" He asks politely. "I don't think Adeline would want us to take her room all day and night. And it's going to be your room soon too I guess."

"Yeah. That's fine. And I don't mind sharing. We basically spend most of the day together anyways." Sybil answers. Harry walks to Adeline and his dad and confirms that she is okay. He walks back over and begins to unhook her from the machines that tracked her vitals.

"Are you good to walk?" He asks her.

"Don't want to fly again?" Sybil smiles. "You still have your wings out."

"I've had them hidden for a while. I don't like to fly, but it does feel nice to have them stretched out for a bit." Harry says as he offers Sybil his hand to get up. She takes it while she stands up, and then lets go. Harry leads her down the hallway. He reaches his familiar set of double doors. Sybil looks around in awe. When the doors are opened by Harry, her eyes widen.

It's a huge room. A king sized bed sits in the middle with nightstands on each end. There's a desk with papers piled onto it. Many bookshelves line the walls. There's a small table with chairs.

Harry leads Sybil over to the bed and pats it for her to sit down. She looks over and observes Harry's nightstand. It's has a small orb placed on a stand that's gives off a small amount of light.

Besides of that is a small note, torn and frayed at the edges. I love you my little prince. -Mom.

Harry sees Sybil looking around his bedroom. Her eyes catch on his note from his mom. He looks back up at her as she continues to look at the objects in the room. He can't help but notice how beautiful she looks in the light of the room. Her room wasn't necessarily dark, but it wasn't as well lit as his room.

Sybil picks up the light orb from its stand and rolls the small ball in her hand. The way the light dances on her skin only makes Harry think she's more beautiful than before.

Harry knows they are going to be married because of his father, but he can't help but feel some kind of pull towards her anyways. He's wanted to be there for her since day one. Of course he feels bad for how everything has happened, especially since Sybil slipped up and said that James had touched her, but he can't help but want to be with her. The fact that she has been hiding injuries for this long really makes him upset, but his mood changes when she looks over at him with a smile.

"Now, this one doesn't look edible." She says with the smile that brightens Harry's mood.

"It most definitely is not." He chuckles as she puts it back on the stand. "Are you hungry?" Harry asks her. She nods her head. "I'll get something for us.

You're more than welcome to make yourself comfortable in the bed or wherever you want to." He offers her before walking out of the room.

Sybil climbs onto the soft mattress and flops herself backwards onto the pillows. The smell of Harry drowns her as she lays in what might be the comfiest bed she's ever touched in her life. She didn't know she would like it so much. Sunlight glows through the windows and covers the wooden floor, reflecting off of the yellow walls.

The view outside is beautiful. It's woods for a while, but then you can see houses on the edge of the horizon. That must be their kingdom. Her soon to be kingdom. How in the world did she end up here?

Harry walks back in with lunch on a cart. He sees her snuggled up in his bed and can't take his eyes off of the beautiful sight in front of him. She's laying on her back, the comforter pulled up to her chin, he head surrounded by his pillows. He wishes in this moment he knew of some kind of magic to remember this moment forever.

Sybil sits up in bed and looks at Harry.

"Why is your face so red? Did you run to get lunch?" She asks with a laugh. Harry laughs too, mentally begging the blush to subside.

"Yeah. Thought you'd be starving." He lies.

"I've went longer without eating. Remember?"

"You're not allowed to do that again. Had me worried."

"I'm sorry." She says and Harry instantly feels bad.

He rolls the cart to her beside but doesn't grab his plate.

"No reason to be sorry. I just don't want you to feel unsafe like that again. I'm the one who should be apologizing."

"Why?"

"I could have fought harder for you. My cowardice caused your injuries. I should have-"

"That's enough Harry. I'm just glad it's over. I'm sorry for being so harsh with you yesterday. I was upset with James and my situation. I took it out on you. I know you have to do what you're told. That's not your fault." She says softly to him. "I know this situation isn't what we wanted, but we can make all of it work."

"You really think so? You don't miss back home?"

"I miss technology, but other than that, no. I had nothing there for me."

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't have any friends. I didn't have any family. I hated my job. I would have gladly jumped through a portal to a magical world. Sucks they did it the way that they did, but there's nothing I can do to change that."

"You really would have came here?"

"Who would miss me?" She says and silence fills the room. She reaches for her plate and begins to eat. Harry sits there for a moment.

"Harry. It's okay. Don’t worry about it. I’m here now." Sybil tells him. She grabs his plate and puts it in front of him. Harry takes it from her and begins to eat.

They quickly clean their plates and Harry takes them out. Harry finds Sybil buried in the blankets again. He walks up to the side of his bed and gives her a smile.

"Do you mind if I lay down too?" He asks her. She nods her head and moves to the other side to give him enough room. Harry's wings seem to vanish as he puts them away. He lays down on his side and faces Sybil. "You didn't have to move."

"It's okay. I was laying in the middle of the bed. You didn't have any room."

"You'll have a bed in here before the end of the day."

"You didn't need to do that. I don't mind sharing. You basically used to watch me sleep. You've kept me safe." She said until it dawned on her that he might not want the same thing. "I just assumed that you'd be okay with it too. I didn't mean to try and pressure you. A second bed is fine."

"It's honestly up to you. I don't mind. We seem to be doing alright at the moment." He says, his hand motioning to them already being in the same bed.

"I didn't mean to pressure you-"

"You didn't. I promise that it's okay." Harry says. Sybil nods at him.

"Okay. We don't need another bed then." She says and Harry's heart flutters.

Harry is sure that this feeling is what it is like to like someone. Why else would he be excited? It makes him anxious at the same time because she might not feel the same way as him. She might like this world and what it has to offer, but she might not like being forced into royalty. She might not like Harry at all.

After Harry's mild anxiety spell, he looks over to Sybil to begin speaking again, but sees her with her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open. He can't help but to smile at the sight of her.

She wakes up right as the sun begins to set, missing dinner completely. Sybil stretches before opening her eyes to see Harry at his desk. She takes a moment to look over him and admire him before alerting him that she is awake.

Her dream consumes her thoughts. That's how she sees Harry before a few blinks show him as he is. In her dream, he was dressed up formally. She was too. It was her wedding to him. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. Everything quickly went wrong when it came to kiss him. She has never kissed anyone before, so when she kissed him he laughed at her in front of everyone. It was awful, filling her with this new anxiety. This anxiety that would never go away.

She never thought about kissing Harry before then. She never thought about Harry as more than someone who was taking care of her because they were getting married, but now it's different. Adeline mentioned him liking her, and now this.

Laying in the same bed as him made her feel at peace. James is gone. Harry locked him away. She's able to sleep and eat. She's able to relax and start enjoying things in this new life. She can enjoy getting to navigate this life with Harry. He doesn't seem like he would be too bad to be married to. Adeline seems to think he's already in love with her.

Sybil did a loud yawn on purpose to let Harry know she was awake. Harry turns his paper over and turns around to face her.

"Hey. I was just writing out some wedding plans. Do you want to help?" Harry asks politely. She nods and climbs out of bed and pads over to beside of Harry. She rests her hand on his shoulder and Harry freezes momentarily, his heart racing at her touch. He flips the paper back over and lets her look at it. Sybil can read most of it except for the symbols. Most of the paper is blank. It's subjects that need to be filled. Flowers. Colors. Foods. Typical wedding stuff.

"What are the symbols?"

"That's our traditional writing. I prefer that writing to yours, but I did my best to write what I needed some input on. It’s going to get busy soon with all of the planning, so I thought I’d try to get a head start."

"Well, what does it say?" She asks, curious as to what Harry has figured out himself.

"It's just the order of events. First everyone's going to get seated. Then we walk the aisle. When we reach the altar, that's when normally a magic swap would start, but because you don't have magic I will-“

"What is a magic swap?"

"Traditionally, you would have magic. We would take a piece of each other's magic and crystallize it. We would wear it as some form of jewelry. I prefer necklaces but I know humans have the traditions of rings, but it's whatever you prefer. I'd be willing to do it twice if you want a ring and a necklace or something else. Anyways, you don't have magic, so you will have to wait to give me a piece of yours."

"Is that... painful?"

"No of course not. It's very emotional. It's a full dedication to another person. To give a literal piece of their unique magic and aura is sentimental. It's not to be taken lightly."

"If it's so serious, won't your people be upset that I can't give that to you?"

"We will tell them that you're human now, and can give that later after your transformation." He says so casually. "I do need to know what kind of jewelry you want though. You can take your time to decide."

"You'd actually give up a piece of your magic for me?" She asks seriously. "That's a big deal, like you said. It's not to be taken lightly. You'd really do that?"

"Of course. You're part of my life now. You're going to be my wife. I'm dedicated to you for as long as I'm alive." He says. Sybil feels emotional.

They barely know each other, but he's so very serious about her. He's ready for this, and here she is being nervous about a kiss. She's going to be fine. He's so calm and relaxed about it.

In reality, Harry is nervous too. He has no problem dedicating his life to her, but he's nervous she can't match his feelings for her. He doesn't want her to be miserable. He doesn't want her to hate him because she has to marry him. He wants her to enjoy this life.

After a moment of silence and some time to think, she breaks the silence to ask about the jewelry.

"What is the traditional jewelry here? I don't want to break any customs you guys have."

"There isn't necessarily a traditional jewelry type. Just the swap of crystals is traditional." Harry informs.

"I really like rings, but I feel like since it's a crystal, a necklace would make more sense."

"Okay. You can always change your mind." Harry reminds her. "Do you have a color theme or anything specific you want for the wedding? I don't want it to all be my traditions. You can bring human traditions as well."

"Well, different cultures have different traditions, but where I'm from, it sounds similar. We walk the aisle. We make verbal vows. Then there is the exchange of rings. Then the kiss. Then a party."

"A kiss?"

"Yeah. Usually after you say your vows and exchange your rings, you kiss and everyone celebrates.”

"Do you want to kiss?" Harry asks and Sybil can't help but to chuckle. That small laugh makes Harry nervous.

"I've been really nervous about kissing. I just had a dream about it actually." She admits and that flips Harry's mood.

"You dream about me, love?" He says flattered.

"To be fair, I am about to be your wife. We are literally planning a wedding. It's a bit overwhelming."

"We don't have to kiss unless you want to." Harry says, not forgetting her situation.

"Can I be honest?"

"I'd be offended if you weren't."

"I've never seriously kissed anybody. The only kiss l ever had was in the sixth grade and it was an awful prank and-"

"I haven't either." Harry admits to her and some of the anxiety in her chest eases. She's not alone. "So you don't have to be nervous."

"I don't want my first kiss to be something so public. Everyone would watch me and see how bad it is and-"

"We don't have to kiss in front of everyone. Or if you absolutely want to kiss at the wedding, we could try a kiss here. That way your first wouldn't be in front of all of the people." Harry suggests anxiously. He likes her and he just offered to kiss her. Her first kiss. His first kiss.

Sybil looks at him with wide eyes. "You'd want to kiss me here? Not just for the wedding?" She says surprised.

"It's like I said earlier. I'm dedicated to you for the rest of my life." Harry reminds her. "I like you. You know. I thought it was obvious.”

"Not to me. I thought you just felt bad for me.”

"I do. Everything up to this point has been awful for you. I feel terrible for that. But I like you Sybil. And I want to kiss you, if you want to kiss me too." Harry confesses. His heart is going to explode out of his chest. He wasn't expecting to do this today. Not here and now. He was just expecting to wedding plan with her.

Sybil feels dizzy with Harry's confession. It makes everything so much clearer. The things he's said, the things he's done. Sybil can't help but to feel so lucky that Harry is who he is. She can't help but want to kiss him.

Sybil leans down to Harry and places her lips on his. Their eyes close as they each savor the other's soft lips. A small moan escapes her as the kiss continues. Harry pulls Sybil's body closer, her standing directly in front of him now. Sybil follows his movements, having a hard time believing this is his first kiss. Harry's hand rests on her cheek and hers finds the curls of hair at the nape of his neck.

The kiss finally breaks, having to come up for air.

Harry instinctively licks his lips, savoring any taste of her that she may have left behind. Sybil can't help but to touch her lips with her fingers, feeling the tingle from their kiss.

Both of them are speechless and breathless. All they can do is look each other in the eye and try to catch their breath.

"Was it bad?" Sybil managed to ask.

"Not at all. You have nothing to worry about." Harry assures her with a smile. Sybil's anxiety completely disappears. Her entire view of Harry has changed. Something about the kiss made her feel things she has never felt before. Maybe Adeline was right. Maybe there’s something more to this.

Masterlist Series Part 2 Part 4

Taglist: @jerseygirlinca @maudie-duan

[swmmi-kti]

Lay Me Down For One Last Time

Sanemi Shinazugawa X Fem reader

TW: Angst, Sanemi doesnt live fellow queens sorry

Dni/Dnf

You had known since you had met Sanemi That he was doomed to die eventually. As tragic as it seemed and how he explained all he did you never fully could fathom believing it. You Were a former kakushi and truly you had never thought you'd ever come close to being near a hashira. And yet....

Yet both of you lost a lot and gained so much. A Family and the loss of loved ones. You could remember it clear as day. Coming in with the rest of everyone to say goodbye to your life that you had grown to enjoy. Shedding the face covering as you stare at the pile of clothes , Staring intensely that it caught attention.

"Thinking" A gruff and almost horse voice says and it makes you startle as you turn. White hair and bandages. all you could see beside the dark contrast of purple eyes staring deep into your soul.

"oh...yeah haha...i guess i just never thought id live to i guess live the day i never have to work as a kakushi...gosh does that makes sense" You say rubbing your neck as your hair clings to your forehead covered in sweat from the heat

"ah yes. I never thought i'd actually live to see the day that we defeat Muzan" He says in that same almost pained voice as he tries to sit down beside you. You hear the tell signs of bones aching and look at him a bit surprised he's even sitting next to you

"Guess life is funny like that huh?"

You could not recall ever stopping the chatter with him. From that day onward it was like a comfort routine to hold onto a sense of normalcy. To see him recover to know all he's done. In a way to be acknowledged for all you did on the sidelines.

You could never deny your admiration for the Hashira, Truly you were saddened by the fact only three Pillars had survived, yet two doomed to die so young.

When you fell for Sanemi you could never recall. Especially how he had seemed to have mellowed out over the time he had to relax How his tired eyes still crinkle when he smiles. Perhaps is how every moment he gets he takes time to say the names of every fallen loved one he lost.

Genya, You had heard that name countless of times. How he got the tiniest bit of tears in his waterline as he spaced out. Those moments were bad. Often holding his hand to ground him, letting him have the time he needs to come back from the shell shock he had undergone for years. possibly even more.

You remember how he held your hand in those moments squeezing tight enough to hurt but always kissing your knuckles when they ended up hurt by his big hand.

How he let his cheek rest on the back of your hand. How he whispered soft 'sorry's

Oh how your heart yearned for his.

"Before Miss Amane had... well She had warned if I made my Mark appear my life would be shortened significantly"

You nod at him as you lean just a bit closer to him "how old would you be?"

He remains quiet far too long for your own comfort "I love you" He says almost like a whisper.

You can feel the wind around you picking up. Sanemi saw the twinkle of your eyes as you let out just a small gasp but not too startled as you lean closer to him

You knew then what he meant....not long at all

"I Mean it Y/n. I Truly to love you, I Guess i never saw myself having anything to my life but fighting demons, Now that i dont have to worry about life and death i want more." He says looking at you and you let yourself be sweet talked. He made your heart swell with adoration

You can feel his hand on your cheek as you rest gently on it. sighing as you look at him to continue

"I realize i want a wife. I want someone by my remaining side. Even have a kid if i can. I know i wasted my time here constantly fighting every day and never thinking of anything else but.."

"Dont ever say you wasted your time here Sanemi! You fought for the betterment of mankind and for that you must never say you wasted it!" Your voice is hard, much line a mother scolding her kid

"oh how my heart yearns for you And I have never loved anyone else but Gods do I love you...I love you. Need you so badly and want you so desperately it makes me furious you aren't mine. I want you there during my mornings and there on my painful nights. Lay me down my tomb so long as it's your soft hands doing so"

You remember the first kiss. the feeling of his lips on yours. When he held your face so softly it made your heart flutter even more, recall the way his hands grace your hair and you cant help but feel your heart flutter even now thinking about it.

The simplicity of love is so magical and so delicate, Thinking about it all makes you forget the impending feeling of sorrow that has followed you for the last year.

And Why should you? Why does it follow you. You've just had your first born no less than four months ago now, his little fingers curled around his father's large index finger too. Tiny thumb being sucked as Sanemi looks at you.

"Sanemi, i believe our Efforts have paid off" You say as your hands find your plate to sit down and eat next to your husband

Remembering the love he has for you as you sit and wait for him to raise his head "What efforts?"

"Well You know Having a kid and such" You try to play off. as you take your chopsticks in hand to eat, hearing the tell tale signs of choking and wood splintering

You try to stifle a laugh as you see him recover almost splashing his face with the water he downs as he turns to you with eyes as large as disks " Are you? Are you implying?"

"oh i'm not implying my dear, i'm telling you a fact here we will have a small little one in a few months time if everything goes to plan of course" You reply as you can feel his arms wrap around your waist. ignoring the rest of his meal as he lays on your lap and brings an ear onto your stomach

Your hand raking his hair as you hum while you eat. It seemed that finally you will have more to Sanemi than himself. and for once you couldn't wait.

But that was then and this is now. You knew about the curse, you knew about it and the world is so cruel. Not only to know you will lose Sanemi. But To have made it near impossible to conceive for two years and finally when you do it leaves only a few months for Sanemi to be a father.

Only so long for your child to be held in his father's embrace. So little time so cruel. It Made you cry at night when you slept close to them. When you say Sanemi's hand reach out to your child's tiny hand, when Sanemi kept his hand on his tiny chest to ensure he is breathing.

You cry because you know your child will never know Sanemi and Sanemi will only get to enjoy the toddler phase. Only get to enjoy the tiny moments and never get to experience him growing. Never see him walk, talk lose his first tooth.

The Day draws closer and you are so afraid of it ever approaching, and yet you try to enjoy it.

Try to enjoy the Remaining days as you see Sanemi blow raspberries into his tiny tummy, Watching Sanemi change his clothes and nappies and fed him when he could.

You knew why and it hurt your heart so, Constantly holding to him and you watch intently and try to gain as much affection from him as you possibly could.

From morning to night you watched as Sanemi enjoyed your little tot

And until you lay down your babe you lay your head on his shoulder "....are you scared?"

He stays quiet as his finger traces your son's chubby cheeks. "No, i enjoyed my time here, i served a good life, have an amazing wife and a child"

You nod as you hold his hand "you'll wait for me on the other side right?" asking carefully as you look at him

"You never even have to ask. For you i will wait forever and a day should you want to keep me waiting haha" Seeing him laugh as he looks at you makes you realize You really did have the nicest Husband in all the world.

"You know.... it's unfair our little Genya won't even know you" You say as you lay next to him as your hand remains on his chest. He chuckles as he looks at the ceiling before back to you

"I guess Both my Genya's never had the greatest Sanemi huh?"

"I wouldn't say that" You laugh as you kiss his forehead. Watching his eyes close and begin to sleep. Your hand remains on his chest and you watch intensely as the time ticks by

Each breath is slower than the last, and you gulp down the lump on your throat as you feel the half of your heart leave. The Half you will never have again.

Sanemi Shinazugawa was a great swordsman. A Great honorable man, A Great brother A great husband an Amazing Father...But Most importantly he is a great story

[allbeforee]

Words from a Palestinian (Eman Basher)

Translation of this tweet.

ID and plain text broken up version below

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Let me tell a few things clearly and in Arabic: Regardless of October 7th incidents, Israel has constantly been bombing Gaza. I work at a school affiliated with the UNRWA near the borders. We're always asked to wear loose clothing to help us escape in the event of bombing. More than half of the female students in the class, not only have martyr relatives, they also witnessed the death of martyrs before their eyes.

Meaning, more than three-quarters of the students in my school have psychological trauma. More than once we fled from school under random bombing. More than once we hide in our classes and sit on the floor (like the CNN broadcaster), but this time I have 40 students in the class and I am charged with protecting them, and I cannot even protect myself.

Many times we would go back to school when we were not in a state of war, and we would find a girl who had been martyred, or in the hospital seriously injured because a soldier on the border had targeted her while she was in her home.

The residents of Beit Hanoun, all of their agricultural land, which is their livelihood, is on the border. Go and ask them about the tragedies they experience day in and day out. How many times have their crops been burned? How many times have they been targeted while they were farming safely?

Before October 7th, Israel constantly assaulted women on their way to prayers in Jerusalem, preventing them from reaching Al-Aqsa Mosque for days. Celebrations are held in vain and repeatedly, and they chant racist slogans to provoke the Palestinian people of Jerusalem.

Gazans need a permit to enter the West Bank, which is often denied (for education, work, treatment, all the same, forbidden).

On a personal note, I am 32 years old and have never visited Jerusalem or the rest of the cities of Palestine. Patients with serious medical conditions that require a transfer to the West Bank die while waiting for the approval of the transfer.

Checkpoints are widespread in the West Bank on every street, to the point that you take 2 hours to reach a place that you can normally reach in 15 mins because you have to stop and wait many times. Israel arrests men, women, and children, imprisons them without charge or trial, abuses them, and tortures them in prisons without supervision. If it releases them in deals - something that happens once in a lifetime - it exiles them to another city far from their family, that if it doesn't take them captive again!

Settlers occupy houses in the West Bank, steal them and live in them (just like that, imagine!), and the Palestinian who yesterday was still sleeping in this house is expelled under the cover of the occupation government. Even the Palestinians inside Israel, who are supposed to have Israeli identity cards, were not spared. They are treated as second-class citizens and are considered a minority.

They are prevented from many jobs. Armed Israeli gangs constantly assault them in the streets and in their homes. They are killed without any accountability. Rather, their killing is encouraged because they are causing a crisis for the occupying state.

In Gaza, if you order something online, it will take a year and we will be answered verbatim "it's up to the mood of the Israeli soldier working at the crossing". Three-quarters of the items Israel considers to be dual-use and refuses to enter the Gaza Strip, the most important of which is reinforced iron, which can be used in building shelters to protect civilians in wars.

I once ordered diving goggles, and they were returned because they were classified as dual use. Everything entering the sector is subject to inspection. Israel rations the Gaza Strip's food supplies so that the food that enters is not enough for a single person. It updates its data after each war to account for the sector's decrease in population due to martyrdom (articles are widespread and numerous, for example how it rations the entry of chocolate into the sector according to its own specific calculation).

Fishermen are hunted at sea and they're falsely accused of getting close to the border. The fishing area keeps shrinking that they now have a tiny area from which they can make a living.

This is just the tip of the iceberg of the occupation's practices against the Palestinians in general and Gaza in particular.

Israel did not need October 7th except to inflame people's feelings, remind them of the Jewish tragedy, and wipe out the Gaza Strip, with the world giving it the green light. If October 7th hadn't happened, Israel would have bombed the Gaza Strip and said that a Gazan dog walked near the border and denied the Holocaust.

Resistance, tunnels, return marches, and demonstrations are all forms of oppressed people trying to defend themselves. Whether they succeed or fail, they are all attempts to say that we died with dignity, and at least we tried not to let them kill us while they were happy. As Naseer said, "If it were not for the resistance, your mother would've been washing an Israeli soldier's feet in a basin right now."

The occupation is not the enemy of the resistance itself. The occupation is my enemy, the enemy of my students, the enemy of my children, the enemy of my family members, and the enemy of my people. If God allowed us to live, I would like to let my children and students grow up cursing Israel. The battle is not over yet. This is not a post of justification, I don't have to justify to the world why we resist.

This is for some of my people who seem to believe the occupation's repeated narrative that its goal is to eliminate Hamas. And to remind them that in the past there was no Hamas, but your grandfather and grandmother were still killed. My son and your son are not Hamas, but my son and your son are still being killed.

End ID

[babiebom]

Ranking Nerdy Prudes Must Die songs

A/N: because I need something to post and I’ve been obsessed since the musical came out. Also merry Christmas and happy holidays!! Also PLEASE DONT HATE ME

Tw:some sexual mentions, cursing, lyrics might be wrong bc I’m going off the top of my head, mentions of murder etc

Wc: idk it’s headcanons so like 3 points for each song

Misc Masterlist

15)The Best of You

I just don’t listen to this as much as I listen to the other songs

Like it’s not bad

I just don’t really listen to it

It sounds like a high school musical song and the child in me loves it

14)If I Loved You

Idk y but the first time I watched this song made me uncomfy

Well not the whole song literally just the “don’t need lover boy need lover man” part even though Mariah KILLS it idk what it is about that part

But also their voices are immaculate

like Actually I love their voices so much

And the song itself is VERY good

Again I just don’t listen to it as often as the others

OH BABE ID LET YOU KNOW

PERIOD

I also really love the chaos that would be watching two people do this in a cafe

Like how they’re standing at the door like “you leave” “no you leave” actually funny.

13)Cool as I Think I Am(Reprise)

SADGE

I DONT LIKE SADGE

But also they again kill this Mariah and Joey are top tier

The whole “you’re not as cool as you think you are” “you’re as smart as I know you are”

To the “IF I LOVED YOU I WOULD SHOW IT”

IMMACULATE

Would be higher up if I listened to it more often but alas like the ones before this I just don’t listen to it enough.

12)Just For Once

Tbh this is only this high up because of the iconic parts that I listen to over and over

Like I think the only time I listened to the whole song was while watching the musical in its entirety

I literally only listen to VERY specific parts of this song

I’m gonna skip around some of the lyrics but y’all know the parts

The “I wasn’t upset about the attention I ensnared JUDGE ME”

“It fucking worked, I’m fucking here, he’s fucking her, I’m disappointed”

“Should I let the coals burn out? JUST FOR OOOOOOONCE” LAUREN LOPEZ IS A GODDESS PLS

“The other day the Johnson’s borrowed my tap shoes. I used to dance”

Like actually makes my heart clench

Like I’m 23 and this song makes me feel like it’s too late to do what I want because there’s all these things I used to do when I was younger and now I’m just….living but not really.

11)The Summoning

THE CHAOS

HELLO FWENDY-WENDS

Out OF THE DEPTHS OF HELL AND BACK

I LOVE THIS SONG

Stephanie yum yum

I love the lords in black (especially because they’re so colorful)

Also the beginning of this song is iconic

Literally their chanting and voices are so good.

Honestly if they remade this musical into a movie with all sorts of cgi I feel like this would be a VERY CHAOTIC PART

I love it

Also I think I just love when it’s a bunch of noise that allows me not to think

Which is what this song is when they’re singing the repetitive parts

And I know people hate the repetitive parts but I love them

Like so good

10)High School is Killing Me

Again don’t listen to this as much as I should

But I should mention that I listen to this at least once a day so we see how much I listen to the songs after this one

IM DEAD!!

I’m scared someone comes for ME I’m unprepared

Jon and Lauren sound so good here and I honestly think this was the perfect way to open a musical

Like yeah it’s a little spoiler but it’s so GOOD

It’s hell on earth you know? I’m tweeting all about it!

The way Angela covers her mouth every time they curse is funny

AND the part where they’re like “is god the one giving the test” and Angela (Grace) is in the middle with the light shining down on her is imagery I love

Like idk why people aren’t mentioning that she’s literally a Christian and is highlighted in that part.

Stephanie was up late last night and couldn’t study bc she was arguing about the homophobic dog

Also crypto?

Also I think this song perfectly embodies what it’s like to be in high school?

Like it was killing me and I swore that I wouldn’t miss it after I graduated, and that I would always hate high school and that idk how I survived it

But now as an adult I’m like damn while I hated going to school it was something about those days that I miss so much. And I only graduated 5 years ago.

09)Bully the Bully

BE COOL BEANS

Keep the beans cool

Bean school

Also I think we’re starting to show that I have a very special place in my heart for Angela

I love how she performs and portrays characters

Also the fact that they’re just singing about bullying the bully for all sorts of different reasons is funny to me

Petey gonna jump on out ✋😐🤚

Jäeger gonna Jäger out 🤘🤪🤘

Also actually was a funny plan that probably wouldn’t work irl but would be funny to watch on a school fight page

Also the fact that Max says that it’s the nicest thing anyone has done for him

08)Bury The Bully

Oh no 😥 she’s snapping again 😟

Please let this be a normal field trip

Give off same vibes

Also I love the layers in the song

Mariah does a good job

HACK ALL HIS LIMBS OFF (did you say hack all his limbs off?) YEAH!

Also very funny

Like Grace’s descent into madness is entertaining

RUTH IS GONNA CUT OFF HIS NIPS

Also shows how stupid they are because they literally could’ve said that it was an accident

It’s literally 5 of them

Just be like yeah we brought him here to scare him and his stupid ass decided to stand on top of some old ass wood and it cracked under him and he died.

But no listening to Grace they become criminals.

No one is gonna make Ruth their bitch

“Do you wanna get the fullest ride? Then start CUTTIN RIGHT ABOVE THE THIGH!”

07)Cool as I Think I Am

Song that shows up throughout the musical

Like it’s in almost every single song if you listen closely to the background

And honestly it’s so good

Because it makes me feel something inside

Like it plays as Richie dies

As Pete and Stephanie realize that she’s gonna have to kill him

At the very end in dirty dudes must die

It’s just an iconic song

Also Joey’s voice is AMAZING

“If I could finally break the rules I would know that IM NOT A LOSER”

Of HIS WORLD HE IS THE RULER

He’s as cool as she thinks he is and she’s as smart as he thinks she is

It’s so cute

Like it’s inspiring in a way

And it’s like he’s finding himself.

LOVE IT

OHHHHHHH SHUT UP-Max

06)Go Go NightHawks

ITS LIKE THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL YEAH

N

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AHH AHH 🦅🦅

FIGHT 🥊💥

Fuck YOU CLIVESDALE GO GET FUCKED

YOU FUCKING LOSERS

I literally just love this song and that’s why it’s high

Like literally no other reason other than this song gets me crunk

I wanna whoop clivesdales asses

Bitch ass hoes

Like I did not like my own school rallies this much

But I would love to aten one of these football games

05)Hatchet Town

He is Dan Reynolds with Action News

WHOS SWINGING THE HATCHET NOW?

I think her name is Bryce I am not sure

But the pretty woman who sings the slow part

So beautiful and her voice is literally out of this world

“I REMEMBER BEFORE THE LOCKDOWN THE SUN WAS SHINING ON OUT TOWN AND OUT KIDS COULD WALK THE STREETS”

Literally I was blown away when I heard this part

And I honestly just really like this song

Like it perfectly portrays how people act when anything happens

Like shifting the blame and causing hysteria when all you really need to do is be vigilant and listen to what the professionals are saying

But then also the people in charge don’t know what they’re doing so it’s like WTF do we do

“YEAH ITS GOT TO BE DONNA”

It’s a chaos song that depicts people properly

I feel like most of their songs depict people pretty well.

Like yeah it’s exaggerated but it’s accurate as well.

I also like dancing around to this song like I’m being sneaky and gossipy

“Someone’s got their hands on the hatchet handle” 🕵️‍♀️🕵️‍♀️

04)Literal Monster

I LOVE THIS SONG

The only reason it’s not higher is because I listen to the other songs more

But OH MY GOD

everyone’s vocals immaculate

The dancing?

Amazing

Like actually literal monster is so good

“HE ROARS AND WE CRY HES THE REASON WE RUN AND HIDE”

Is her name Kim? I think this is Kim

I LOVE HER VOICE

Also everything about this song is just like YES this is how you do a musical

Also I think the guy who plays Max is named Will?

This is my first time ever hearing him sing and actually it’s so good

He’s the goofiest bully to exist like HUH

His little dancie dance is so funny

He’s like a Fortnite character

He doesn’t need anyone to tell him high school will be his peak

Also his obsession with Grace is so funny and comes out of nowhere.

And the fact that he hates nerds like her but somehow wants to smash even though there are more than enough people who are probably willing makes me think he genuinely likes her but would never admit it.

He’s a literal monster (lmao rip bozo)

03)Dirty Dudes Must Die

BROTHER

When I tell you I am obsessed

I mean I am literally listening to this song like a dozen times a day

And I sing it at the top of my lungs

I’m actually in love with this song

The only reason it’s not number one is that I like the vocals of the other songs better

“WHO WILL PRAY FOR YOU WHEN YOUR BODYS GONE? THIS IS THE CONSEQUENCE FOR WHAT YOUVE DONE”

Like YES

“ARE YOU HARD BC YOURE STRESSED?” (What?) “OR IS THIS A POWER I NOW POSESS?!”

Like yes girl use your haunted poosay to kill everyone YES

Like actually her arc is so good to me even though it’s like not what you’d expect/think would happen

Like you would be like oh Christian girl has sex and realizes that it’s not that bad and that she doesn’t have to be a radical religious person

But instead she’s like yeah okay I’m gonna use my new evil powers for GOD and now no one is gonna stop me

She goes from crazy to crazier and I love it

Angela is the love of my life

Like actually she makes me wanna act

And also be absolutely insane but that’s a different topic

Good song gets me hype.

02)Dirty Girl

YESSSJSJAKWOWKNSKWLA

I know this song makes people uncomfy

But I am a horny girl and this song literally gave me whiplash when I first watched like

GIRL ME TOO

Their vocals and just the song itself is so good

Like her struggle with staying true to her religion and herself but also now feeling lust and want for someone that she previously never would’ve thought about before

And it does prove that Max is right about Grace being kinky af because as we see her descent into madness the things that she’s into are things that I know Christian people would be horrified at

Like when they bring him to the Waylon house and he’s aggressive and she’s like OH YEAH THIS IS GOOD

This song is just like look at her try to deny what she’s feeling and look at her struggle with something that many other people religious or not struggle with and look at how badly she handles it

Like if her parents would’ve handled this better Max would not have died

She is hungry for more and now her judgement is all cloudy because of ONE BOY

Everything could’ve been avoided if she was raised to believe that lusting is okay, feeling those feelings is okay

You don’t have to act on them but LORD they aren’t something that is wrong to feel.

It just makes it worse when you try to suppress things

But alas she lives in a no moan household.

01)Nerdy Prudes Must Die

IM SO SORRY RICHIE BUT THIS SONG IS ICONIC

Literally the name of the musical

And rightfully the best song

Jon’s acting and voice is AMAZING

Will sounds amazing

Like actually I could not stop repeating the “will you pray for me, when I’m gone?” Part for WEEKS

Like I’m still singing it to myself

It’s so good

IM NOT A LOSER

Like brother how he just sings that part is like OH MY GOD

Like everything about this song is good

And the fact that Max is like Yeah I couldnt care less how you actively dismembered me and defiled my body(his nipples) and buried him in an abandoned old house.

Like everything about this song is also tragic

Because everyone is celebrating his disappearance

And at this point I feel like he has to have seen that they’re celebrating.

And he was so close to changing

We see that he’s an asshole because of his family life which is tragically the reality of a lot of bullies and hurt people in general

So to have him on the brink of maybe changing and then dying and being dismembered and buried in a place no one knows he’s buried in

Is so sad in a way

Like we don’t even get to see if he would have changed because he does

And when he comes back as a literal monster he’s hurt and angry and wants revenge on the people and people like the people that got him killed even if it was an accident.

This musical is genuinely so good UGH

[sleepy-achilles]

This song is so them all coded it's unbelievable.

The Black cats and their white cats.

The German shepherd's and their golden retrievers.

Drew refused to give up on Leon. He believed so strongly the man only saw him as a friend. It wasn't until he caught up on the program after he was knocked out by the bloodline to see that murderous look on Leon's face as he destroys the entire Bloodline. Drew watches in shock. Leon insisted he didn't want the belt, he wants nothing to do with that bloodline mess. And yet here he was holding Romans belt above his head as the champ and his family are sprawled out on the matt. "Touch Drew again. And I'll break every bone in the Anoa'i Family's bodies." Leon growls as he throws the belt, allowing it to his Paul sending the fat man flying.

"You wouldn't dare." Roman coughs. Leon chuckles darkly and leans down close to the injured man. "Thats where your wrong. I'd kill for Drew. I'd die for him. Either works for me." Leon whispers.

That's when Drew realised...this man would burn the world for him.

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John felt destroyed. He had promised so many he'd defeat the rock and his big ego. And he failed. "How could I be so st-" "You wanna speak up boy?" John pauses at the curtain at the Rocks voice. He looks in and is taken back to see Randy squaring up to the bigger man. "You can disrespect me all you want. But you keep John's name out of your mouth." Randy growls. "Since when did you care aye? Last time I checked you were chasing the younger michaels." Rock chuckles. John's heart tightens. He isn't as stupid as everything thinks. He knows something happened between Randy and Leon. It broke his heart.

His eyes widen as Randy bounces a chair off the rocks head. "Oh thats where your wrong. Id kill for john. Ill die for him." Randy chuckles as he throws the chair against the wall and stands over the man. "Come near John again and I'll destroy you. You and everything you care about. You'll never be able to step foot in an arena again without pissing yourself." Randy growls before kicking the man and storming off. John's heart races as he stares at the others back.

"Randy!"

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"Awe look Uso. He's gonna cry" Shawn frowns and steps back. "Im not in the mood." Shawn whispers. He's already had enough off the harts, he didn't need this either. "Ha he is go-" Shawn looks up as the man falls silent. He's shocked to see Taker stood infront of him, a dark fire burning in his eyes. "You can go now Shawn. They won't be bothering you anymore." Taker states calmly. "I...okay" Shawn whispers. The man turns to his side to let Shawn past. Shawn can't help but stop and turn to the man.

Taker faces his friends. "You leave him alone." Taker tells them. "Since when did you-" "You leave him alone before I'm making you dig your own graves." Taker growls. "So what everyone else can tease him-" "I just got back from telling Hart to stay away from what's mine. I reminded him what I do to people who touch and hurt what's mine. That i will kill for him. Ill die for him" Taker levels them.

Shawns eyes widen and he covers his mouth to muffle a gasp. It doesn't work. His back hits the wall around the same corner Taker just came from as the men turn. He hopes they didn't see him.

Did Taker not only just threaten his only friends but call Shawn his?

Shawn clenches his fists against his rapidly beating heart as his eyes close.

"You really like him."

"I'd let the world Burn for him."

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Cassies hands shake. How had everything escalated so quickly?

She was supposed to be marrying this man. Now she's watching him get beaten on live TV.

Rhea slams the chair against Austins head, splitting it. She throws the chair against the wall as he falls. "You had her. You had the perfect woman. The best girl ever and you failed her. You didn't treat her like the princess she is. You were selfish!" Rhea yells at him. "Rhea!" Austin croaks trying to escape the woman. She leans down and grabs him by the collar of his shirt. "I'd never do that to her. I'd destroy this world for her. Just so she could sit comfortably on her throne. I'd die for her. I'd kill for her. In fact, you owe the fact your still breathing to her." Rhea growls quietly. She shoves him back to the floor before walking past him. "I see you near her, you'll be waking up in a grave. She's mine now. Not yours." Rhea barks as she walks off.

Cassies heart races.

She has someone who'd risk their life to keep her safe. Someone who'll always put her first.

Cassie looks at the door as it opens, she quickly switches the tv off.

"Rhea.."

[scarlet-bee]

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Save our lives [double exclamation mark emoji] [police car light emoji]

"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." [loudly crying face emoji] [broken heart emoji]

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. [loudly crying face emoji]

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. [pensive face emoji] [broken heart emoji]

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. [2 loudly crying face emojis]

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

[ID 1: Wissam, taking a selfie in a mirror. Her hand is resting on her pregnant belly. End ID.]

[ID 2: A destroyed building, surrounded by piles of rubble on the ground. End ID.]

[ID 3: An ultrasound of a fetus. End ID.]

[ID 4: A patient monitor in a hospital. End ID.]

My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. [loudly crying face emoji] [broken heart emoji]

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. [broken heart emoji] [loudly crying face emoji]

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. [2 loudly crying face emojis]

I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. [broken heart emoji]

Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him. [loudly crying face emoji] [pensive face emoji]

Share my campaign [folded hands emoji]

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Save our lives ‼️🚨

"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭

I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔

Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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Thank you 🩷

[dumbbitchfrommars]

i cant talk to you right now - im angry at you. if you hadnt given me poor advice i wouldnt be in this situation right now, broke and traumatised.

i guess that anger is god teaching me to listen to my own intuition over everything else.

i just want to cry and sleep. like thats the extent of my bodys capabilities right now. just cry and sleep...

i tried to make myself a nice lunch. it was shit. i actually tried! and it was shit. its always when you make an effort.

i cleaned the bathroom but for some reason it didnt work. everything was still dusty, i was just spreading the dirt around. and already the sink is covered in stains again. why dont any of you respect the work i put into it?

i wash my car, its dirty again.

i go to work, my bank account stays empty.

i make plans, i never really wanted to in the first place.

i buy things i dont want.

i look at my face and judge every imperfection.

i look at photos of me when i was younger... i look playful and happy and free. i try to be like her again, but im afraid of becoming her again. anxious, angry, hurt, taken advantage of.

im uncomfortable in my body.

i dont like my life. i want to start my phd so i feel like i have a purpose again. purposeless purpose. distractions...

is she trying to steal my personality? is she a true friend? is anyone worth my fucking friendship? my time, my energy? im alone. ive always been alone. its exhausting but it WORKS. its how i cope. i dont need you to analyse my problems for me... you dont know me. you dont know my life, you dont understand who i am. no one is me, no one can be me. therefore no one can be THERE FOR ME> they dont know how. i cant show you how. you try and you try and its so futile. its so ingenuine. people only care about themself and what they can take from you for themself. im so fucking tired of it. im tired of using all my energy up on you. im logging off.

i like being by myself.

that day... my ex was so upset that id disappeared. but i had fun frolicking and exploring by myself. i was confused, something was wrong about the experience at hozier. as perfect as it was, something was wrong. i wanted to be there alone. i would have left early, i wouldnt have waited in line to buy drinks, i would have found a spot that suited me... it would have been mine and mine only.

i would have saved MY money by not going on a trip that wasnt my idea or intention.

i wouldnt have gone on that camping trip... i wouldnt have kept giving him chances when my gut told me something was off... i would have quit that job and stayed quit.

i need to figure out what i want. i know what i want right? wrong. i know what i want long term. what do i want right now? what do i fucking want? i want to cry, i want to write, i want to be alone. i want sex. good sex. i want to feel like myself again. i want to be alone. i want to scream at everyone who did this to me. i want to disappear.

i want to read, i want beautiful things to come back to me. i want revenge. i want revenge oh how i want my revenge... i want to smash his windows, i want to throw rocks in his house. i want to steal his mail? i want to hack all his shit and delete it all. i want to kill him. lol. i want to strangle him with my bare hands. you deserve to die, you know that though dont you? you deserve to die because you hurt a girl with a pure and genuine heart. you are pure fucking evil and you deserve to die a horrible death. i hope someone kills you. im glad someone keyed your car. i hope someone punches you in the face. i hope someone beats you like the pathetic piece of shit that you are. i know you get bullied at work because youre a cunt and deserve it. you deserve this shitty little life you live, youre a bad person, you deserve it. i hope you die. i hope you die, i hope you die, i hope that you fucking die.

[autumnboyd17]

I wanted to post my thoughts somewhere but didn't know where. So it sat in my notes app until I remembered I had this account.

When tackling a subject like immortality where do I even begin?

Vampires have existed for as long has humans have been able to spread stories. Every culture has some sort of undead being that needs to feed off a humans life force in some essence to survive. Some cultures it was your soul, sucking bit by bit until there was nothing left. For others it was quite literally a human life, the vampire needing to kill and eat to survive like any other predator, in this sense vampires and zombies are the same. Recently the term, energy vampires has risen to popularity, the phrase is used for people draining to talk to. But most notably and persistently, it's blood.

I have held a fascination with vampires for as long as I can remember.

My mom used to go all out on decorations for Christmas and Halloween. Scared that it'd be afraid of them, she introduced me to the decorations as toys or friends. We had a very short cardboard cut out of Dracula and it became my favorite. I carried it around everywhere, my parents referred to him as my first boyfriend. Now he sits on top of my shelves, he's beat to hell but I love him. My mom showed me a movie made in 1987 called, The Lost Boys. Of course she covered my eyes during that one weird awkward sex scene, and I was too young to understand any of the jokes. Spoiler, but I called the twist that Max was the head vampire even after they lead you to believe otherwise. My mom thought I was so smart. Later in the car I asked my mom if vampires were real. She of course said no, and when that answer disappointed me, she told me some people to pretended to be vampires, sharpening their teeth and drinking animal or each others blood, but they can't live off that alone. I think her information was supposed to disgust me but id be lying if I said I hadn't looked into cosmetic teeth sharpening a few times. When I was 7 I spent the night at a friend's house and we watched this "new" movie called Twilight. Growing up, my mom would rent seasons of True Blood from Blockbuster, I knew it was about vampires but I wasn't allowed to watch that one. At some point I was shown Interview with a Vampire. That movie is what introduced me to Don't Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult, a song I've loved dearly ever since. Despite my fond memories of vampires, werewolves and zombies where my favorites till I got older and into my emo phase. Then, finally, vampires were cool.

I never had a stable friend group as a kid, it changed around every year. My grandpa passed when I was 10, my dad left when I was 11. The only 2 constants I felt like I had were my Mom and our dog Hause. The first 4 months of 2020 took both of them along with the rug under me.

One night when I was sad and on the hunt for nostalgia, I found The Lost Boys. I pirated it to my lap top and watched it for the first time since my mom passed. Its like I could hear her saying prominent lines and fun facts about the actors and the location the movie takes place, Santa Carla. Its a fictional version of Santa Cruz, the board walk and the beaches my parents used to take me too as a baby are all shown in the opening to the movie while a cover of The Door's People are Strange played. Its like I can't watch it without her. And for that its my favorite movie. Watching it as an adult made it loose a bit of child-like wonder, I understand all the jokes now, and I have small crushes on the characters Michael and Star, and my eyes are no longer covered during their awkwardsex scene, though I wish they were. Regardless, my point of view has changed, but still, I remember exactly what it was like in the beginning. Change is sad, but its beautiful.

Since my mom passed I've had a big fear of watching everyone I love die before me. Most people laugh it off but seriously, I don't know if I'd be able to handle losing someone so close again, and since my solution hasn't been to not let anyone get close, its obviously been to die before them. I've attempted suicide over it. So, the idea that someone can be there with you forever. The concept that someone can love you for lifetimes. That consistency, the "always and forever" of it. Its beautiful.

I'm crazy but hypothetically, if I could find a vampire to love me I could get close and never have to even think about taking my own life early just so I'd never have to grieve a day over them. That hypothetical is what keeps me hooked and coming back. Not the sparkles or the teeth. Undying love. Thats the beauty of it.

I do think there's a beauty in death too. The same way there's beauty in birth. We all live, we all die, and when you can't count on the vampires because they don't exist, its the only consistency we really have. Thats all we get. I don't know what happens after death, but I imagine it's peaceful. You just let go of the weight of life and die. No more pain. No more anxiety. No more joy. Just sweet nothing. I hope that when I leave my final breath here I get to join my mom somewhere nice. And maybe everyone else I lose along the way, though I still hope its not many. However, I can't rely on this, there's no certainty in what happens after death, only death.

I'm sure you probably think I'd never even want to think about being a vampire after that. But I would really love that!! It would be so cool to watch humanity grow and learn and progress. Their downfalls and how they rise. I would learn everything I could as a vampire. I would go to college over and over again. Majoring in, Philosophy, Psychology, Sociology, History, English. I would probably need to get a better understanding on science too eventhough it's always been my least favorite subject. I would learn and learn and learn and never worry about running out of time because I'd have all the time in the world. I think at some point though, I'd cut my time as a vampire short. One day I'd wake up and decide I've learned enough to satisfy me, see enough to fulfill me, and stand in the sun one last time.

I think I'd make a good vampire. I'm already a night owl, I'm typing this up at 12:30 am. I don't mind blood. Its really only the fear of people I love dying that holds me back. I could turn everyone I love in to vampires as well, but not everyone I love would want to be a vampire. I'd never be able to live with myself if I selfishly forced eternity on someone who didn't want it.

I think the choice to become a vampire, has all the same pros and cons as choosing to live life as is. I'm going to watch people I care about die, but I also get to witness humanity change and grow every day. I burn in the sun, and I learn as I go along. Accidents can happen, or I can choose to end life early. If you take out the factor of never growing old, the hard choices are the same.

Then you remember, there is no choice to be a vampire or not. The only choice I get is if I want to keep on living. I do. I do want to keep living because dying of old age is the closest I'll ever get to being able to see eternity. And that sounds sick as fuck.

Ultimately, I have my mom to thank for my love of vampires. She's the one who introduced me to the idea as a small child, and her death drove the final nail into the coffin of my obsession. Yes that pun was intended please laugh. I just kinda wish that I could share my thoughts and excitement about vampires with her. Maybe one day, 80 years from now, I'll decide I've learned enough to satisfy me, see enough to fulfill me, I'll leave my final breath here, let go of the weight of life and die. Hopefully I get to join my mom somewhere nice and tell her all about what it was like to almost live for eternity.

[jojobee2256]

Sleeping Beauty

Warnings: talk of death, angst, age gap (but not really), kid law, adult law

NOTE THAT LAW IS REALLY YOUNG IN THE BEGINNING, YOUNGER THAN WHEN HE MET CORAZON.

You pull your sleeve down to cover your patient ID bracelet and check your casual clothes in a nearby window before moving to the pediatrics' desk. The pediatric ward has become your safe haven in the hospital and you found yourself visiting everyday. Your doctors were actually pretty pleased with you doing this despite your poor health and physical conditions because it seemed like your body was taking better to the medications and treatment ever since you started your visits. One even said that your passion to play with the kids there was more than likely what revived your hope to beat your disease.

"Ah, (Y/N) are you coming to visit again? You know you don't have to dress up every time you want to come over and play." You smile at the receptionist as you fill out the sign in sheet.

"I know, but I don't want the kids to worry about me when they should focus on recovering themselves." She nods in understanding as you set the clipboard down and make your way down the hallway with a wave goodbye to her.

You remembered your first visit down these halls. Your disease was only getting worse, you couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, it was hell. A nurse was wheeling you around the gardens in a wheelchair in hopes of getting your spirits back but your own hope had died a while ago. That's when you ran into Rosinante. He had fallen out of an apple tree trying to grab one of the apples for his adoptive son. The spectacle was so funny that you had laughed for the first time in months. Soon after the nurse finished putting out the fire he somehow managed to catch on she introduced us. After an hour of talking he asked if I wanted to meet his son and so we went to visit.

"(Y/N)!" the swarm of children gathered around you and almost knocked you down.

"Hey guys! I heard Luffy finally got released, I hope your not to lonely with just me around." They all smiled and assured you that they wouldn't be lonely when you visit them everyday.

"The idiot cut himself so I don't see why you were so worried about him." You turn to see Law with a book in hand as he stood just out of the ring of kids around you.

"Law, that's not very nice. Of course I worried about him. I worry about all of you." You spoke as you made your way over to the boy. You would never say it out loud but he was your favorite, he was such a clever boy.

"You should worry about yourself before others, you look paler than before. Your not getting sick again are you?" You pick him up and carry him to his bed where you sat down, ignoring the protests of the other children about how unfair it was that Law got to be picked up. He was observant for his age. Most of the children when I first went to visit completely bought my lie about being really sick due to a liver problem, but Law didn't buy it until Rosinante assured him it was true. You had told him before that you didn't want to make the kids worry about you and that's why you avoided the pediatric ward and he came up with the idea about a liver problem.

"You're one to talk, I see you have another white patch. You're the one that needs to be worried about not me." you see a tint of pink appear on his deathly pale face and smile at the boy.

"But the ones on my back got smaller, I'll be out of here in no time." He huffs at you.

"What to do, I want you to be healthy but I'll miss you when you leave." You pull out one of the books Law always kept near his bed and shift him on your lap so you could hold the book better.

"Then you can visit me and Cora-san outside the hospital too." You feel your smile falter a little. Leaving the hospital was very dangerous for you. If you suddenly had and attack or blacked out, you would die unless treated immediately and the hospital was the only place that had the materials to do so.

"Sure." You tell him before you begin reading to everyone. The book was about a princess who was cursed into a deep sleep by an evil fairy and a brave prince who ventured to save her many years later.

"...And so the prince, seeing the princess lay in her deathly sleep, went over and gave the princess a single kiss. A kiss of true love and with that the spell was broken. Soon after they wed and lived happily ever after, the end." You close the book and notice your audience was bigger than when you had started. Some off duty nurses and Rosinante stood by the door.

"Can you read another one?" one of the children asked.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go. I have an appointment to get to." You set the book back where it belonged and moved Law from your lap but he quickly latched onto your arm.

"What appointment?" You saw his concern in his eyes and realized your mistake.

"Relax Law, I'm going to a dentist appointment. I'm actually a bit scared, I think I might have a cavity." You made a dramatic face and succeeded in getting Law to smile. "I'll see you tomorrow ok?"

"OK." You moved towards the door and smile at Rosinante. Once in the hall you turned to the man. He would always visit Law everyday as well, but his visits were irregular so you didn't always see the clumsy man.

"Your son is adorable."

"He is isn't he? I hope when he grows up he stays that cute."

"No way, he'll be handsome. You'll have to beat the girls off with a stick." You chuckle.

"I hope he meets a girl like you when he gets older. You're so sweet, when he gets out I'll tell him the truth and we'll visit you everyday instead." I chuckle again only a bit more bitterly.

"You don't need to do that. Even if he's healthy I don't want him to worry over me." He was about to say something when a nurse rushes over to you.

"(Y/N), I knew I'd find you here. Your going to be late if you don't hurry!" and with that you said your goodbyes and left with the nurse.

"I understand, I will do it."

"Wonderful, I'll give you a few days to get your affairs in order and then we will do the procedure." You nod and shake the doctors hand before leaving his office. The latest treatment wasn't showing any signs of working and you were out of options. Your doctor suggested cryogenic sleep, saying that you passed the tests to qualify for it thanks to your high IQ and talents. After some talking you agreed and now were left to figure out how to explain it to the kids in the pediatric ward. Your parents would understand and probably even push for it since you would be frozen until the cure was made, guaranteeing that you lived. You didn't have any friends anymore so that only left the crazy little children that didn't even know how bad your condition was. As you make your way to your room thinking about how to tell them you couldn't visit anymore, it happened. Your heart clenched and your lungs refused to intake air. Collapsing on the floor, you cough up blood onto the floor. The nearby doctors and nurses running to your aid you black out to the usual feeling of engulfing darkness.

(Y/N) was late. She was never late, everyday she would come at one pm on the dot. Law had even gotten a new book from Cora-san yesterday for her to read. He looked at the clock, it was three. He glared at the floor before hopping off the bed and going to the glass doors. She was probably just stuck talking to someone so he would go look for her. As he sneaks through the hallways towards the elevator he overhears the receptionist talking to a doctor.

"I wonder who will tell the children? I don't think I could stand to tell them about (Y/N)." The receptionist said in a sad tone.

"It'll definitely be lonely without her everyday. I heard she was being moved to the cryogenics room on the second floor though, so I guess she will at least be able to have a full life one day." The doctor spoke with a sigh. Law was beyond confused now and decided to try and see if he could hear more.

"I still remember her first visit, she was losing her battle hard and I honestly thought she could drop at any moment! Apparently the disease she has is not only incurable but really rare and she has set the record for the longest living person known to have it!" Law's heart dropped. She was sick all this time?

"Her doctors say it's thanks to her visits. That her spirit came back after one of the parents of a long term patient in the ward brought her over." He was going to say more but his pager went off and he left, this signaled for Law to move on. They said she was moved to the second floor so he pressed the button and followed the signs saying 'cryogenics' till coming face to leg with a doctor. He 'tch'ed as the woman leaned down to his level.

"And what are you doing here little man?" He didn't see a reason to lie since saying he was lost was only going to get him sent right back to his own ward and the the worst that could happen in telling the truth was exactly that.

"I'm visiting (Y/N), can you take me to her?" He tried to look as sure of himself as possible and the doctor only smiled sadly at him.

"Sure, she is about to be put under so lets hurry." And with that she led him down to a room with her name next to the door before knocking. "May I come in, I have a guest." An 'enter' was heard before the woman turned back to Law. "You can go in, I'm sorry you have to say goodbye." Law's blood froze over at her words. Goodbye? He didn't want that.

When the door opened and he walked in the first thing he noticed was the large bed like machine with a door that sealed it in and a single window so you could look inside. Next to it was a series of buttons, knobs, graphs, and numbers on a screen. Then he saw (Y/N), sweat caressed her skin and her pale skin almost matched his. She wore a white patient gown and had a similar bracelet to his own on her frail wrist.

"Law, how did you get here?" You asked, the shock on your face only replaced with worry soon after. "Are you ok? You need to be back in your bed, it's not good for you to be wondering around!" He couldn't hold it in anymore and the tears soon began to fall.

"How can you say that when you look so sick?!" He yelled. "The doctor outside said I had to say goodbye, what's going on!?" You weakly walked over to him, pushing an IV with one hand along with you. When you reached him you didn't hesitate to swoop him up in your free hand and take him back to sit on your lap from where you was sitting before on the cryogenic bed.

"Can you give us a moment and find his dad? His name is Rosinante, Law will need him after this." You asked your doctor and he nodded before leaving the room. "Law," You spoke to him sweetly and he looked up at you still sniffing as his tries ran down his face. "I won't be able to visit you guys anymore. I have to go to sleep."

"What kind of sleep makes it so that you can't see me anymore?" he cried.

"It's a special sleep, a cryogenic sleep. Do you remember the story I read yesterday?" He nodded. "It will be kind of like the princess's sleep only it won't be an evil spell. I am really sick and the doctors can't help me so they are going to put me in a good sleep so that in the future they can cure me and I won't have to say goodbye forever." Law understood, he just didn't like it.

Rosinante knocked on the door before quietly entering. He shared a sad smile with (Y/N) before going to Law.

"Maybe I'll be able to wake up in time to see you marry your own princess." You say to him cheerfully, but he shakes his head and stands up on the bed next to her so they were at eye level.

"Just you wait! I'll make a cure for you and wake you up!" He kissed your forehead before jumping off the bed and running into the hallway, leaving a stunned you.

"Maybe I will get a daughter-in-law like you after all." Rosinante said with a soft smile.

"Don't say that, he's just a child. It's true that he has adorable traits but I can't see him like that. Besides, I may be a sleep even after his grandchildren pass away. That was my attempt at giving him hope that we may meet again one day." Your doctor walks in and tells you it's time. Your family came in shortly after saying their final goodbyes before the needle was pushed into your arm and you fell into your sleep. During this sleep they were going to attempt to get you back to a stable condition which would no longer be possible awake which is why you had to be put under today. Your last thoughts were of an adult Law smiling at you, if he was your age then maybe you would've fallen for him. To bad he would more than likely forget about you during your sleep.

ONE YEAR 

FIVE YEARS 

A DECADE 

FIFTEEN YEARS 

TWO DECADES

Two decades had passed and you were still in your young adult years, frozen in time. That is until now. Your new doctor stared down at your sleeping face through the window in your pod. Today was the day he would finally wake his princess.

You couldn't stop the tears as the nurse guided you to a private room. Twenty years. Your parents had been informed and were on their way, but you doubt that Rosinante or Law would be coming to greet you. When you finally calmed down the nurse informed you that you were chosen for the trail of the new drug to cure your disease. Your new doctor, the creator of the drug, insisted upon it and was shouldering the costs for everything. You felt there must have been a mistake but she assured you that you were in fact the one he was talking about. 

You were left alone to gather yourself before you met this new doctor of yours and you couldn't help but feel depressed. Maybe you could find them, it would be great if you really could be there when he got married, but you didn't want to overstep any boundaries.

"Hello (Y/N), I'm Dr. Trafalgar and I'll be caring for you until your fully healed." Your head shot up at the name as the man walked into the room. His tanned skin no longer covered in white spots but a white coat. His pitch black hair still a mess, but now paired with a soul patch on his chin. His eyes still as piercing as when he was a child. He smiled at you warmly as you let it all sink in and soon enough the tears rolled down your cheeks again.

"No fair! You were supposed to forget about me, not spend your life worrying enough to cure me!" you sob. He only chuckles at your comment and moves over to your sitting figure. He takes your face in his hand and has you face him, brushing away stray tears with his thumb.

"I told you I would make a cure and wake you up." He softly tells you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. You stop your tears and stare up at him. You could hardly even see the sickly child from before. To you it was yesterday, but for him it was practically a life time.

"I'm an old lady you know, I may not look it but I might as will be forty." He shake his head at you.

"Cryogenic sleep stops your body from growing, this way nothing can progress. Not your body or your disease. And even if what you said was true, I loved you back when I was a six year old brat. Do you really think I would care." You sniffed and shook your head. "Good." And with that he gave you a kiss on your forehead before moving to place a chaste, but loving kiss on your lips. "I prefer your lips then your forehead anyway." you both laugh a little before the door is thrown open and a man tumbles in, stopping right before the bed. 

"(Y/N)! I knew I'd get a sweet daughter-in-law!" Rosinante chimed as he picked himself up. 

"And we get a handsome son- in-law!" Your mother happily replied as her and your dad walked into the room. 

You later found out that Law had openly voiced his intentions and desires to your parents and Rosinante for years while you slept. Apparently Rosinante and your parents started planning your own wedding after Law became a world renowned doctor at twenty. Law had graduated early, gotten degrees from neuroscience and immunology to organic and biochemistry, and created numerous other miracle cures just to save you. When everyone told you this Law was hiding his face in embarrassment at how they all described his determination for you.

EVER AFTER

"Look at this (Y/N)!" Rosinante snatches Laws wallet and pulls out a worn photo while Law attempts to grab it before you could see. It was a photo of you taking a nap on his hospital bed, cuddling his stuffed polar bear. "He had me take this when you were sleeping and later on after you were put under he carried it everywhere!"

"Cora-san!" You watch as Law glares at his father, scolding him. Today you were being released from the hospital and Law was excited to take you home. You had decided to stay with him at his home not only for health and monitoring purposes, but because after dating for so long you were both eager to take another step forward. You could still see those adorable traits from all those years ago from time to time, but now he had matured and grown to be less sweet and more cool. His indifferent yet calculated demeanor that only you could see past honestly made your love for him grow by the day, maybe it was time to tell him that.

"Law!" You yell from the door  with a confident smile as he looks at you. "I love you." He forgot all about his father and quickly chased you out the hospital doors while you ran off, swooping you up in his arms. 

"I hope you know that know that you've said that I'm never going to let you go." He whispers in your ear as he holds you close from behind. 

"Well shoot, did I actually fall in love with the villain?" you laugh as he kisses your hair. You could get used to this.

[scarlet-bee]

[Plain text:

Save our life !! [red heart emoji] [face holding back tears emoji] Hello again, I live in war, fear and destruction, we have been living for almost a year now but we do not know how long, we have been displaced from our home more than 11 times,

every time I was displaced to another place I prayed that this would be the last, but then came the idea of ​​​​forced exit to search for safety where there is no safety, we got very tired and our bodies were exhausted, we no longer had the energy to continue, we lived hunger, thirst, cold and all the difficult conditions that humans cannot imagine,

we did not imagine that a day would come when we would live all of this, I lost my family and my childhood home, even my friends are no longer there, I was left alone!! I am looking for salvation from death, I fear death and I dread it, the idea is terrifying to leave your dreams, ambitions and the life you planned for and go from this world, we do not deny death but we do not want to live it now,

I had a beautiful life, suddenly I do not know how I lost my life, we live in a tent that can only accommodate 3 people, made of nylon that no human can bear, just standing in it for more than two minutes during the day is enough to melt you, in addition to insects, diseases and lack of privacy, imagine all this!! Can you live??

In addition, my father had a stroke due to the loss, and my mother also needs care due to chronic diseases and the lack of treatment, and her condition is getting worse. I am the only one who takes care of them. I really fear loss and I do not want to lose, as I lost a large part of my family, my home, my work, and my entire previous life.

Things here are more difficult than you imagined, reality is painful

We wake up every day to the smell of death, I have been surrounded by tanks and helicopters more than 4 times, each time I do not know how to survive? It seems that my death has not come yet

I do not want to die!! [pleasing face emoji] Please help me save my life and get out of here, life is impossible

Your donation will save my life, it is the only way, hand in hand we can achieve the goal please

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[ID: A collage of 12 photos.

1: A camp of tents.

2: Swings and a fence by the ocean.

3: A person taking a selfie while clothes shopping.

4: A kettle above an outdoor fire.

5: A person taking a selfie.

6: A large cloud of smoke.

7: A table outside of a house. It has a picnic basket, food, and drinks on it.

8: Bread cooking in an outdoor stove.

9: A damaged building, with rubble covering the ground in front of it.

10: A camp of tents.

11: Many people standing in a line, with rubble on either side. The photo was taken from far away.

12: A destroyed building.

End ID.]

[Plain text:

Aseel has been living without shelter for two days. She needs money urgently to feed and shelter her family. She's the only caretaker of her loved ones. Please help her, her campaign has been vetted.

Important update:

Aseel is stuck alone in an area surrounded by the military. She is in immense danger right now. Please help.

Previous campaign vetted by 90-ghost here

And Vetted here

Update: Aseel is now looking for funds for her father who is in need of physical therapy sessions. She is worried about losing him to a stroke

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Save our life !!❤️🥹

Hello again, I live in war, fear and destruction, we have been living for almost a year now but we do not know how long, we have been displaced from our home more than 11 times,

every time I was displaced to another place I prayed that this would be the last, but then came the idea of ​​​​forced exit to search for safety where there is no safety, we got very tired and our bodies were exhausted, we no longer had the energy to continue, we lived hunger, thirst, cold and all the difficult conditions that humans cannot imagine,

we did not imagine that a day would come when we would live all of this, I lost my family and my childhood home, even my friends are no longer there, I was left alone!! I am looking for salvation from death, I fear death and I dread it, the idea is terrifying to leave your dreams, ambitions and the life you planned for and go from this world, we do not deny death but we do not want to live it now,

I had a beautiful life, suddenly I do not know how I lost my life, we live in a tent that can only accommodate 3 people, made of nylon that no human can bear, just standing in it for more than two minutes during the day is enough to melt you, in addition to insects, diseases and lack of privacy, imagine all this!! Can you live??

In addition, my father had a stroke due to the loss, and my mother also needs care due to chronic diseases and the lack of treatment, and her condition is getting worse. I am the only one who takes care of them. I really fear loss and I do not want to lose, as I lost a large part of my family, my home, my work, and my entire previous life.

Things here are more difficult than you imagined, reality is painful

We wake up every day to the smell of death, I have been surrounded by tanks and helicopters more than 4 times, each time I do not know how to survive? It seems that my death has not come yet

I do not want to die!! 🥺

Please help me save my life and get out of here, life is impossible

Your donation will save my life, it is the only way, hand in hand we can achieve the goal please

[bnhabadass]

Pairing: Bakugou x reader Genre: Smut, 18+, Mafia AU Trope: Woke up married Dialogue Prompt: “Aren’t we supposed to be working?”  Warnings: overdosing on cold medicine, mixing cold medicine with alcohol, dub-con, mentions of sex while unconscious, vomiting Word Count: 4,480

This is my contribution to this month’s bnharem collab. I was so happy when I spun the roulette wheel and it landed on my favorite au, the mafia au. I hope you all enjoy and make sure to check out everyone else’s contributions here. Also a big thanks to @doinmybesthere​ for being my beta reader and putting so much work into creating the master list for this collab.

“A fever? Are you fucking kidding me?”

You winced at the voice coming out of your phone. You were curled up in bed, a heavy futon draped over your achey, chilled body. “I’m really sorry,” you croaked into the receiver. “I can’t get out of bed; there’s no way I’ll be able to come into work today.”

“You know how important tonight’s meeting is.”

You could feel the fire in the eyes of your underboss as he spat at you about how important tonight’s festivities were. You couldn’t care less. You hated the guy, but more importantly you hated your father for getting you in this mess.

A debt needed to be paid and your family couldn’t afford to take out a second mortgage on the house. So your father, as smart as he thought he was, went to the nicest restaurant on the far side of town where the boss of one of the most dangerous mobs in the city stationed his office.

A debt for a debt. That’s what he told you as he came home smiling with a big check in his wallet. No one in your family knew where he got the money, but he seemed confident enough that he’d be able to pay it back.

A month went by and one day, three scary men knocked on your apartment door. They said they were there to “collect”.

You were terrified. You thought they were there to rob you, to take the money you had been saving in a rainy-day fund. But no, they came to collect you. Now, it’s been four months and you’re still stuck doing odd jobs for them--grocery and coffee runs as well as spending reports and other money related things you are less than qualified to do.

You hate your job. You hate having to put up with the unorthodox hours and the unsavory jobs and the complaints about your work ethic and the having to do it over again because you didn’t do it right the first time. You want out. If you weren’t positive that if you left they would be able to hunt you down, you would have fled the country by now.

But your father’s debt still hasn’t been paid.

“Look,” you pleaded. “I can come in tomorrow and work double my usual time. Please, Kirishima-san, I just need the day to rest.”

“Not a chance. You’re coming in today and that’s final. If you don’t, well, then maybe we need to take an extra payment from your parents.”

Before you could even process what he just said, he hung up the phone.

Another payment from your parents. You couldn’t possibly let them take any more from your family. With a new threat looming over your head, you mustered up enough strength to push off of your futon and get dressed for the clients’ dinner.

By the time it was 7:00 in the evening, you had taken a large swig of cold medicine and were ready to spend the night serving these criminals.

Outside of the restaurant, two bodyguards were stationed at the front door and one at the back entrance. All three of them were dressed in black from head to toe. You, on the other hand, were tasked with serving your boss’s clients, so your outfit differed from theirs.

You were dressed in attire suited for waiting tables. Black slacks stretch across your legs and your pristine shirt was smoothed against your body. A tight black vest clung to your chest and pressed against your boobs, squishing them together. If it weren’t for the fever, chills, and headache, you would look like you belonged with this crowd of criminals.

You flashed your ID to the guard at the back door and he nodded you in. Your eyes had to adjust to the fluorescent kitchen lighting, but once they did you saw how busy everyone was. It truly was one of the most important nights for your boss, so you understood why you were needed. Still, this night would truly take the most out of you.

“Oi, (L/n),” one of your boss’s associates called for you. “Take these to table four. I’ve been covering your ass for the last twenty minutes.”

“Of course, Kaminari-san.” You bowed your head and skirted over to the table where two well-dressed men spoke with one another in a hushed tone. You placed their meals in front of them and bowed your head.

“Wait,” one of them called as you began to walk away. “I asked for a Jasmine tea. This is Sencha.”

“Yeah,” the other one piped up. “And I asked for a Sencha tea and this is Jasmine.”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to yell into the abyss and slap those men across the face. But of course all you did was bow in apology and take the cups back. Kirishima’s words to you over the phone rang loud and clear in your mind.

“Anything they need, you get it for them. These are important people the boss works with and we can’t have idiots like you messing this up for us.”

The men smirked at you and as you turned around to grab their “correct orders,” the man who ordered the Jasmine tea leaned over to leave a hard, painful smack across your ass.

You froze but didn’t say anything and walked away.

It was still early in the night but you had run yourself thin. You needed to sit down or to at least take a sip of water, but there was no room for breaks as you bounced from table to table getting the people what they wanted. You had even left the venue a couple times to retrieve items like the proper creamer one client required in their coffee.

Your throat was so sore and dry and it was aching for a break. Your entire body was aching for a break. But as you saw someone sitting at one of the tables raise her hand to wave you over, you had to put all of your aches aside to tend to her needs.

“Good evening, ma’am.” You bowed your head. “How may I assist you?”

A small smile was on her dark red painted lips. She seemed to be searching for something as she eyed you up and down. “Do you happen to know when Bakugou-san will be joining us?”

Bakugou-san… Were you supposed to know who that is? You had never heard the name before, although you knew your boss had many ties throughout the district. It could be one of them.

“I’m not sure,” you answered honestly. “I could ask my supervisors if they happen to know.”

She waited a moment. She seemed to be searching for something in your expression. “That’s all right. You may go back to work now.”

You bowed and thanked her.

Bakugou-san.

The name did sound familiar, but you’re not sure where you could have heard it. It wasn’t until you were deep in thought, trying to recall where you had heard the name, that you could feel something pushing up against your throat. Oh god. Your stomach was churning.

You ran to the bathroom, pushing someone out of the way to get there. You’d probably hear an earful from Kirishima for pushing a guest, but you needed to find a toilet before--

Oh no.

You barely made it into the stall before emptying the contents of your stomach onto the white tiles of the bathroom floor. Your legs collapsed from under you and you kneeled in your vomit as you coughed up your stomach lining into the porcelain bowl.

Tears fell from your eyes as you struggled to breathe while hacking everything you had into the toilet. The black eyeliner you threw on before leaving the house had smudged into raccoon eyes around your lashes.

You rested your cheek against the toilet, ignoring all of the germs that were most likely crawling up your skin and into your pores. The toilet seat felt cool against your burning cheek and watering eyes. You thought you could die happily here, kneeling on the bathroom tiles in a pile of your slowly cooling vomit.

“Aren’t we supposed to be working here?”

Your eyes shot open, and in trying to stand up you slipped. Your ass landed in the smeared vomit. You winced and let out a drawn out, “fuuuck.”

It took you a moment before opening your eyes again and looking up at the man in front of you. And boy did your eyes widen. He was clearly a guest at the clients’ dinner. His blonde hair was slicked back and the bulge of his muscles under his crisp black button down didn’t go unnoticed by you. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his forearms and as he crossed his arms over his chest, his sleeves began to tighten.

“Who the hell are you and why are you puking on the floor?”

It took you a second to find your voice. “I’m, um...” you trailed off. “(L/n), sir.” You cleared your throat. “I am a worker for the person hosting this dinner.” You tried to stand up and bow, but he put a hand up to stop you.

“You work for them.” It was a statement not a question, but you nodded anyway. “Why? What do you owe?”

You’re not sure why he was asking, but his intimidating glare compelled you to answer his every question. “My dad owes them money,” you admitted. “And he wasn’t able to pay them back.”

“Who do you mean by them?”

You weren’t sure how to answer. You didn’t even know what these people did. For all you knew they were drug mules or assassins. You never wanted to know what they did when you were roped in. After all, the less you knew meant you could have more of a normal life. “The boss,” you finally answered. Who the boss was, you weren’t sure. You answered to Kirishima but he didn’t have much power aside from ordering around you and every other person unfortunate enough to be roped into working for them.

The man in front of you scoffed. “Get up.”

You scrambled to your feet, ignoring the wave of nausea that hit you. The man led you out of the bathroom, and as you walked behind him, people who passed the two of you stopped and stared. Oh no, it had to be from the vomit stains on your leg and down your shirt. You probably stank to high hell and your eyes wouldn’t stop watering from your fever.

The man stopped and you had to keep from bumping into him. “There’s an extra work shirt in the closet,” he said. “There should also be some slacks in there. Leave your dirty clothes in a pile and I’ll have someone collect them.”

His voice was demanding and it took you a moment to register what he said. It wasn’t until he snapped in your face that you moved.

“We don’t have all day, princess.”

You flinched and nodded before scurrying into the closet and flicking the light on. Inside the closet was the restaurant’s sad excuse for a boiler room. The low humming from the machinery brought you back into the present as you searched for the change of clothes you were promised.

There was a crisp white shirt folded on one of the shelves as well as a few different slacks in varying sizes. The shirt was a size too small, so you had to leave the first couple buttons popped open. Before leaving the closet, you tried to think about who the man was and why he was helping you. Was it possible that he wanted something in return?

When you emerged from the closet, he looked you up and down. You were too tired, however, to notice his lingering glare on your chest and the way the button down squeezed your breasts closer together.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, looking down at your shoes. You’re not sure why you were too scared to look into his vermillion eyes, but the way he called you princess earlier as he snapped at you had definitely made you tremble in your core, and you swore that if you looked up to meet his eyes, your fever would only go higher and higher.

“Why the hell’d you come here if you were sick anyway? Are you trying to poison everyone in the damn building?” His words were like little bullets that shot at every one of your doubts of coming in tonight.

You thought back to why you had come in the first place. You were huddled up in your futon that morning when Kirishima called. You begged to stay home, right? But you couldn’t. You squinted hard as you tried to remember why you weren’t allowed to rest. “I was threatened,” you thought out loud. It wasn’t directed towards the man but he nodded in any case.

“(L/n) was it, right?”

You finally managed to look up at him with bleary eyes. “Yeah, um...” You couldn’t seem to remember what his name was. Wait, he hadn’t told you. He had just led you around and given you new clothes, but he never properly introduced himself.

“Bakugou Katsuki,” he said as if he could read your mind. His lips turned up into a smirk. “But call me Katsuki.”

“Katsuki,” you mumbled. “Bakugou Katsuki.” You had heard that name before, but where. “Bakugou,” you mumbled again as if you were trying to put the pieces of a puzzle together. “Bakugou-san.”

He quirked an eyebrow up at you.

“Oh!” It hit you like a ton of bricks and as soon as you shot up, you had to recoil because of the ache in the back of your neck. “There’s a woman looking for you, Bakugou-san, er, Katuki,” you bowed.

He just chuckled. “There’s a lot of people looking for me tonight. Who was it?”

That’s a good question. You squinted as if you were looking deep into your memories to remember who it was who asked for him. “She was a woman,” you remembered. “With long dark hair and dark red lips.”

Katsuki nodded. “I see the Yaoyorozus are here.”

The Yaoyorozus. You weren’t sure what that could mean but you didn’t feel like questioning it, so you nodded instead.

Katsuki was looking down at you. His arms were crossed over his chest but a smirk that had been playing across his face all night wouldn’t seem to go away. “Feeling better?”

You didn’t feel better. Although you felt cleaner in the new clothes, there was still a throbbing in your head that wasn’t going away and the overhead lights made your eyes water. But the way that Katsuki looked at you like he was expecting you to say yes just drew you in.

He could tell that the way you nodded a yes in response to his question was a lie, and his face fell before pushing a hand up to your forehead, checking your temperature. “Have you taken anything today?”

You had to think back to earlier that day when you brought the bottle of cold medicine up to your lips, not even reading the recommended dose before downing what you could and leaving your home. “Yeah, um, I took some medicine.”

The grin that had been spread across Katsuki’s face returned. “Well I guess we’ll have to get you some more.”

He grabbed your wrist and led you through the halls and over to the bar. You didn’t pay attention to where you were going. The world seemed to be going too fast for you to keep up. What you were able to notice was that everyone’s eyes were on you as you gently swayed back and forth, trying to settle yourself down. As you were in your own head, you couldn’t start to picture what everyone else saw when they looked at you. You with your raccoon eyes due to streaky makeup that you couldn’t stop rubbing.

“Here.” Katsuki shoved a glass in your face. “Not necessarily traditional medicine but it’ll get the job done.”

You looked up at the whiskey glass in his hand. The ‘medicine’ was a deep brown color which swirled around as he handed it to you. Your fingers brushed against his thick ones as you took the glass. You lifted it up to your nose and took a deep breath in, gagging at the smell. “Um, I don’t think I should.” You had been warned about mixing alcohol with drugs and the dangers that came with it, but no one had ever told you not to mix drinks with cold medicine. Still, that couldn’t be right, right?

“Come on, it’s good for you,” he egged you on. “Besides, it’ll get that nasty taste out of your mouth.”

You had never tried whiskey before. You were used to lighter drinks, something bubbly with a shot of vodka or two in it. But this was almost too much. You lifted the glass up to your lips and tilted it back. Your lips stung as they made contact with the drink, but you didn’t want to seem weak to Katsuki. He’d taken care of you so far and seemed pleasant enough, albeit intimidating.

As you tipped it back further and took more of the drink into your mouth, Katsuki pushed his hand against the bottom of the glass so you couldn’t tear it away, making sure you would drink every last drop. It stung going down and the cubes pressing against your lip were colder than you expected. You gagged as a couple loose tears rolled down your face from the drink’s burning sensation. You bet you looked even more of a mess now.

“Good girl,” Katsuki said with a low demeanor. With his thumb, he wiped away a drop of whiskey that rolled down your chin.

“And this’ll make me feel better?” You didn’t think you were supposed to drink when you were sick, but you were far too tired to even think about what was wrong and what was right. If he said that it’d make you feel better, then that had to be a good thing. You’re sure of it.

“Sure will.” He placed a firm, calloused hand on your head and stroked down your hair. You nuzzled into his warmth.

It was such a nice sensation that it almost made you forget that you were supposed to be working. That there were people waiting on you to bring them their food and fetch their creamer, people who were ready to slap your ass and laugh as soon as you turned away.

“I have a,” you started, not really sure where that sentence was going. “I have to go back to work.”

As you began walking away, Katsuki stopped you, pulling you back over so your face was practically pressed up against his chest. “No you don’t. You’re sick, remember?”

Right, as if you hadn’t forgotten. But he was right. You were sick and your medicine hadn’t kicked in yet. You couldn’t risk spreading your germs and getting anyone else sick.

You watched the dinner guests from afar. You leaned in to hear conversations about hitmen and other rivaling mobs around town. Some were about money laundering and clients that needed to be taken out, whatever that meant.

At one point, someone asked to pull Katsuki aside and talk alone, but instead he just pulled you closer.

“The hell do you want, Yoarashi?”

Yoarashi was a big guy, bigger than Katsuki, but it was clear even to you that he was intimidated by the blonde in front of him.

“You owe me for what I let you borrow last month.”

“I don’t owe you shit.”

To you, they sounded like they were underwater and you weren’t sure what they were discussing, but you were curious to learn more.

“Come on, Bakugou. Work with me here.”

“I’m a busy man, Yoarashi. Now get out of my face before I have my men take care of you.”

Something about the raw power and the threatening tone behind Katsuki’s voice made you excited. You wanted to melt into his words, but you weren’t sure why.

“Busy man?” Yoarashi scoffed. “Come on, Bakugou. You’ve barely been seen all night. Where have you been, fucking this little lackey of yours?”

He didn’t mean you, did he? Before you could even comprehend what he just insinuated, Katsuki turned you around and pressed your face up against his chest. You could feel yourself growing even hotter as you were pushed into one of his pectorals. One of his hands cupped the back of your head. Was he protecting you?

“Listen here,” you heard him say. “Don’t contact us ever again unless you want to end up like your first boss did. I can make your life a living hell and I will, got that?”

“Don’t think I don’t have other contacts, all right? You aren’t the only one in this town with resources, Bakugou.”

You felt something jab into the other side of Katsuki’s chest. Did Yoarashi hit him? A few seconds went by before you heard the snapping of fingers and two men came over to drag Yoarashi away.

Katsuki released the hold he had on you, and you watched as the tall man struggled out of his hold. “You aren’t gonna tell anyone what you saw here tonight, right princess?”

You shook your head. You weren’t sure what exactly you felt when you saw that man being dragged away. You were scared, of course; scared for your own life and of the raw power that Katsuki seemed to hold. But on top of fear there was something else. There was a tingle between your thighs that wouldn’t seem to go away, and there was also a sense of excitement. Out of all the people here, this man was paying attention to you. You were far from Mafia material, but he clearly saw something in you and you wanted more of his gaze lingering on you.

Your mind felt hazy with Katsuki and you wanted even more. You didn’t know what to do when you felt him smooth his hand down your back. You didn’t know what to do when his usual smirk turned into something much more dangerous. And you didn’t know what to do when he leaned over and pressed his lips against your own.

His lips felt heavenly as they explored you. They were soft and welcoming despite his cold and dangerous exterior. His tongue probed its way into your mouth. He tasted like whiskey and something else which you assumed was just him. He bit your lip and it felt like he smiled when you let out a moan.

When he released, you felt as if the whole world was spinning with Katsuki. You wobbled around a bit and he chuckled. You tried asking if you could sit down, but the words refused to come out. The last thing you remember is seeing the world go black, the sound of the clients’ dinner fading out of earshot, and two strong arms carrying you away from reality.

You were in pain by the time you woke up. Your body, especially your head, ached tremendously and you wished the sun would stop shining so bright through your window. But wait, the window in your bedroom at your apartment faced another building. The sun never shined too bright in the morning when you were at home.

Slowly, you peaked your head out from under the covers and looked around. You weren’t in your bedroom, but you were in a bedroom. The bed you had been asleep in was enormous, but aside from that there was not much else furniture in the room or even any pictures to signify who the room could belong to.

It wasn’t until you sat up that you realized just how exposed you were under the covers. You couldn’t find your clothing anywhere. What were you even wearing last night? Where were you last night?

You remembered being sick and being called into work by Kirishima. You were stressed. You were nauseous. There was a beautiful woman who asked for someone in particular but you were too sick to remember what their name was, right?

And then you raced to the bathroom and met--

A groan from beside you shook you out of your thoughts, and as soon as you saw the person lying in bed next to you, all of your memories came flooding back.

“Morning, baby girl,” Katsuki said.

You didn’t know what to say. Your mouth hung open and you felt lightheaded.

Katsuki was shirtless under the covers and you were too scared to ask if he had anything on covering his lower half. “You put on quite the show last night.”

Last night. Where you met him. What did you do last night? “I...” You didn’t know what to say, and that made Katsuki let out a booming laugh.

“Come on, you remember at least a little of it don’t you?”

You shook your head. Then you shook your head again. You couldn’t stop shaking your head.

Katsuki put a hand on your shoulder and you stopped. He had a shit eating grin spread across his face that you wanted to both punch and kiss at the same time. “First throwing up at my party and then getting blackout drunk in front of all my guests.”

“What?” You could barely remember anything. What did he mean ‘his party’? The clients’ dinner was run by…

Your eyes widened as you realized just who you had found yourself naked in bed with. Who had found you puking on the bathroom floor. Who that stunningly gorgeous woman was asking for earlier.

You clamped a hand over your mouth and Katsuki let out another chuckle. “You really were the life of the party.” He grabbed your wrist and dragged you over to his side of the bed, and you let him. He dragged his hand up and down your exposed body and roughly cupped your sex. “I had a blast toying around with you last night, but now I want you to be able to remember what it feels like when I bury my cock inside of you, sweetheart.”

You hated the way he was grabbing you and the way he forced your legs to open up for him, but what you hated more than any of that was the way his words made your inner thighs ache and how they instinctively parted just for him.

You turned away as he leaned down to smother your chest with rough kisses, and as you looked over to your left hand, you couldn’t help but notice a diamond ring that wasn’t there the night before.

[weirdprophetess]

been seeing people talk about Ethel Cain a lot and had chills the entire time i watched her perform Morning Elvis with Florence so I'm playing Preacher's Daughter for the first time and writing notes as I go

fair warning this is an incredibly long post

first of all i have to say i love this album cover the dark warm browns are gorgeous and really give off that rural small town vibe and i read a few articles about her so i know she grew up in a place like that and the album title is describing her because her dad was a deacon of the church her and her family grew up in

the basssss the bass starting family tree ooooooohhhhh i love that

these crosses all over my body remind me of who i used to be and christ forgive these bones im hiding from no one successfully jesus can always reject his father but he cannot escape his mothers blood W H A T

THE BEATSSS THEYRE SO DARK AND DRAMATIC AND ATMOSPHERIC IM SCREAMING IM ONE MINUTE IN AND THIS IS MAYBE THE BEST ALBUM INTRO IVE EVER HEARD

my brain chemistry has already been altered i instantly need this on vinyl

loveee the guitar starting off american teenagerrrrrr

the suspended vocalization tooooooo)(U*U@PIHF@

i love love love her voice its so rich and she does deep and high notes both so amazingly welllllllll screaming

the melody the flow of the lyrics the beat the synthy floaty sounds im deadddd i love thissss i want to rip it apart like soft hot bread and eat ittttt

SAY WHAT YOU WANT BUT SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT WITH YOU F I S T S FOR ONCE

MAIN CHARACTER TYPE SONG I LOVE THE IRONY I LOVE TEH SADNESS IM GOING TO WALK AROUND TO THIS SO MUCH THAT IS ONE OF THE HIGHEST HONORS I CAN GIVE A SONG @mothercain YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE BITCHHHH

I HAVE FINISHED TWO SONGS AND ITS ALREADY MY NEW PERSONALITY TIME TO HYPERFIXATE FOR MONTHS AND LET IT TAKE OVER THIS WHOLE FUCKING BLOG

THE SUSPENDED PIANO NOTES FOR HOUSE IN NEBRASKA???? Y E S

THE ECHOEY VOCALS MAKE ME INSANE IM CLAWING AT THE WALLS RENDING MY GARMENTS GNASHING MY TEETH OH MY GODDDDDD

I STILL CALL HOME THAT HOUSE IN NEBRASKA WHERE WE FOUND EACH OTHER IN A DIRTY MATTRESS ON THE SECOND FLOOR WHERE THE WORLD WAS EMPTY SAVE YOU AND I WHERE YOU CAME AND I LAUGHED AND YOU LEFT AND I CRIED WHERE YOU TOLD ME EVEN IF WE DIED TONIGHT THAT ID DIE YOURS

YOU KNOW I STILL WAIT AT THE EDGE OF TOWN PRAYING STRAIGHT TO GOD THAT MAYBE YOULL COME BACK AROUND I HAVE FULL BODY CHILLSSSSSS

THE ROCK GUITAR SMASHING IN AND BEING SO CRUNCHY GODDDDDDDDD

He's never looked more beautiful on his Harley in the parking lot breaking into the ATMs sleeping naked when it gets too hot from what ive heard people say about Lana Del Rey's music this sounds like she might've been an influence

show me how much i mean to you while im lying in these sheets undressed id hold the gun if you ask me to but if you love me like you say you do would you ask me to troubles always gonna find you baby but so will i crying only because im happy hold me across every state line im never gonna leave you baby even if you lose whats left of your mind cause you know ill be right there beside you riding through those western nights

ooh there's another song called family tree the first one was family tree (intro) but there's track five without (intro) delicious

oohhhhhooohohoho same first two lines but then new lyrics

give myself up to him in offering let him make a woman out of me ooooh hoo hoo hooooo

so family tree is a banger

i immediately thought emo cowboy on hearing those lyrics and google actually gave me that so thank you whoever made this image because its truly the essence of this album

the next one is hard times and the first thing i thought of was paramore ive been obsessed with that song lately

nine going on eightaayynn lay it on meeeeeeheeeeheeeee yessssss

im tiiiiired of you too tiiiiired to leave im tiiiired of you still tiiiiied to meeeee

I MET YOU THERE IN TEXAS

MY ASS WHO LIVES IN TEXAS👀👀👀

i met you there in texas somewhere on the thoroughfare on the side of the road with a pistol in my pocket i didnt trust no one but you said baby dont run ill take you anywhere

AND YOU SAID HEY DO YOU WANNA SEE THE WEST WITH MEEEHEEEEEE CAUSE LOVES OUT THERE AND I CANT LEAVE IT BEEEEEE AND I SAID HONEY LOVES NEVER MEANT MUCH TO ME BUT ILL COME WITH YOU IF YOURE SURE ITS WHAT YOU NEED

love love lovvveeeeee the beat that comes in a bit before that part

sad cowgirl winter lets go girls

i am halfway through this album and ive made more notes than i have for some albums twice the length thats how good 13 track albums always are

its not a real cowboy album if youre not spending the last two minutes of a nine and a half minute song just vocalizing

oh the nexts songs called gibson girl ive heard of that but i forgot what it is hang on

a type of drawing by a man named Charles Gibson of the ideal woman of the 1890s ooh should be interesting

the intro for this songgggg

the production is the fucking besttttt

the echoes for this one too yesss i love this shitttt

i dont even know what image to put this over but just youre all the same black leather and dark glasses pourin another while i shake my ass hes cold blooded so it takes more time to bleed obsession with the money addicted to the drugs says hes in love with my body thats why hes fucking it up

the guitar breakkkkkkk:PO(*&^%$^;l;pqokpiaw

next ones name is ptolemaea so lemme go look that up too

oh yeahhh that greek astrologer dude okay

ooh the distortion in the beginningggg

the intensity building is so horror-like i love it

the screech on the last stop made me jump a lil goodbye

I am the face of loves rage what the fuck

the guitar and drums all getting more intense after that line remind of of the end of I Know The End by Phoebe Bridgers ill take ten million more songs with that please

the entire ending um???

its a good thing i decided to listen to this album around noon and not the middle of the night because i love demonic speaking parts but not when my eyes arent adjusted to the dark girl

ooh august underground is an instrumental i went to look up the lyrics and apparently its named after a horror film trilogy so ill probably check that out soon

televangelism is also purely instrumental and genius says its ethels ascent to heaven as music god this sounds gorgeous

what i wouldnt give to be in church this sunday listening to the choir so heartfelt all singing god loves you but not enough to save you so good luck on your own baby so i said fine cause thats how my daddy raised if they strike one once then you just hit em twice as hard but in the end the fire bent under the weight they gave me and this heart would break and fall twice as far eating these lyrics

WE ALL KNOW HOW IT GOES THE MORE IT HURTS THE LESS IT SHOWS BUT I STILL FEEL LIKE THEY ALL KNOW AND THATS WHY I COULD NEVER G O BACK HOME E T H E L THERE IS NO NEED TO EXPOSE ME LIKE THIS???

SO I MET HIM THERE AND TOLD HIM I BELIEVE SINGING IF ITS MEANT TO BE THEN IT WILL BE AND I FORGIVE IT ALL AS IT COMES BACK TO ME IM STILL PRAYING FOR THAT HOUSE IN NEBRASKA BY THE HIGHWAY OUT ON THE EDGE OF TOWN DANCING WITH THE WINDOWS OPEN I CANT LET GO WHEN SOMETHINGS BROKEN ITS ALL I KNOW AND ITS ALL I WANNA KNOW

one more song i have no idea what to say

freezer bride, your sweet divine look i have been obsessed with the locked tomb for over a year im not going to NOT think of Alecto when i see this

when my mother sees me on the side of a carton in winn-dixie's dairy aisle like the one promo picture for this right

and arlington's in texas👀👀👀

f.inisheddd thea lbum(*&#!OHPI#!HFo

wow what the hell was that im going to obsess over it forever

if there is not a colored vinyl of this i am going to fucking murder someone this deserves something gorgeous for me to stare at while its playing

in conclusion i cannot in any way let my religious mother know im trying to get this album so im going to work with my friend who helps me get explicit/gay music my mom wont let me because spotifys alright but i need to listen to this on my little portable cd player with headphones on full blast on the floor in the middle of the night because truly every album experience is better that way but especially shit like this

ethel if youre reading this how the everloving FUCK is this your debut album this literally deserves a grammy we all know they havent been shit for a while but if you dont get one for this im going to maul the entire Academy for real. keep doing weird shit i literally heard about you from Morning Elvis with Florence, my number one weird music woman and her taste has not failed me yet, especially not after an hour of being immersed in this

[petrichormeraki]

i saw senpai @shadeswift99 do this so now im inspired:

Hermits Ranked On How Much I Could Fight Them And Win:

Welsknight: this bitch doesn’t even need to touch me. he would obliterate me just by rap roasting me so hard i would instantly disintegrate. 0/10 i would have no chance 

Grian: if i didn’t know any better i would take him. unfortunately i do know better and i know he’s stronger than all the other hermits that met irl at a convention and he absolutely destroyed a strength arcade game. 4/10 only because he has hollow bones but he would just evade me until i got tired and then punch my lights out

TFC: tfc would take me the fuck out with his one arm and leg, but i really feel like he just wouldnt bother. -10/10 bc i would never lay a fucking finger on my minecraft grandpa, he’s been through too much already. even if i did square up he is probably jacked as shit from mining for miles on end. no way 

Bdubs: bdubs would absolutely beat me on sheer strength, but he suffers from Little Guy Syndrome just like i do so id be able to take him out by insulting his height and distracting him since i know from experience that is what tics little guys off the most. however he also completely feral and is barely keeping a lid on it so he would stab me without any prompting. 3/10

Scar: nope. man is fucking giant and he’s too sweet to even consider a fight. i dont like using that cop out but i mean it in this instance. plus jellie would absolutely tear me apart if i even came near her boy with malicious intent and thats not how i want to die. 1/10 because i would win but at what cost.

Cub: man looks old as shit and is a government enforcer. i would not hesitate to fight him. 6/10 only because he has vex friends that would destroy me if i touched him

Cleo: she would break my legs and i wouldnt even be mad. i mentally could never throw a punch at her because zombies scare the living fuck out of me. i would instantly lose 0/10

False: i would die. -100/10

Stress: she was a drum player which means she has a lot of pent up aggression in there somewhere and i cannot compete with that. she also carries around flowers and that would take me out via allergy attack if i even got close. 4/10 because i think i could do it on principal but i also know i wouldnt be able to realistically

xB: mans has literally murdered in cold blood in season six, i fear him. he seems docile but thats all a facade and i know it. 2/10 only because fear would make me stronger but not strong enough

Tango: he would physically be very tough because of wrangling ravagers but he is also an idiot. thats not much advantage to me because so am i. 5/10 i think it would be an even split on who would win

Zedaph: in straight hand to hand i would obliterate him. however he unironically makes deadly traps just for people that visit his base so uh. 7/10 because i would drop him but he’s also too much of a violent introvert to even let me get close

Mumbo: he’s tall and buff but he’s too self conscious to use his physical attributes to his full potential. all i need to do is aim for the middle and he’d fall like a timbered tree. 8/10 only because i cant reach his face (and even if i could i wouldnt go for it bc of the beautiful mustache) 

Hypno: i know nothing about him and that scares me. ???/10

Keralis: he’s very sweet but he’s also rich. sorry keralis. 10/10 

Xisuma: i would give it my best shot but honestly i wouldnt even be able to touch him. he’s the fucking doomguy!!! what am i supposed to do!! 0/10

Iskall: he’s an assassin and built like a brick shit house. he’s also too friendly, i would unconsciously pull my punches because i don’t feel right about fighting such a nice guy. 0/10 he would actually take my life

Impulse: also a drummer. he is unsure if he’s actually human or not and that fact alone means he would be able to take me the fuck out. 2/10 he’s also a government enforcer and i want to fight him but i wouldnt last long 

Doc: he fought a god and only lost an arm. -10/10

Jevin: i could probably take him but the fact that he consists entirely of the substance that makes my bones want to escape my body means i would not fucking touch him if you paid me. 0/10 

Beef: he seems like a genuinely cool and fun guy but he wears a blood covered apron all the time so god knows what he’d do to me. he’s also smart enough to make advancements in technology that the human race has only dreamed of achieving. 0/10 because he looks like my dad and i would never fight him

Etho: he terrifies me. he canadian so that’d make me let my guard down slightly but then he’d sic an army of endermites on me. he’s an OG and i would not survive. 0/10  

Ren: he’s puppy. i would never dream of punching a dog in the face. even if i did, ren is so casually horny that i would whiff every shot out of sheer embarrassment. 5/10 because we would stalemate. 

[lightsovermonaco]

His Good Sweater: Chapter 18

Masterlist

Thanks to @acollectionofficsandshit for being my bestie and beta reading! This would have never happened without her ❤ Make sure you read Roman Profile, set in the same universe!

Word Count: 7.6k

Abu Dhabi holds a special place in Pierre's heart. The food is great, the views are spectacular, and there is always plenty to do to keep him busy. Night races are some of the more exciting races too and Pierre appreciated the variety.

Coming into the final race of the season, Pierre holds on to seventh in the championship by a few points. Perez sensed the usurper creeping up on his seat and had cranked it up to eleven. 

Exams had kept you in London for the race in Brazil, where Pierre had finished sixth and Checo DNF'd. You had managed to fly out for the weekend in Saudi Arabia, where Perez had finished fifth and closed the gap to Pierre to only four points behind. 

If Pierre didn't finish ahead of Perez this weekend, he was fucked. And he was at the distinct disadvantage of his good luck charm being absent, stuck in London finishing up your final few exams of the semester. Two weeks without seeing you coupled with barely hearing from you had worn on him. It wasn't purposeful on your part but Pierre's stress was already compressed like the suspension on his car. Stray an inch too far over the racing line, hit a curb too hard and it was liable to snap, sending bits and pieces flying.

Pierre checks his phone for the millionth time as he waits to check in to the hotel. Wednesday was late for this many crew members to be arriving. His main concern though was that you hadn't responded to the text he'd sent you upon landing.

"Look lively, will you?" Max claps Pierre on the shoulder and he slides his phone into his pocket. "It's the last race of the season. We get to go balls to the wall and leave it all out in the track. And here you are looking like a kicked puppy."

"Easy for you to say," Pierre starts, grinning at his friend. "You clinched the title weeks ago. You don't even have to race this weekend if you don't want to and you'd still win."

"Doesn't mean I won't be shooting for a podium."

Pierre rolls his eyes. "Yeah well we can't all be so lucky, can we?"

"Next year you'll be playing with the big dogs." Max hands the receptionist his ID, says a few words and turns back to Pierre. "Looking forward to having you as a teammate again. It was fun for those couple races and I'm sure you'll be a challenge now that you've found your groove."

"You're gonna jinx it if you keep talking." Pierre laughs, praying that it covers up the old wound Max's statement picked open. Pierre hated the idea of moving back to Red Bull but he didn't have much choice. He was still contracted to one of four Red Bull branded seats for next season. A promotion, at the very least, would help him showcase his talent and further cement his value. If he had to spend any longer than that with the team, ripping out his hair was a real possibility.

"Wasn't someone supposed to be with you this weekend?" Max quirks a brow. "Where is she?"

"In London." Max bringing you up doesn't help the pit forming in Pierre's stomach. Win or lose, seventh or eighth, Red Bull or Alpha Tauri, come Sunday Pierre wanted you at his side. Interview requests were bound to roll in either way and Pierre would need someone to ground him, a task much easier to accomplish if you were physically at his side.

"Too bad." Max clicks his tongue and takes his room keys from the receptionist. "It's gonna be a fun weekend."

"I don't think-"

Pierre's vision goes dark at the same time someone whispers, "Guess who?"

Pierre sucks in a breath, spins on his heel and wraps you in a hug in one smooth motion. You laugh as he lifts you off your feet and presses kisses to your cheeks. 

"What are you doing here?" He grabs both suitcases and tugs you aside. His room can wait.

"Tost asked me to come." Your grin is contagious, its twin appearing on Pierre's own cheeks. "He said that since you were flying out from Milan on your own there was an extra seat on the jet, so if I got myself to Nice I could fly out with the Red Bull boys."

"Seven hours trapped in a tin can with Max, Yuki and Checo?" Pierre rubs his chest. "I've got heartburn just thinking about that."

"It wasn't so bad," you say, finally giving him a proper kiss. "Yuki and I just played games on our phones the whole time. And I beat Max at Scrabble."

"How many Dutch words did he try to use?"

"Mmm, about half the words he tried were definitely not English."

"Yep, sounds about right." Pierre throws an arm around your shoulders and leads you back to the reception desk. He pays for an upgraded room when you aren't looking- though when you're assigned a suite there's not much higher you can go- and slips the woman behind the counter an extra bill for good measure.

"I could use a nap," you note, leaning against Pierre like you'd otherwise fall over. "I didn't get much sleep last night."

Pierre checks his watch. "We've got time for a nap."

"We?" Your raised eyebrow is question enough. Pierre smiles and swipes his key card once you're in the elevator with him. He hadn't looked at the price of the room but he was positive it was more than he'd spent on a single night in his entire career, considering it occupies an entire floor of the swanky hotel.

"It's date night," Pierre says simply. Initially his plan had been to invite Charles over for a game of Fifa but the Monegasque wouldn’t fault him for cancelling at the last minute. "We're in one of the most luxurious cities in the world and I'm going to show you off every chance I get. The restaurant down stairs is to die for."

Your attempt at nodding along with what he says is thwarted by a yawn. "Sleep first, eat later." Seeing as it was impossible to deny you, Pierre simply drops a kiss to the crown of your head.

"Wait until you see our room." The way your eyes light up when he says our room makes him want to say it again and again just to see you sparkle.

"I know you upgraded it, Mr. I-think-I'm-sneaky." You uncurl yourself from against his arm when the elevator chimes. "How much did it cost?"

"A few extra pennies."

The stainless steel doors open directly into the suite. The living space is dominated by a curving crescent of full length windows overlooking the cerulean harbor and the jagged steel of the city skyline beyond. Suitcase forgotten, your jaw drags along the floor as you toe off your shoes in favor of sinking onto one of the half moon couches situated around a low coffee table.

"Did you get some sort of bonus you didn't tell me about?" Pierre sees your inner engineer cataloging the chandelier dripping crystals over the carved dining table and the pattern of the black veined marble flooring. "This cost more than a few pennies."

"I didn't really look at the price so it's possible," he admits. In the end it was worth it to see you like this, happy as a pig in mud. Pierre was in his element at the track you were in yours in beautiful buildings. For all Pierre cared you could be sharing a dingy room at a motel; it would still be five star worthy with you there. 

Every once in a while though, you deserve a bit of pampering for all you put up with. Late nights and months apart wasn’t easy on either of you, but you stuck by him. And when the day comes that Pierre retires or loses his seat, you would be the one there to comfort him. Spending frivolous amounts of money to see you smile was nothing in the grand scheme of things. 

In Pierre’s world, money is temporary, you are forever.

"Well I have half a mind to tear into you for spending so much on a room we won't spend all that much time in," you start, your star-speckled gaze landing on Pierre, "the view is too pretty to be upset about."

"Mine isn't half bad either." You laugh, tucking an errant hair behind your ear. You both know he isn’t referring to the glittering bay or the expensive furnishings.

"Up," Pierre demands softly, holding out his hand. Your hand is warm and dwarfed by his long fingers but you barely seem to notice. The heart in his chest pounds for no discernable reason as he leads you down the narrow hall past doors leading to what he can only assume are bedrooms and bathrooms, to the one at the end of the hall. Based on his mental floor plan this one has the best view, if he's guessed correctly.

Your breezy oh confirms his hunch. You stutter at the threshold, coming up short behind him to bathe in the beauty of the sea, dotted through with white sails. Sunlight twinkles off the waves and if he breathes deep enough, he can almost smell the salt.

"Come on," Pierre says with a chuckle, urging you to fall into the fluffy down of the bed with him. You follow reluctantly, too enamored by the sights to pay any real attention to how Pierre arranges your limbs to his liking, your head resting on his chest and your joined hands laying atop his stomach.

"How about that nap?" He murmurs, running the fingers of his free hand through your unbound hair. 

You sigh and snuggle in closer. It was rare that Pierre had the opportunity to steal moments like this during a race week, when he had nothing better to do than tangle himself in you.

"I'll tell you a story." 

Just as he expected, you leap at the offer. "Can you tell me the one about the time you and Charles got in trouble when you were karting?"

Normally he opts for something fictional that allows him to embellish the details to fit his narrative. Pierre loved spinning tales rife with laughter and intrigue but he also didn't mind indulging your curiosity.

"Yeah, I can tell that one. Let me set the scene. It's midnight on a Friday at a little track outside Rouen. Two gangly teenage boys, one French and one definitely, positively not French, have nothing better to do than get themselves in trouble…"

**********

Fans began whispering when Pierre set foot in the lobby. The price of stardom was high and had taken years to get used to. Some days the bombardment of people asking for photos and autographs overwhelmed him to the point he was desperate for an out. Most people respected his boundaries and when they sensed it was too much, they backed off. Other days it was simply too much and he would mumble excuses and book it out the door.

The pressure increases tenfold when he steps into the lobby with you on his arm, the pair of you dressed to the nines. He clocks a group of women- clearly tourists based on their body language- perched on a sofa the minute their low murmurs turn into excited squeals.

Pierre mentally braces for you to stiffen or stop altogether but you do neither. You carry on unaffected, either ignoring them or completely oblivious to the women who do nothing to hide their pointed stares.

"Table for two please." You smile at the restaurant host and then at Pierre. You must not have noticed the fans then. You were getting better at coping with the photos and whispers, although your smile usually became forced the longer it dragged on, the polar opposite of you currently beaming at him.

Pierre's shoulders sag a bit when you're led to a secluded table towards the rear of the dining space. Privacy wasn't a luxury he was often afforded. With his back to a wall of windows, there were fewer angles for people to approach from which was a small comfort.

Apparently you find sitting across from Pierre unacceptable because you shuffle your chair to his side of the table before plopping down in it. Pierre shoots you a questioning look but keeps his mouth shut. Inquiring after your motives didn't tend to end well for him.

Instead he leans over to kiss your cheek, relishing the blush his lips coax to the surface.

“It all sounds good,” you say, scanning the menu. “You’ve been here before, I take it?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah I have. It’s all wonderful.” 

The fans from the lobby remain in the blurred fringes of his vision. Pierre does his best to focus on the waitress explaining the specials. He tunes in automatically to the fan’s heavily accented English as they argue with the host, vying for a table as close to Pierre as possible.

Their phones remain out as an annoyed waiter tries and fails to coax the gaggle of girls into ordering something. Pierre drags a hand through his hair.

Being the center of attention usually doesn't bother him. Coping with the spotlight and the scrutiny that accompanies it is second nature; if the press conferences at Spa in 2019 had taught him anything, it was the importance of a solid poker face. Fame is new to you though and interactions with polite fans make you nervous. Having your picture taken without permission and splashed on social media? Forget about it. Pierre didn't care to find out how you'd react.

"Don't be nervous." You lay a hand on Pierre's thigh. The touch is enough to temporarily pause his bouncing leg. "You're going to do amazing this weekend. All you have to do is finish in front of Checo and you're golden."

How you haven't noticed the girls giggling mere yards away is beyond him. The last thing he wants to do is ruin this perfect, beautiful moment of bliss. You look gorgeous with your painted lips and that sinful black dress that he doubts can be comfortable based on how it hugs your curves like water. To top it off, the pride in your gaze is something to behold, making it impossible to doubt himself when you so clearly and openly believe he can conquer the world.

But it's better to tell you now versus you finding out on social media later. "That's not what's bothering me."

"Oh?" You sit straighter and set the menu down. "What is it then? Because if it's Horner, I have no problem marching in there and chewing him out. Birdy will back me up."

Despite himself, Pierre can't hold back his smile. "Where did all this confidence come from, hmm?"

"I'm learning," you insist, nodding your head firmly. "I'm growing as a person and you should be proud."

"I never said I wasn't." Maybe you'd spent the last month at university interacting with racing fans on campus. Perhaps being exposed to endless questions in a setting you controlled was the key. "Did you take a course in confidence at university?"

You scrunch up your nose and laugh in the most adorable way. Pierre's heart lurches at the sight, regardless if it was him you were laughing at.

"No, but I did make a few new friends that have a habit of pestering me about you." You jab a finger in his side for good measure. "It helped, I think. I don't look for cameras as much anymore. You're my focus now, not paps that may or may not be lurking in bushes."

"I knew it." Pierre is slightly impressed that he'd hit the nail squarely on the head. "I figured there had to be someone at uni responsible for helping you out."

You shrug and purse your lips. "I guess we'll have to see how I handle this weekend. I mean, there's bound to be press trying to corner me, what with the stakes and all. But I think I can take them." You raise your fists in front of your face and Pierre has to laugh. 

“Throw a punch like that and you’ll break a finger.” He takes one of your clenched fists in his and untucks your thumb from under your fingers. “That’s how you make a proper fist. And you hit with these knuckles here- make sure you distribute the blow across all four, or you’ll be hurting.”

“Regardless,” you say, jabbing the air a few times, “The shock factor of having little old me in their face ought to be enough to earn me an advantage.”

Pierre finishes the lap to circle back to the topic at hand. "How about we test your confidence?” 

"Okay," you say, dragging out the 'a' until it hangs in the air between you like a spider's web. 

Pierre rakes a hand through his hair and nods to the girls a few tables away. "They've been taking pictures since we sat down. I'm sure they'll be all over Instagram in an hour, if they aren't already."

You steal a glance at the table in question under the guise of grabbing something from your purse. You hum, contemplating how to go about responding. Pierre is almost certain you'll ask to head back upstairs where it's just the two of you, no cameras or outside influence to ruin your night. His wallet is already out under the table, ready to leave a hefty tip for putting up with your drink-and-dash.

“We aren’t doing anything interesting,” you point out, swirling the knuckle’s worth of whiskey in your glass. “Why do they feel the need to document every passing second?”

Pierre lifts a shoulder in a shrug. “It’s just what some people do. If you’re uncomfortable we can go.”

“Who said anything about leaving?” You scoff, the corners of your lips turned up in a teasing smile. “I figure the best course of action is to give them something worth photographing.”

“What do you-”

Pierre’s yelp is decidedly unsexy when you yank him forward by his tie and attach your lips to his. Caught entirely off guard, he flounders for a moment before he catches himself and sinks into you. One hand on your cheek and the other creeping up your thigh, Pierre slides his tongue over the seam of your lips. You don't hesitate to obey the silent command.

He should be embarrassed. He should be contemplating the consequences of this kiss being splashed across tabloids the world over. He can’t bring himself to care, not when you’re the only release he needs and something as simple as a kiss sets his skin alight and causes any sane thoughts to trickle from his head.

Nothing matters. You're kissing him and your hand is a few inches below his hip on his right thigh, burning a brand that he prays leaves a puckered pink scar. Your scent and your mouth and your unmistakable hiss of pleasure saps the worry from his limbs. He's floating up off his chair, lungs filling with helium as you steal every last molecule of oxygen from the room.

Just like that, Pierre is the one that's roaring to leave for an entirely different reason.

Your hand on his jaw keeps your lips a hair's breadth apart as you whisper, "Are they staring?"

A blissed out nod is all he manages. Thoughts evade him and speaking is utterly out of the question when your lips are within striking distance. He surges forward for another kiss, heavier on teeth than on tongue. He makes sure to hold your lower lip between his teeth longer than necessary, putting on a show now that you've given him permission.

"Pierre," you murmur, using the hand splayed on his chest to push him away. The whine that escapes him is wholly unintentional. Thankfully it's low enough that only you hear, pressing a finger to your sinful lips.

"Down, boy." You extricate his hand from the dimpled flesh of your hip and place it chastely in his own lap. "We've accomplished what I wanted to."

Saying you tossing a wink over your shoulder at the intrusive fans isn't the hottest thing he's ever seen would be a lie. Pierre needed to be sure to thank Daniel's girlfriend the next time he saw her for whatever the hell she said to finally bestow you with a healthy serving of self-assurance because this new you is an entirely different entity, one Pierre intends to explore at the next opportunity.

"Problem solved." You brush your hands together and Pierre half expects to see dust clouds in the air like you'd just finished a woodshop project. 

Pierre's brain is operating on a ten second delay. So really, normal operating procedure when he was in your vicinity. "I don't think we've accomplished everything I'd like to get done."

"We have a dinner to finish first." You pick up your menu and resume browsing like you hadn't just forcibly ripped his appetite for anything other than you right out of him. "The salmon sounds good, don't you think?"

"You sound good," Pierre mumbles under his breath and picks up his own menu. God, he'd love to let his fingers drift to the apex of your thighs. You’re always cute when you squirm. It was so simple to do too, all you needed was a brush of his knuckle to your center and you'd be gasping.

"Are you ready to order?"

The soft-spoken waitress bursts Pierre's bubble. She brings fresh drinks and jots down an order of two salmon fillets and leaves with a smile. 

How Pierre has managed to make it this long without fucking you is beyond him. From the moment you surprised him in the lobby, his limbs have been thrumming with energy. And now your surprise kiss had been the pebble that preceded an avalanche of feverish longing. Those red painted lips would look better wrapped around his-

The pointed toe of your shoe digs into his calf. "Quit staring."

"Either you let me daydream or you let me take you upstairs,” Pierre quips back, licking his lips before he can catch himself.

"Can we get through one date without you mentally undressing me?"

Pierre dips his grin in a vat of lust, his words dripping with waxy promise. "No. Not when I know that as soon as we're alone, you'll let me do what I want."

"And what about what I want?" Your pouted lip does absolutely nothing but push his mind further in the gutter. 

"Your wish is my command." His hand floats under the hem of your dress to graze along your core. And there it is, that sound he would swim across oceans to hear, your chastizing gasp of surprise. 

The cross way you whisper his name is a thing of dreams. No one else's name sounded like that on your tongue, that honor is reserved solely for Pierre. The two breathless syllables are more exhilarating than standing on the top step. The rush of adrenaline that accompanies them is ten times what he is rewarded with when passing a world champion on track. He'll give it all up to hear you repeat it when you're pissed or lonely or tired- he just wants your voice echoing in his ears like a broken record.

You move his hand a safe distance down your thigh, nearly at your knee. Pierre gives your leg a sharp squeeze. "Can we please get our dinner to go?"

"Not tonight. You can wait, mon amour."

The French rolls off your tongue awkwardly but Pierre will be the last to complain. Your encyclopedic knowledge of which buttons to press when had come back to bite him in the ass.

"That's not fair." His pout is a mirror image of the one you turned on him earlier. "You can't use my own language against me."

You pat your pockets as if searching for something and shrug when you come up empty. "I don't see a rulebook anywhere."

Reminding you what happens when you tease him shoots to the top of his to do list. "I'll play if you wanna play, ma chérie. Don't bite off more than you can chew."

"I think you're forgetting who usually wins off track."

Pierre can't help it. He takes advantage of his superior reflexes and surges forward to claim another searing kiss. You did normally win and it wasn't for lack of trying on his end. No matter the tactic he employed, you generally got the better of him. Not that he minded.

"Why don't you come here?" He purposely grazes his lips to your ear as he speaks and grins when a shiver runs down your spine. 

"Because we are in public," you hiss back, though the way your head tips to the side betrays you. Pierre's nose touches the underside of your jaw and you struggle to find your breath.

"We should eat." A self satisfied smile splits his face when he notices your heaving chest and wild eyes. 

"When did our food get here?" Pierre did that. He got you so worked up that you blocked out your surroundings so thoroughly that you hadn't heard the clink of plates. Pierre wears that fact like a badge of honor.

"A minute or so ago. Remind me again who's winning?"

"We may be even," you relent, adjusting the skirt of your dress. Yeah, even isn't the word he would pick, considering how flustered you are. It's a good thing Pierre has learned to eat with one hand because he doesn't plan on moving the arm currently slung over the back of your chair anytime soon. His finger traces the letters of his name on the bare skin of your shoulder. Whether you realize what he's writing or not you lean into him as you eat, falling in closer with each lemon-scented bite.

"Excuse me?"

You don't bother to look up but Pierre does. Disappointment washes over him when he is met by one of the fans, apparently deeming now to be the appropriate time to approach him, while clearly on a date, in the middle of a meal.

"I'll be happy to take a photo once I'm done." Sometimes passive aggressiveness works best with people like this, who have no regard for personal space. "Right now I would prefer to be alone, thanks."

"Oh, right." The blonde giggles, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "You two make a… cute couple?" The end of her sentence turns up and your fork falls to your plate.

Pierre tucks you a little closer to his side, both possessive and reassuring. "We know."

Your discomfort is plain, the way you curl in on yourself making his heart hurt. But you surprise him by taking a deep breath and turning to the woman with a smile. 

"If you'd let us finish our meal, I would appreciate it. We can stop by on our way out and chat with you." Sylvie would be proud of that answer. Diplomatically phrased and said with a smile that negates any negative connotations.

"Of course." The blonde's smile is sickly sweet. To Pierre she adds, "Good luck on Sunday."

Pierre nods. The woman's rude behavior didn't warrant a verbal response. She mumbles a feeble goodbye before slinking back to her friends. If nothing else at least their whispers died down, put out by his behavior. 

Pierre loves his fans. Without them he wouldn't have a sport to compete in, and of course he appreciated their endless support. Stopping for photos or autographs had gotten him in trouble with Marko multiple times for being late to meetings that usually turned out to be pointless anyway. As a whole, their enthusiasm gives him an extra boost on Sundays and lifts his spirits after a bad weekend.

And then sometimes there were people like the blonde woman that had interrupted his dinner. Those people he has far less tolerance for. Basic manners were imperative to Pierre giving someone the light of day, otherwise he saw no need to waste time and energy on them.

"All good, ma chérie?" Pierre rubs your shoulder, hoping it'll stave off any anxiety.

"I'm good," you confirm with a nod of your head. "Let's finish up and go to our room."

Pierre presses a kiss to your temple and scarfs down the remainder of his meal in record time. He flags down the waitress and hands her his card, leaving a substantial tip when she returns with the check.

“Can you distract that table?” Pierre asks, aware of how unusual the request likely is. “I’d like to get out of here without making a scene.”

“Of course,” the waitress says with a warm, sincere smile. Pierre waits until she loudly announces, “Excuse me? Your card has been declined, do you have another method of payment?”

Neither of you can contain your laughter as you stumble through the lobby. In the sanctity of the elevator, Pierre wraps his arms around your middle and molds himself against you. "You look especially gorgeous tonight."

"You're not too bad yourself." One of your hands finds the nape of his neck, guiding his face to the crook of your shoulder. Pierre takes the invitation at face value and nips at the sensitive skin. Your hum goes straight to his cock, twitching against the swell of your ass.

"I win," you purr, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging. 

For once Pierre is glad to be in the world's slowest elevator. Since he's already lost, he might as well lose in style. He spins you to face the mirrored wall. And because he knows it'll make you tremble, he trails his hand lazily over your throat to grip your jaw.

A low moan leaves your parted lips. Pierre studies your reflection, from your hands gripping the railing to the skin dimpling beneath his fingers. 

"Fine, you win this time. But I think you and I both know, I'll come out ahead in the end."

**********

Waking up to soft kisses will never get old. Thirty years from now when Pierre was retired and you fell asleep each night with his arms around you, you'd still yearn for the brush of his lips to your cheeks, neck, and shoulders to rouse you from the violet shores of sleep.

"Good morning," you mumble, a sentiment which Pierre echoes with his gruff, sleep tinged voice. "Sleep well?"

"Best sleep I've ever gotten. You tired me out last night." You both grin at the reminder. Fueled by a slight tinge of jealousy after the women at the restaurant made eyes at him, you had refused to let him tumble into bed until well past midnight, when you both were well and truly exhausted. Thursday is press day, nothing strenuous that he couldn't afford to be a little sore for.

Pierre rolls to straddle your hips, lips capturing yours for a proper kiss. The taste of freshly brushed mint makes your skin tingle when he tugs your lip between his teeth.

"It's too early for that." You throw your arms around his neck and urge him to bend his elbows until he falls atop you. It takes him a moment to snuggle in, his head on your chest and his arms sliding under your middle. 

You're convinced that ten minutes in this position can cure any ailments, physical or mental. The weight of your soulmate pressing into you, forcing you to focus on breathing instead of whatever might be bothering you. It's easy to forget about the outside world when everything you require to be happy is wrapped around you like a blanket.

You stroke a hand over Pierre's hair until his breathing evens out, only rousing him when the sun peeks over the harbor. Amiable silence fills the space as hues of orange and pink paint Pierre in swaths of color. Suddenly you're seeing him for the first time, completely enamored by the angles of his cheekbones and the sharp cut of his stubbled jaw. The golden hour of dawn shines on it's golden boy, his lashes brushing his cheeks as he turns towards the warmth calling him home.

"Pyry and I are going for a run soon if you'd like to come with us."

You cringe. Running used to be fun when you were in school, but seeing as you hadn't properly trained in years you doubted you could keep up with a pair of professionals. "How about you text me when you're back and I'll come to the gym with you? It looks fancy, if George's snaps are anything to go by."

Pierre trails kisses up your sternum, over your neck and only speaks once he's reached your lips. "Looking at other men, are you?"

"Shut up," you laugh, shoving him off you. "I'll have you know it was a rare shirt on picture, thank you very much. I don't need to see George shirtless ever again."

A satisfied, "Good," rumbles from Pierre's chest and he stands to stretch the lingering sleep from his limbs. Clad in nothing but a pair of white four inch inseam shorts and with his back to you, you grin as an idea forms. You scramble forward before he can process you moving and smack his ass so hard he yelps.

"Gotcha!" You devolve into a fit of giggles as he rubs the spot you hit, whining about you taking advantage of his distraction.

"You like it," you tease, and Pierre remains strictly pouty for two whole seconds before he breaks into a grin and nods. "Now put on a shirt and get downstairs before Pyry calls you and you get reamed for being late again."

Pierre leans down for one last kiss before rushing off to the lobby. Waking up before the sun leaves you plenty of time to laze about if you choose to. Kicking your butt into gear seems like the better option so you drag yourself out of the relative warmth of the sheets and shuffle to the kitchen in search of coffee. 

Apparently the suite came fully stocked with a handful of different freshly ground blends, and much to your delight you recognize one of your favorites. You scroll through the room service menu on your phone while it brews. Without a doubt Pyry would rope you in to whatever workout he had planned for Pierre, albeit giving you a watered down version of what he gave the driver. Regardless, it would still be grueling and you needed to fuel up.

A hearty breakfast of fresh fruit and cinnamon sugar oatmeal shows up at your door ten minutes later. You're just finishing up when Pierre's snapchat comes through and you nearly choke.

Come on down baby

The sweaty, shirtless selfie that accompanies the caption is wholly unnecessary. Pierre's stupid tongue sticks out and the fingers of one hand are tangled in his hair. The muscle of his bicep is perfectly flexed, an obvious but appreciated attempt to rile you up. You shamelessly screenshot the photo before it disappears to save it for later.

You change into a simple set of leggings and a loose t-shirt and head to the elevator, curating your music queue on the way down.

The outdoor gym overlooks a pool of the same crystalline blue as the sea not far beyond. A few Alpha Tauri and Red Bull team members you recognize occupy a handful of machines. You wave at the ones you recognize, including Alana- she was a sight for sore eyes. You make a mental note to catch up with her at some point today, as you're sure to cross paths again.

Pyry spots you before Pierre does and waves you over. "Start stretching," the fin orders, "I'm glad you dressed for the occasion this time."

"I've learned my lesson." You plop down next to Pierre and lean into a stretch to stage whisper, "He drives you this hard?"

"Get used to it." Pierre shoots you a grin that sets you on fire. He's got a shirt on now, which means he only took it off earlier to send you that snap. Tease.

Any other time you'd chide him for his behavior but this weekend you let it slide. Tension has been brewing since the moment you spotted him across the lobby; simple things tip you off to the stress winding up in him. If flirting could offer him a small amount of release, then so be it, even if it was torturous for you to see him like this and be unable to do anything about it.

"If you two can't get through this without making heart eyes at each other I'll separate you," Pyry warns, pushing at your shoulders and helping you stretch a few more inches. You hide your wince and laugh, leaning into the slight burn.

"Sorry coach," Pierre chimes in, "I'll keep my hands to myself, don't worry." He accepts Pyry's hand to be pulled to his feet. Bouncing on his toes he throws a few punches at the air and catches your gaze over his trainer's shoulder.

"Definitely not you I'm worried about."

As Pyry says it, you blow Pierre a kiss. You quickly tuck your hands behind your back when Pyry's head whips around. Your cheshire grin gets you off the hook and Pyry just points to the stationary bike in silent command. At least he was going easy on you.

Headphones pumping a Pierre curated playlist, you lose track of time as you cycle mile after mile. Pierre sparring on the fringes of your vision helps distract you from burning muscles. Sweat soaks his black tee and is absorbed by the waistband of his oddly patterned orange and white shorts. No matter how incessantly you tease him for his fashion choices, he never fails to amaze you for how well he pulls it all off.

Lost in the music and the incredible view, it takes you a moment to realize Pierre's lips aren't just moving silently. You yank out an ear bud and blubber, "What did you say?"

Pierre's breathless laugh is accompanied by a shake of his head. He half curls in on himself, hands on his hips and mouth agape as he tries to catch his breath. The image stirs memories of the last night, when he was panting just like that but with nothing obscuring you from drinking in his godlike muscled body.

"I said," Pierre starts, walking over to kiss your cheek, "I need a shower before press. I'm going upstairs. You can stay here and Pyry can take you through some more-"

"No thanks!" Pyry shrugs off your immediate refusal. Training top tier athletes and training you sat at polar opposite ends of the spectrum and often times the Fin pushed you farther than you thought capable. You'd like to be able to function tomorrow, thank you very much.

The elevator ride to the suite is filled with salted kisses and wet touches. A breadcrumb trail of clothing leads from the stainless steel doors to the glass encased shower. There's not enough time to worship Pierre like you'd wanted to but he sighs when you run a soapy cloth over his body. Your lips follow the suds, leaving light kisses to the tender muscles. By the time you pour shampoo in your palm and lightly scratch at his scalp to work it into a lather, he's practically purring.

Media appearances are a necessary part of being a driver. Pierre usually handled them well enough on his own and occasionally with Sylvie's help when she could be bothered to get off her phone for a few minutes, but having you with him is different. You pride yourself on reading him well enough to know exactly what he needs. Some days, when the press isn't a pack of rabid animals, he returns to his driver's room and needs nothing more than a quick kiss to have him righted. On days when the pack of piranhas descend to feast on the bones of a bad session or the whispering of drama, a delicate touch is required.

If your suspicion proves right, today would be the latter. Being ahead of the frenzy might take the edge off when Pierre got in the thick of it.

When the tap cuts off, you step out and wrap Pierre in a fluffy towel. His smile communicates how grateful he is- and that he knows what you're doing.

You hand him a stack of Alpha Tauri branded clothes and sit on the foot of the bed. "Do you want me to come to the paddock with you?"

Pierre pauses with his shirt half on. "If you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind." You pluck a few of his rings from the nightstand and hold out your hand. "You have to complete the look."

"What would I do without you," he murmurs, slipping one on his pinky and one on the thumb of his opposite hand.

"Probably be ridiculed for your lack of fashion sense."

**********

As a driver's girlfriend, you had come to grips with being relegated to a background role when it came to team events. You have to ask Sylvie to repeat herself twice before her words sink in.

"Come with me to the media pen," the woman grits out. Apparently Tost intended to have some fun torturing the woman before he fired her at the end of the season. Hopefully whoever Pierre got stuck with next was a bit more personable than Sylvie.

"Pierre told me to wait here," you say, gesturing to the garage buzzing around you. You were a rock and the mechanics were the stream, parting around you without a care in the world. You were barely a blip on their radar, everyone too honed in on their tasks to pay you any mind.

"And now I'm telling you to come with me. The other wives and girlfriends are in attendance and it'll look odd if you're not there too." Clearly, Sylvie didn't like the idea. And any idea that pissed Sylvie off sounded like a good one.

"I know the way," you say and breeze past her. Your feet follow the familiar path to the cluster of reporters crowded around metal gates, keeping the drivers in like caged animals. It was fitting, considering how often people referred to the sport as a traveling circus.

Pierre is already knee deep in an interview with one of the more popular journalists in the bunch, Will Buxton. Careful to stay out of the lens, you lean against the guardrail to listen in. So far it seems to be going well, Pierre's laugh brings a smile to your face.

"So, Pierre." Will shifts on his feet, pausing to create a sense of drama. "Your seat for next year. We know you'll be in Alpha Tauri or at Red Bull. Only a few points separate you from being demoted right back to eighth in the championship, which would officially relegate you to keep your seat at Alpha for the upcoming season. Are you worried about a mechanical problem or an accident stripping you of your chance to prove yourself and leaving you stuck where you are?"

Your stomach sinks. Buxton knew how to phrase a question, you had to give him that. Each word had been carefully chosen to elicit an emotional response from Pierre. You hate seeing him backed into a corner, forced to answer the same questions again and again, helpless to prevent it.

"Well first of all I'd like to stay that I'm not stuck at Alpha." Pierre shifts his weight and you exhale. Buxton's poisoned dart had missed its mark.

"Given a few years of development I know we could have a really competitive car. But it's more so that I'm ready to move up, fight with the leaders now instead of waiting. I'm in my prime and I don't want to let that pass me by.

"So no, I'm not worried about things that are out of my control. My team has given me an amazing car this year and I'm not concerned about mechanical problems. Things out of my control aren't worth my energy. There's nothing I can do about it so I don't even give it thought. I'll focus on my driving and pushing my limit- if an accident happens, I'm just a passenger."

"Well said." Buxton nods and turns away, effectively dismissing Pierre. As soon as he's out of the camera's view he's reaching for you and you meet him halfway. Sylvie trails after you as Pierre leads you through to the Alpha garage.

"Five minutes until your briefing," Alana says the second you enter. "And hey girl. Don't think I've forgotten about that sweater I loaned you. I still want it back!"

Your friend doesn't leave any room for rebuttal before heading for the conference room, presumably to set up whatever presentation she had created. Sylvie had disappeared too, leaving you as the only one for Pierre to focus on.

"You think I can do it?" He asks quietly, playing with your interlaced fingers.

"I don't think." You tilt his chin up so he's looking at you. "I know. And I'll be right here when you cross that line on Sunday and bring home points. You've got this, baby. Don't doubt yourself now."

"Pierre!"

Your grip on his chin prevents him from following the voice, not that he would if he could. You shoot him a raucous grin, "Red Bull colors would look pretty good on me, huh?"

Pierre's smile is brighter than all the stars in the sky. "Anything with my name on it will do.”

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Black Widow thoughts SPOILERS!!!

Before going into spoilers I just have to say I really liked this movie. There are few things that I’d change. But overall, the good compensated the bad. I am satisfied.

What i absolutely loved:

The opening scene was great! Just like I expected, it’s so like The Americans. If you haven’t watch that show, it’s just the best spy series ever. And this scene felt a lot like that.

The opening credits scene WOW, again so much like The Americans. It’s so moving I almost cry. I really loved it. It’s shocking. I’m going to be listening to that cover repeatedly for the next few days.

I loved Mason, I always love to meet the person who helps these characters get all the IDs and everything they need. I love their relationship. O-T couldn’t shut up about his ship, he so wants Mason and Natasha to be a couple. He could have a crush, but I’m not sure she reciprocates. But I love Yelena saying he’s sensitive. He’s a softy, bless him 🥰 I hope he makes cameos in other movies.

Natasha vs Yelena OMG That fight was so raw, I don’t think we’ve ever seen a fight like that before! I mean, I suppose Disney + shows have that kind of fights, but it’s great to see it in a movie and in this particular movie!!! Often you see really well-choreographed fight sequences, but you don’t feel the punches... but here... I mean these women really went for it. It hurt watching them.

Natasha calling Dreykov’s daughter “collateral damage” was great. When Loki mentioned her I imagined a young adult, but it was only a child! And Natasha was willing to sacrifice her! I think that was great for a Marvel movie cause there’s no way of justifying it. She was just a little girl!!! And it plays with the whole “girls are expendable” narrative.

The traces of Clint and Nat playing X and Os was hilarious. I need a Marvel one-shot about that. It would be amazing and I bet they would have deep conversations to kill time.

I loved Red Guardian, he’s so pathetic. He only cares about himself and his glorious days. Loved his tattoos, I saw Yelena and Nat’s name, and Melina + Lenin and Marx!

I also loved to see the 3 generations of widows.

Melina reminded me so much of Elizabeth from The Americans. Her saying that the mission went great cause they fooled everyone... she was so indoctrinated.

YELENA BELOVA... everything.

She has 3 running gags: the vest, the cool way to die, and the pose!

“Why the aggression?” in deep Russian accent. lol

I liked the way they addressed the hysterectomy. The way Alexei makes this sexist comment about her period and Yelena takes this to talk about it and how graphic she was!

Ok but Yelena blowing up a tower and causing an avalanche!

The dinner table scene!

Can everybody please stop hurting Yelena! First Alexei talks about their family as a dreadful thing, then Melina talking proudly about “unlocking free will” and Natasha saying that the family was fake! 🥺

Natasha was only indoctrinated and it’s because of her that Dreykov decided to control them fully. That’s why Yelena’s story is more heartbreaking + she’s the baby of the family and she got it worse! And each and every one of them had part of responsibility in her suffering. Nat never looked back, like at least she should have made follow up to the status of the widows.

Is Yelena truly Russian? What if she was taken from somewhere else?!

Good job Natasha appealing to Dreykov’s fragile masculinity!

Taskmaster was great. I loved the twist that it was Drekov’s daughter.

THAT POST CREDIT SCENE left me speechless. I couldn’t breathe! Why would Val tell Yelena that Clint was responsible?! I’m assuming they told everyone about Natasha’s sacrifice and that’s why her grave have so much flowers. So, what’s Val’s plan?

I love every time they curse in Russian

The not so nicely done:

Why do they keep calling her “Romanoff”? I would expect that the Russian characters would call her “Romanova”

Also, if they were posing as an American family, why were her names still Russian. We don’t see them interacting with anyone, but Melina says “Yelena”. It’s not even that hard to do it. Call Natasha --> Nataly and Yelena --> Elena (that’s actually the name but the pronunciation changes it).

I wish they would have brought back Julie Deeply as the leader of the Red Room. 

There’s no way, none, Natasha and Yelena would have survived that crash. I mean, the car exploded, rolled, and then both are still fit to run!

Couldn’t Renner made a brief flashback scene? I appreciated how much he was mentioned, but I would have loved seeing him. I’m not even sure that’s his voice in the flashback.

Ok, but why was the guy at the gas station so chill? 😂 They were talking about being killers and I find a bit mean that he didn’t recognize Natasha. They literally said she was an Avenger. Maybe because they were talking in English. 

Some of the science makes absolutely no sense. There’s no way of “serving the nerve” like that. The pheromones either.

The floating base doesn’t make sense either.