#and now i have to spend the rest of my life knowing i had it and never will again

[valleydoli]

𝜗𝜚 Only You 𝜗𝜚

Cw 𝜗𝜚 MDNI, Stalking, Obsessiveness, Controlling Behaviour, Love Bombing, Murder, Fluff, Kidnapping, Smut, Toxic Sukuna, Yandere Sukuna? Readers a sweetie, (Touch her you die… like actually…)

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Luckily for Sukuna, his extremely compliant twin agreed to let him pick up his son from school, but the weekend couldn’t have been any slower for Sukuna.

Anything he did to occupy himself and keep you from creeping your way into his mind was a dud. He’s starting to think you’ve put some sort of spell on him. A minute couldn’t pass without you running through his twisted mind.

Any second he had to himself, he would spend it scrolling through your Instagram, saving some, if not all, pictures you’ve posted into a folder he has already made specially for you. Lucky for him, you post a lot, a bit too much. He doesn’t like that, you can't do that when you’re finally his. You just seem too… open.

Too trusting.

Too naïve.

See, you’ve tagged your apartment complex as a location, and you’re wearing a shirt with your work logo in another one of your posts. Your profiles are public for God's sake.

You’re incredibly naive.

You don’t know half of the disgusting, evil men out there. But it’s fine, he’s here now. Sukuna will always be there to keep you safe. He’s your protector. He’s your saviour. He was put on this earth for the sole purpose of protecting you, his angel.

You are his angel.

“What’re you doing to me?” Sukuna whispers to himself. He’s never felt this way before. He's never had someone occupy his mind to this extent. He’s never wanted to be with a woman like this. He doesn’t do relationships, as cliche as it sounds, but he would have rather been alone for the rest of his life. He's never wanted to have a girlfriend by his side, to hold, to kiss, to love, to protect. But with you, it’s different, you’ve changed him for the better. He needs you, and you need him.

You need each other.

*Ping*

‘I’ve found some stuff on the girl…’ Toji messages

Sukuna sighs heavily. Toji really tests his damn patience.

‘Like what, Toji? Don’t beat around the bush.’

‘My bad…’

‘She’s studying Art at university, in her 2nd year, and umm, she’s also a teacher at Megumi's preschool. Yano with your nephew… probably should have mentioned that, huh?’

What. The fuck. Jin AND Toji knew who you were before him?!

‘Toji, don’t piss me off. I told you her name, you don’t know her fucking name?’

‘I’m sorry, I dont know her fucking name. They just call her Miss Fluttershy or somethin, from that kids' show? My little horse? I think she mentioned her name before, I just forgot…’

‘You’re so fucking useless sometimes.’ Sukuna runs his large hand down his face.

My God. Yuji talks about you every fucking day. You gave him those stupid colouring books.

“Miss Fluttershy.”

The kids’ just as obsessed with you as he is.

‘Do you know what days she’s working?’

‘Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays’

‘Perfect.’

~~~

As Monday finally rolls by, Sukuna couldn’t be more thrilled to see you again. There hasn’t been a second since he met you that he hasn’t thought about you. What will you wear? A dress? It’s quite warm today. What perfume will you use? Do you have a favourite? How will you style your hair? In a bun? No, a ponytail!

His body is practically buzzing with excitement just to see your face again.

To smell you.

To hear your voice…

The way you say his name... It’s been echoing through his mind.

So soft and delicate.

What would you sound like yelling his name? What would you sound like moaning his name, while he slid his thick inches into your tight walls.

“Fuck…” he sighs, as he rubs against his growing member—

No.

Stop.

It’s almost 14:00, he’s got 30 minutes until he needs to pick up Yuji, (and meet the love of his life again,) and he looks a fucking mess. Hair disheveled, five o’clock shadow. He looks nasty. It’s not good enough for him. It’s not good enough for you.

Sukuna finally pulls himself out of bed, throwing on a wife-beater, a grey tracksuit and shaving his five o’clock shadow.

Great. Presentable.

15 minutes.

15 minutes until he sees you again.

~~~

“Come on, Yuji, honey, your daddy’s here.”

“No, it’s not my Papa, it’s Uncle,” the pink-haired boy says as he grasps onto your hand.

Oh, the mysterious brother Jin always speaks about, and the Uncle little Yuji admires.

“Really? I can’t wait to meet him! I’m sure he’s just as lovely as you.”

“No, he’s a big meanie,” The young boy deadpans.

Oh…

As you turn the corner with little Yuji trailing by your side, you’re faced with someone you didn’t expect to see at your place of work.

Sukuna.

How does he know where you work— wait. Is he here for Yuji? He’s Jin’s brother? The brother Jin and Yuji mentioned countless times?

There you are, and you look so beautiful. He was right, you’re wearing a dress. A floral dress. How adorable. He just wants to dress you up like the doll you are— wait.

You’re flustered. Why are you flustered? Aren’t you happy to see him? Did he do something wrong?

“Sukuna? You’re Yuji's uncle?” You inquired, “Wow… Come to think of it, you guys look so much alike. I should have noticed the moment I looked at you, huh?”

You begin to chuckle to yourself

“Actually, I think Jin and Yuji are happier looking than you.”

“He’s always angry, Miss Flutter,” Yuji chimes in.

He’s holding your hand why is he still holding your fucki—

No, he’s not about to be jealous of his 4-year-old nephew, no way.

Control yourself.

“Mhm, that little brat is my nephew.”

“I’m not a brat!” Yuji calls out

“You’re right, sweetheart, you’re the cutest one here, but don’t tell anyone I said that, okay? It’s our little secret.”

He vigorously nods his head, “Mhm, I promise!”

You’re good with kids, you’re so good with kids. You don’t understand how attractive that makes you. Oh, how desperately he wants to make you a mother. A mother to his kids, his twin—

“Suku, can Miss Flutter get ice cream with us?” He hears his nephew say.

Oh my God.

Yuji, you fucking genius.

“He’s right, you should come, it’s by my place, ‘Kaspas.’ I can take you home afterwards?”

Say yes.

“I do love that place, but I wouldn’t want to intrude…”

Angel, there wouldn’t even be a point in Sukuna's miserable life where you could intrude. Ever. If he could keep you by his side forever. He would.

“You could never intrude. Come on, my treat before our date.” He smirks as he desperately tries to convinces you to get ice cream with him… and Yuji.

Just fucking say yes. Do you not want to be around him?

“Hmm… okay fine, I’ll come along. Let me get my stuff quickly.”

Thank fuck.

Sukuna lets out a relieved sigh. You’re difficult. Is that normal for you? If it is, he's got to correct it. He can't have a disobedient girl by his side.

No way.

Again, Yuji pulls him out of his thoughts, “Suku, do you like Miss Flutter?” The young boy asks as he looks up at his uncle.

Sukuna chuckles and leans down to the boy’s ear and whispers,

“Don’t be a nosy brat.”

~~~

As you make your way to the car park, with Yuji still grasping onto your hand, you come into sight with Sukuna's car, an extremely expensive car. What the hell does he do for a living?

“Detective,” He answers back.

“Huh?”

“You’re thinking out loud. I’m a detective,” he admits.

“Woah, it pays well clearly,” you say as he opens the car door for you.

“Aren’t you a gentleman?”

“Just for you, angel,” he winks.

You’ve been watching him drive for the past five minutes. You can’t help but stare. He’s so beautiful. He and Jin hardly look alike as twins. Don’t get it twisted, Jin is just as attractive as his brother, but there’s something so ethereal about Sukuna's features. Almost as if he’s not a real person. Does he have any flaws? He was perfectly sculpted by the gods themselves. His arms are… massive, he clearly spends a lot of his time in the gym. His nose… is so… rideable. My goodness, how did you get this guy to approach you?

“You’re staring, angel, you like what you see?” Sukuna questions, as he cocks his brow.

“Yes, I actually do.” You shyly replied

“Well, we don’t live far from each other, you’re more than welcome to see me more.”

“I know I’m just— I’m really busy, as much as I’d like to see you, I need to focus on school and work…”

Sukuna wants to be mad, but you’re such a good fucking girl. You should focus on your studies, yes, but what about him? His focus is on you right now, so why isn’t yours on him?

Bullshit

“But, maybe we could have dinner tonight?” You innocently ask.

“I’m making lasagna, do you like it?”

“I love it, Miss Flutter!” Yuji chimes from the backseat

Honestly, Sukuna forgot Yuji was here.

Sukuna sternly looks at the boy through his rearview mirror. “No, you’re going home after this, brat.” He asserts.

“Hmph,” you hear from the sulking child, as he crosses his arms and pouts his lips.

“I’ll love whatever you’re making,” He grins.

“You might be my biggest fan behind Yuji, Sukuna. You’re not gonna start stalking me, are you?”

Sukuna grin falters

“‘Course not, I’m a normal guy. I promise.”

Liar.

~~~

The three of you arrive at the dessert parlour, 20 minutes later. It’s understandably packed since it’s a warm day. You find a table in the corner of the shop, giving Yuji the seat by the window, and Sukuna sitting opposite you.

“Hi, what can I get you guys today?”

“Cookies and cream!” Yuji yells at the server

“And for you, pretty?”

Sukuna's eyes darken and snap towards the boy. The fuck did he say?

You giggle.

You fucking giggled.

You think that pathetic attempt at flirting is cute?

“Vanilla ice cream, please, and some cookie dough.”

“And for you?” the guy mutters at Sukuna.

Sukuna side-eyes the server and mumbles a quick “nothing.”

The audacity this kid has to speak to you like that and you like it?!

“Sukuna, are you okay? You don’t want anything?”

“I'm not big on sweet things,” he comments bluntly.

“Oh-kayy, it’ll be about five minutes.” He finally walks away.

That little shit. Who the fuck does he think he is. And why the fuck are you feeding into his bullshit?

“What a creep,” he hears you say.

“I swear, everytime i come here he does that shit, it’s boring.”

“Does he bother you?”

“Every damn time. I just pretend I’m into it now, he was way creepier before,” you pout as you look out the window.

Sukunas lips twitch into a smirk.

Angel, you're never seeing that piece of shit again after today. Don't worry your pretty little head.

He’ll protect you.

“Why don’t we take it to go? And I’ll take you and the kid home before dinner,” Sukuna proposes.

“Yeah, I’d like tha—“ you begin to say but that dumbass server cuts you off.

“Here are your orders. And this is for you,” he winks at you before walking away.

It’s his number.

“Well, I guess he’s feeling confident today, huh?” You awkwardly say.

“Come on, Yuji, let’s go,” you say as you grab his smaller hand in yours to leave. You make sure not to pick up the tissue with the server's number on it and make your way to Sukuna's car. But don’t worry, Sukuna definitely made sure to pick up the tissue and stuff it in the pocket of his joggers.

“How about you take Yuji back without me, and I get started on dinner? I'll text you my address,” you say, but you don’t give Sukuna the chance to answer back, you’re already walking away.

“Bye, Yuji!” You wave.

Sukuna hates to see you go but fuck, he loves to watch you leave. How long until he gets a hold of you, really? How long until he can see you every second of every day? Really, how long? What if he kept watch of you—no, that's too much… is it though? He’d be able to keep an eye on you from afar, for now at least. It's not too much if it's keeping you safe.

“C'mon, kid, let’s go.”

~~~

You've never cooked for a guy before. I mean, you've cooked for Satoru before, but he's not a guy, he's… Satoru. Satoru, who lives down the hall, Satoru. You know? You wonder if he and Sukuna will get along if you both continue seeing each other.

You've texted Sukuna your address, so he should arrive soon. Luckily, you're prepared to have guests today, your apartment is spotless, well besides your bedroom but he won’t see that. Fuck you’re nervous, over some guy? But he's not just some guy. You've known his brother, his twin brother, for over a year now. This is insane.

Finally, you hear a knock at your door. He’s here. Gosh, are your palms sweating right now?

Calm down, you’ve got this. The food looks good, and you look good. Everything's going to be just fine. Now just open the door.

Once you swing your door, you’re faced with the biggest assortment of flowers. Peonies, roses.

You're in awe.

“Sukuna… these flowers… they’re my favourtie.”

You tweeted that they were your favourite flowers in 2018… Yes, he scrolled that deep into your socials.

“Gosh, they're so beautiful, thank you. I don't know where to put them. Come in quick before the food gets cold.” You say as you hurry excitedly to your kitchen.

Your apartment's cute.

Cosy, for a girl like you.

Sukuna bets you’d feel cosier in his apartment. You’d have so much more space for your books, your pretty shoes, your dresses. You’d feel at home. Home is wherever he is. You need to live with him. You need his protection. But for now he can just watch you. How? He has 4 mini cameras stuffed in his pockets he's planning on hiding around your apartment. There’s already one outside your door so he can see who comes in and out of your place.

He just needs to figure out where he wants to put the rest of them.

“Here, sit. Do you want something to drink? I have wine, some tropical juice and water of course.”

“I’ll just have water, I've actually got to go into work later.”

“Work.” He’s actually going to beat the shit out of the server that’s been harassing.

That’s still work, right?

“So,” you begin as you take a seat opposite Sukuna.

“I still can’t believe you’re Jin’s twin. You just seem the complete opposite especially in looks. You’re fraternal, right?”

“Yeah, I’m 6 minutes older.” He tells you

You sigh longingly, “I’ve always wanted twins… girls of course.”

You were made for each other.

“Wow, so do I, what a coincidence,” he admits.

“We might as well get started then, huh?” You suggest as you sip your wine.

He chokes on his drink.

What’d you say?

But before Sukuna can reply back there’s a knock on your door.

“Hey, you in there?”

A guy? What man is looking for you at this hour.

You roll your eyes before pushing back your chair and making your way to open the door for said man.

“Yes, ‘Toru? I’m kind of busy right now.”

‘Toru?

“I’m sorry but I could really need some help… please?” This “‘Toru” says with a charming smile.

Annoying.

“‘Kuna, you don’t mind if I help my neighbour quickly?”

“Kuna…”

“No, not at all.” Now if he didn’t need to hide the 4 cameras in his pocket around your house, he would mind. But this “‘Toru” guy is honestly helping him out.

“Ten minutes,” you tell him as you shut your door.

Sukuna instantly rises from his seat and makes a Beeline for your bedroom.

It’s messy.

You didn’t make your bed. Do you leave your bed unmade everyday? There’s a bottle of water on your side table. You didn’t finish it.

Weren’t you thirsty last night?

Sukuna runs his large hands across your bed sheets. Running his fingers along each crease you’ve made.

What side do you sleep on? Away from the door, right?

Makes you feel safe.

“Who else has slept in here? That ‘Toru?” He spits as he kneels down to your bed level

He can smell you. So sweet. What perfume is that? He puts his face right into your sheets and breathes your scent in deeply.

“Fuck,” he mutters into your sheets.

He was practically drooling.

“God, I think I love you, Angel.”

He’s started to rub on his crotch, your smell is getting to him.

Rock hard.

He’s a creep but he doesn’t care. You’re like a drug.

An addiction.

His addiction.

He begins to pull out his leaky length from his boxers, rubbing his thumb across his swollen red tip.

So much pre-cum it’s dripping onto the side of your duvet.

He strokes himself back and forth steadily, still breathing into your unmade bed.

It’s your hand stroking him; pretend it’s you. You’re whispering his name softly…

Sensually

His pace quickens.

You might be back soon. He needs to hurry. You can’t see him in such a… pathetic state. You can’t see him in this state at all. Not yet at least.

The schlick sound of his length could be heard from the other room, he’s desperate at this point. Whining for you, pleading for you.

“L-love you. Ugh, I love you, Angel.” He cries out as if he's confessing to you.

“Need you. So b-bad.”

His core tightens, hands clutching onto your sheets.

Wishing the load he’s about to release was spilling into your womb instead.

Soon

His throat lets out a guttural moan, he’s cumming, but not into you.

Into his hand.

His fucking hand.

Pathetic.

After Sukuna recuperates himself, he places each camera in a spot he knows you won’t see, but he’ll definitely see you.

He also takes a few presents for himself from your washing basket.

He’ll definitely make good use out of them.

It’s been 10 minutes and you’re not back yet. What’re you doing with your neighbour?

Just as Sukuna is wondering where you are, you open your front door dishing out apologies for your absence.

He’s not mad… Only because he has a date to attend.

A date with the Parlour Boy.

𝜗𝜚 Chapter Three…

a/n: ehhhh. ehhhhhhh he was creeping me out at the end icl but uh what do you think? i’ve never write this much before. i know for a fact im gonna come back and rewrite things in the future but here you go! goodnight ♡

[lazysoulcandy]

if banana bread was a person

We'd meet in a park. Immediately, their beauty would've drawn me in. The way their skin glowed, the way their golden brown eyes glistened in the sunlight, the way their blonde hair flowed in the wind. I'd start a conversation with them, and we'd be talking and laughing for hours. Weeks turn into months, months turn into years. Now we're at a beach, the sun long gone and replaced by the soft light of the moon and twinkling of the stars. We have a blanket laid in the sand, sitting on it while watching the ocean waves. Eventually, they run into the water, calling for me to go with them. I smile, already knowing tonight is the start of forever and run after them. After playing in the ocean, we go back to our blanket, grabbing towels out of our bags to dry off. Except I pull out a small box as well. While they're busy drying off, back turned to me, looking like a goddess in disguise, I get on one knee. When they turn around, they're taken aback, "What are you-" They start to speak, cutting themselves off. I start to speak. "My love, ma princesse/Mon prince. Ever since I first met you, I thought you were the most amazing, beautiful, kind-hearted person I've ever had the plea of knowing. The fact I get to call you mine is a miracle I am, and always will be, thankful for. Not a day goes by where I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. Where I can't wait to ask you one question. Will you marry me?"

Yes, I fucking love banana bread. I would give my firstborn for unlimited banana bread

does anyone on this site enjoy Banana Bread?

[differenteagletragedy]

Heyyy !!

So i had an idea.

Since Simon doesn’t celebrate birthdays at all, let’s imagine a world where reader’s birthday comes before his.

How would he react?

I thought that maybe he would ignore it just like anyone else’s birthday which would sadden reader A HELL LOT.

I absolutely live for angst so I believe that Simon would be crushed once he realizes his mistake and try to fix it.

Anyway, I hope that was understandable! Your writing is so good, I’m a 100% sure you’ll turn this into a masterpiece !

THANK YOU!??!!?! I live for the angst too, big big time, I hope you like it!!!

Simon keeps a watchful eye on you as you get ready for a night out with friends. He watches you do your hair and makeup, slide into a tight little dress, and it's a pleasant sight to see, but something's off. There's a tenseness in your shoulders, and he can't figure out the source.

"Everything all right?" he asks from his spot on the bed while you move to the closet to find a pair of shoes.

"Yep," you answer in a tone that tells him that everything is not, in fact, all right.

He stands, making his way to you, and you still when he puts his hands on your hips, pulling you so that your back rests against his chest.

"Can't fix the problem if I don't know what it is, love."

"The problem," you tell him, sliding around to face him, "is that I'm going to be late if you keep being handsy."

He lets you slip away from him.

Later that night, when you come home, you're buzzed enough to be honest but not enough to be belligerent about it. He meets you at the door, kneels to take your shoes off for you, and you begin.

"I'm sad."

He sets the shoes down and stands, taking your hands in his, and says, "Well, we can't have that, now can we?"

"It's my birthday," you tell him.

"As of midnight, yes."

"... You knew?"

There's hurt in your eyes, and Simon understands immediately that he's played this all wrong, but he's still trying to work out where exactly he failed.

"'Course I knew," he answers truthfully. "I know everything about you."

"Then why didn't you say anything? My friends took me out for my birthday, and you ... you didn't even say anything. You didn't want to come. Why not?"

"Because I knew you'd have more fun with your friends than you'd have with me."

It's another truth, but it's just the tip of the iceberg.

You sigh, then drop one of his hands, taking the other and leading him to the couch. You've been together long enough that he knows what this is -- you've just realized you've uncovered another piece of Simon Riley that is a little bit peculiar, and you want to talk it out.

"So here's the thing," you begin, sitting next to him. "I love you. I love being around you. And I want to be around you on my birthday."

He fights against the din that begins immediately in his mind -- the too-loud thoughts about how he doesn't deserve this understanding, doesn't deserve your kindness, doesn't deserve you, and he tries to speak.

Nothing comes out.

It's too many things, too many mistakes. It's the deep-seated feeling that plagued him at the beginning of the relationship, that quietened over time but is now back in full force, screaming through the silence in the room and making the patience in your stare painful: he's not cut out for this.

Finally, in a small, defeated voice, he says, "I was going to tell you happy birthday."

You pull him into a hug, then push him down until he's half-laying on the couch, his head in your lap and your fingers running through his hair. He closes his eyes, part of him waiting for this to be the final straw for you and part of him knowing, somehow, that you love him too much to let him go.

"Listen," you say softly, "I know sometimes you feel like you're not enough. But I need you to know that you are, ok? You're more than enough for me, Simon, you're everything. And that means spending birthdays with me and holidays and good times and bad times and everything else that makes up a life, because I want to share my life with you. Is that what you want?"

He can't say it in words, he doesn't know any that would suffice. He tries to say it in actions, in the way he gives you the first cup of tea, how he scrapes the ice off your windshield when it frosts and how he stops the radio in the car on your favorite songs, even when he can't stand them. He tries to press it into you too, through his hands and his mouth when he holds you.

Now, in the moment, he nods, his head still resting in your lap, and he hopes you can feel everything else. How hard he tries.

Your touch turns softer, and you pause to lean down and press a soft kiss on his temple.

"So tell me."

He hesitates, then turns to lay on his back so that he can look up at you. He feels the corners of his mouth tug upwards into a smile, small but genuine. It still feels strange, even after all these months, like a muscle that's never quite developed. It aches a little less every time.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart," he says.

[paulyenvol6]

The Bolter (Part 2)

I feel like I have to write a part three because I need more fluff and Joel scenes with the baby but I kind of escalated with this and wrote so much so I'm gonna put it in a new chapter. Enjoy :)

Part 1

Contains: angst, anxiety, panic attacks, fluff, lots of tears, comfort, sweet Joel who's a little scared of opening up, reader has long hair, nicknames (honey, pumpkin)

Wordcount: 7,755

Masterlist

4 months later

"Let me at least help you with the box," Maria rolled her eyes but you stubbornly grabbed the edge to lift the object into the air.

"I got it."

"Oh y/n, you know that it's not good to lift heavy things in your state. C'mon just lemme…"

You frowned and gently pushed her arm away. "I said I got it."

"You're one stubborn thing," Maria said but defensively raised her hands in the air. Then she walked over to the table letting her gaze lazily wander over the maps and books laid out on the wooden surface.

"You know, Tommy and I went hunting yesterday… It was so cold, I think I sat by the fire for three hours afterwards. But it was nice. You know that I love spending time with Benjamin but every now and then I just enjoy a few hours just with Tommy."

You smiled and then wiped over your forehead with the back of your hand to remove the droplets of sweat that had formed there.

"That sounds good. But yeah, the weather is nasty at the moment."

Maria nodded slowly and then darted at you like she was uncertain whether to say her next words. But of course she did.

"Joel took Benjamin while we were gone."

The silence that followed her words was almost unbearable and you could have heard a needle drop on the floor. The soft expression on your face tensed, your jaw clenched and your fingertips prickled, but you refused to let anything show and so turned your back to your friend as you placed one item after another from the box on your kitchen shelf. To Maria that seemingly wasn't a sign clear enough to drop the topic yet because she continued.

"Joel has changed his nightstand. He built it with Tommy. And he has new curtains which are olive coloured and it's such a lovely contrast to the couch."

At first, you intended to just ignore her words and come up with a new subject, but when you heard Maria clear her throat again you abruptly turned around to glare at her.

"It's not necessary to update me about everything that's happening in his life, you know?"

She shrugged her shoulders, her nail scratching over the rough surface and her eyebrows lifted.

"I'm not. Just a few things that I heard through Tommy."

"His fuckin' curtains, Maria?" The addressed scoffed, her eyes wandering to you again.

"You know what's my take on all of this. I get that it's hard and I said this a million times already, but you have to talk to him. For the child's sake at least."

You forrowed your brow, a thudding ache in your temples.

"I can raise it on my own. I don't need Joel."

Maria sighed loudly, approaching you and putting a hand on your shoulder.

"I know you can. I'm not sayin' you need to get back together with him just 'cause you're pregnant. We're not living in the 60s anymore. But all I'm sayin' is that he has the right to know."

You refused to show her how deep her words cut and that she truly had hit a nerve. You had found a good friend in Maria but she didn't need to know everything.

"He made it clear what he thinks of children. Why tell him? Why bother him? He doesn't want children and so nothing's gonna change if I tell him."

Maria's hand on your shoulder tightened and you squirmed watching her through gloomy eyes.

"And what is your vision for the future?" she asked and you had to surpress a desperate exhale. "What if Joel's gonna see you outside and notice that you're pregnant? I don't even wanna start with what's gonna happen once you deliver the baby. You think you can hide it from him for the rest of your life?"

"Maria," you said, tears glistening in your eyes. It wasn't like you denied any of what she had already told you a million times, it was just that you couldn't deal with this right now.

Perhaps you should have moved on from him by now. Well, you hadn't. Your heart was in pieces, you rarely woke up without a headache, you just couldn't find any joy in life, and the effects of your pregnancy didn't help either.

"Please," you added and that was the moment your friend realised that this wasn't the right time to talk into your conscience.

She sighed and then pulled you towards her, her hand cradling your head just the way Joel always used to and you let out a long frustrated sob that Maria reacted to by securing her grip around you and soothingly caressing your back.

"Oh y/n, it's okay… I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned it..."

You granted yourself a short amount of self-pity before pulling back and rubbing over your eyes. The feeling of your eyes being all puffy and sore had become so familiar over the past few months that you didn't even notice it anymore, because you felt you were spending more time crying than not.

"Sorry," you apologised but Maria shook her head.

"It's okay. I'm sorry, I… I don't know, I guess I'm just tryin' to help you. But I don't think I am helping."

You chuckled bitterly but squeezed her arm. "You are. You are helping me by being here for me. I can't imagine how much worse all of this would be without you."

Your friend gave you a sad smile and then straightened her shoulders.

"I think I'm gonna leave now. Is that okay for you or do you need me?"

You pursed your lips, swallowing loudly because you felt that you actually wouldn't mind having her at your side every day for 24 hours but you couldn't be egoistic now. Maria had a family that needed her way more than you needed her so you forced a smile upon your mouth and slightly shook your head.

"No, it's fine. Maybe I'm gonna watch a movie. Or go for a walk."

You definitely wouldn't do either of these things. You hadn't been able to pull yourself together and go outside if there wasn't any need for it since the breakup and watching a movie only reminded you of Joel. You had caught yourself many times thinking about what he would have thought about specific scenes while watching a film and obviously it had only made you feel more miserable. So no, you had lied to Maria and would probably spend the rest of the time staring at a wall or sleeping or perhaps if you would feel unusually well today – although nothing hinted at that fact so far – read a book. But Maria seemingly didn't spot your lie and just nodded knowingly.

"Yeah, that sounds good. I think some fresh air would be good for you. Just call me if you need anything. I told you, Tommy is very understanding."

"Thank you, Maria. Seriously," you whispered and meant it.

She nodded again and then hugged you firmly, slightly swinging you to the side, the warmth of her hands wandering through the fabric of your hoodie and prickling on your skin. You almost would have sobbed again because anything that reminded you of Joel and your time together in the slightest way already caused you immense pain and right now you just missed feeling Joel's arms around you so much, you weren't even able to vocalise it.

Fortunately, you managed to hide how close you were to breaking down once again and lasted until the door was shut before letting the tears flow. It was an exhausting and tiring cycle at this point and you feared you actually weren't capable of making it stop. You woke up crying and went to bed crying and the worst part was, all it took was a book or a picture or even just a smell. You sometimes even felt ashamed about your behaviour especially when Maria saw you like that but what were you supposed to do?

One weekend a few weeks ago, you had changed your tactics because you felt you couldn't go on like this. It had caused a series of unplesant events which had lead to you swearing to never leave the house again if it wasn't absolutely necessary.

You called Maria one morning and asked her to go to the town centre and have breakfast with you. To say she had been surprised was an understatement. As soon as you had hung up, there had been a quivering, dangerous bubbling in your stomach, but you had ignored it and dragged yourself out of the house and to the café where Maria had reserved a table for two. But long story short, the morning had ended with your tears spilling in your coffee and all of the other guests giving you uncertain glances all throughout breakfast.

Not only had you completely embarrassed yourself and disturbed everyone else in the café, you had also come the realisation that Joel had surely learned about your dramatic scene as well. Jackson was a small town after all and dramatic outbursts like these usually reached the ears of even the most secluded citizens of the city.

After that you had given up just as quickly and spent the next days on your couch again and although you felt terrible about being so dramatic and not being able to move on, you didn't have the energy to force yourself to try and get out of the house. It was easier to sink into your cushions and cry thinking about Joel.

Was it helping you? You didn't know. You felt horrible most of the time but you had felt horrible in the café with Maria too and at least no one could watch your crying sessions in your living room so there it was. You preferred the quiet company of your blanket and hot tea over humiliating yourself in front of the whole town so it was an easy choice.

You slowly headed to the couch and rubbed over your swollen tummy a few times while sinking down on it. You were almost five months pregnant now and by now there was a prominent bulge and you caught yourself lovingly caressing it every now and then. Of course the baby was another reminder of Joel and there had been times when you had to cry over the fact that it had been him and you that had created the little child in your belly but the baby had also been a source of happiness to you during these hard times.

Watching your stomach grow, thinking about what it would feel like to hold it in your arms and imagining yourself strolling through the park with the child in a pram. You currently felt so miserable, you sometimes believed you would never be able to smile or laugh again, but you would have to. You had no choice. The baby was on its way and you would push through this horrible time for the baby's sake. Once it would be born you would care for two living creatures and while you were neglacting your welfare at the moment by rotting in your living room, you couldn't do the same thing to the baby. You had sworn to yourself to protect and shelter it so this was what you were going to do.

You slightly spread your legs getting in a comfortable position and then closed your eyes as you felt the quietness of the room make your head drowsy. It was quiet in here a lot these days. Your hand was still resting on your stomach, rubbing in soft circles because something about it never failed to comfort you although you sometimes involuntarily imagined that it was Joel's hand in the place of your own hand.

His large hand brushing over the swell of your tummy and his soft puppy eyes taking in each curve and line of your face while you sat on the couch for hours, the mere presence of each other enough for the two of you. His perfect fucking eyes… His curly soft hair…

Before you could even realise it you had drifted off to sleep and when you woke up an hour later the beautiful sun was gone, replaced by a shadow of clouds hanging over the town. You sighed and stretched your arms, a loud yawn escaping your throat. Then you looked at the clock and thoughtfully bit your lower lip. You weren't hungry for dinner yet, but you couldn't think of anything you were in the mood for. For a brief moment, just a flickering short thought, your mind wandered off to Joel again.

No. This wasn't helping.

You let out a dramatic whine, pressing a pillow on your face to muffle the cry and then hit with your fist against the armrest of the couch. Why did everything have to be so goddamn complicated all of the time? Why couldn't you stop thinking about him?

The bad mood hung over you all day long, even when you tried to read a few pages or play the piano, and finally you gave up and tucked yourself into bed at 8pm, your mind still wide awake.

The next day started equally unpromising and when you sat at your kitchen table watching your cereal with disgust and your stomach already rumbling although you hadn't taken a single spoon yet you figured that you had to do something. You would inevitably lose your mind if you kept going like this.

A sudden force took over you and the adrenaline shot throught your veins, making your nerves prickle and your heart pound in your chest. You pushed the bowl away from you to rise to your feet and let the invisible strength guide you towards the door. Whatever you were about to do, it was better than drowning in self-pity on your couch so you actively shut your mind off while your feet carried you to the wardrobe, your hands automatically reaching for your coat and then the door handle.

You were welcomed by sunlight which seemed to only encourage you and for the first time in weeks you felt something similar to hope. Your face was drawn with determination and pugnacity as you strolled through the streets and of course you involuntarily were headed towards a very specific building just a few houses further down the street.

Every confidance and energy magically left your body at the sight of the mailbox.

Joel Miller.

Just reading those two words did something to you and activated this longing in you that you so desperately had been trying to fight over the past weeks.

Joel Miller.

The words rang in your ear as if it was him who said them and suddenly you didn't feel strong at all. Suddenly you felt like you wouldn't even have the strength to walk back to your house anymore, your feet anchored in the alleyway beneath you and an invisible weight heavily pulling at your body.

Joel Miller.

You gulped and the sound seemed to echo in your head. This was so goddamn wrong. You couldn't sneak up on him like a pathetic weasel and show him that you after four months still weren't able to accept the fact that he had broken up with you. As if you hadn't embarrassed yourself enough already. But what was definitely even worse than confronting him was standing in his front garden like you were some kind of obsessive stalker who couldn't decide on whether to approach him or not so you chose to back out again.

Perhaps the option of talking to him would come up again, maybe solely for the purpose to somehow feel better, but you should think about it surrounded by your own four walls instead of right in front of his door. Yes, you would weigh it up and then if you decided to visit him you would come prepared and ready to see him after all those weeks.

"Y/n?"

You froze in the motion, your mind blank and your eyes springing open. Everything around you went silent. Perhaps you had only imagined the words in your head; it would be no surprise considering the emotional torture you currently went through. No wonder you were beginning to grow insane.

You hadn't heard the approaching footsteps and neither had you heard the loud breathing close to your ear but when you felt a hand on your shoulder you flinched and abruptly spinned around. You tasted copper on your tongue and your throat felt raw. Joel looked exactly the way he had when he had left you four months ago but in some way he seemed like a different human being.

"Y/n," he whispered or at least you believed it was what he had said because you didn't hear him but could only watch the movement of his lips.

Your view was shimmering and you swallowed hard to fight the dryness in your mouth. You had to say something, explain yourself and your awkward behaviour but it was hard to when there was this high-pitched ring in your ears. His lips moved again but this time you were incapable of figuring out what he had said and therefore you panicked. Tears stung in your eyes and your hands began to shake while you saw him scan your face through your blurry view. Your chest felt hollow and sweat broke across your shoulderblades, your fingers curling and uncurling like you were trying to grasp something.

In addition the cold air bit and nibbled at back of your neck, the wind like shards of ice against your sensitive skin. You cringed and felt your bottom lip tremble, your pupils nervously wandering between Joel's eyes when you felt his grip on your shoulder tighten.

"Let's get you inside. You're shivering."

You were so relieved about the fact that you had finally been able to comprehend him, that you didn't think about the expand of the content of his words until you stepped through his front door, the familiar scent of his home that reminded you of leather and sandlewood heavy in your nose. You sniffled, perhaps to enjoy the smell for a little bit longer and then let your glossy eyes wander over his living room, the comfortable couch you knew all too well, the armchair you had often sat in when the two of you were still getting to know each other and were too shy to sit close to each other and the floor lamp in the corner that radiated the most beautiful kind of yellow light.

You didn't know how long you were staring but when a hand gently pulled you to a chair you allowed it, your body fully trusting that Joel would guide you. He sat down across from you, his hands resting on the surface of the table as he watched you closely, your stressed state of mind not lost on him.

"Are you all right?" he demanded to know, his eyes twitching worriedly when you dropped your gaze to your hands folded in your lap.

You felt awful. NNot only had you probably unsettled and disturbed Joel with your unexpected appearance in his front garden, you were now in his living room, which brought back many memories, each of which hurt like a twisted knife stabbing you in the heart, and he was probably too polite to tell you to fuck off.

Perhaps he was just pitying you. Thinking of you as a helpless child that couldn't take care of herself and now he had to babysit you and make sure you wouldn't pull some other humiliating shit.

"M'sorry," you mumbled and hiccuped which made you press a hand on your mouth. "Sorry," you repeated before a hand reached for yours and grabbed it to squeeze it lightly.

"Don't," was all he said but you finally were brave enough to dart at him. "S'alright."

Silence. You had endured a lot of silence since Joel had broken up with you, but you didn't know if it was his presence or the fact that you had fallen in love with his cosy little living room as much as you had fallen in love with him, but either way, right now you didn't mind silence. No, you even needed it like air to calm your upset mind and the longer you sat quietly, the more you felt your heartbeat slow down and your brain starting to work normally again.

The minute of rest made it possible for you to take a deep breath and although Joel didn't take his eyes off you for a mere second, it was like the two of you had come to some kind of silent understanding and as if he could read your mind he gave you just the perfect amount of time before clearing his throat.

"Why are you here?" he asked and grabbed his coffee mug to toy with the handle.

Your pale face drew with fear because you hadn't been able to prepare youself for this question, let alone figure out why you were actually here. So instead of answering you brought your hand to the edge of the table, scratching over the wood with the nail of your thumb. Your hair fell over your shoulders making you feel more shielded from his piercing gaze and despite feeling ungrateful and horrible for ignoring his question you waited and waited. You didn't know what for, but maybe there would be some sign or some disruption or perhaps he would say something, maybe even tell you that he had missed you.

"Do you want some tea?" Joel suddenly asked and the sound of his voice made you twitch. It was so strange to hear his voice after weeks of missing it and imagining it in your head and now he was actually here sitting at the same table as you. And maybe he was just being polite or seeing it as some kind of charity work, but at least he hadn't left yet.

"Yes," you answered, your voice croaked and thin but his eyes seemed to brighten up a little, relieved to finally hear you speak for the first time.

"Okay. S'gonna take a minute, but I'm gonna hurry up."

He rose to his feet, his hand brushing over the backrest of his chair and when he headed to the kitchen door, an ache spread in your heart cutting off your air supply. Perhaps it was the memory of him leaving you all those nights ago but a fear gripped you and squeezed so hard you saw white for a brief moment. You wanted to scream for him not to go and beg him on your knees if need be but fortunately a little something in you remained sane and held you back before Joel would officially declare you as mentally ill.

But that didn't mean that you didn't do anything and watched him leave in silence. The burden on your heart was simply too heavy, the pain in your chest too sharp and the throbbing heat in your head too intense. Something was urgently punching you in the stomach, right between your ribs, as if to demand your attention and so you raised your voice and although it was high and weak, it made Joel stop before he could reach the doorstep.

"Joel."

He turned around, his brown eyes concerned but curious and the slight nod of his head encouraged you enough to say the following words. You didn't know where they came from and what made you actually express them, but you did and what followed felt like the passing of years and years of time.

"I'm pregnant."

The silence that haunted his living room was so thick and loud, it pressed down on your shoulders, pushing you deeper into the chair and your skin was prickling with the aftermath of your announcement. Now that the words were out you wondered what had driven you. Where the strength to make your tongue and lips form those words had come from. There had been countless occasions to tell Joel back when the two of you had been a couple but each time your body had refused to cooperate and now you had suddenly managed to do it. And although your body was tense with cold fear you felt relieved as well. Nothing was standing between him and you now and sure, it would be a lie to deny that Maria had been right. As the father he deserved to know about his own child no matter the context and no matter what he had revealed about his personal attitude towards children. It was only fair.

There was a crease between his brow but you couldn't figure out if it was caused by anger or overload or being moved or perhaps even felicity. You silently watched him giving him the time to process those two words that still seemed to linger in the air that was thick with tension. It had taken you a lot of time to understand what it would mean to have a child as well so you patiently observed your ex - boyfriend who now bit on his bottom lip and whose eyes seemed to be glistening with tears but it was hard to tell over the distance.

And then a muscle in his forehead twitched and the next thing you felt were his arms around you. Joel had approached you, stepping in front of you and leaning down to hold your head against his chest, your face pressed against his neck which gave you no choice but to inhale his perfect scent. It was so good, so beautiful that you were crying within seconds but this time it didn't matter because you were almost certain that it hadn't been you who had produced the quiet sniffling sound the now reached your ears.

He held you so firmly and tightly like he wanted to make sure if you were actually there or perhaps he was scared to lose you and you wished you had the ability to tell him that you wouldn't go away. How dearly would you have liked to whisper in his ear and express how much you loved him, how much you had missed him and how much you wished to never pull away from this hug.

To say that you had cried a lot over the past few months would be an understatement, and although you had hoped that it had helped you deal with your emotions at least a little, right now the crying part felt like letting it all out all over again. The pain, the hurt, the love, the frustration. Everything was slipping past your lips against Joel's broad chest and he caught it, his hand cradling your head letting you know that he was there to take away the sorrow and that you now didn't need to worry anymore.

"J-Joel," you whimpered just to do anything because the accumulated tension and emotions in you threatened to be too much. You needed to scream or squeeze something. Everything was a strange mixture of joy and happiness about finally getting to be so close to him again, sadness and despair about the past miserable weeks and fear that this wouldn't last. That he would draw back any second and leave you in the cold again, the warmth his body radiated fading any moment and his arms that held you so securely pulling away so you had to hold yourself up on your own again.

But nothing hinted at the fact that he would do so any time soon. His fingers were entangled in your hair holding you like you would collaps without him which probably wasn't far from the truth. He had stepped between your legs, his other hand on the small of your back to make sure every inch of your body was as close to him as possible. And then there was his breathy voice brushing over your ear like a promise. A promise not only to reassure you that he was here and that this was real, but that no matter what would happen, it wouldn't be like last time.

"Yes. I know," he said, gently rocking you at the sound of another broken cry. "I know… I'm right here, pumpkin."

"I don't want you to go," you sobbed, your hand pinching the hem of his shirt while your other rested next to your head against his chest.

"I'm not gonna leave you… Don't you worry…"

But then you felt his hand on your head loosen and you twitched in panic as he pulled away, your eyes round as coins and your hands instantly grabbing his chequered shirt to prevent him from leaving you.

"S'alright," he cooed and took your face into both of his big hands. "Just wanna take a look at ya."

Your chin trembled and your pupils avoided him, but his eyes were on you and so were his thumbs that gently caressed your wet cheeks like you were something fragile that he couldn't believe he got to hold in his hands.

"Joel…," you mumbled again, your fingers tightly closing around his wrists and your eyes pleadingly looking up to him under your lashes.

"Yes, pumpkin. I'm here. N'I'm sorry…"

He sounded… sad and genuinely regretful while he had breathed these words and hope was bubbling in your stomach. And even though you knew how dangerous it was, you couldn't bring yourself to question your optimism right now. This was too good and the blistering liquid that escaped from your eyes along with your twisting insides was evidence enough that this was just the medicine you needed. Not a reality check or a reminder of Joel's words about offspring.

"N-No," your voice was overflowing, your fingers digging into the skin of his underarms like you couldn't believe yet that he didn't intend to drop you any second. He tightly clenched his teeth as if he was in pain and then leaned in to kiss your forehead, his lips soft and careful, shy almost.

"I'm sorry about all of this," Joel whispered once he looked at you again. His eyes were glistening as well and you could make out the traces of tears on his face but just couldn't figure out what it meant. He gulped, his adam's apple moving in his throat before his gaze dropped to your belly.

"When… I mean… when did you find out?"

"A few days before…"

There was no need to finish the sentence; Joel slowly nodded, his hands remaining tight and warm around your face.

"An' why didn't you tell me?" was his next question and the blood in your veins froze at his husky voice.

The thought of being confronted with his dislike for children once more made your stomach turn and you didn't know if you would be able to handle it a second time. But now his question lingered in the air and not answering wasn't an option. He deserved to know everything and now that you had taken the first step to clear up the air you intended to lay all of your cards on the table. Still, it took you a few seconds to sort out your brain, to form the words in your head, and as your pupils danced frantically, your eyes staring into space, Joel let go of you, which you responded to at first with a disapproving moan, but then he pulled up a chair, sat down close to you and took your hands in his.

"S'okay. Take your time."

His thumb drew patterns over the back of your hand leaving goosebumps on your arms and you granted yourself a few more seconds of watching his beautiful thick fingers before clearing your throat and concentrating in an attempt to control the mess that was your brain.

"'Cause of what you said," you whispered, eyes twisted in pain at the memory. The wound had had over four months to heal, but it was still fresh and talking about it seemed to open it up and heal it at the same time.

You searched in his eyes for a sign that he understood what you were talking about but you didn't and so you ignored your racing heart and the way your body rejected to talk about it and explained to him.

"You… you said that you didn't want any kids… I wanted to tell you before, but… I don't know I was overwhelmed and then I planned to, I really did, but-but… you know there was our fight and then you said that and-and I was scared that you would… I don't know leave me when I tell you and you were angry with anyway. And then you b-broke up a-and… and I just couldn't."

There had been a break in your voice at the last word and your gaze had dropped to your lap. Saying these words had been hard enough already and looking right into Joel's eyes? There was no way you would have handled it without at least helplessly clinging to his body.

He didn't reply at first which you were more than thankful for because it took you a couple of minutes to collect yourself from the confession you had just made and once Joel trailed with his thumb over your knuckles, softly clearing his throat you felt strong enough to meet his gaze. You had to. You had to work out what it all meant for your future.

"I'm sorry. I really am." He leaned towards you again, this time kissing your temple, and you involuntarily grabbed his hand that was holding your head, feeling so in need of any kind of physical contact.

"I… Listen, I…" He exhaled loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers, his eyes closed and then made another attempt.

"I know I said that. And… I don't know in that situation I might've meant it, but…" He sighed again and almost furiously ran a hand through his hair.

"Jesus… I'm really not good at this stuff."

This time it was you who gently squeezed his hand and he gave you the faintest hint of a soft smile.

"The point is… I think I said it 'cause I just never thought having another kid would ever be an option. I didn't think about it. After… After she, you know… After it happened I was… I was at the lowest point in my life a-and I… I had all these thoughts thinkin' I could never have a child again 'cause I couldn't risk goin' through somethin' like that again. I had a girlfriend once an' at this time I was so fuckin' careful not to get her pregnant 'cause it was just a few years after the outbreak and I thought that havin' a child now would be the worst thing that could happen not only because of… you know, her, but also 'cause we were still tryin' to get a grip on everythin' and… you know, adapt… to everything."

He exhaled again but this time he did it out of relief.

"With you it's not like that." Your heart jumped.

"I… I don't know I met you and-and got to know you and everythin' was perfect… but it never crossed my mind that children… you know, were still an option. And that's why I said it when you mentioned her. Maybe 'cause it brought back old memories and old things that I promised myself back then and I just said them 'cause it was sort of an instinct. Or maybe 'cause I was angry at you and I just wanted to make you feel how terrible I felt after it happened so you'd feel bad. Make a scene or I don't know… Anyways, I didn't mean it. It meant nothing to me and that's why I couldn't even remember. And I wouldn't have said it if I knew that you were pregnant."

A single tear escaped from the corner of his eye and your eyes followed it all the way down until it touched the curve of his lip.

"I'm sorry, too," you whispered, the muscles in your chin twitching when Joel pulled your hand to his body to gently cage it between his own hand and his chest.

"No. Don't ya say that."

"But I am. I said awful stuff and you don't have to deny it. You had every right to be angry with me."

A sharp sniffle escaped you as a fresh wave of tears broke forth, mirroring the sun’s slow descent beyond the horizon. It was so sudden and intense that Joel's lips parted in shock and the was fast to move his chair even closer to you so your dropped head could lean against his shoulder.

"I missed you so much, Joel," you cried, the pain of the past 4 months crashing down upon you and you could do nothing but let it all out.

You surrendered to it, allowing the sadness, the fear, the anger and frustration, the regret and loneliness to get into your system and afflict your cells like a disease because you found it was the only way to eventually heal. And once again, you felt that with Joel at your side you were strong and courageous enough to face the sorrow, his support being what you needed to deal with the memories that you had been so frightened of over the last weeks.

"I missed you too, pumpkin. So so much…"

You clung to each other for life, seeking the comfort you had longed for so long and for the first time in months you actually felt that you could breathe freely. Nothing was restricting your air supply, no lump, no thickness in your throat that made you want to puke on the floor. You enjoyed the closeness for a few more minutes before preparing yourself for yet another thing that you felt you had to get off your chest.

"B-But...what you said the next day..." you began, looking up at him nervously as he retreated slightly.

Your eyes were begging for him, yearning for him to tell you that everything was going to be fine and that his reasons for breaking up with you were nothing more than meaningless excuses for feeling overwhelmed by circumstances.

Joel sat down again but didn't lose contact with your hand for a second.

"I know," he murmured and rubbed over the lower half of his face. "I… God, I don't know…"

"It was because of the fight, wasn't it?" you tried to help him, watching him precisely while he lay back in his chair.

"Kinda," Joel replied, rubbing his shoe tips together.

"Christ…," he cursed and you knew how difficult it was for him to express his thoughts. Joel wasn't the kind of man who usually faced his fears and vulnerabilities and talking to you about why he had felt the need to push you away from him? You couldn't emphasise enough how much you appreciated the fact that he tried for you.

"I mean, yeah, it kinda was 'cause of the fight. I… I did have doubts about the age gap thing sometimes, you know? Specially when we started datin'. But yeah, I mean you're a grown-up an' you can make your decisions and… maybe I'm an asshole but I wouldn't have ended our relationship because of it."

He nodded a few times, as if going over what he had just said and realising that he was on the right track.

"You know me, pumpkin," he then whispered, his voice soft and tender as his sparkling eyes took in your face and you couldn't help but melt under his gaze and at the sound of your favourite nickname. His voice embraced you like a warm blanket making you shudder and softly smile as Joel thoughtfully twisted his lips and the continued.

"You know that I ain't good at this stuff. Never was. An' I… I guess I panicked. When I heard you talk that night… and you spoke about openin' up and me drawin' back from you… I reacted. I reacted the only way I know and I shut down."

He paused, his lashes fluttering as he stared at the table as if there was anything interesting to see there.

"Maybe… I don't know, maybe it got too real. Maybe you became too real. The fact that you're here in – in my life and don't intend to leave and I… it was like a natural reaction. 'Cause it's what I do. I never was good at this and ever since… you know, ever since it happened with her I… I didn't want anyone to be that close again. 'Cause I fuckin' know what it feels like to lose someone like that. And I just… I saw in that moment how close you had gotten, y/n and seein' how much it hurt me that I hurt you… I realised that maybe I went too far with lettin' you in."

He sighed and let go of your hand, placing them on the table instead to trail his thumb over the rough surface.

"The thing about… her is that I – I just can't talk about it. It's… it's been 20 years and I – I just can't. And then you brought it up and – and it hit me like a… like a goddamn wrecking ball or somethin'. It was too much. But not just 'cause I didn't want to talk about it and it hurt so much but 'cause I realised that maybe…" He stopped again slightly shaking his head and sat up in his chair.

"I realised that maybe opening up to is what I would like? I mean I was stressed 'n' all and it was too much at once, but the thought of – of you gettin' to know more an' lettin' you in wasn't… so far away. And it was kinda pleasant to imagine talkin' to you 'bout it. 'Cause you're kind and – and sweet and I trust you but these feelings were so new and strange that I got scared and left 'cause I thought that would be easier."

He sighed like a massive weight had just dropped off his heart and perhaps that was exactly what had happened. Your tearful eyes were on his mouth as he still avoided your gaze, but as his flickering pupils sought you and your answer to all this, you drew your eyebrows together, tears threatening to spill again.

"I don't know if all of that makes any sense," Joel mumbled.

"It does," you breathed, nodding over and over again while a few silent tears ran down your flushed skin. "Thank you. For telling me."

Now it was him who nodded and to you it was a promise. A promise that Joel wouldn't bolt again. That he wouldn't take the easy path next time and run off because things became uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, Joel. I should've told you earlier. And I should've been more sensitive regarding… you know."

"S'okay. I didn't exactly make it easy f'you," he whispered, his voice hollow but stable.

You grabbed his hand that felt warm and soft despite the marks the years had left on his skin and clenched it so tightly that it must hurt but Joel didn't even flinch.

"And m'sorry too. All of the shit I said… Goddamnit, honey, I didn't mean it and I… I – I mean if you want it… I'd like to raise this child with you. Of course I would."

Your heart not only jumped, it seemed to pirouette. It was racing, pounding so loudly you could hear it in your ears and for the first time in months there was no weight pulling your limbs down. No, you rather seemed to defy gravity and felt so light that you would surely be able to ascend from the ground if you wanted to. But of course you didn't. All you wanted was to stay in this house with Joel until the end of time.

"Really?" you breathed, softly chuckling when his fingers wiped away a tear.

"Of course, pumpkin. I love you. I love you more than anythin' in this goddamn world. You're my air, my - my reason to keep goin'. I need you, honey and these last weeks have been hell."

Seeing your nose wrinkle as more and more tears streamed down your cheeks, he put his hands on your waist to pull you towards him once more and this time moved you to sit on his lap, arms sliding around your waist to keep you close.

"B-But then why d-didn't you come t-to me?" you sobbed, your nails digging into his shirt like your claws wanted to claim your prey.

"I did. I wanted to every single day, but I… I was scared that you hated me an' that I would only make things worse. I thought maybe you didn't wanna see me."

"I love you," you pressed against his hair, shivers coursing through your arms and your fingertips buzzing with adrenaline. "Never leave me again."

"I won't. I promise you, baby."

His fingers wove through your hair with tender precision, untangling every stubborn knot and once your hair flowed down your back like soft silk, his palms gently settled against your waist.

"We're gonna have our own l'il family," he whispered pulling back to meet your gaze and gently, carefully and lightly as the soft spring breeze outside brushed with his hand over the curve of your belly caressing you through the fabric of your sweatshirt and exploring where life was growing in that moment.

You bit your lip as you looked down at him, the colors around him suddenly brighter, the outlines of objects sharper. Even the shadows seemed to recede, the living room bathed in golden light, and the birds outside were singing a little louder than usual. This man had just lit up your world and everything from your own future to the future of this world seemed more optimistic. Full of possibilities and options.

"I'm happy, Joel."

The pats of his fingers stroked your cheek right next to the corners of your mouth, tracing your laugh lines and although it was still unfamiliar to smile again it felt natural to do so while sitting on Joel's lap, your torso pressed against him and strands of your hair hanging in his face.

"So am I, pumpkin."

And then you kissed him.

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@thoughts-of-bear-undercovers @bbabycass

And shoutout to @mrspascalsworld

[melwnst]

dean x reader where he’s abt to propose. Well he tries. Maybe reader found the ring and is batshit nervous questioning herself if he’s choosing the right person. fluff ending please ml

────── ⋆⋅☆ RIGHT OR WRONG, D.W

summary. You find the ring Dean plans on asking you to marry him with, but you’re the best at self sabotaging.

⭑.ᐟthis was fun to write! I used my own experience of pushing people away and self sabotaging so hopefully I nailed this 🤭 please interact and send requests if you have any! <3

word count. 1,1k

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The world around you just stopped moving. You didn’t mean to look for it-not really. Maybe a part of you knew you were going to find it, the other part hoped you wouldn’t.

You don’t really get it. Dean’s never been the relationship type until you came along- he’s never even mentioned marriage or kids. You just thought, it’d be you and him until eventually he’d leave- because everyone did. Everyone left the second they got tired or bored, or became uninterested- so naturally you figured it was only a matter of time before Dean did.

You stand over the bed, because of course Dean had the great idea to hide it in the bedside table, which you clean often. Your hands are shaky, your breath is worse. Your heart beats so fast you’re sure it’s about to pop out of your chest, and your brain- well your brain plays tricks on you, like it always does. You’re not cut out for this- marriage. You love Dean- you’re just not sure why he’d want to spend the rest of his life with you. He’d waste his time- both of you could get hurt- so it’s stupid.

That’s what you think anyway. You think that perhaps you calculated all of it wrong. You thought maybe you’d have a couple more months with him. But now? Now he wants a lifetime- and you’re not sure you can give him that- because that’s not you. You swore to yourself you’d leave men out of your life- you swore you wouldn’t get hurt anymore. And then Dean came along- and you didn’t even realize you were falling in love with him until he eventually told you he loved you, and you couldn’t bare the thought of letting him go- so you didn’t.

Now it feels like a big joke, like there’s cameras hidden around, like someone is messing with you because surely Dean got this accidentally, right? Maybe he found it- or he’s saving it for someone else. Maybe it’s his mom’s ring that he never told you about because it’s not meant for you.

Or maybe he wants to marry you- and just you, and that scares the hell out of you.

‘You weren’t supposed to find that.’ You jump and turn around to see Dean in the doorway.

‘What is this?’ It’s a stupid question, and you know it is the moment it leaves your mouth. You still can’t understand it.

‘Did you open it?’ Dean runs a hand through his hair nervously.

You just nod. That’s all you can do, because you see the look in his eyes. He’s hurt- he’s hurt because he can tell you’re not happy about this.

‘Dean..’ you step forward, but he backs away and that breaks your heart.

‘No, don’t worry. I got it.’ He laughs humorously, and puts his arms up as a defense.

When he goes to leave, you scream his name. You scream his name in hopes that he turns around, but he doesn’t.

So you run. He’s already far away, but you manage to catch him. And in that moment - you’re glad Sam’s gone, out of the bunker, so that it’s just you and Dean, and maybe you can scream at each other without bothering anyone.

‘Will you stop? Dammit!’ Dean turns around abruptly the moment your hand touches his elbow.

He looks almost desperate- because this isn’t the way he thought this was going to go.

You wait for him to say something, because you don’t know what to say when Dean finally breaks the silence.

‘Why not?’

‘What?’

‘I saw the look on your face. You don’t want this. Why?’ His hands are in his front pockets, he can barely look at you.

‘It’s not you-‘

‘No, don’t hit me with the ‘it’s not you it’s me’ bullshit. Why?’ He cuts you off, and he’s harsh. He’s mean, and his tone makes you hate yourself because you know he’s hurting.

Dean knows exactly what’s happening, he’s not stupid. He knows you love him, but he sees the way you act after saying I love you, almost like you’re uncomfortable. Not with him- or the words per se- but like you’re sure it’ll be over soon. He hears the way your brain ticks, the way you think, he knows about all of it.

He just wants to hear you say it, so that he knows it’s not him.

You sigh, deep, loud, you play with your hands, you don’t know what to do.

‘I don’t know. I think something’s wrong with me.’ you feel the tears coming, your throat burns.

‘Nothing’s wrong with you, don’t say that.’ He steps closer, but it’s your turn to step back.

‘No there is. I want this, Dean. I just don’t think you do. I don’t think you should.’ You look away, because you don’t want to see his face, because you know his face just fell, again.

‘What are you talking about?’

‘I’m a mess, Dean! I’m not good at this! And you? You deserve so much better. You don’t want to do this with me, trust me, I’ll just end up hurting you.’ You don’t know when the tears started falling, but they are.

Dean comes closer again, and this time you let him. You let him because you’re tired, you’re exhausted of this entire battle against yourself.

‘Hey, look at me.’ His hands stay on both of your cheeks, so that you’re forced to look at him.

‘First of all, It’d be an honor to get my heart broken by you. Second, you have to stop doing this to yourself. You need to stop thinking everybody’s out to get you because it’s not true. I’m right here and I don’t plan on going anywhere. I want to marry you because I love you, and because you make me happy, and hell I didn’t think I deserved that either but you made me realize I did. So let me do the same for you. We don’t have to do this now if you’re not ready. There’s no rush, okay?’

Dean doesn’t let you answer before you’re pressed against his chest.

Before you let everything out. The emotions, the sadness, the anger. Before you try to let go of all those negative thoughts about yourself, because maybe you are ready. Maybe marriage isn’t so difficult or different. It’s just a title, it could be-just that.

‘I’m sorry I freaked you out.’

‘Don’t be. I’m always freaked out., I don’t need you for that.’ You laugh, and Dean joins in. His fingers wipe your tears. You close your eyes, and you know it’s going to be okay because you have each other. Married or not- that’s never going to change.

‘I wanna marry you. I wanna do this.’ You open your eyes to Dean smiling.

‘Yeah?’

Before you answer, Dean kisses you. You hum as an answer, and he kisses you deeper, hungrier. Your fingertips burn while touching him like it’s meant to be.

It’s you and Dean. Hopefully a lifetime of it.

And you wouldn’t change a thing.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[noxxobscura]

Just a Bit Too Late

✦ PAIRING: Idol!Hyunjin x Fem!Reader ✦ TAGS: established relationship, angst, mention of drinking, alcohol and partying, reader left their home, small family issues, use of Y/N, short mention of pregnancy (reader is not tho) ✦ SUMMARY: You had one night - just one - to share the biggest moment of your life. But the one person you needed most never showed. Now, standing barefoot in the rain with your heart in your hands, you’re left wondering: what happens when love stops showing up? ✦ Word Count: 2.2k ✦ A/N: My first time releasing a fanfic on here. It's very angsty and lowkey made me tear up. I listened to Cover Me the whole time through writing.. bit emotional ngl. I hope you like it. Let me know if you want a part 2 and who you think comforts reader heh

The deafening noise of the city slowly subsided as the sun disappeared somewhere beyond the horizon. Darkness seeped into the streets, reclaiming Seoul like it belonged to the night - a night that felt heavier than usual. A small, cold breeze stirred the curtains on the window and made you shiver in your spot on the windowsill. It was always hard to see stars in the city, hidden behind smog and clouds. Tonight was no different, but something in your chest still made you look up. Somewhat hopeful to see something different. It felt as if even the universe was closing itself off from you, even though this night was supposed to be cheerful - exciting, even. A night spent with the love of your life, sharing some of the biggest news you'd ever received.

No, you weren’t pregnant. That was the first conclusion your mother had jumped to when you’d called her right after the meeting. You could hear the faint disappointment in her voice when you told her you’d finally received the promotion you’d worked so hard for. Your family had always been a big support in your life. They’d even - after some hard work convincing them - supported your decision to move to South Korea for the man of your dreams. Some family members and friends called you naive or impulsive for making such a life-changing decision on a whim, but back then, you knew in your heart it was right.

Hyunjin was everything you’d ever dreamed of. He carried you on his hands like you were royalty, treated you like a princess who had graced his life. You two had been going strong for over a year now. You still remembered your anniversary a few months ago - how warm and special it felt. He’d prepared a whole feast with the help of Chan and Felix; something he sheepishly admitted later, though you didn’t mind. Your heart was so full that night, knowing he’d made time for you amidst his chaotic schedule and prepared such a huge surprise. Everything felt right. You knew you'd found the one soul you'd want to spend your life with, even if that meant weathering struggles that sometimes drove you to the brink.

When you left your home on a whole different continent, knowing nothing beyond a few basic Korean words, the experience was overwhelming but exhilarating. You had visited him before, short trips spanning weeks, but when he asked you to move and build a life together, you hadn’t hesitated. You packed your bags and settled into an apartment shared with strangers who, thankfully, spoke English. For weeks, you spent every penny you’d saved from your previous job just to afford rent and food while searching for a job. You had experience in your field, showed great passion, and you knew you were good at what you did - but not knowing the language became a major hurdle.

You never shared the extent of your struggles with Hyunjin. His plate was already full with schedules, the band, tour and press. You didn’t want to burden him further. You knew if he’d known how bad things were, he would’ve moved heaven and earth to help - just like the rest of the boys. He was so happy to have you in his life that he would’ve given everything up, even his favorite hoodie, just to see you smile. And you would’ve done the same for him, no questions asked.

But something had shifted. Before tonight, you'd been too blind or too hopeful to see it. Every time you made time to see him, he was busy or unavailable. Texts were left on read, and hours later you’d get a rushed apology: his manager was on his case, or he had to prioritize the band. Sometimes you wondered if his previous hiatus had made the company monitor him more closely, but you tried not to overthink it. You always blamed the label, hoping they’d eventually ease up and let him breathe. For weeks, you’d watched him quietly from afar. Sometimes you managed to steal a coffee or an ice cream break together - fleeting kisses behind masks, hidden in blacked-out cars, always watching out for crazy fans or the press. The reality of dating an idol crashed down on you harder each day, especially with Stray Kids' recent surge in popularity.

That didn’t mean that you weren’t happy for them. Quite the opposite: You were proud of them. Your chest swelled with love whenever he told you about their wins, or when you saw articles about their success. Jisung or Chan would send you silly messages about what they were up to, and you'd always tell them to enjoy it, because they deserved every bit of it. But still, the distance between you and Hyunjin kept growing with each passing day. It was like an icy shackle around your heart, and tonight, it felt like it might finally snap.

You’d pulled out the dress Hyunjin had gotten you on your third date from the depths of your wardrobe - a little black one with red rose embroidery accents. You paired it with silver jewelry and the ring he gifted you for your anniversary. You had one week to plan this whole night and everything had to be perfect. You’d bought the most expensive wine you could find and cooked dinner in the dorm’s kitchen. Everything smelled like him, well and Changbin. Gym gear was scattered in the living room, and unfinished paintings leaned against the wall. You loved their space. It felt lived-in and chaotic, with touches of Hyunjin’s impeccable taste. It made your heart flutter when he first hung up photos of the two of you with Binnie cursing at how "tooth-rottingly cute" they were, threatening to hide them all if he ever brought someone over. You’d laughed at the time. Now, the memory felt unbearably heavy.

Every picture, every smile. The creases by his eyes. Your thumb now brushed over his cheek in the frame you were holding. 

How could he have forgotten?

You’d made sure that he took today off just for you two, told him to kick Changbin out for the night and to be home by 8 p.m. - dressed nicely, not that he wasn’t always stunning. You scoffed at the thought. Even hurt and angry, you were still so hopelessly smitten. You loved him with everything in you. But… could he say the same?

Your eyes flicked to the digital clock on the kitchen counter: 11:23 p.m. For over an hour, you’d fought back tears. Were you overreacting? Had something happened? You considered messaging the group chat or calling Chan - but no. You kept quiet. Your phone had buzzed a while ago with a notification. An Instagram story. Hyunjin was out, with Felix and Seungmin. Laughing, celebrating. Clearly having the time of his life. And you? You were here. Waiting. Ready to surprise him not only with dinner and wine, but also with how far you’d come in your Korean lessons. You’d practiced how to announce your promotion in Korean - just for him.

Voices echoed from the hallway. A sliver of light appeared under the front door. Your body went rigid as you heard his laugh. You would always recognize his laugh even under millions of others. He couldn’t be serious. Your jaw clenched so tight you thought your muscle might snap. Then, the sound of a key in the lock. The door creaked open. His cheeks were flushed, hair messy, and his eyes unfocused. Felix and Seungmin stumbled in behind him, all three giggling like kids. Your hand clutched the picture frame so tightly your fingers ached. The sadness vanished, replaced by something dry and sharp. You didn’t cry. Your eyes were too tired.

He didn’t even speak first.

“Y/N!” Felix beamed, that sunshine smile on full display as he bounced behind Hyunjin to see you. “Funny to see you here!” But your eyes were locked on Hyunjin, who had just now noticed you in the darkness. His gaze met yours. Your brows furrowed but you couldn’t hide how your lips trembled. The color drained from his face. Maybe, just maybe, he realized how badly he’d messed up.

You stood up slowly, pushing off the windowsill with an eerie calm for someone who'd nearly broken down hours ago. A chill ran down your spine, something cracking deep inside. Hyunjin crossed the room in a few strides, hands raised in apology. “Sweetheart, I..”

You silenced him by simply raising your hand. You didn’t want any excuses. You didn’t wanna listen to anything he had to say. Not now. Not when he used your favorite nickname - when you felt anything but loved. You felt like you didn’t belong in his world anymore.

You set the photo on the table and averted your gaze. “I’m glad you guys had a great night out,” you said. Your voice sounded foreign nearly alien, stripped of feeling. Hollow. You felt numb, cold, small. You’d poured so much into tonight. All you had needed was his time for one night. A hug. A kiss. To feel like you mattered. Like you were his priority.

But you weren’t. It was his world. You were just orbiting around it. And maybe this was the moment you needed to realize - you didn’t belong.

The knot in your throat grew as you looked up again, hoping to see even a flicker of remorse. Something. Anything. But maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was something worse, because all you saw was confusion. Tiredness. No understanding.

You slid the ring off your finger, took his hand, and placed it in his palm. Slowly closing his fingers around it. You didn’t dare to look at him again. Inseam you turned to the other boys. “Felix. Seungmin,” you said quietly, nodding to each of them. They both looked stunned. Felix’s brows lifted in concern, questions on his lips. Seungmin’s jaw tightened, his eyes dark. You didn’t want to know if he was angry at you - or for you.

You forced a smile. It didn’t reach your eyes. “Thank you.” And then you slipped through the door. You walked faster and faster, the walls closing in around you. You barely made it to the elevator before your lungs felt like they’d collapse. The air outside hit you like a wave. And then - the rain. As if the sky wept for you, covering the fact that now you finally started to cry too, letting it all out.

You were running now. Barefoot, soaked, mascara smudged somewhere down your cheeks, but none of that mattered. The rain was cold, but not as cold as the hollow feeling that bloomed inside your chest. You didn’t even notice you had left your shoes behind. You just needed to get away from that place. From him. From the version of yourself that had hoped too hard, waited too long, loved too deeply without being met halfway.

Your feet carried you through familiar streets, past flickering neon lights and puddles that reflected your broken expression. You didn’t even realize where you were going until it came into view: a tall building with huge glass panels and soft blue accents. Warm light poured from the windows, and the sight of it brought a lump back into your throat. It felt like safety.

You wiped your face with trembling fingers and crossed the final distance, hoping, praying, that the person you were looking for was still inside. The door buzzed open, and the receptionist glanced up, recognizing you instantly. She didn’t ask questions. She didn’t need to. She simply gave you a small, understanding smile and tilted her head toward the hallway.

“He’s still in the studio,” she said quietly. “Second on the left.” You nodded a silent thank you and walked down the hall, heart pounding, every step heavier than the last. Your hair clung to your skin, your dress damp and wrinkled, but none of that mattered. You just needed someone to remind you that your heart was still worth holding. You reached the door and paused, your hand hovering over the handle. A soft beat played inside. Familiar. Comforting. Then a voice - gentle, humming along. You pushed the door open slowly.

There he was. Sitting on the floor, laptop beside him, headphones slung around his neck. He looked up when he noticed you, surprise flickering across his face before it melted into concern. “Y/N?” The sound of your name, spoken with such warmth and no judgment, shattered the last piece of restraint you had. Your lip quivered.

He was up in an instant, arms around you before you could fall apart completely. You didn’t speak. You didn’t have to. He just held you there in the dimly lit room, against the steady rhythm of a song playing quietly in the background. Your body shook with sobs as he rubbed your back gently. “You don’t have to explain,” he whispered. But eventually, you would. Not tonight. Not now.

For now, you allowed yourself to cry in his arms, to let go of the pain and disappointment, to be reminded - if only for a moment - that you weren’t alone. That somewhere in this new city, in this new life, someone still saw you. Still cared. Still made room for you.

Maybe tomorrow you’d figure out what came next.

But tonight… tonight, you let yourself breathe again.

That's it folks.. I hope you like it. I like to thank @stolperfarbenx3 for inspiring me to write this haha - let me know in the comments if you'd like to get tagged in the future!

[valeelavvale]

Glitter Heart

featuring : Oscar Piastri/reader; Oscar Piastri/family

summary : (requested by anonim) : Oscar wins again an he celebrates with his loved ones.

genre : romance/family

word count : 909

He could still hear the roar of the crowd outside, it echoed in his ears and it was a wonderful sound.

Oscar had started the season with a slip but, once he regained his balance, he started running like a flash. Two victories one after the other, the top of the championship. It still didn't seem real to him.

"It's not a dream," his girlfriend whispered in his ear, hugging him from behind while he was sitting.

"Come on, repeat it with me: it's really happening," she laughed again.

Oscar laughed shaking his head "I'm still not so sure," he joked.

"Well it is, it seems that on the track you are not the disaster you are at home!" Hattie, the eldest of his sisters, declared.

"Nicea s always Hat..." he replied sticking his tongue out at her.

"Kids!" Oscar's mother's voice echoed behind them "You are too good at putting up with all of us," she laughed at her son's girlfriend shaking her head.

"Oh, I'm used to you by now, Nicole, you know, I feel like part of the clan," y/n laughed amused "When I can, I even participate in the arguments!".

"I don't want to have to start scolding you too!" echoed the woman amused "I prefer when you help me put an end to these guys' arguments."

"I still think that we should swap her with Oscar, leave him at McLaren and keep her as a sister, we all gain," Edie commented without taking her eyes off her phone.

"I don't feel appreciated," Oscar exclaimed loudly.

"I appreciate you a lot," his girlfriend whispered in his ear amused without being heard by the rest of the family.

Oscar laughed, when he brought his parents and siblings along it was always a mess, when it was just y/n it was much quieter, but he had to admit that celebrating a victory with the whole clan, as y/n called it, wasn't so bad.

"Come on, we have a table reserved for dinner soon," she said giving him a kiss on the cheek "And I have to help your sisters choose what to wear first..." she laughed.

"All three? You know I'm jealous of my family lately, you spend much more time with them than with me and it doesn't make me happy," he joked turning his face to look at her.

"You should have seen the shopping I did with your mother this morning..." she laughed amused "Come on, from tomorrow it's just you and me again and we'll go out to celebrate without parents, little sisters..."

"... We can’t go out at all, we can celebrate at home," he smiled amused.

"Let's see how you behave tonight... If you argue with your sisters or not," she joked.

"Or what will you do, put me in time-out?" he teased getting up "I'm going to change," he continued giving her a kiss.

Y/n felt at home in that family, the fact that she had never known her mother and that her father had long been such an inconsistent presence in her life had pushed her to love even more the family atmosphere she breathed with those people.

With Oscar she felt at home, wherever she was, in any hotel, anywhere in the world.

It didn't bother her that his family was very present, that sometimes she had to consider sharing her boyfriend even when she might not have wanted to.

There were moments for them, they always managed to escape the confusion, close themselves at home, lying on the couch talking, watching dozens of episodes of TV series ignoring the phones that kept buzzing with messages.

She liked being the older sister that Hattie, Edie, and Mae pretended to desperately want instead of Oscar, when in reality, they adored no one as much as they adored their brother.

They had built the largest Barbie city in Mae's room, even Oscar once, when they were having lunch at his parents’ house, started playing with it (trying to build a city circuit to make Ken race).

Oscar loved that y/n didn't feel the weight of a family to which he, perhaps, was too attached.

Not that he didn't know how to set limits, but it was difficult to keep his sisters at home when their brother was traveling the world racing in a Formula 1.

-

After dinner, Oscar's parents and sisters had returned to the hotel, mainly to give the winner a break from the girls' chatter and to give him and y/n some time to celebrate the victory of a perfect Grand Prix together.

"In Miami, it will be just you and me," he commented passing an arm over her shoulders and stealing a kiss.

"I don't mind the idea at all, nothing against your family but... Sometimes I like having you just for myself," she smiled.

"When it's too much y/n, tell me..."

"...it's not too much, not now, okay? I love your family and I hope you've noticed how much your family loves me," she joked amused "It's okay like this, you're always traveling the world, I have to share you with so many people, the team, the journalists, the family... Then there's this little piece that remains for me and that I love to death," she smiled as he stopped to give her a kiss.

"I love you," the boy said with that simplicity he always had.

"Me too," y/n replied "And your sister stuck a glitter heart on your back," she laughed before kissing him again "I might have cut it out myself, a sign of my love, right?" she whispered.

"You're worse than them..." he muttered hugging her.

He was happy, really happy.

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𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨

paring: Franco Colapinto × f!reader

summary: you are out for dinner with your boyfriend and his friends, little did you know he got jealous so easly

warning: making out, slight dom!franco, oral sex (f receiving), jealous!franco

author's note: english is not my first language, divider's from @girlonabreak , the spanish phrases are traslated on google translate

After an intense and emotional season for Franco such as the 2024 one, you decided to spend winter break in Argentina, around Franco's family and friends. You two were together for 6 months now and of course you had already met his parents, but there was no time for you to meet his friends as well.

At first you were nervous when Franco suggested going out for dinner to meet his friends, you knew nothing about them, you didn't know if they spoke english, if they were boys or girls or what they were like but even though you were scared at first, you accepted, since you knew Franco would be thrilled to see you meet his friends.

Despite all your worrings the evening turned out way better than you immagined: Franco had a large group of friends, they were all friendly and tried to envolve you in the conversation as much as they could by telling you all Franco's childhood stories like that one time when at 6 he fell into a lake while trying to act cool. You laughed so much at each of those stories and everytime a new story was told Franco was like

"¡Che! ¿Por qué andan contando todas estas historias?" (Hey! Why are you all going around telling all these stories?)

then he hid your face behind your shoulder and blushed in embarassment

The rest of the night passed with Franco's friends asking about your life, about your friends and how you and Franco met. One of them, Mateo, was paying particular attention to you; he asked you questions about your life, and more than once, you caught him staring at you. You didn't mind his little attentions but it looked like Franco did: almost everytime Mateo spoke to you, you felt Franco's hand tighten a bit around your thigh, was he jealous?

To be honest, in 6 months you've been together he was never given the possibility to show his jealousy so, you think maybe this is the reason you've never seen Franco acting like this.

At the end of the night, right when me and Franco were saying our goodbyes, Mateo said

"ella es muy simpática, traela más seguido, Franco" (she is very funny, bring her more often, Franco)

It was a normal phrase, but you could feel Franco's hand becoming suddenly tight around your waist. The ride home was quiet, you didn't even know what to say because you never found yourself in a situation like this.

When you finally arrived at Franco's parents house you went up to your shared room and you started to take off your earrings

"it was a funny evening, no?" you said in a calm tone because his parents were sleeping few rooms away

"yes" only one word but he said it almost with a sad tone

you walked to the corner of the bed where he was sitting and put an arm around his shoulder

"did i do something wrong? Why you became so distant after the dinner?"

"Amor you did nothing wrong, i just didn't like how Mateo looked and spoke to you" he said this lowering his tone and putting his hand on your thigh

"i don't like the thought of someone else having all you attention" as he said this his hand started to trail up your thigh, getting close to your core. As his hand got close to the hem of your skirt he started to leave kisses all along your jaw and neck. You knew where this was leading so you put your hand over his

"Franco we can't, what if your parents hear us?"

"then you'll have to keep quiet amor"

He kissed you like there was no tomorrow, your tongues dancing together as your hands caressed his torso under his shirt. He moved then his mouth to your neck, kissing and biting it, letting out some whimpers and little moans from your red and puffy lips. His trail of kisses got lower and lower until he dropped to his knees at the end of the bed and with a swift motion he took off both your skirt and panties. He spread your legs and put your thighs on his shoulders and gave a first lick bewteen your folds, you threw your head back with an open mouth. He continued to assalt your clit until you put your hand in his hair and started pulling

"Franco please im close" you said with possibly the whinest voice ever, how could he resist such a tempting thing?

He put two fingers inside of your pussy without any warning and started to curve them right at that point. You gasped at the sudden intrusion and let out a loud moan, not caring anymore about his parents. Within seconds you were a twitching mess

"Fran- Franco... oh god... Fran im gonna come"

Suddeny he slowed his movements and you began to writhe even more

"Fran i beg you, let me come" you whimpered with a pornstar-like voice

"Did you like Mateo looking at you tonight?" he asked with a hoarse voice

"what!?" you couldn't believe he was thinking about Mateo right now

"answer me or i won't let you come" and he looked very serious when he said it

"i didn't like it"

"say it again"

"i didn't like how Mateo looked at me, i only like when you look at me"

And with that he retuned to his job to your pussy with a smirk, sucking your clit until you were almost screaming from overstimulation.

Needless to say that the morning after Franco's parents didn't ask anything about the dinner, or wanted to make eye contact with both of you.

[bartywinter]

change · @taylorswiftmicrofic · andreil · wc: 770

“Choose,” Andrew ordered as soon as Neil walked through the door, pointing to the television with his chin. “This one?” The Bourne Identity flashed on the screen. “Or this one?” The screen changed to Dune.

Neil arched his eyebrows as he set his backpack down on the nearest pouf.

“You’re suggesting watching a movie about a guy who spends his whole life on the run.”

Andrew gave him a bored look.

“Are you deaf? I gave you two options.” He didn’t wait for Neil to answer, but put on Dune instead. “You’ve got ice-cream in the freezer.”

“From Sweetie’s?” Andrew nodded. “Did you go to Columbia just to buy me ice-cream?”

“Buy us ice-cream,” he corrected.

“Didn't you say yesterday you were getting tired of always going there?”

The annoyance in Andrew’s face was priceless.

“Ninety-five percent.”

Neil walked over to the freezer and took out the ice-cream tub inside.

“You know,” he said as he approached Andrew on the sofa, “you’re quite thoughtful for a person who claims to hate my guts.”

Andrew wrapped both arms around his waist and Neil looked down at him. His expression was still as inscrutable as ever, but Neil was used to it by now.

“Are you trying to push the limits on my hate scale?”

Neil shrugged. “I don’t know, am I?”

Andrew pressed his fingertips firmly on his hips.

“Ninety-nine.”

The hint of a faint smile flickered across Neil’s face.

“Almost there.”

He tried to move, so Andrew released him from his grip. He sat next to Andrew on the sofa, leaving enough space between their bodies to ensure Andrew felt at ease, and opened the ice-cream tub while Andrew hit play. He let out a delighted sigh as he leaned against the backrest. Other than the night’s training with Kevin, he hadn’t done any physical exertion so far that day, but the three exams he’d taken in a row had made him as tired as if he’d played in an exy match. If he fell asleep, he would be in trouble, for Andrew would get cranky when he dozed off watching a movie together. That’s when he realised he was stupid. He should have picked The Bourne Identity —all the chasing and shooting would have helped him stay awake. However, Andrew’s attention was already fixed on Dune and he didn’t want to disturb his peace. He would have to find another way to distract himself.

He didn’t register he had been watching Andrew for a while until he caught his eye.

“Don’t stare.”

Neil didn’t move an inch.

“I’m not.”

Andrew grabbed his chin and stared at him for a few seconds, the only sounds in the room coming from the television and the fridge. He then forced Neil to turn his face to look at the screen.

“Watch the fucking movie.”

“The exams fried my brain,” Neil admitted, “I’m sorry.”

Andrew let go of his chin and paused the movie. Neil guessed he would be upset, yet no trace of irritation was on his face when he closed the distance between them on the couch and faced him again.

Neil tilted his head in curiosity.

“What?”

“How did the exams go?”

Neil repressed the urge to scream and kiss him.

“I’m not sure I’ll pass Maths.”

Andrew lifted his hand to his curls and he instantly leaned into his palm, touch-starved as he always was when it came to Andrew.

“You will.”

Neil chuckled softly.

“Okay, I will.” He brushed his lips over Andrew’s hand and he noticed some emotion in his expression. “Yes or no?”

Andrew seemed to be collecting his thoughts before answering. Neil never made any new approach without his permission and Andrew’s response varied depending on the day, but he didn’t care. Andrew needed time and, fortunately, they now had all the time in the world.

“Just one.”

Neil nodded and pressed his lips on Andrew’s skin softly, who stirred on the couch slightly and watched him with the same intensity that had been in his gaze during their previous intimate encounters in the bathroom or the bedroom. There was one difference, though: this time, it was Andrew who was receiving the affection.

“C’mere,” he commanded and Neil rested his head on his shoulder, something he only did when Andrew was willing to share his living space with him. He soon felt a strong arm around his back holding him in place. “Take a nap. I’ll stay here.”

Neil placed his hands on his own lap and closed his eyes. That afternoon he dreamt of Andrew, two cats and a lovely house in the countryside.

[shadowreader07]

In the Name of Seventeen | Prologue

Summary: After the death of her father, Jules Bianchi, when she was 8years old, Adelaide Bianchi-Leclerc was taken under the wing of her godfather, Charles Leclerc.

Navigating grief, fame, and the pressures of growing up in the shadow of a racing legend, Adelaide builds a new life, carrying both her father's memory and her own dreams.

Warnings: Mentions of death, a crash, hospitals

Notes: A quick summary of the worst 9 months ever.

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Adelaide Vittoria Ludovica Liisa Bianchi-Leclerc. It's a long name right? Well every single name was given to me for a very specific reason. For example, Vittoria, my mothers name, she died due to complications at birth. My dad thought she would have wanted me to have her name, like a part of her to always have with me.

Adelaide on the other hand was the one name my parents could agree on. It directly translates to meaning "noble kind" my mother heard of it after reading some history about an empress with the name that was intelligent, and apparently made a saint. They thought it would bring me success I guess.

Ludovica and Liisa were both chosen for their meanings alone. Ludovica meaning famous warrior or renowned in battle and Liisa meaning God is my oath.

My parents were very poetic I guess. My name was originally supposed to be Adelaide Vittoria Ludovica Liisa Bianchi. But when my god father took me in at the age of 8 and the reading of the will happened turns out my dad wanted my last name to be hyphenated to make it easier for me or something. All I know is that its just another name for me to have to write out.

Now that the boring explanation is done allow me to tell you how everything went wrong in 43 laps in Suzuka, Japan, and how I lost the most important person in my life.

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I was 7 years old when the crash happened, standing in the paddock with my custom noise cancelling headphones on watching the race through the screen with Charles and Arthur beside me. The race had been going well so far, a little bit sketchy with the track being wet and with a typhoon approaching. Everyone was on high alert. Then it happened.

It happened so fast. On second my papa was having a great race the next there was yelling as his car all but flew off the track. It felt like someone had pressed pause as Charles and Arthur both tried blocking me from what was happening. I didn't understand, was my papa okay?

The next thing I new we were in a hospital with my papa laying still. I asked Arthur why papa wasn't moving, he couldn't even look at me. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked crying, "Why isn't papa moving, is he mad?" A minute later I was taken to my Mamie's house where I would spend the next 9 months.

It was my birthday the last time I saw him, July 17th 2015, the day i turned 8. When I walked in holding my Mamie's hand I could feel something was off, the doctors in the room didn't smile at me like they usually do. I looked up at my Mamie to see tears falling down her face.

"Mamie? Why is everyone crying? It'd my birthday they are supposed to be happy, remember?" I was looking up at her with a frown on my face. She knelt donw to my eye level and cupped my face, "ma douce fille, its time to say goodbye to papa, okay?" she was softly crying while whipping my tears.

The rest of that day is a blur, I don't even remember leaving the hospital.

End of prologue.

[dabflies]

In the back seats. Ideal for bad days.

—pre-outbrake!Tommy Miller x reader.

It was written especially for game!Tommy, but you can still read it imagining the version of show!Tommy without any problem. There are not many specific details.

I really need more content about my man.

content; light angst. fluff. suggestive. gn!reader. age gap (not extreme) . hint of secret encounters. no use of y/n. nothing completely explicit. i wanted to start with something light, be patient with me haha. sit on lap. not defined features or body, so feel safe. my ‘daddy issues’ can be reflected a little-a lot. wc; 1,1K.

a/n; I could be said that this is a small ‘teaser’, you know, to test the waters before deciding to write something longer and more detailed. So I apologize in advance if you feel it's too short or rushed. I would also like to mention that English is not my first language, so really sorry for any grammatical error! written in the app, btw!

Maybe this was all you needed.

No, this was definitely all you needed.

The warmth of his body against yours, his strong arms holding you firmly, making you feel safe. Protected. Allowing you to hide in the hollow of his neck while your tears soak his shirt, letting you feel vulnerable for the first time without embarrassment about it. Big hands traveling down your back, sneaking inside your clothes where his calloused touch leaves soft caresses, causing chills in your skin. You wished that everything would stay like this, that you could stay the rest of your life in his arms without having to worry about anything or anyone else—the pain didn't exist when you were with him.

You clung tightly, as if you were afraid that at any moment he would leave you.

Apparently Tommy seemed to realize it, reading you like a completely open book—that or probably he just could really read minds. You feel his face sliding all over your neck, stopped once he was close enough to your ear. “Do you want to talk ‘bout it?” He whispered in a soft and low tone, giving you some tickling.

You shook your head, a ‘no’ escaping as a whisper from your lips—at least not now. You hadn't said much in a long time, and you feared that, if you started speaking, the only thing that would come out of your mouth would be meaningless babbling for the moment your voice began to break. You wanted to spare yourself the shame and the effort. Not to mention that, most of the energy you had during the day, had been completely drained from your body.

Man, a really bad day.

Bad days.

Those kind of bad days that end up giving you a terrible k.o in the confines of your bed once you step on your room. Those that take away your ability to feel emotions and you only have a blank head and an empty chest. With a strong painful knot suffocating your throat, and no matter how much saliva or water you swallowed, it was still there. Waiting so patiently for you to have enough courage to cry.

And today was one of those days, which left you spending the whole afternoon watching the ceiling as if you depended on it. Tried to process what happened, what you felt, a why. Hoping that Tommy have read your message and maybe, just maybe, come to see you earlier than it used to be—despite how risky it would be if a neighbor caught both of you. Today you needed him more than ever. You needed to get into his arms, sit on his lap in the back of his old jeep, and above all, listen to his voice. You needed it so much that at one point it was embarrassing.

But apparently the universe thought you were being very demanding.

For the bad news, your previous wish was not fulfilled; Tommy's work had become heavier, ruling out the possibility that he would arrive earlier to your house. That left you impatient, waiting for the night to fall quickly while you moved all over your bed. Looking at the clock every couple of minutes that passed, until it marked 12:00 o'clock at night. The usual time.

You waited.

Listening to the ‘click clack’ of the clock above your bed.

And when you heard your phone vibrate with the arrival of a new message and the white light sneaking through the openings in your curtains, you wasted no time. You got out of bed so quickly that you felt dizzy, tripping slightly with your feet on your way to the window. You watched Tommy's gray Jeep park on the side of the street, just a few meters away from your house to avoid attracting too much attention—in case by pure chance someone saw him.

You walked away from the window as soon as you heard the engine turn off, hurrying to grab your sweatshirt and the pair of shoes you had thrown in the corner of your room. Once you made sure that everyone at home was sleeping, you met Tommy, who was patiently waiting for you outside. His body leaned in the worn gray of the old jeep, a slight smile illuminating his face when he watched you walk out the door. You hadn't even let him greet you before you were already in his arms; just when your body remembered the effect he had on you, you burst into tears. The tears you hadn't managed to release.

“Oh, hey, hey, hey… what happened?” You didn't answer and it was enough for him. Tommy didn't say another word; he was silent, letting you be, wrapping his arms around you a short time later. You don't remember how long you two lasted like this, but what you actually can remember is the warmth of his hand wrapped around yours, guiding you to the passenger seat. The heat of his hand now taking place on your thigh, moving down to your knee where he left sweet caresses while he was in charge of driving to his house.

You two didn't enter once you were there, instead you stayed outside parked on the porch. Being right where you were now, on his lap in the back seats. Making you reaffirm that this was what you needed.

His lips brushed against your cheek, where he planted a kiss before moved away. “It’s alright, I gotch’ you,” You felt the emptiness of one of his hands leave its place inside your shirt, only to feel it some time later cardle the cheek that he had not kissed. Separating at a slow pace your face from where it was lying hidden in his neck. “Just want to see your pretty face, m’kay?” He murmured when he felt you tense up at his action, comforting you with a soft laugh behind his words “You haven't let me see you and I miss you, y’know?”

He took the time to admire each of your features once he had you face to face—as if he hadn't seen you in years. “There you go,” he earning a weak and small smile from you, which he didn't hesitate to return. By this time both hands now cradled your face with affection—fearing that it could break at any moment if something like that was possible—his thumbs wiped the odd rebellious tears and his eyes searched for your lost gaze. A characteristic glow in them once they finally met yours.

“Let's make you feel good, what'd you think?”

The sweetness of a kiss melting on your lips when you nodded. His hands filled again the void they had left inside your shirt, and his fingers traced back that familiar path on the skin of your back, going down with that characteristic slowness until they found the hem of your shirt, pulling it.

Tommy always knew where to touch and where not.

How to treat you correctly.

And above all, he was an expert in how make you feel good.

© dabflies.

[481mclarg]

heyyy so a fabio quartararo x male reader soft launch with mechanic reader

✶ Soft launch is okay!

┈─          Slice of life softlaunching your relationship.

★ Fabio Quartararo × Male Mechanic Reader

☆ Established Relationship. Soft launching.

★ Face claim: none, but I'm using some photos from Pinterest & Yamaha – Fabio – Tom Instagrams.

Warning: —

!! There's also a little narration. I don't know, I just felt it.

Hope yall enjoy :)

        You shared a lot of time with Fabio.

        Both on and off the track.

        Things happened naturally.

        Working overtime, analyzing together the bikes' strengths and weaknesses, doing and undoing changes...

        Casual dinners after long weekends, celebrating those with good results.

        Fabio can confidently say he knows about bikes, but he loves that his boyfriend is an actual mechanic.

        Not only because you two traveled everywhere together, spending much more time together than you would have if you two worked elsewhere.

        You also accompanied him when he does motocross, for example, or when he just wanted to ride your motorcycle along the route. And, obviously, work on his bikes or your own.

        Fabio loves seeing you working.

        Working on what you love makes you happy.

        Fabio loves seeing you happy.

        You love Fabio.

youruser

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youruser: He said soft launch is okay😽

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userone: You're not supposed to say when it is a soft launch

↳ usertwo: noo shut up I want him to keep talking

↳ userthree: WHO, bestie ? @/youruser

userfour: so, he's taken? 😔

your_coworker: hope you have rested well

↳ youruser: not enough, I think

↳ userfive: please, someone give them longer vacations 🙏🙏

usersix: You're the funniest on the team, I was missing you, king

userseven: not posting all break & coming back with THIS !!??

usereight: This gonna be our year🙏🙏🙏

↳ youruser: 🙏🙏🙏

youruser · Highlights "working"

youruser

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youruser: Goodbye Thailand 👋

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usernine: That's definitely a date

↳ userten: now we're playing detectives? 😭

↳ usereleven: I don't really care, I love gossip. Someone find that purse brand

↳ usertwelve: That's a good hint, actually. Finding a man who carries a purse shouldn't be difficult

userthirteen: SURVIVE 😭😭 we're so done

userfourteen: not even competing 😭

fabioquartararo20: Why are you stealing my photos

↳ youruser: c'mon, you just took a ss from Pinterest

↳ fabioquartararo20: and? Go find your own photos

↳ youruser: 🙄🙄

↳ userfifteen: Okay, but— Hear me out. I think we have something here...

youruser

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youruser: Beautiful as always 🤍!

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usersixteen: This is so cute

userseventeen: So, they had another date in Argentina

↳ usereighteen: his bf is part of the team

↳ usernineteen: HES DATING ANOTHER MECHANIC??

↳ usertwenty: Well, must be someone in some team, bc they keep traveling together

↳ usertwentyone: omg we have another good hint

↳ usertwentytwo: If only he put the same enthusiasm into school...

youruser

youruser

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youruser: Little dump 🤠 Stay tuned for exciting news

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fabioquartararo20

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fabioquartararo20: USA DUMPP 🇺🇸🗽🤠

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userfifteen: GUYS I TELL YOU THERE WAS SOMETHING

usertwentythree: wait— WHAT

usertwentyfour: he's dating his mechanic,,, ??

usertwentyfive: not very soft for a soft launch

usertwentysix: So, he's dating one of his mechanics, or he just hung out with all his friends AND their partners?

↳ usertwentyseven: he's always third wheeling😭😭

↳ usertwentyeight: I think this is the most accurate theory tbh

youruser

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youruser: I invited him out to lunch for his birthday, and he only made me buy him a hamburger? Joyeux anniversaire, I guess

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usertwentynine: This doesn't sound like a bf message tbh

userthirty: ngl I didn't expect anything else from Fabio

↳ userthirtyone: I see him having a 1st date on a fucking mcdonald's

userthirtytwo: the candle in the burger 😭😭😭

fabioquartararo20: 🙄

↳ youruser: happy bday fabiño 😽🫶 thanks for being cheap (today, at least)

youruser

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youruser: cellphone thief ⬆️⬆️⬆️

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youruser: we made him work as a punishment for his crimes

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youruser: 🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸

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userthirtythree: You must kiss a lot of boys since you work at yamaha

↳ youruser: I've been kissing a lot one boy*

↳ userthirtyfour: EXCUSE ME

↳ userthirtyfive: okay but drop @ 🫴🫴

youruser

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youruser: messing arround

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fabioquartararo20

youruser

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youruser: That little bag is just decoration. He didn't bring any money and I had to pay for everything

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userthirtysix: We can consider this a hard launch, or what?

↳ userthirtseven: I don't even know what to believe anymore

↳ userthirtyeight: he keeps softlaunching but also posting about fabio ?

↳ userthirtynine: I mean, they work together & probably with his partner, too

userforty: YALL JUST SHUT UP. I SWEAR THAT'S THE THAI GP POST PURSE/BAG !!!

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fabioquartararo20: 🌹🌹🌹

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userfortyone: WHAAAAAT

userfortytwo: WTF SINCE WHEN

userfortythree: SO HE WAS IN FACT DATING HIS MECHANIC

↳ userfortyfour: WHAT MECHANIC

↳ userfortyfive: bro was late to the gossip

↳ userfortysix: @/youruser

userfortyseven: the flowers are so cute 😭

userfortyeight: THE LITTLE DESERT😭😭

userfortynine: WE NEED SOME @ FABIO !!

userfifty: ON A RANDOM TUESDAY ????

youruser

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youruser: pretend to be surprised 😽

100 FOLLOWERS EVENT

481MCLARG | 28 . 04 . 2025 | CORREGIDO

[4m0r1m]

A Moment Together

SUMMARY: After their beautiful nikah ceremony, Sharky and his wife share an intimate, private moment at home.

WORD COUNT: 1,327 words

PAIRING: sharky x reader

WARNINGS: sugestive parts but nothing to crazy.

The sounds of laughter and joy echoed outside the small, intimate hall where the nikah ceremony had just finished. Sharky, his mind still buzzing with the emotion of the moment, couldn’t help but stare at his wife, her face glowing under the soft lighting, the quietest smile on her lips.

She was everything he had ever dreamed of — sweet, kind, playful — and he had just promised to spend the rest of his life with her. And for some reason, the thought of that scared him, but not in the way he thought it would. He was terrified, but it wasn’t a fear of the future. It was a fear of how much he already loved her.

As everyone moved to the celebration, Sharky pulled her aside, his hand brushing against hers. There was a softness in his touch that made her smile even more, and she turned to him, her playful gaze never leaving him.

“You okay?” she asked, her voice light and teasing, but the concern was clear in her eyes.

He chuckled, his heart racing. “I think I’m more than okay.”

She raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. “You sure? You look like you’re about to burst with all those feelings you’re hiding.”

Sharky grinned, shaking his head. “Nah, I’m good. Just… got a lot on my mind.”

He wanted to tell her how much he loved her — how he couldn’t imagine a life without her — but he didn’t have the words just yet. Instead, his voice softened as he took a step closer.

“I would love to have children with you, you know,” he said, almost shyly, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

She blinked, her eyes wide with surprise, and then, without missing a beat, her lips curled into a mischievous grin.

“Well, wanna try it tonight?” she teased, her playful tone making his heart race even faster.

Sharky’s eyes widened in shock, but he couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. “You’re serious?”

She only smiled in response, stepping even closer to him, her fingers brushing his arm. The playful energy between them was undeniable, but there was something else there too — something deeper, something more intimate.

He reached for her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles, as though he needed to reassure himself that this moment was real. “Tonight?”

She nodded, her smile turning into something softer, something that made his heart ache with love. “Tonight. If you’re ready.”

He leaned in, his forehead resting gently against hers, feeling the warmth of her skin. “I’m ready,” he murmured.

The night had fallen quietly around them, and they found themselves back in the comfort of their home, alone at last. The excitement of the day had faded, leaving behind a peaceful calm that settled between them. Sharky couldn’t quite believe they were here — just the two of them, about to begin their life together.

He stood by the door for a moment, watching her as she removed the delicate veil from her hair. The soft fabric fell around her shoulders, revealing her face, now slightly flushed from the wedding, her eyes still sparkling with mischief and something else — something so undeniably loving, it made his chest tighten.

“Come here,” she said, her voice low and playful.

Without a second thought, Sharky closed the distance between them, his hands finding her waist as he pulled her into a gentle kiss. It was soft at first, slow, like they were both savoring the moment, unsure of how to take the next step. But then her fingers curled into his shirt, tugging him closer, and he felt the heat of her body against his.

The kiss deepened, a sweet kind of urgency filling the air as their breaths began to mix, each one a little more desperate than the last. Sharky’s hands roamed to the small of her back, pulling her even closer, feeling the warmth of her skin through the fabric of her dress.

She pulled away just enough to catch her breath, her lips brushing against his in the process. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered, her voice filled with a longing that made his heart race.

Sharky smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “Me too,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “But I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

His hands slid up to her face, cupping it gently, as he leaned in for another kiss — deeper, slower this time, as if they both knew they were about to step into something that would change everything.

Her hands wandered to his neck, the tips of her fingers tracing the muscles there, before she slowly pulled him towards the bed. Sharky followed her lead, his heart thumping in his chest as she laid back against the soft sheets.

He hovered over her for a moment, gazing down at her, his heart swelling with love and need. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled up at him, her eyes full of affection. “I’m sure. I want this with you.”

That was all he needed. With a gentle push, he lowered himself onto her, his lips finding hers again, as his hands roamed down her body. Each touch was tender, exploratory, as though they were both learning each other anew.

Her hands slid under his shirt, pulling it off over his head, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. Sharky shuddered at the feeling of her skin against his, the way her touch sent sparks of electricity through him.

He pulled back for a moment, gazing down at her, taking in the sight of her — beautiful, radiant, and completely his.

She reached up, pulling him back to her, her lips pressing against his neck as her hands worked on unbuttoning his trousers. The sensation of her hands on him sent a wave of heat through his body, and he couldn’t help but let out a soft groan.

Sharky’s hands moved to the back of her dress, undoing the zipper slowly, his fingers brushing against the smooth skin of her back. She shivered slightly, but it wasn’t from the cold.

Finally, the dress was off, and Sharky took a moment to admire her, his heart nearly stopping as he took in the sight of her. He wanted her more than anything in that moment, but he also wanted to cherish her, to make sure she knew just how much she meant to him.

He leaned down, pressing gentle kisses along her collarbone, his hands caressing her sides, tracing the curves of her body. Her breathing quickened, and he could feel her pulse racing beneath his lips.

With a soft sigh, she reached for him again, pulling him back into another kiss, her hands moving to the waistband of his trousers. They both worked in a rhythm, stripping away the last remnants of their clothing, each movement a promise of what was to come.

When they were finally skin-to-skin, Sharky paused for a moment, his forehead resting against hers as he took in the moment. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

She smiled, her fingers brushing against his chest. “Then show me,” she whispered back.

And he did.

Later, as they lay in each other’s arms, the world outside seemed so far away. Sharky pulled her closer, his hand resting gently on her stomach. “I meant what I said earlier,” he murmured. “I really would love to have children with you.”

She smiled softly, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “We will. In our time. But right now, we have each other, and that’s enough.”

Sharky nodded, kissing the top of her head as they both drifted off into a peaceful sleep, knowing that this was just the beginning of their journey together.

A/N: Hi loves! I know I said I would do smut but in the middle of the process I realise I'm shit at writing smut😭 so you have a little bit I'm sure you guys can imagine the rest!!

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

One day

One day I hope people realize that Kitsunami already "broke through his programming" back by issue #56 of Idw Sonic

He had an entire mini arc where he dealt with being without Surge for the first time, and in the real world. He met Sonic and his friends directly, tried to work out what his purpose would be without Surge in his life (gave it a shot trying to devote himself to Sonic, seeing him as the next best thing after Surge). And when it was all said and done, he decided after experiencing more that at Surge's side is where he wanted to be.

As of the recent IDW issues, Kit isn't sticking with Surge "because of programming" and "because he just needs for other characters to friend him and turn him into a better person". He is at her side because he wants to be. He protects her and aids her because he cares about her, not just because he's serving the strongest guy in the room. And he's not interacting with others because he's decided not to give a shit about anyone else other than Surge (because from his pov, even the "good guys" are fake. From his pov, everyone is someone trying to lie and manipulate their way into pulling him and Surge to their side)

Kit already has decided what he wants to do with his life. And he decided it on his own. Not because of anyone else's wants or wishes. That's the whole point of his speech at the end of #56.

He's burying whatever his and Surge's past is and moving forward with his conviction to be with Surge because it's what he wants.

[mars-ipan]

fucking hell i hate being sick so much

[seventh-district]

Are you sad? Are you miserable? Is your life falling apart? Is your body falling apart? Does your head feel like it’s full of cotton, or perhaps TV static? Does it feel like the world is crumbling around you? Is it getting harder to force yourself through the daily motions? Is happiness getting increasingly harder to find?

Why not consider making a large, hyperfixation-fueled impulse purchase?

They won’t tell you this, but all of the happiness and satisfaction you’re searching for, along with each of those little chemicals that make your brain feel good, are all hidden within your very next large, hyperfixation-fueled impulse purchase!

So why don’t you go on ahead and grab that credit card, throw caution to the wind, and chase that good feeling? You certainly won’t regret it. No one has ever regretted making a large, hyperfixation-fueled impulse purchase! Never!