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giulia gwinn x anxiety!reader
part one - part two
summary: you try to hide it, but she already knows
warnings: diagnosed anxiety, fear, zoloft mentions, angst, split into two parts because of the word count
the second half starts, and somehow, you manage to push through. you make an assist to sydney. for a fleeting moment, thereâs a spark of joy. youâre happy for her, you really are.Â
then you start to think that youâve realized something. the acknowledgment youâre used to isnât coming. no one is rushing to congratulate you for the assist, like they normally do for anyone else who makes a great play.Â
you know itâs not because they donât care, but your mind betrays you. it starts spinning with doubt, with fear. did they notice the mistake you made earlier? do they think youâre not good enough? why is no one congratulating you?
your heart beats faster now, the panic rising again. you try to push the thoughts aside, to focus on the game, but the fear is too strong. itâs all you can think about.Â
then, a familiar voice pulls you from your spiraling thoughts. pernille is next to you, her arms around you in a tight hug.Â
âyou did great,â she says, her voice warm and reassuring.Â
tuva follows, giving you a pat on the back, and for a brief moment, the fog lifts. youâve made a mistake, but they donât hate you. they donât blame you. they still believe in you.
your heart is still racing, too fast, too loud, pounding against your chest like it's trying to break free. calm down, calm down, you tell yourself, but it doesnât help.Â
nothing helps. itâs like a constant hum of anxiety buzzing in your ears, drowning out everything else.
when the coach calls for the substitution, you barely register it at first. youâre already so deep in your head that the words don't hit until heâs looking directly at you, a hint of concern in his eyes. you blink, startled, as he gives a quick nod towards the sideline.Â
linda comes on for you, and you give her a light hug before the coach reaches out to put his hand on your shoulder.
"y/n, rest. you did great. go ahead and sit the last twenty minutes out."
it feels like the earth shifts beneath your feet. the pressure mounting in your chest. as you walk toward the benches , all you can feel is this deep sense of failure.Â
I didnât do well. I wasnât good enough. thatâs why heâs subbing me off.Â
your pulse doesnât slow down as you sit on the bench, your leg bouncing uncontrollably. you try to still it, but your body doesnât listen. itâs as if the constant movement is the only thing you can do to release the built-up energy inside of you.Â
I wasnât good enough, you repeat, the thoughts relentless, pushing through the cracks in your mind.Â
sam kerr sits beside you, and without a word, she leans her head on your shoulder. itâs a small gesture, but itâs enough. the weight of her support, her presence, pulls you out of the storm in your head, if only for a moment.Â
âgreat job love,â you hear her say silently, and you want to believe her, want to feel proud of what youâve done, but itâs so hard to shake the feeling of not being enough.Â
you glance back at the field, watching the play unfold, but your focus isnât there. your body feels heavy, and your mind is racing.Â
I donât belong here. I canât even finish a game. Iâm not enough for this team.Â
the rest of the game moves in a blur as you try to calm your breathing, to remind yourself that itâs okay, that youâre doing your best.Â
the anxiety has a grip on you, pulling you deeper. your leg keeps bouncing, faster now, each movement a desperate attempt to release the tension building inside you. itâs exhausting, and the fear is suffocating.Â
when the coach comes over after the game, his words are meant to comfort you.Â
ây/n, you did great out there. youâre doing everything right. you just needed a breakâtake it easy.â but they donât sink in, not right away. you nod and give him a quick smile, but it doesnât reach your eyes.Â
I didnât do great, you think. I was subbed out. I couldnât finish the match.
ten minutes after the ending of the game, youâre surrounded by teammates celebrating the 5-2 victory over arsenal. it should feel like a triumph, and in some ways, it does.Â
when youâre talking to lea about the win, lenaâstill recovering from her ACL injuryâsuddenly picks you up from behind, lifting you off your feet in an enthusiastic embrace.
âyou did so good!!!â she shouts, her voice filled with joy.
for a split second, panic courses through you. you freeze, body rigid, terrified that somehow youâre going to hurt her. you donât want to be the reason she gets injured again. you pull away quickly, a nervous laugh escaping your lips as you explain,Â
âi donât want to be the reason you get hurt again.â
lena laughs, shaking her head. âyouâre so light. you couldnât hurt me,â she reassures you, and for the first time all day, you feel a little bit lighter.Â
the fear begins to lift, and you let out a shaky breath, finally starting to believe that maybe youâre being ridiculous, youâre not as bad as your anxiety makes you think.
lea picks you up next, and for a fleeting moment, you feel the weight of your worries start to fade. the team loves you. they donât hate you. theyâre not disappointed in you. you are enough.
later that night, when you and giulia arrive home, the house feels different. quieter. more intimate. the adrenaline of the match still buzzes in your veins, but now youâre alone with giulia.Â
she sits next to you on the couch, her strong arms around you as you both begin to unwind. you talk about the game. your assist, the plays you both loved from giuli, the moments that didnât go as planned.Â
then giuliaâs tone shifts. sheâs quieter now, her hand resting on your knee as she watches you carefully.
âhowâs therapy going?â she asks, her voice gentle but probing.
the question catches you off guard, and suddenly, youâre paralyzed with fear. youâve been hiding the truth from her for so long. the medication. the diagnosis. the fact that things havenât gotten better, despite what youâve been telling everyone, including her. your chest tightens as the words struggle to leave your mouth.Â
(throwback) you sit in the small, sterile office at bayernâs campus, your fingers anxiously tapping against the arms of the chair. the white walls seem to close in on you as you try to focus on the woman sitting across from you.Â
the psychiatrist.Â
sheâs kind and patient, but everything about this situation feels foreign and uncomfortable. youâre not used to talking about your feelings. youâve spent your whole life pushing them down, burying them behind a smile, behind the constant drive to be better, to be strong.Â
today, everything feels too much. too heavy.
ây/n, youâve been dealing with a lot of pressure lately,â she says, her voice soft but steady.Â
âand itâs okay to admit that youâre struggling with it. itâs more common than you might think.â
you want to argue. iâm fine, you want to say. i donât need help. however, the words stick in your throat. you canât lie, not anymore. not when it feels like your entire body is suffocating under the weight of everything.Â
you nod, even though a part of you still wants to shut it all down. itâs too much now. the fear. the racing thoughts. the panic attacks. itâs been months, and itâs only getting worse. so you listen as the psychiatrist continues, explaining how anxiety can feel like an endless cycle thatâs hard to escape, how sometimes your mind just needs help.Â
medication, she suggests, can ease the constant tension, help you regain some control.Â
she mentions zoloft, a small pill to take each morning. at first, the idea of it makes you cringe. medication? youâve never been the type to rely on pills, but deep down, you know something has to change.Â
youâre tired of feeling like your chest is going to explode every time you step onto the pitch. tired of the constant weight of guilt and fear that follows you everywhere.
âit might take some time to work,â she says, as if reading your mind. âit can help. we can monitor it together with the rest of the doctors here.â
you nod again, though it feels like a distant part of you is screaming to stop. you donât want to admit that somethingâs wrong, that youâre not strong enough to handle it all. but here you are, agreeing to try something new, agreeing to take that pill.Â
you want to believe itâll work, but youâre also afraid it wonât. if it doesnât, what will that say about you?
the psychiatrist hands you the prescription, and you take it, your hands shaking slightly. the weight of the small bottle feels overwhelming, like it holds all your fears inside. this is it, you think. this is the fix. this is how itâs going to get better. the thought doesnât make you feel better. it only makes the weight heavier. what if it doesnât work?
that night, when you get home, you find yourself standing in front of the dresser, staring at the small, nondescript bottle in your hand.Â
you want to hide it. you donât want anyoneâespecially giuliaâto know. you canât let her see this side of you, not when youâve worked so hard to keep up the facade.Â
without thinking, you open the drawer of your underwear dresser. it feels like the safest place, the one place where no one would look. you tuck the bottle inside, burying it underneath your things, as if hiding it will somehow make it less real. less of a reflection of whatâs wrong with you.
the next morning, you take the pill as if itâs just another routine. but the guilt hangs over you, a shadow that doesnât leave.Â
you try not to think about it, but the more you take the pill each day, the worse it feels. it doesnât help. it doesnât change anything.you think that youâre still broken. it only makes you feel like youâre drifting farther away from yourself like youâre numbing your emotions, but not in a good way.Â
itâs like youâre fading into someone elseâs skin, and you donât know how to stop it.
you feel like youâre suffocating in your own mind, and you donât know how to explain it to giulia.Â
what if she thinks Iâm not good enough for her? what if she sees me as weak? sheâs always been your anchor, the one person you never want to disappoint, but telling her about this... it feels like the ultimate failure.
and so, you keep it to yourself. the pill bottle stays hidden, tucked away in that drawer. the anxious thoughts continue to spiral, unchecked, but you donât want anyone to know. not even giulia. not even her.
back to the presentâ giuliaâs quiet, but you can feel the weight of her gaze on you. sheâs waiting, and you know sheâs already figured out that somethingâs wrong. itâs been weeks, and the cracks in your facade are starting to show.
âtherapy has been fine.â you smile, pulling a loose piece of blonde hair behind giuliaâs ear. her hair wasnât in her signature ponytail braid from the game, but in loose curls over her shoulders that the braid gave her.Â
you try to focus on something, anythingâanything to avoid her eyesâbut itâs useless. your hands are shaking, and every thought feels like itâs running away from you. the anxiety from the match still lingers in your chest, but now itâs compounded by guilt.Â
guilt for not telling her sooner. guilt for hiding the truth. you feel trapped in your own head, like youâre suffocating under the weight of your own emotions.
giulia watches you carefully, her brow furrowed. she doesnât need to ask anymore. she knows. and thatâs what scares you most.
ây/n,â giulia finally says, her voice calm but firm.Â
âyou know we need to talk, right?â
you swallow hard. your throat feels tight, the words stuck there. you try to smile, but it feels forced, like it wonât reach your eyes.Â
âabout what?â
she leans forward, elbows resting on her knees, eyes never leaving yours.Â
âabout you. about everything youâve been hiding.â
the words hit like a punch to the stomach, and you flinch. hidingâthe word stings. because itâs true. youâve been hiding everything. everything thatâs been eating at you for months now.Â
the anxiety, the fear, the constant worry that youâre not good enoughâthat youâll fail again and let everyone down. especially her. the person whoâs always had your back for the last five years. the person whoâs seen you at your best, at your worst, and still loved you unconditionally.Â
now, youâre afraid to admit that youâve been struggling.
âgiulia, I donâtââ you begin, but she interrupts, her tone sharper now, like sheâs not going to let you brush it off again.
âdonât, y/n. donât shut me out again!â giuliaâs voice is soft but serious, and her eyes search yours with a piercing intensity.Â
âiâve seen the way youâve been. Iâve seen how youâve been withdrawing, how youâre not talking to me or anyone else about it. I know youâre not okay. I know youâre not just tired or stressed from the game. this is something else. I want to help.â
you feel your chest tighten at her words. you want to tell her everything, want to explain whatâs been going on inside your head, but the fear grips you tight.Â
what if she thinks youâre weak? what if she thinks she canât handle this part of you? what if she doesnât understand? you thought.
giuliaâs expression softens, her tone gentler now, but she doesnât back down.Â
ây/n, I know you better than anyone. and I can see it. I know whatâs been going on. I know youâre struggling with anxiety. and I know youâve been taking medication for it. you donât have to hide it from me anymore.â
the room goes quiet. your heart skips a beat, and the blood rushes to your ears.Â
how does she know? you didnât tell her. you didnât want to burden her with it, didnât want her to look at you differently.Â
somehow, giulia knows. sheâs known all along.
âgiulia, Iââ you start, but she cuts you off, her voice gentle but firm.
âwhy didnât you tell me, y/n?â giulia asks, her voice laced with a mix of concern and hurt.Â
âwhy didnât you come to me? why have you been hiding this from me?â
the words hit you like a slap, and you blink back the tears that threaten to fall.Â
âi didnât want you to think I was... weak,â you admit, your voice trembling.
 i didnât want you to think I was... broken.â
giulia leans in, her hand reaching for yours, gently taking it in hers. her grip is steady, warm, and you feel a little bit of the weight on your chest lift.Â
ây/n, youâre not broken,â she says softly.Â
âyouâre human. and being human means you have struggles. you have fears, and you have moments where you need help. that doesnât make you weak. it makes you real. Iâm not going anywhere. I want to help you, but you have to let me in.â
you feel the tears that youâve been holding back finally spill over, hot and unrelenting. the sobs wrack your body as giulia pulls you into her arms, holding you close. youâve been so terrified of letting her see you like thisâvulnerable, broken, messy.Â
you realize that sheâs not looking at you with disappointment. sheâs not seeing your anxiety as a flaw or a weakness. sheâs seeing you. all of you.
âiâm sorry,â you choke out, your voice muffled against her shoulder.Â
âi didnât mean to shut you out. i thought... i thought youâd think i wasnât strong enough to be your partner anymore.â
giulia shakes her head, her fingers soothing through your hair.Â
ây/n, I never thought that. I never would. I donât need you to be perfect. I just need you to be you. and right now, that means letting me be here for you.â
âweâll get through this together, okay?â giulia whispers into your hair, her voice filled with unwavering support.Â
âyou donât have to face this alone.â
you nod against her, the sobs slowing, the tightness in your chest loosening. for the first time in months, you finally feel like you can breathe.
the morning light filters through the curtains, casting soft beams across the bedroom. the air is calm, the silence between you and giulia comfortable for once, free of the tension youâve been carrying for weeks. luckily, you guys have the day off from anything football related so you can stay in bed for longer.Â
you sit on the edge of the bed, your fingers still trembling slightly, but youâre more at ease than youâve been in a long time. last night, you opened up to her in ways you didnât think you could. and though your heart had pounded in your chest and the fear of being judged had nearly consumed you, giulia hadnât wavered.Â
you glance over at her, the way sheâs lounging on the bed, her legs propped up under the covers, her eyes half-lidded as she smiles faintly in your direction.Â
the bottle of zoloft sits on the nightstand, so small, so innocent-looking. it feels heavier than it should, but the weight is different now.Â
itâs no longer just a symbol of everything thatâs wrong with you. itâs a step forward. and youâre ready to take it.Â
without hesitation, you pick up the bottle, twisting the cap off, feeling giuliaâs gaze on you. her eyes are soft, not judgmental, just... waiting. you feel a small sense of reassurance, as if her presence alone is all you need.Â
thereâs no longer that nagging voice telling you to hide, to keep it to yourself. you canât change your past, but you can change how you move forward, and you want to move forward, especially with giu.Â
you take the pill, the cool surface of the tablet smooth in your fingers, and swallow it down with a sip of water. itâs such a small act, but it feels monumental.
âgood morning,â giulia says, her voice light, laced with affection. her eyes soften, and she shifts slightly to make space for you on the bed.Â
you settle down next to her, the pillow cool against your skin, and you let out a breath you didnât realize you were holding. giuliaâs hand brushes your waist, and you lace your fingers around hers.Â
âiâm proud of you, you know,â she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. she turns her head to look at you, her eyes warm, filled with love. thereâs no judgment, just acceptance.Â
you nod, trying not to let the lump in your throat get the best of you. itâs hard to believe sometimes, that sheâs always going to be there, in moments like these, it feels real. it feels like you can finally breathe.
âthank you,â you reply softly, feeling a quiet sense of peace settle over you.Â
âfor being patient. for being so loving my love.â
giulia smiles, the softest smile youâve ever seen.Â
âyouâre perfect just the way you are.âÂ
she brushes a stray lock of hair from your face, her touch gentle.Â
life is not easy, and youâre not perfect. you donât have to be. you have giulia, and thatâs enough.
baby steps. itâs enough.
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Bowser vs Eggman: The Aftermath, Sonic's Realization
Restoration HQ
The Restoration's base hummed with quiet industry, a symphony of activity unfolding in the sprawling headquarters. Engineers tinkered with machines, repairing damaged equipment salvaged from the frontlines of battles past. Analysts poured over maps and reports, ensuring the Restoration could respond to any crisis at a momentâs notice. Volunteers bustled through the corridors, distributing supplies to be shipped to remote villages still recovering from the scars left by Eggmanâs takeover.
Near the central operations hub, Tails oversaw a group of technicians calibrating a new detection system, his twin tails flicking with excitement as he explained the upgrades. In another corner, Belle hummed a song as she worked on long overdue repairs, her focus undeterred by the chatter of Jewel's logistical assistants organizing supply runs. The day was typical, steady, and predictable. Something that was becoming more and more common in this fantastical world.
Sonic leaned against a safety rail on the upper balcony overlooking the main floor, his arms crossed casually as he took in the scene. Below, a pair of members chuckled at the antics of Rough and Tumble on a monitor. The bumbling skunk duo had tried robbing a supply caravan earlier that week, only to be thwarted by Whisper and Tangle.
"You know," Sonic idly started as Amy came up behind him, "This place runs like a well-oiled machine. Kinda weird seeing it so . . . calm."
Amy smiled. "Itâs what we wanted, right? To rebuild without having to fend off badniks every day."
"Yeah, I guess." He tapped a foot idly against the ground. "Just feels like itâs been too quiet. The biggest threats these days are Rough and Tumble making a mess of some random store or Clutch trying to pull off another shady deal. Hardly the kind of thing that gets my blood pumping."
"Maybe thatâs a good thing," Amy said, looking at him. "Weâre not supposed to need you to be the hero all the time, Sonic. The Restoration can handle the small stuff."
âAnd Iâm here to clean up the big stuff . . . but nothing big has happened in months. I canât even remember the last time Eggman pulled one of his âIâm-gonna-conquer-the-worldâ stunts. Man, I just canât shake the feeling that something big is going to happen, that itâs just right around the corner. If that makes sense.â
"It does," Amy admitted, her tone thoughtful. "I mean, after everything with Starfall Islands, I thought weâd have a new crisis by now. But Eggmanâs been completely off the radar."
"Maybe heâs finally throwing in the towel," Sonic said, tilting his head back and gazing at the ceiling. "You know, after losing Sage . . . I think that hit him harder than heâd ever admit. She was like a daughter to him."
Amy frowned, taking in this new information. "You really think thatâs enough to stop him? Eggmanâs a lot of things, but giving up isnât one of them. If anything, heâs probably using this quiet time to build something even more dangerous."
"Maybe," Sonic said, tapping his chin in thought. "Or maybe heâs finally realized thereâs more to life than building giant ego-machines. I like to think losing Sage mightâve made him . . . rethink things."
Amy glanced at him, her expression softening. "You always see the best in people, even someone like Eggman. But I donât think heâll ever stop being Eggman. Heâs always scheming, Sonic. Always."
Sonic smirked, the corner of his mouth curling as he turned to face her. "Well, if he is planning something, weâll handle it. Like always." He tapped the rail. "But for now? Iâm gonna enjoy the peace. Even if it is a bit boring."
Before Sonic and Amy could exchange another word, the lights flickered ominously across the Restorationâs base. A sharp crackle of static blared through the speakers, drawing everyoneâs attention. The monitors scattered throughout the facility turned black for a brief moment before the familiar crimson insignia of the Eggman Empire appeared with the text âPlease Stand byâ.
The room erupted in confusion and alarm. Restoration workers scrambled to consoles, engineers fumbled with emergency protocols, and Tails bolted to the main control panel, barking orders to the tech team. Above it all, Sonic remained leaning against the rail, his grin widening.
"Well, well," He said with an amused chuckle. "Speak of the devil. Letâs see what olâ Egg for brains has been plotting!" He could feel that surge of excitement and adventure rise up within him.
"If you are seeing this," Eggman began, his tone uncharacteristically serious, âThen I am dead."
A stunned silence fell over the room. Even Sonicâs grin faltered for a moment, replaced by a raised eyebrow of genuine surprise. Amyâs eyes widened before shaking her head with disbelief.
Eggman continued, his image flickering as though the message were pre-recorded. "Yes, yes, I know what you're thinking. 'Is this some sort of trick?' Let me assure you, if this message is playing, then I have shuffled off this mortal coil.â
He paused dramatically, letting the words sink in before throwing his arms out in mock despair. "Tragic, isnât it? The world has lost its greatest genius! A monumental loss for science, for civilization, for Mobius itself! But donât mourn me too much! Iâm sure my end was spectacularly dramatic!" The scientist laughed, twirling his mustache.
Eggman continued, his tone shifting to a speculative drawl. "Speaking of which, Iâm curious. What could possibly have done me in? Was it one of my magnificent plans going down in flames? Did one of my creations rebel and finally catch me off guard? Or . . . " He grinned, pointing straight at the camera. ". . . did you finally do it, Sonic?" He leaned back stroking his chin as he considered the possibility,âIf so, I do wonder what prompted you to do it. I had to have had a truly devilish marvel of a scheme to get you to finally cross that line.â
Eggman suddenly retracted, waving his hand dismissively. âAh, who am I kidding? Youâd never do it. No, no, no youâre too soft. Always playing hero, always keeping me alive so we can do this little dance forever. Ohohoho!â
Amy crossed her arms, annoyed.. âHeâs still insufferable as always.â
Eggman wiped a tear from his eye before continuing his spiel, âBut fear not Sonic, even if Iâm gone youâll still have quite the foe on your hands! Should Metal Sonic still be operational, and really, why wouldnât he be? I built him to perfection. Then my empire is in capable hands. Metal will carry my legacy, and he will succeed where I could not. He will destroy you, Sonic. Oh yes, your days are numbered. Even now, Iâm sure heâs already formulating the best way to turn you into a smoldering pile of ash! How proud I am!â
The screen glitched momentarily, then Eggman continued, his expression softening into a smug grin. âOf course, I canât leave without a personal touch. Iâve prepared special messages for each of you. Think of them as parting gifts from beyond the grave! They should be arriving . . . oh, about now.â
As the video cut off, the Eggman Empire logo pulsed on the screens, and then, one by one, the Restorationâs systems began rebooting. Almost immediately, individual monitors across the room displayed specific names: Sonic, Belle, Amy, Tails, and others.
âHe canât be dead, can he?â Belle questioned, her wooden body rigid and eyes wide with disbelief. She was shaking, almost to the point of breaking. The poor puppet jumped as Tails placed his hand upon her back and got her to calm down.
âThereâs only one way to find out.â Sonic uttered out, for once he didnât have his casual smile upon his face. The wind seemed to have been taken out of his sails. One by one each of them approached a different monitor, wondering what kind of message Eggman had left for them.
Sonic leaned forward, his finger hovering over the notification bearing his name. The air around him felt heavy now, the reality of Eggmanâs proclamation beginning to set in. He steadied his shaking finger and tapped the screen.
The screen lit up again, revealing a new recording of Dr. Eggman. This time, the background was less ominous. It was his usual workshop, cluttered with half-finished machines and screens displaying blueprints of his countless schemes. Eggman lounged in his oversized hover chair, a smug grin plastered on his face. That grin while still as smug as ever, seemed less performative and much more natural, as though this part was meant for Sonic and Sonic alone.
"Sonic," he began, spreading his arms grandly, "If youâre watching this, then congratulations youâve outlived me. Bask in the glory of knowing you survived the greatest mind in history! Iâm sure youâre standing there, smirking like you always do, thinking youâve won. But letâs not get too carried away. Because if thereâs one thing I know about you, itâs that youâll never really consider this a win. Not against me"
Sonic nodded, it was true. He never wanted to see Eggman die. He always dreamt that Eggman would have a change of heart, that he would re-adopt that Mr. Tinker persona and work on making the world a better place. That was what victory meant to the Blue Blur, not this.
Anything but this.
"You know, Hedgehog, youâve been the proverbial thorn in my side for years, and yet . . . I canât say I ever hated it. Not truly. Sure, youâre insufferable, cocky, and annoyingly fast, but youâve also been . . . entertaining. From our first little dance back on South Island to our more ambitious confrontations, like, oh, I donât know, the time I turned you into a werehog . . . Not one of my brightest moments, mind you. But the point still stands! You pushed me, Sonic. Forced me to innovate, to improve, to strive for perfection. The brutal truth is that I am glad that you foiled my plans, it made my future endeavors all the more worth it."
"But," Eggman snapped, his voice snapping back to its usual boisterousness, "Donât let this go to your head! Even dead Iâm still smarter than you in every conceivable way. GAH! If Iâd had just a little more time, I would have won! Make no mistake about that!â He pounded his fist against the table before calming himself down,âIâll admit . . . there were times I almost respected you. Almost."
Sonic let out a soft smirk, understanding that was a confession of respect from the egomaniac.
The workshop around Eggman seemed almost smaller now, the man himself quieter despite the bombast in his words. "But alas, here we are. Iâm gone, and youâre still here. I know youâll carry on, saving the day and being that insufferable do-gooder youâve always been. And honestly?" He allowed himself a small, almost wistful smile. "The worldâs better for it. If I can't take over the world, then you better ensure that no one else will!"
Sonicâs hands dropped to his sides, the faint ache of realization settling in his chest. This wasnât just another one of Eggmanâs melodramatic speeches. For the first time, the finality of it all began to sink in.
He hated this.
This was something that he couldnât run from, that he couldnât use his prowess to overcome. Eggman was gone . . . and that fact truly hurt the carefree blue blur.
Sage had asked him to look after Eggman. Those were her final words, for him to ensure that her father would continue to live, for them to make up their differences. And he had failed that little girl, and he had failed himself.
Eggman straightened, his expression shifting to something sterner. "But enough sentimentality! I saved the most important part of this message for last." He tapped the side of his chair, and a familiar figure appeared on the screen beside him. "Sage."
Sonic's eyes went wide as he pressed his head against the screen.
Sage was gone, why was Eggman bringing her back up?
Eggman let out a confident smirk,âI managed to save her, Sonic. I scoured the Starfall Islands and all of Cyberspace, finding the remnant parts of her code, stitching it all back together and nursing her back to health! I succeeded where you failed her!â He uttered out, pressing his finger against the camera.
âSheâs alive!?â Sonic shouted out, prompting glances from other Restoration members. A soft grin emerged upon his face,âOf course she is . . . Itâs Eggman after all.â He was a miracle worker, always able to do the impossible.
âIâve already integrated her into the Eggnet. Sheâs protected now, there wonât be any incidents such as what happened last time, and she WILL outlast me.â Eggman guaranteed, having worked long and hard to ensure Sageâs longevity and survival.
The image on the screen pointed directly at Sonic, his gaze sharp and serious. "And hereâs the kicker, since Iâm gone, I need someone to look after her. Someone who understands her. Someone who . . . " He hesitated, as if the words tasted strange in his mouth. " . . . who can help her find her place in this world. That someone, Sonic, is you."
The weight of the words hit Sonic like a freight train. The usually confident, quick-witted hedgehog found himself at a loss.
"I know what youâre thinking," Eggman said, his smirk returning faintly. "Why would I trust you with something so precious to me? The truth is, I donât. But youâre the best shot sheâs got. Youâre . . . a hero, after all. And for what itâs worth, I think Sage would have liked that."
Eggman leaned back in his chair, a glimmer of something almost human in his eyes. "So, there you have it, Sonic. My final request. My final challenge. Take care of my daughter. And try not to screw it up." He then let out a grin,âAnd if you do? Then Iâll find a way to rise up from the grave and get you! Oh-hohoho!â
Sonic stood there absorbing Eggmanâs last request as he heard the wicked scientist laugh for one final time.
The message ended abruptly, the screen fading to black. For a moment, the bustling sounds of the Restoration felt distant, muffled. Sonic stared at the blank monitor, his chest heavy. He tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat.
Sonic jumped as he felt a hand land upon his shoulder. His head spun around as he saw Amy looking at him, concern clear in her eyes. She ushered him over to where Tails was comforting Belle. The four of them found a nearby table, a heavy silence was practically smothering them as they sat there.
Belle shuddered.
Amy gently placed a hand on Belle's arm, her usual energy tempered with concern. "Belle . . . do you want to talk about it?"
Belle hadnât spoken yet, her head still bowed. Belleâs hands trembled as she finally looked up, her voice quivering. "H-he called me his daughter." The room fell silent, all eyes turning to her.
"He said . . ." She paused, wiping at her wooden cheek with her sleeve. "He said he never understood the value of family until Sage. But that . . . he regrets not seeing it sooner. Regrets not seeing me as his daughter while he still had the chance." Her voice cracked, and a tear slid down her face, glinting like dew. "He hoped I could accept Sage as my sister. That we could . . . be a family. Even without him."
Amy moved closer, placing a gentle hand on Belleâs shoulder. "Belle . . ."
"But heâs not my father," Belle said quickly, her voice defensive and firm, though the tears kept falling. "My father was Mr. Tinker. Not him. Not-" She stopped, squeezing her eyes shut. "I donât know what to feel. He hurt so many people. Hurt me by becoming him again. And yet . . ." She shook her head, her voice breaking. "I still wanted to hear those words."
Sonic stood, his face unusually serious as he placed a hand on Belleâs shoulder. "For what itâs worth, Belle . . . Mr. Tinker was real. He was Eggman, just without all the bad stuff clouding his mind. And if that version of him could care about you, maybe that means the Eggman we knew had some of that deep down, too."
Belleâs wooden fingers tightened into fists as she looked at him. "Do you think he really meant it? That he wanted us to be . . . sisters?"
Sonic gave her a small, reassuring smile. "From what he said in my message? Yeah. I think he did. He talked about Sage too, about how much she meant to him. And I think you meant as much to him as Sage does."
Belle bowed her head, letting the tears flow.
Tails frowned as he pat her back, trying to help his friend in her grief.
"Well, I donât know what I expected, but that message was . . . something else." He crossed his arms, his twin tails flicking behind him. "Typical Eggman, though. Started off talking about how he was the greatest genius of all time y'know, classic 'Doctor Ego', but then he said something about me being . . . what was it? 'The second-smartest mind to ever grace this world.'" He snorted, but there was a small, conflicted smile on his face.
Amy leaned forward, curious. "Wait, second-smartest? Thatâs a compliment coming from him!"
Sonic smirked, reaching over to ruffle Tailsâ fur. "Well, you are the smartest guy I know, little bro. Took Eggman long enough to catch on."
"Yeah, but then he said, 'With me gone, I suppose youâll finally have a chance to take the top spot. Don't mess it up, Prower. Not that youâll ever match my heights!' Like he couldnât resist one last dig." Tails shook his head, but the faint admiration in his tone was undeniable. "Still . . . hearing him admit that? It means a lot, I guess."
Sonic glanced over at Amy,âWhat about you Ames? What did Eggman say to you?â
Amy looked down at the table, her brow furrowed. âMine wasnât much better. He said I should stop chasing after you, Sonic.â Her voice wavered slightly, but she pushed through. ââItâs unbecoming,â he said. And that Iâm wasting my potential, that Iâd be better off focusing on myself instead of clinging to someone who doesnât share my feelings.â She huffed, trying to mask the hurt. âThen he called me âstubborn to a faultâ and said Iâd probably ignore his advice anyway. But . . .â she hesitated, her voice softening. âHe said Iâm stronger than I think. Thatâs . . . the only nice thing he said.â
Amy sighed, âHe wasnât completely wrong, was he? Maybe I do need to focus on myself more. Iâve been thinking about that for a while now.â
âYouâre all right to feel how you feel. Eggmanâs always been full of himself, but this . . . this is something else.â Sonic rubbed the back of his head, his eyes darting away. âItâs weird, you know? Heâs always been there, always scheming, always chasing me down with his machines. And now heâs just . . . gone?â
The room fell silent again, the weight of Eggmanâs absence settling over them.
Sonic pushed off the table and stood upright, his tone shifting to something more determined. âI canât just sit here and let this stew. Iâve got to find Sage, and Iâve got to get some answers.â
Amy stood up, worry etched on her face. âSonic, wait. It could be a trap. Eggmanâs always been two steps ahead, even when it looks like heâs lost.â
Sonic gave her a half-smile, the sadness still lingering in his eyes. âMaybe. But Iâve got to get some answers. I owe it to all of us to figure out whatâs going on.â Without another word, he turned and bolted from the room in a blur of blue, the air crackling in his wake.
Amy sighed heavily, crossing her arms again. âThat hedgehog . . . Heâll never change.â
Tails leaned forward, a soft smile on his face. âDonât worry, heâll be okay. Heâs Sonic after all.â
Belle wiped her face, her voice soft but resolute. âHeâll find her. He always does.â She paused, âAnd when he does, Iâll have my own questions for Sage. About him. About all of this.â
Eggman Land
Sonic raced through the countryside, the wind roaring in his ears, his mind churning. As he neared Eggman Land, the imposing theme park/fortress loomed over the horizon, its garish lights and towering structures stark against the twilight sky. Yet, something was off . . . there were no patrols, no badniks racing out to intercept him.
The gates were wide open, the rides whirred and the neon lights shined bright, but not a single soul in sight. It felt as though the place had been abandoned in a hurry, left on autopilot. Sonic slowed his pace, the eerie silence pressing down on him. His instincts screamed that something wasnât right, but he pressed forward, weaving through the empty attractions until he reached the central tower.
As he entered it, he noticed the broken pieces of glass that littered the floor. Moving his gaze upwards revealed the monitors that were all destroyed, laid in ruins. One cracked monitor had Eggman upon it announcing his death in repeat. He finally turned his gaze to the center of the room and saw a man there, leaning forward at a console. He wore a black suit that was currently unkempt, shards of glass hanging loose off of the sleeves.
It was Agent Stone.
One of, if not the most loyal of Eggmanâs followers.
Sonic took a step forward, glass crunching under feet. The sound alerted Stone to his presence, the man twisted around gripping a wrench as he faced the blue blur,âYou!â He growled out with a rage that Sonic had never seen before. âYouâre not allowed to be here! This place is sacred! A monument to the Doctorâs genius!â
Sonic gave a sheepish smile as he raised up his arms in surrender,âWoah! Donât worry, Iâm not here to mess with Eggheads stuff, Iâm just here to get some answers. Such as . . . â Sonic disappeared in a burst of speed, reappearing directly in front of Stone, the wrench wrenched out of his hand. The man fell back onto his chair in surprise,âSuch as what happened to Eggman.â
Stone felt his own powerlessness as he turned his head away from the Hedgehog. âHeâs not dead.â His voice was full of pain,âHe canât be dead. The Doctor doesnât die . . . he always has a plan! He is a genius! The greatest genius! D-death is something that canât apply to him.â His voice broke,âHe wasnât supposed to be gone for this long.â
Sonicâs head tilted as he caught the last part of Stoneâs grief-filled speech,âWhat do you mean, he wasnât supposed to be gone for this long?â He asked.
Stone glared at the Hedgehog, but gave in as he saw the sheer concern in Sonic's eyes,â . . . Months ago, the Doctor was studying the limits of the warp topaz. It opened a portal to a whole new universe. At first, Eggman wasnât interested in it. It was far too underdeveloped compared to our universe, that was before he caught sight of a kidnapping attempt and discovered the Koopa Kingdom.â
âKoopa Kingdom?â Sonic questioned,âNever heard of it.â
âOf course you havenât.â Stone blinked,âI just told you it was from a different universe!â He leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh,âThat Koopa Kingdom held a tremendous power and seemed as ambitious as the Doctor, so the Doctor decided to conquer it before it could become a threat to his own plans . . . â Not to mention he wanted the power that Bowser held for himself. âThere was a time table and plans he had to transport his whole army to this new universe, to execute Operation Catfish and then conquer it with one big battle . . . Only, I havenât heard anything from the Doctor since he left.â
Sonic nodded, everything was beginning to fall into place here. It was like old times, Eggman finding some power that no one knew about and trying to get it for his own ends. It goes badly and now it's time for Sonic to bail him out.
He let out a smirk.
âStone, you can transport me there, right?â Sonic asked, ready to go out and save Eggman and Sage.
Stone blinked, then narrowed his eyes. âWhy would I do that? Youâre his enemy. If anything, I should kick you out of here!â
âThink about it,â Sonic grinned. âIf Eggmanâs stuck in some other universe, youâre not exactly going to get a postcard from him. Iâm fast enough to get in, find out whatâs going on, and get back before you can even finish another cup of coffee. What have you got to lose?â
Stone turned back to the console, his fingers flying over the keys. âThereâs a portal generator in the lower levels. Iâll activate it and set the coordinates to the universe that the Doctor went to.â
Sonic gave a confident grin. âThanks, Stone. I owe you one.â
âDonât thank me,â Stone muttered. âJust . . . bring him back.â
Sonic nodded and turned to leave, his mind racing. âHang tight, Egghead,â he said under his breath. âIâm coming for you.â With that he disappeared into a blue blur as he sprinted downstairs and into the portal below.
KOOPA KINGDOM
The transition was instantaneous yet disorienting. For a moment, Sonic felt weightless, as if he were floating in an endless void. Then, with a sudden burst of light, he was propelled out of the portal and into a vast, vibrant landscape.
He landed on his feet, skidding to a stop atop a hill covered in bright green grass. The sky was a brilliant blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds. The air was warm and carried the faint scent of flowers, reminding him of home, of Green Hill Zone.
He shot out in a burst of speed, rolling around at the speed of sound. He crossed each and every hill as he searched and searched. His leg collided with something hard and caused him to trip. He groaned as he twisted himself around and gasped. What his foot had collided with was the remnants of metal sonic. His entire lower body had been eviscerated, his upper body remained in three separate parts.
âMetal.â Sonic uttered out, expecting and hoping for the robot's eyes to light up, but there was nothing. It remained dim and Sonic felt a lump form in his throat as he questioned what could possibly hold the power to destroy Metal Sonic.
âCanât stay here.â He reminded himself and continued forth. Each and every step he became more and more worried, as questions ran through his head. After all, he knew that Eggman would never leave Metal there, not like that.
He bounded over a Hill and became privy to a scene of utter carnage. In the distance, the Egg Dragoon was hoisted in the air, its body having a massive spike of Earth through it. His heart skipped a beat as he saw Eggmanâs body, but breathed out a sigh as he realized that was just one of his D3COYs. His head swiveled around, going over the sea of badnik parts and seeing the disembodied head of the Death Egg Robot.
âWhat happened here?â Sonic muttered out, a tinge of fear in his voice. He jogged down hill, going straight towards that head . . . but stopped as he caught sight of the Egg Mobile. It was cracked, left in a derelict state.
Whatâs more was the fact that it was completely made out of stone.
It was over.
Sonic knew that it was over. That Eggman came here to conquer and he lost everything. After all, the Egg Mobile was always his last line of defense. It was how he always escaped and survived, not even a blackhole would destroy it. It was a safety net for the Mad Scientist, that no matter how bad things became, he could always escape it via the Egg Mobile.
But here it was.
Broken.
Just like everything else around here. From Metal Sonic to the Death Egg Robot, there was no way that Eggman survived.
Sonic sat down, leaning his back against the cold stone. His gaze moved up to the clouds, wishing that things could be different. Wishing that he had followed through on what Sage had asked of him at Starfall Island and that he checked up on the mad scientist.
For a long moment, Sonic said nothing. Then, his voice broke the stillness, soft and almost hesitant. âSo . . . this is it, huh?â Sonic said softly, as if Eggman could hear him. âLeaving without ever truly saying goodbye. You always had to make things dramatic, didnât you?â
The silence stretched around him, the wind rustling faintly through the distant grass. Sonic rubbed the back of his neck, forcing a small, bitter chuckle. âYou know, for all your evil schemes, you were never boring. I kinda liked the challenge, you always kept me on my toes.â He smirked faintly, though it didnât reach his eyes. âEven after all the times I trashed your plans, you never gave up. Always bouncing back, always coming up with something new . . . .â
Sonic chuckled, running a hand through his fur. âI know I give you a hard time, but I always thought . . . maybe one day, youâd change. You had it in you. I mean, look at Belle. Look at Sage. Youâre capable of more than just destruction, yâknow? You can create such fantastic things, I know if you put your genius into it, you couldâve made a better world. I mean, look at how much joy you created back when you were Mr. Tinker.â
He sighed, the weight of the moment pressing down on him. âI just . . . I wish things couldâve been different. That maybe, just once, youâd decided to fight with us instead of against us. You always said you wanted to conquer the world, but I think what you really wanted was to prove something. To yourself. To everyone.â
Sonic leaned his head back, closing his eyes as the sun warmed his face. âYou were the biggest pain in my butt, but . . . it was fun. The races, the battles, the smack talk, it was all a game to you, wasnât it? And, yeah, I had fun too. More than Iâd ever admit out loud.â
Sonic got up to his feet, staring over at the Egg Mobile. âIâm going to look for Sage, I know you wouldnât have put her in harm's way. Iâll find her and bring her back home. I owe it to the both of you.â
He raised up his arms and fist bumped the machine.
âThanks for the memories, Doc.â
With that he sped away.
#sonic the hedgehog#sonic#fanfic#death battle#amy rose#belle the tinkerer#dr eggman#eggman#dr ivo robotnik#sonic experiences grief#sonic does not know how to process grief#agent stone
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First Meetings #08 / At The Park #02
Heavy clouds hung over the park as CelebrĂan parked the minivan in the dirt lot dotted with a handful of other vehicles. The clouds rolled in about an hour ago, contrary to the very optimistic weather report that morning of sunny skies and highs in the low eighties. Despite the threat of rain, Elladan and Elrohir insisted they still wanted to go to a park, so here they were: picnic basket packed and dressed for a potentially wet adventure.Â
(sixteen-year-old Arwen declined the invitation to the soggy outing, citing hanging out with friends later as a reason to not risk getting muddied)
âHere we are,â she said to the twins as she turned off the van.
âWoohoo,â Elladan cheered as they undid their seatbelts and scrambled out of the vehicle.Â
Oh, for the enthusiasm of ten-year-olds, CelebrĂan thought with a shake of her head. She got out of the car, retrieved the picnic basket, and headed for the covered pavilion. The boys could run off some energy in the field or on the playset before lunch and before the rain started, with any luck. Sheâd reassess the situation after eating to see if they should head home yet.Â
The park was nearly deserted, not surprising with the gloomy weather. The only other person she could see was a guy with long pale hair sitting on a bench near the hill that went down to the duck pond. She picked a table under the empty pavilion and sat down. Reaching into the basket, she retrieved her computer. She would put it away when the rain started, but until then she wanted to review the familyâs budgets. The kids teamed up earlier in the week to ask their parents to please let them go on a fun trip before school started again. Elrond and she were currently in the phase of discussing what was feasible, both financially and logistically. Â
The wind picked up slowly, prompting her to zip up the light coat she brought with her. Looking up, she saw the twins on the swings, seeing who could go the highest.Â
The first fat drops of rain plunked against the aluminum roof as she finished and put the computer away. The wind blew the drops sideways as they fell, but her spot in the middle of the covered area wasnât at risk of getting wet provided the wind didnât get much fiercer. Looking up again, she didnât see the twins (they probably went down to the duck pond), but the guy reading on the bench was walking toward the pavilion, shoulders hunched against the elements, book tucked under one arm.Â
âHello,â she said with a polite smile as the elf (she hadnât been sure before but she was now) settled at the other table that wasnât starting to accumulate little puddles on the bench.
âHi. I suppose the brown-haired boys are yours,â he said, voice lightly accented.
âYes,â she said, unsure where this was going. Conversations with strangers at parks were usually about mundane things, but sometimes someone (usually an elf) had opinions about her family based on her childrenâs ears. This guy, with so much hair he must spend at least half an hour on it every morning, looked like he might be one of those who wanted to air their narrow view on interracial marriage.Â
He continued, oblivious to her thoughts. âTheyâve joined my kid hunting for frogs in the pond. If he has his way, they wonât be back until they're soaked, but maybe yours will be a moderating influence.â He laughed a little to himself.
âThey donât mind the rain,â she said, relaxing. âLunch is waiting, though, so that might sway them.â
âAh, stratagem.â He set the book on the table, giving up any pretenses of going back to reading rather than talking. He pivoted on the bench to look at her better. She noticed opaque scarring in his left eye. It was a little surprising but she didnât stare. âShould never go on an outing with kids without a way to entice them to come back when itâs time to go.â
âI guess so.â She suddenly imagined making a snack trail back to the car like some kind of fairytale.Â
There was a pause in the conversation as she brushed the ridiculous thought aside and he looked out through the rain toward the hidden pond.
When her thoughts were mostly called back from their fanciful trip, she asked, âWhere in Doriath are you from?â
He looked at her, mild surprise showing on his face.Â
Oh, was she wrong? Sheâd spent enough time in the country while growing up that she was fairly confident in her ability to recognize the regional accents, even if she couldnât quite place where each was from anymore. But maybe she was wrong this time. She opened her mouth to apologize for assumingâit wasnât any of her business, anyway.
âMost people donât guess with that much confidence,â he said mildly.
âMy fatherâs from Menegroth. I spent a lot of time there on and off when I was young,â she explained, hoping he wasnât offended by her assumption. She really shouldnât have phrased it like that or asked at all really. Growing up, sheâd moved to so many different countries to follow her motherâs career that she was inured to asking and answering questions about where people were from. It wasnât like that for everyone, of courseâher experience was a bit unique.Â
âSorry, I should have at least introduced myself before asking that,â she said as the rain began pelting down harder. âHi, Iâm CelebrĂan.â
âHello, CelebrĂan.â He pronounced her name in the same way as her father did. âIâm Thranduil. Itâs nice to meet you.â
âItâs nice to meet you, too.â
âHow familiar are you with the country outside the capital?â He asked, apparently willing to go back to her original question.
âA bit. I spent a summer in Nan Elmoth.â
He contemplated her for a moment. âI lived in West Region. More recently, Iâm from a few miles south of here.â
Sheâd been to East Region once to see the eponymous holly trees blanketed in snow (Celeborn later said he never would have forgiven himself if sheâd missed out on the classic Doriadhrim childhood experience of hiding in the natural snow forts formed under the treesâ low branches), but the holly was probably what the region was best known for outside of Doriath so she wasnât going to blurt that out.
âOh, nice,â she said instead. âI think I have a great-aunt who lives there.â Then, because heâd pointed the conversation to where he was currently from, âit was a bit of a drive out here for me, but the boys wanted to come here again.â
âItâs a nice park,â Thranduil agreed. âThereâs a trail, about a mile long, from here to an artificial wetland full of frogs and bugs. Legolas is a fan.â
Legolas must be his son. âThanks, thatâs nice to know. I had no idea.â That could come in handy when it came time for the twins to make bug collections for school.
Just then, a blond head peaked over the hill from the duck pond. A small boy came into view, soaking wet, with mud plastered to his shoes and bare shins and what looked like pond weed in his hair. Elladan and Elrohir came just behind him, windbreakers zipped and hoods up against the rain. They were also wet but clearly from the rain and not from playing in the muck of the shallow pond.
âLegolas,â Thranduil called to the little boy, who couldnât have been much older than seven or eight. Despite his youth, he had long hair like his father (though more wavy than straight) that would take a considerable amount of time to get clean again. âWhereâs your backpack?â
His hands came up as he spoke, and CelebrĂan realized he was signing. Was his child deaf?
Legolas pointed a muddy finger at Elrohir, who did have the strap of a red backpack flung over one shoulder. His hand then came up to wiggle in front of his face.
Thranduil snorted. âNo, youâre silly,â he said, repeating the sign.
CelebrĂan stood up and unpacked the picnic basket as the three children arrived at the pavilion. Theyâd made lunch meat and cabbage sandwiches before leaving, Arwen pitching in too lest her brothers create some horrid combination (and so she could eat the pickle slices). There were carrots and apple slices, too.
âHow was the pond?â She asked as Elladan and Elrohir plopped down on the bench.
âSuper fun,â Elrohir reported. âWe saw a lot of frogs and minnows.â
Elladan nodded in vigorous agreement as he bit into a sandwich. âLegolas knows all kinds of stuff about frogs. Donât you?â He said through a mouthful of bread, good-naturedly nudging Legolas (whoâd sat down between the twins instead of going over to his dad) with an elbow.
âFrogs,â the little elf murmured, his hands coming up to form more signs. Â
âFrogs are his favorite,â Thranduil said, scooting to the end of his table so he could see his son better. He watched his hands move. âHe likes the sounds they make and how they swim.â
âDid you catch any?â CelebrĂan asked.Â
Her sons shook their heads, mouths full. Legolasâs eyes widened and then he shook his head vigorously and looked at his dad.
Smiling, Thranduil said, âWe donât touch frogs. We could make them sick or hurt them if we arenât careful.â
A little bemused, she unwrapped her own sandwich as Legolas waved Elladan and Elrohir down to his level to whisper in their ears. The rest of lunch continued in a similar manner, part in signs and part in whispered conversations. She offered food to Thranduilâwho politely declinedâand Legolasâwho shook his head and dug around in his flimsy backpack to retrieve a battered peanut butter sandwich.
The rain let up while they ate and talked, the sun suddenly peeking out bravely from behind the clouds. Thrilled, Elladan and Elrohir cleaned up their trash so they could go play again. Legolas jumped up to join them.
âWait,â Thranduil said, snagging a dangling strap on the backpack that his son had put back on after eating his lunch so he couldnât run away. âItâs about time to go.â
The childâs face fell. He raised his hands. CelebrĂan tried not to stare at the signing, but it was interesting to see how expressive the boyâs face was. He was plainly asking a question, even when there was no tone of voice to listen to.
âWe can go now or stay ten more minutes, but if we stay then we wonât have time for the library today. Which do you want?â
Staying won out, and Legolas ran off after the twins whoâd stopped halfway to the playground when they realized he wasnât following them.
 CelebrĂan watch them go together to play. âWell,â she said, starting to put away the leftovers. âYour son is sweet.â
âHe has his moments.â Thranduilâs tone suggested âmomentsâ meant âevery moment of the dayâ. âWhat are your boysâ names, again?â
Sheâd said their names during lunch but wasnât surprised he hadnât caught which was which. âThe one in the blue coat is Elladan. The one in green is Elrohir.â
âElladan and Elrohir. Legolas likes them,â he said with a contemplative expression. âHe doesnât normally use his voice this much, especially with strangers.âÂ
She didnât say anything to that. During lunch, she realized the child wasnât deaf, but she felt like sheâd risked putting her foot in her mouth enough today so she didnât ask about it. She was curious, but that didnât give her leave to ask personal questions. Elrond got so frustrated when strangers kept asking questions about his parents because he was visibly mixed-race. Even if questions were asked innocently, it wasnât anyoneâs responsibility to explain their existence.Â
The ten-minute limit drew close.
Thranduil pulled a notebook and pen out of his pants pocket. He tore out a page and wrote a series of numbers down before offering it to her. âThis is my cell number,â he explained. âI think Legs would really like to play with your kids again.â
She took the paper and slipped it into her coat pocket. âSounds possible. Iâm always looking for excuses to get them outside.â
He stood and dusted off his pants. âRight. Iâd better go, or we will end up being late. I look forward to hearing from you, CelebrĂan.â
âHave a good day,â she said by way of good-bye as he picked up his book and headed for the playset where the kids were racing up and down the slides.Â
She would talk to Elladan and Elrohir on the drive home and find out how they felt about setting up a time to play with Legolas again.
#see the problem with a huge au like this is that i start working on the big drama story#and then realize i need to go back and focus on earlier things to make the drama more painful#just you wait legolas and e+e are going to become the best of friends#and they have like 5 years to become besties before *things happen*#it's delightful it's lovely#also i struggled so hard over celebrian's and thranduil's conversation#can you tell?#legolas loves frogs#celebrian#thranduil#legolas#elladan#elrohir#lotr#minimally verbal legolas#good dad thranduil#sign language#twdd au#grimwing writes
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Tyler Owens x Reader: Where You Belong
Prompt: you're caught in the middle of a tornado, tyler's there in the aftermath.
Word count: 6k
Warnings: angst, blood mention
A/N: surprise surprise, & not what i usually write, but twisters has recently been consuming my entire life. so here's an angsty lil imagine of hurt reader being comforted by the wrangler himself.
You made it about fifteen minutes down the road before you realized that youâd forgotten your phone⌠Again.Â
After patting down your pockets and digging through your tote bag the best you could without crashing the carâ you straightened yourself in the driverâs seat and sighed defeatedly.Â
Stupid, you thought. Although you werenât really that surprised by your mistake. Youâd never been particularly attached to your phone, and this certainly wasnât the first time youâd left it behind.Â
But youâd been trying to be more mindful about remembering it. And just like that, Tylerâs voice popped into your headâ no doubt scolding you for your carelessness. âWhat if something happened and I had to get a hold of ya?âÂ
Thanks to another wild storm system brewing all over the midwest, Tyler was out chasing again today. And although youâd checked in on him earlier in the day, you knew there was always the possibility that things changed. Storms shiftedâ gained power, sometimes his team (although rarely) got things wrong. A pang of guilt spread through your chest at the thoughtâ what if something happened to him out there and he needed to reach you?Â
You could turn back and get your phone, of course. But you were already so close to town. And all you needed was a bottle of shampoo and a birthday cake for Tyler. You could be in and out of Lawton in less than half an hour if you were quickâ home before he even knew youâd left your phone behind again.
What could really go wrong?
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âTalk to me, Daniâ what do you see?â Tyler asked into the walkie. Theyâd been tracking a handful of storms for the past few hoursâ Tyler watching the clouds, and Dani studying the radar. Right now, there were two that had peaked his interestâ One was formulating south, the other to the northeast.Â
âThe storm south has higher wind speeds, but I think itâll fade if it shifts. The other one has a weaker wind shear, but higher pressure. Either one has the chance to form or go, so I say trust your gut,â they answered. Â
Tyler shifted his grip on the steering wheel, studying the dark, circling motion in the distance.Â
âWhatâre you thinkinâ, T?â Boone asked, camera trained on Tyler.Â
He sunk his teeth into his bottom lipâ trying to focus.
âLess moisture, less potential for an updraft, but way higher winds if we go south. Northeast though⌠sheâs already got the motion and momentum, she just needs the winds to shift...âÂ
Boone stayed quietâ he knew that when Tyler talked out loud, it was generally rhetorical.Â
Tyler took his eyes off the sky to study the world around him for a moment.Â
âNo pressure, T,â Dani said through the walkie.Â
âYeah,â Lilly chimed in. âWe just spent all damn day chasing these thingsââ
âSouth,â he said suddenly. âI say letâs chase south.â
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Less than thirty minutes later, Tyler was standing in the middle of a wheat field with his hands on his hips and a frown on his face.Â
The storm had fizzled with the shifting winds, leaving them with nothing but a few scattered showers that mixed in with the sweat already pooling on his skin.Â
âSâalright, T,â Boone said encouragingly with a shrug. He clapped him on the back. âWe canât catch âem all.â
Tyler sighed before joining Dani where they sat on the edge of the truck, scanning for other potential storms in the area.Â
âWhatâs that there?â Tyler asked, pointing to what appeared to be a storm system heading west.Â
Dani frowned. âWhat the hell⌠I think thatâs the storm from earlierâ the one moving northeast.â
âSo it shifted?âÂ
âShifted?â Boone said, lowering his camera for a moment to glance towards Tyler. âWhere to? Can we make it in time?â
Tyler frowned, studying the movement.Â
âThatâs strange,â Dani mumbled under their breath. With a few clicks, they expanded the screen, showing a wider radius.
âWhatâs strange?â Boone asked.
Ignoring him, Tyler scanned the system, trying to trace the path without actually calculating it. âYou donât thinkââÂ
Dani glanced his way. âHoly shitââ
âHello?â Boone said. âYâall gonna share with the rest of the class?âÂ
âI think sheâs headinâ for Lawton,â Dani finally whispered.Â
And although heâd been thinking it, all the color drained from his face when it was actually spoken out loud.
âLawton?â Dexter asked, voice laced with concern.Â
âOh shit-â Lilly whispered. Â
Lawton was the closest city to where the two of you livedâ if it hit there, thousands of people could be in danger. And if it shifted again, even the slightest bitâ it could head right for your small town instead. Â
Despite the humidity, everything inside of Tyler went cold as he imagined you at homeâ puttering around the garden, blissfully unaware of what might be coming.Â
âWill you uh, pass meâ pass me my phone, Boone?â Tyler stammered, standing up from the truck bed.Â
Boone reached into the backpack scattered near his feet and handed over Tylerâs cell phone, placing it in his outstretched hand. Tyler muttered a quick thank you before walking a few strides away as he pulled up your contact information. Â
The call rang five times before making it to voicemailâ your sweet voice asking him to leave a message and youâd get back to him.Â
âHey, babyâ itâs me. Call me back as soon as you can. Alright, love ya.â
He clicked the phone off before immediately trying again.Â
âCâmon,â he muttered as the line continued to ring. âCâmon, baby, câmon,â he hummed nervously, kicking the grass with his boots when he heard your voicemail. âHeyâ me again. Listen, Iâm not trying to scare ya, but there might be a storm cominâ and I just wanna make sure youâre safe. Give me a call please.â
He paced back towards the group, sending you a quick text just for good measure as he did.Â
âAlright, whatâs the plan here?â Dexter asked.Â
But Tyler wasnât paying much attention as he obsessively dialed you for a third time.Â
âWhatâs wrong, T?â Boone wondered.Â
Without looking up from his phone, Tyler exhaled a frustrated breath. âSheâs never got her damn phone on herâ thatâs whatâs wrong.â The second he heard your voicemail for a fourth time, he chucked his phone towards his bag. âDamnit!âÂ
Boone swallowed thickly. âIâm sure sheâs fineââ
Tyler hung his head. After a moment, he nodded, although he wasnât entirely convinced that would remain the case if he didnât get in touch with you fast. He ran his hands through his hair and tried to breatheâÂ
You were fine, he told himself. You were home, youâd hear the alerts if they were necessary, you knew to get into the basement.Â
Tyler took a long, steadying breath. âDani, whatâs the speed of this thing?âÂ
âUh, itâs movingâ thirty-five miles per hour directly west. I think sheâs gaining speed, though.â
âAlright, sheâs fast,â Tyler remarked. âWe have to be faster. Letâs head home, ladies and gents, we can take cover at my place once I know everyoneâs safe.â
âYou got it, T,â Lilly said.Â
âStay safe everyone,â Dani replied as they all dispersed to their respective vehicles.Â
Tyler and Boone climbed back into the truck, tires screeching as they sped west towards Lawton, and home towards you.Â
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You were inside the bakery on Lowell Streetâ Tylerâs favorite place for any and all pastries, when you heard the thunder.Â
Although thunder in Oklahoma wasnât exactly a rare occurrence, it was enough to make you turn your attention outside, just to see what kind of storm you might be up against on the drive home.Â
âItâs gettinâ dark out there,â Gloria, the owner, said. She glanced at you over the counter and blew a strand of graying hair out of her face.Â
You nodded in agreement, jumping slightly when another crack of thunder rang through the air. âSounds like itâs getting closer,â you noticed.Â
âI still canât believe that boyfriend of yours goes out of his way to chase these storms. And his friends, too.â
You scoffed. âYeah, me either. Bunch of adrenaline junkies.â
âNot me,â Gloria smirked. âWe get enough chaos in this life, I donât need to be chasinâ it.â
You returned her smile, recognizing that you might have more in common with the sixty-something year old baker in town than you did your own boyfriend. But you supposed that your differences were what drew you to Tyler. He was brave and thrilling and so alive. Although what he did scared the absolute shit out of you, there was nothing better than watching him exude excitement and just pure joy after he got home from a particularly powerful storm.Â
âWas he and his crew trackinâ anything out here?â Gloria asked, using the tube of blue icing to write the birthday message youâd requested on top of Tylerâs cake.Â
âNot here,â you replied. âHe was south of OKC last I checked in.â
Which, you realized, had been far longer than you anticipated thanks to not having your phone. You mentally kicked yourself again for leaving it behind. If youâd brought it with you, you could have just given him a call now. Because unless he was smack dab in the middle of a goddamn tornado, he always answered your calls. Just a few reassurances from him couldâve calmed your fears about the storm brewing outsideâ told you that it was just a thunderstorm passing through.Â
Not every thunderstorm means a tornado, he had said, you didnât even know how many times by now. And each time allowed you to relax a little. Because unlike your boyfriend, you didnât enjoy weather in quite the same way. In fact, after an EF4 had ripped through your home when you were just a child, you did your best to stay as far from tornadoes as Oklahoma allowed.Â
âIâm sure itâs just thunder,â you began.Â
But before you could finish your sentence, you heard the sudden pitter patter of hail beginning outside. Gloria lowered the icing tube while you took another step closer to the window to peer out.Â
Dark, gloomy clouds swirled through the sky.Â
That was when you heard the sirens. Loud and clear, they echoed through your ears in a terrifying, grim warning.Â
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As the storm tracked faster and faster the closer they got, Tylerâs first stop was your shared home just outside of Lawton.Â
He didnât even bother turning the truck off before he was hurling himself across the lawn, towards the front door. But before he even looked inside, his stomach dropped when he noticed your SUV wasnât parked in its typical spot.Â
Regardless, he practically ripped open the front door before running into the house, calling your name loudly into each room he searched, hoping that maybe youâd lent your car to your mom againâ or magically parked it in the garage that was stuffed full of his gear.Â
But it was no useâ you werenât there.Â
He knew that for good as soon as he flung open the door to your shared bedroom. The bed was neatly made, pillows arranged perfectlyâ and your phone sitting on the nightstand table, plugged in and clearly far away from you.Â
âDamnit!â he yelled, kicking the door frame frustratedly. Chest rising and falling rapidly, Tyler pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to think. Frustration and anger brewed inside of him, but he knew that underneath all of that was fearâ for you and your safety. All he wanted was to have you in his sights againâ although preferably wrapped up in his embrace, the only spot he could ensure you were safe... Where you belonged.
Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. Tyler made his way across the room and picked your phone up from the nightstand. Your backgroundâ a picture of you and him taken during your trip to Texas last year, lit up the screen. Accompanying it were the slew of notifications youâd missedâ the first was the severe weather alert, the next few were all the missed calls from him. But at the very bottom of your screen was a reminder notificationâ one that allowed him to finally exhale the breath heâd been holding since he burst into the house.Â
Get Tyler a bday cake.Â
Sliding your phone into his back pocket, he raced back down the stairs to find Boone standing on the front lawn.Â
âSheâs in town,â he said, rushing towards his truck.Â
Boone followed close behind. âHow do you know?â
âIf nothing else,â Tyler said, climbing into his truck, âshe follows her schedule.â
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âGloria, you gotta listen to meââ you pleaded, hurrying around the counter to grab her hand. âIf the sirens are goinâ off, it means we donât have much time. Does the bakery have a basement, orâ or a shelter?â
Gloriaâs watery eyes met yours. Your heart sank the moment she shook her head dreadfully.Â
âOkay,â you said shakily, trying not to panic. What would Tyler do? You looked around the bakeryâ with its old walls and sagging roof, you knew it wasnât safe to stay here.Â
âGloria, we gotta go,â you said urgently. âWe gotta find somewhere safe to be.â
With that, you tugged her towards the exit.Â
As soon as you were outside, you felt the fierce wind whip your face, along with a few staggering pieces of hail. There was debrisâ leaves and sticks flying around in every which way, making it hard to see past what was right in front of you.Â
Although you were trying to be vigilant, you didnât even see the scrap of metal fly by your face. âShit!â you exclaimed, feeling it graze your cheek. Ripped skin was quickly followed by the feeling of warm blood trickling across your skin.Â
âAre you alright?â Gloria asked, grabbing your arm.Â
You used your free hand to press against your cheek before nodding. âWe gotta get out of here,â you said.Â
But just as you turned to try and gauge your surroundings, hoping to come up with a shred of a plan, you froze at what was looming in the distance.Â
Winds whipped rapidly, the sky boomed, and a dark, wide funnel had formedâ itâs tip already touching down on the ground. And it was coming straight for you.Â
âGloria, we gotta goââ you cried. âNow!âÂ
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Tyler drove as fast as he couldâ foot nearly pressed down on the ground. He drove like his life depended on it. Because yours didâÂ
The truth wasâ heâd never given much thought to losing you. He was generally too preoccupied with wondering what youâd do if you lost him. He was the one putting himself in danger all the time, he was the one forcing his way in the middle of these storms.Â
He didnât know what heâd do without youâ except be a shell of who he was now.Â
âHoly shitââ he heard Boone say from the passenger seat.Â
Tyler refocused his attention ahead, his eyes widening the second he saw what Boone was fixated on.Â
It was hard to miss the giant, fucking tornado barreling right for Lawtonâs array of buildings.Â
âWeâre too lateââ Tyler croaked. âWeâre too fucking lateââ
âSheâs smart,â Boone assured Tyler. âShe knows where to go and what to do.â
Tylerâs knuckles turned white as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He pressed his foot down on the accelerator and drove faster.Â
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In retrospect, the laundromat probably wasnât the best place for you to be. But there were few windows and the back room was lined with secure piping, all which jetted deeply into the ground, creating a solid anchoring point.Â
There were a few other people huddled in the same room, already low on the ground and clutching onto one another.Â
âHold on to that!â you cried, practically pushing Gloria towards the corner of the room. She wound her frail arms around the piping before crouching down. You were right beside her, arms locked tightly on the piping as you felt the building start to shake.Â
The storm outside was deafening. Winds whistled and boomed. You were pretty sure the woman beside you was screamingâ but you couldnât hear her above the noise of everything else. You tried to be braveâ the way you knew Tyler would be if he were here.Â
Once, about three years ago, an EF3 hit his parentâs ranch while the two of you were staying there for a long weekend. You remembered the way he stayed so calm, so collected through it all. After ushering everyone into the storm shelter, he wrapped his strong arms around you, anchoring you to him. The ranch didnât shake like this though⌠And even though youâd been scared that night, it paled in comparison to what you felt now.Â
This building was weakâ the structure was unsound. You had no idea how close the tornado actually was, but you knew this thing wasnât going to stay put. It was just a matter of if the pipes went deep enough into the ground and if you could hold on to them. Because you didnât have Tyler holding on for you this time.Â
You hoped he was somewhere safeâ maybe tracking the storm that was about to kill you from a reasonable distance.Â
âEverythingâs going to be okay,â you told Gloria, sweaty palms making your grip slip. âJust hold onââÂ
The building began to shake harderâ the very foundation rocking beneath you. Shortly after, pieces of the roof began tearing off, exposing the thunderous storm raging above.Â
âI donâtââ Gloria cried. âI donât think I can hold on!â
You tried loosening your own gripâ hoping you could wrap your arms around her like Tyler had done for you before, or do something to help. But then you heard another ear splitting roar, and suddenly, the entire roof was being ripped off from the building. There was nothing you could do. You werenât strong enoughâÂ
âHold on!â you screamed, tucking your head into your elbow and squeezing your eyes shut. âJust a little longer!âÂ
But as the words left your lips, even you didnât believe them.Â
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By the time they finally reached town, the tornado had already moved on.Â
Part of the reason why Tyler loved tornados so much was their power and speed. In his eyesâ it was nothing short of an act of God to see what damage a simple funnel of wind could do in just a matter of minutes, sometimes seconds.Â
Until he was faced with the inevitable tragedy of it all.Â
Because it was one thing to see trees uprooted, or tractors rolled over. It was another to see an entire town had succumbed to a pile of debrisâ vehicles thrown this way and thatâ metal and siding and bricks scattered over every inch of the flat landâ To know that people, his friends, his neighbors, you could be buried underneath piles of rubbleâ bodies broken and bleeding and hurt if they were lucky enough to be alive at all.
Tyler brought his truck to a screeching halt, not even hesitating before he was ripping off his seatbelt and hurling himself out of his seat. The second his boots hit the mud, he screamed your name as loud as he could.Â
Eyes whipping around, he tried to process the scene before him. But it was hard to gauge where anything used to beâ there was practically nothing left.Â
âTyler!â he heard someone scream in the distance. Head whipping to the side, he saw Lilly, waving her arms frantically.Â
For a moment, Tyler let himself get his hopes up. He raced across the distance between them as fast as he could, despite all the obstacles in his way. But when he finally reached her, he was devastated to see that you werenât there at all. Instead, Lilly was staring at a vehicle, flipped over and crunched like itâd been hit head-on by an 18-wheeler.Â
And although it was damaged beyond repair, Tyler recognized it as yours immediately.Â
He felt his chest tighten. âChristââ he stammered, unable to fight back the tears burning behind his eyes. He ran his hand through his hair before hunching over, hoping the motion would allow him to finally catch his breath.
âOh God,â he panted. âGod, noâ please, noââ
âShe might not have been in it,â Lilly said quickly.Â
But Tyler barely heard her. He was too fixated on the pounding in his earsâ Â
A wave of hopelessness washed over him, flooding his insides. He was too lateâ he couldnât save youâ he was too fucking late.Â
âWeâre gonna find her, T,â Booneâs voice was suddenly peaking through the fog.Â
âYeah, we wonât stop until we do,â Dani added.Â
Tyler forced himself to take a few, steadying breaths. When he could, he straightened his back and glanced around.Â
His whole team hadnât given up on you.Â
Neither could he.Â
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When you finally gained the courage to open your eyes, you were met by a fierce brightness. You coughedâ lungs heaving as you struggled to breathe.Â
âGloria?â you tried to speak. âAre you okay?âÂ
You were met by an eerie silenceâ the calm after the storm. Blinking harshly a few times, you tried to gather up enough strength to sit up. But as soon as you did, you had a chance to look around⌠And boy, do you wish you hadnât.Â
There was nothing leftâ the entire town was gone⌠destroyed, buried in rubble and debris.Â
âGloria?â you called, groaning as you pushed the thick layer of roofing off from your legs. You grimaced once you saw the deep gash down the side of your thigh, oozing blood.Â
Breath shuddering, you continued to scan the areaâ trying to wrack your brain for what the hell you were supposed to do next. The second you moved to turn your head, you winced, vision blurring. Slowly, you grazed along your forehead with your fingertips. When you pulled them away, you grimaced to see them coated in crimson liquid.Â
You stared at it for far too longâ unsure what else to do. You were hurtâ probably worse than it felt, too if adrenaline had anything to say about it. You didnât know if you could walk on your leg, or if youâd pass out the second you tried to stand up.Â
You felt hopelessâ completely and utterly alone.Â
Until you faintly heard the sound of your name being called in the distance.Â
It was enough to make you snap out of your trance, head whipping around to see Boone throwing aside a piece of siding. He called out a second time before turning and locking eyes with you from across the way.Â
âBoone,â you said under your breath, like you couldnât quite believe he was real. Because if Boone was hereâ calling out for you, that meant Tyler couldnât be far behind.Â
Boone yelled your name again before turning. âI found her!â he screamed, waving his arms. âOver here!âÂ
You fought back the guilt you felt for still not finding Gloria and moved to stand on shaky legs.Â
âIâll come back for you,â you promised her.Â
Wobbly and weak, you limped towards him, trying your best not to fall in the cracks and crevices beneath the debris. You looked down, intending to watch your step, but instead you caught a glimpse of your leg and all the blood now coating your entire thigh and calf. Just the sight of it made you lose your balance.Â
âShit,â you gasped, as you landed harshly on the ground. You looked back up and saw Boone heading your wayâ only fifty yards or so from you. But thenâ right behind Boone, was a sight that made everything else melt away.Â
âTyler,â you exhaled, like it was a prayer tumbling from your lips.Â
His long legs moved fastâ practically running despite everything in his way.Â
Heâd make it to youâ heâd get you. But if you got up and kept moving⌠heâd get there sooner. So, with whatever you had left inside of you, you pushed yourself up. Ignoring the pounding in your head and the throbbing in your leg, you limped forward.Â
âTyler,â you said againâ not loud enough for anyone else to hear. It was like you just needed a reminder that really was right there. âTylerââ this time, when his name tumbled from your lips, it came out as a sobâ every emotion inside of you bubbling to the surface of your skin. Tears slipped down your cheeks, your vision blurred.Â
He was so close nowâ you could hear the rubble shift as he stepped on it.Â
He called your name⌠and God, if his voice wasnât the sweetest sound youâd ever heard.Â
âTylerââ you cried again, throat choked from dust and tears.Â
And then, just like that, his body was colliding with yours. Arms winding tightly around your shoulders, a familiar scent enveloping you, he cradled the back of your head with his hand, anchoring you to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his middle, face buried in his button down shirt.Â
âOh, God,â he whispered above you, lips grazing the side of your head. âI got you,â he said.Â
You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came outâ only a guttural, uncontrollable sob that made him hold you tighter.Â
âI got you, baby. I got you,â he whispered into your hair.Â
âTylerââ was all you managed to choke out.Â
His thumb trailed up and down your hair, matted with mud and your own blood. âIâm here. Iâm right here. I got you.âÂ
He held you tight, steadying your shaky frame. It was like he was the one thing keeping you from completely falling apart. Which was why your body almost recoiled when he finally pulled away. You needed him wrapped around you like that forever.Â
You tried to resist, to pull him back, but you didnât even have the energy for that. All you could do was stand there weakly while his wild, concerned eyes scanned the length of you.Â
âIâm fineââ you tried to say.Â
But he shook his head instantly. âYouâre not fine. Youâre hurt, we gotta get you out of here. Get an ambulance!â he yelled to Boone, who was lingering nearby, looking like he didnât quite know how to help. Boone nodded instantly before hurrying off.Â
âTylerââÂ
âOkay, I see the legâ what else?â he asked. âWhat else hurts?â
âMy head,â you whimpered. âAnd my ribsââ you admitted, although you hadnât quite managed to look at those yet. âBut TylerââÂ
Before you could finish, Tylerâs hand gripped the hem of your tank top, pulling it up slightly. You winced as the fabric brushed over your ribs. But when Tyler pressed a hand on the bare skin, you almost screamed out in pain. âSorry,â he said gently. âI gotta look though, baby. I gotta check it.â
You nodded, fingers squeezing the fabric of his shirt as he did. The pain was excruciatingâ enough to make your already-dizzy head start to spin.Â
âI think theyâre brokenâ at least a couple. Canât say for certain.â
âTyler,â you tried to repeat, tears still streaming steadily down your face.Â
âItâs okay, youâre gonna be okay,â he said once he saw the shift on your face.Â
âItâs Gloria,â you finally spit out. âSheâs out here somewhere, Tyler. We have to find herââ
Tylerâs gaze softened at your words. He pulled his eyes away from you long enough to quickly scan the scene.Â
âDid you see her? Or know where she went?â
You shook your head, more tears spilling down your cheeks. âNoââ you cried. âNo, I donât know where she went. Tyler, I have to find herââ
âEasy,â he soothed, winding an arm around your middle so that he could brace the majority of your weight. âYouâve lost a lot of blood. We gotta get you checked out.â
âI canât leave herââ you protested.Â
âListen to me,â he said, voice gentle but stern. âYou bleeding out on a pile of rubble isnât going to help her, okay? Let me get you somewhere safe, Boone and Dexter can search for Gloria, alright?âÂ
After a moment, you nodded solemnly. âYou promise?â
âI promise, baby. Now câmon.â
Before you could protest, you felt Tylerâs arm swoop around the backs of your legs, while the other supported your back. In an instant, your feet are lifted off from the ground. You didnât have the energy to do anything but lay your head against his chest.Â
âThere we go,â he soothed. âI got you.â
His thumb trailed along your back gently as he began navigating the pile of rubble around you.Â
You felt safe nestled against himâ and for the first time since youâd emerged from the rubble, you felt safe enough to allow your eyes to fall shut.Â
âHey, stay awake now, okay? Weâre just a short walk to the ambulancesâ keep lookinâ at me.â
You triedâ honestly you did. You opened them up, despite everything inside of you that screamed to close them. And then you fought like hell to keep them trained on Tylerâ to study the lining of his jaw and the tan shade of his skin. But Tylerâs embrace was so warm, and his voice was just so soft. And you were so, so tired. There was nothing you could do when they fell shut again.Â
Tyler pleaded for you, but unconsciousness got there first.Â
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Even after the doctors assured him youâd be okayâ that it was just exhaustion and blood loss from the trauma youâd endured keeping you out for so long, he couldnât settle down.Â
You looked so goddamn frailâ so broken in that hospital bed. He couldnât stand it.Â
It was nearly ten at night before the rest of his team packed up to head back home, making him promise to call them as soon as you woke up.Â
âWe can stay if you want,â Lilly offered. There was no hint of sarcasm or malice in her tone. She was being genuine. Which was how Tyler knew he must have been an absolute mess.Â
âThatâs alright,â he croaked, speaking for the first time in nearly an hour. Even he could hear the pain in his voice.Â
Boone clapped him on the shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. âLove you, man.â
âCall us if you need anything,â Dani said.Â
Tyler nodded, promised he would. But the only thing he needed was for you to wake up.Â
âŚ
His watch read midnight when you finally stirred.Â
Tyler was sitting in a chair, pulled all the way up to your bedside, and was clutching your hand with both of his. He had his forehead resting against the hospital bed, but the second he felt movement, he shot up quickly, all the exhaustion fading instantly.Â
Your face contorted into a frown as you squeezed your eyes shut once, twice, three times before they fluttered open.Â
Scooting forward in his chair, he studied you as you glanced aroundâ clearly trying to take in your surroundings and place where you were. The second you started to shiftâ like you were sitting up in bed in a panic, he squeezed your hand.Â
âHey, youâre okay,â he said. âYouâre in the hospital. Youâre okay.â
Your head turned towards him, confusion and fear plastered all over your cut up, bruised face. Just the sight made his chest ache.Â
âYouâre safe.â
You fell back against the pillow and nodded slowly.Â
âTylerââ you began shakily, he could already hear the sob lodged in your throat. âIâ IâmâŚâ
âYouâre okay, baby,â he assured you.Â
âNoâ Iâm- Iâm so sorryââ
He froze, brow furrowing in confusion. âHey, whatâs this? Stop- you got nothing to be sorry for, baby.âÂ
âI didnât have my phone. I didnât hear the alert until it was too late. It was stupidâ I justââ your face crumpled as you struggled to find words. âYou always tell me not to forget it and I forgot it.â
âItâs okay,â he soothed. âDonât worry about that.â
âI justâ I wanted to get you a birthday cakeâ I should have gotten it sooner, but I forgotâ andâŚâ your voice continued to crack and break with each breath you took. âI know you donât love birthdays, but I love your birthdayââ Tyler leaned forward in his seat, releasing your hand so that he could cup your cheek. He brushed a loose strand of hair from your face before his fingers traced your jawline delicately.Â
âI think your cake got destroyed.â
He couldnât help the soft smirk that spread across his face. âIâd say thatâs probably a fair assumption.â
âIâm sorryââ
âHey,â he soothed. âFuck birthday cakesâ I didnât want one anyway. I was thinkinâ we could get a nice pie this year. What do ya think? Blueberry? Peach cobbler?â
âBut Gloria made itââÂ
Suddenly, your face fell and you were back to sitting up eagerly. âOh my God, Tyler. Gloriaâ sheââ
âSheâs safe,â Tyler interjected quickly. âThanks to you. Boone found her not far from where you wound up, clutching to some pipes. She had a few scratches, but that was it. She said the pipes were your idea.â
A rush of pride flowed through him as he beamed at you. His girlâ getting people to safety in the middle of a tornado, despite how scared you must have been.Â
Your watery eyes met his, lip quivering as you tried to speak. âTylerâ I didnât thinkâŚâ he could hear the tears in your throat before you even let them out. âI didnât think we were going to make it. God, I donât know how we made it.â
Your voice broke on the last word, a sob escaping your lips as you doubled over. Instantly, Tyler was out of his chair and sliding into the tiny, hospital bed beside you carefully avoiding your cracked ribs and stitched up thigh.Â
Without even hesitating, you curled into his side, fingers grasping as his shirt like your life depended on it.Â
âShh,â he soothed, hand rubbing up and down your arm. âYou did make it. You and Gloria both. You made it because you thought on your feetâ Iâm so proud of you,â he hummed, pressing his lips to the side of your head.Â
He had no idea if you believed him or notâ no idea if his words were sinking in at all. You clutched his shirt and cried against his chestâ frame shaking with each breath you took. Tyler felt so helpless in that moment. All he could do was whisper reassuring comments and words of affirmation in your ear and hold you tightly against him.Â
After a while, your breathing started to return to normal. Your grip on his shirt loosened as you let out a sigh. âYou came to get me,â you said quietly, voice sounding so tiredâ like it was moments away from drifting off.Â
Tyler pressed his lips to your hair, eyes squeezing shut. âIâll always come to get you,â he promised.Â
You nodded. âI know.âÂ
Tyler ran his hand up and down your arm a few more times soothingly. âThe laundry mat was a good ideaâ especially with the pipes,â he murmured into your hair.Â
With what little energy you had left, you pulled away from him to glance up. With a raised eyebrow, you asked. âDoes that mean I can be a tornado wrangler now?âÂ
He smirked playfully. âThat depends, do you want to be?â
You bit your lip, like you were really thinking about it. After a moment, you scrunched your nose up. âAnd face one of those things nearly everyday? Not a chance.â
Tyler smiled, pulling you gently against his chestâ right where you belonged. âThereâs my girl,â he said lovingly.Â
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Hi! I was wondering if I could request a prompt where the reader is out at night with the LIs, wearing a pretty outfit, a man just approaches her and rudely asks âhow much for a bj?â How would they react/protect her from such a creep?
(Sorry, for my English, I hope it made sense hahađ¤đź)
Very Minor N/SFW Warning!! This one really made me laugh because this has happened to me before, and the situation mostly pans out with my own partner having to yank me away to avoid having to post bail on me later in the evening. Remember to leash your dogs kids! Thank you for the request!! <3
LaDS men when you get catcalled/propositioned on the street
Xavier -
He's apologizing profusely to you because the ensuing bloodspray from how hard he punched the guy in the nose got on your dress and he genuinely feels awful about it.
There is not much to it, besides he acted embarrassingly quickly, to the point you wonder to yourself if he's just been silently waiting for this moment to come.
He's used to going out with you for drinks or evening dates- it's one of the more common ways for the two of you to hang out aside from spending the evening in one of your apartments with the other. Juggling work and clocking out with social activities would also mean walking late at night, to go to a movie or even on a snack run.
So needless to say, he has in fact, been mentally preparing himself for something like this to happen.
He can't help it.
He doesn't ever want to see you disrespected- he doesn't care the context. Work, family, friends-
And now, what, a stranger asking you for sexual favors?
You wait calmly with him while he speaks to the officers about what happened, trying to contain your giggles at how sheepishly he looks at the ground, his face still painted with the most adorable anger.
Zayne -
Quickly, he's pushed you behind himself and holding eye contact with the guy. It doesn't matter if he's drunk, or perfectly sober, Zayne won't excuse someone saying such a ridiculous thing to you.
He has his usual air of politeness and manners, but the bite in his voice is more than apparent, even to someone who doesn't know him. Dressed as nicely as he is with the air he carries around him, it's a weird experience for those who don't know how protective Zayne can get.
He will tell the man to give you an apology and back off, or there will be consequences.
You know what those consequences are, and despite feeling smug about how protective Zayne is, you're trying to grab his arm and stop him, to no avail.
If the creep tries to reach for you, Zayne will back up into you to force you back gently, and the man will quickly realize that he can't reach forward anymore-
Even as Zayne walks away with you, the ice is still creeping up the man's body. Slow enough, but still moving.
Hopefully an OTTO calls for help in time. Hypothermia at night would suck.
Rafayel -
He's immediately between you and the guy, hand long since dropped your own as he crosses his arms and stares the guy down.
If you hadn't known him so long, you would expect him to fire off a tirade of insults and comments at the guy- but you know Rafayel. You know him well.
He tells the guy to back off, in the most simple of terms as he glare is enough to set the man alight- and Rafayel's evol does just that when the guy doesn't seem to back down- lighting up the shoulders of his clothing and causing him to flay around screaming, as Rafayel pulls you to keep walking.
The amount of tasteful compliments on your attire rise, and you know he's doing it to keep you from internalizing the earlier interaction and stop dressing how you want.
He doesn't need some random freak to keep you from expressing yourself how you want to. Of course, he'll always find you attractive, and the little outfit you're wearing is doing numbers to him, but that's not his focus here at all.
He wants you to feel comfortable, confident-
And he'll do everything in his power to make sure you always do.
Sylus -
I am not entirely sure the man who's asking you has finished his sentence before he's slammed once against a nearby building and then released.
Sylus makes no motion to indicate that it was his doing, continuing to walk along with you to wherever the two of you had been going in the first place-
But you knew.
You had seen his stupid red mist envelope him.
For a second, you'd been scared that he was going to kill the guy- and while you knew someone who was comfortable saying such a thing to someone needed to be put in their place, 'murder' was not at all the same as 'putting someone in their place'.
No, he was just slightly- sort of- broken.
Just a bit.
Sylus won't react much, he may give a passing comment about the man, but otherwise, he's back to complimenting you or conversing with you about whatever subject you two had been discussing prior to the creep showing up.
"Sorry, sweetie. I know you don't like bugs. I tried to handle it as... efficiently, as possible."
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If I Could Never Give You Peace
( bllk boys when your secret relationship is leaked by paparazzi)
a/n â wrote this on a whim after listening to peace by taylor swift
content â some nsfw but not explicit, fem! reader, cursing , all characters are 18 or 18+, slight ooc maybe?, some characters are repeated
synopsis â what happens when your relationship is leaked?
â.ËâŽđ§âŽË.â ' i'd give you my sunshine, give you my best ' â.ËâŽđ§âŽË.â
âŠâË.ââžââşâ⧠the... ' everyone thought you'd broken up '
listen, you knew dating a good soccer player in high school was a big deal, but you didn't realize how big of a deal it really was when he went pro.
this was the same boy ( now man) that you'd been dating since you were 14, so nothing really changed your views on him. if you could love him through his awkward phase, and he could love you through yours, there was no way you'd break up.
again, you didn't realize that your relationship was such a big deal. it wasn't that the two of you were a secret, it was more of a 'private not secret' situation.
so when the two of you woke up in your shared bed because of just how many notifications the both of you were getting, you knew something was up.
and low and behold, something was wrong. when you opened any social media the first thing you saw was a strangely amazing photo of you and your long-term boyfriend kissing. really, if it wasn't a paparazzi photo, it would be your lock screen.
"aren't we just the cutest?" he asked you, phone thrown back onto his bedside table as if he didn't have a care in the world. (and he really didn't, not in this case)
truly, the only thing that may make him angry in this whole situation is the fact that he got woken up far earlier than his usual routine by all the commotion.
but of course, as he was dozing back off, you were reading the comments, as any loyal significant other would.
soccerluvr45: omg is that is gf from high school? i thought they broke up
okay, yeah. he had a rather public instagram account in high school that his rabid fans had found that had pictures of the two of you, but you'd never broken up?
reading through the many comments, it was like everyone had collectively decided the two of you'd broken up.
"mhm...just ignore it. the pr lady will deal with it." he mumbled as he grabbed your phone from your hands, laying it beside his before wrapping his arms around you.
"go to bed, 's too early to deal with all this."
his fans were silly, if they could see you with this bed-head man right now, they'd see there was no way the two of you would ever break up.
âŠâË.ââžââşâ⧠NAGI SEISHIRO, yo hiori, NIJIRO NANASE, hyoma chigiri
âŠâË.ââžââşâ⧠the... ' pr nightmare '
anyone who knew your boyfriend knew he was...a little extreme.
and unfortunately for you, this also applied when your relationship became public because of a slight slip of focus from the two of you. it wasn't that you were trying to keep your relationship a secret, you'd already been together a year now, but you also weren't trying to out yourselves.
yet, one singular minute when the two of you slipped away to the bathroom together at a soccer banquet...well lets just say a paparazzi was scarily ready to snap someone, anyone's, photo.
so here you were, sitting in a terrifyingly big office with your boyfriend and almost his entire management team.
"do you know what this could do to your reputation?" his manager asked. "it's just two adults doing adult things, they should've been in that bathroom! that would've gotten themâ"
"okay, sir..."the pr woman cut him off, ever too enthusiastic to be talking about your private lives.
"you just need to ignore all of this until it goes away, alright? no press interviews after games anymore," she sighed as if this was basic comprehension. (your boyfriend wasn't the smartest but he also didn't need to be treated like an idiot.) "and no posting on any social medias for the time being. do you understand?"
"yeah, yeah. no talking to the grown men after games. and..."he grimaced at the thought of his next condition. " c'mon is posting on my socials that bad? i don't post about us anyways."
"at. all." and the room felt as icy as the pr woman's stare.
"yeah, no, okay i got it. no social media."
after another thirty minutes of this, with them saying basically the same stuff to you (even though you had no real social media presence anyways), you guys finally left.
"no fucking posting? what if i have to talk about a game coming up?" "i'm sure she knows how to do her job, love." you soothed your boyfriend as you got in the car the company arranged to have you two taken up with.
"yeah, well whatever. give me your hand," and who were you to say no to your boyfriend?
he took your hand and placed it on his neck, a place where you could see a few bites and hickeys if you really looked hard enough.
before you could protest he took a picture, posting it on his VERY public account with the caption...
' i love my woman ;) '
before turning off his phone completely.
"let's see them try to get ahold of me now."
âŠâË.ââžââşâ⧠RYUSEI SHIDO, tabito karasu, EITA OTOYA, oliver aiku
âŠâË.ââžââşâ⧠the... ' what picture ? '
how do two chronically offline people realize their relationship is now under scrutiny by the entire world?
the simple answer is...they don't!
you've never been interested in social media the way other girls your age had been. really, you'd rather just watch a video essay on every little topic that interests you than sit and watch six second videos then scroll all day.
to say the least, fast and forever changing social media just wasn't your thing.
and your boyfriend? he hardly even used his phone. unless it was for business or you, the thing was practically shoved away somewhere he couldn't care less about.
he would rather be reading or spending time with you out on a date...which is exactly the predicament the paparazzi put you in earlier this week.
the two of you were photographed having a little picnic and reading date at a small park that was pretty far out of town, assuming no one there knew, or even cared, enough to take a picture, but alas, someone did.
you and he had spent the rest of your week in pure, relaxed bliss. he had a game on saturday, so besides him going to practice and working out, the two of you stayed inside almost all week to prepare for the rather hectic weekend.
to say the game was a nail biter would be the understatement of the century. after two additional times, it was your boyfriend who scored the winning goal.
of course, you cheered the loudest, not noticing plenty of fans eyes on you unlike how many used to just chalk you up as an ecstatic fan.
as the post game interview came for him, you decided to stay closer to the door just incase it ran short. sometimes it was a one and done for him and others the questions went on for at least fifteen minutes, it just depended on his mood.
of course, the first question was about his game winning goal, but the second one threw him and you for a loop.
" what do you have to say about the photos of you and your reported girlfriend that have come out this past week? "
"...huh? what photos?"
eventually, the two of you did see the pictures, and all you could do was laugh because...how had you two not found out about this?
and you also made the picture your phone lock screen, but he didn't have to know that.
âŠâË.ââžââşâ⧠RIN ITOSHI, reo mikage, SAE ITOSHI, chigiri hyoma
â.ËâŽđ§âŽË.â ' but the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me ' â.ËâŽđ§âŽË.â
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i wrote this in about an hour, and i think it shows but i had to get it out of my brain :))
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â§Ë ¡ . 7 minutes in heaven
Pairing: RE2!Leon x Fem!Reader
Summary: Leon gave his girlfriend the best gift ever - his virginity â¤
Tags: Smut; fluff; p in v; oral (f); loss of virginity; leon is desperate; they are in love your honor
Notes: IM BAAAAAACK! Had to take a week off to focus on my studies, but now im free! Was supposed to post this earlier, but i got lazy!
Minors do not interact!!
After dating for quite a while, it was visible that Leon was a great boyfriend, he was confident in everything he did, he paid attention to the little details and was always surprising her. Thatâs why, on her birthday, he decided to give her something much more special - his virginity.
At first, it was weird talking about it, he was a grown adult, with a job and everything, and he still had his v-card intact. He was so focused on his career that things like that never really mattered to him. Thatâs until she came along, and he knew that he wanted to share something so personal with her, and only her.
Setting the mood, he woke her up with a nice bouquet of her favorite flowers and a warm breakfast, the meal eaten while they shared sweet kisses and sweet nothings. He hated that both needed to go to work, the day passing slower in his mind since he was anxious for the night.
When the night fell, both felt giddy - Leon because he was finally getting a taste of sex - something his colleagues always boasted about - and her because the man was making her day so perfect, she had no idea how it could get any better.
At dinner, she noticed him more fidgety, as if he had something on his mind. At first, Leon wanted to play it cool, being a gentleman and serving her for the entire night, but the moment he saw her red inviting dress, his dick decided that he wanted to do the thinking, not his actual head. The slit on her dress showed her soft thighs, and he could only wonder how good they would feel wrapped around his head as he fucked her with his ton-gosh, he needed to focus.
âBaby, you seem worried. Is something the matter?â She quietly asked him, worried that something might have happened.
âNo, it's fine, love. Just thinking how pretty you lookâ he half lied, smiling sincerely at her as he caressed her hand, looking completely smitten by the woman sitting in front of him.
She blushed at his comment, he was always an expert in making her feel so loved.
For now, she chose to drop the matter, just wanting to enjoy the evening with him.
'â˘.¸⥠âĄÂ¸.â˘'︾âżď¸ľâżŕ¨âĄŕ§âżď¸ľâżď¸ľ'â˘.¸⥠âĄÂ¸.â˘'
Dinner was amazing, the food was spot on. They walked around a park nearby, enjoying the flowers falling and making the scenery movie-like. They talked and laughed, now filling their hearts after filling their stomach.
As they headed home, Leon felt his heartbeat quickening, but took deep breaths- the night wasn't over yet.
He softly guided her near him, wrapping his arms around her as they shared a deep and passionate kiss, moving his hands all over her body and tightening his grip around her hips.
âLove, want to go to our bedroom? Don't want this night to finish yetâ he whispered against her lips, their saliva making everything more wet and intimate.
She looked surprised at him, since she knew from the beginning that he was still a virgin, and was always supportive and patient with the man, never wanting to rush things. The woman nodded, being guided to their room as they still didn't break their hold and deep kisses.
Feeling a rush, Leon pushed her into their bed making her yelp a bit, earning a sorry look from him. God, she was not a ragdoll Leon, stop thinking about porn!
âBaby, we don't need to do this, you know that, right?â She asked him with a smile, watching as he moved to hover her body
âReally want to⌠Iâll be good to you, babyâ he whispered as he pressed kisses to her neck, clumsily pushing her dress up
If it wasnât such an intimate moment, she wouldâve laughed as he tried to push her dress out without even realizing that it had a zipper on the back. Ending his misery, she gently pulled him back and zipped the clothing down, laying on their bed in her black underwear (thank god she decided to wear matching ones today!).
Like a poor and desperate horny boy, the first thing he did was press his face against her tits, wanting to suffocate himself on her chest. She giggled at his eagerness, watching as he mouthed and pressed open mouthed kisses on her cleavage, as his hands kneaded them.Â
Not waiting anymore, his hands traveled to her back, reaching her bra clasp. He grunted in dissatisfaction as that task proved to be harder than it looked - god, are those things indestructible? Once again, pitying him, she simply reached back and undid her bra in a swift moment, making Leon look at her dumb founded âHow the fuck did you do that?â
âPracticeâ she giggled âyouâll get to be as good as I am the more you do itâ, and then gave him a wink
He chuckled, but turned his focus back to the task at hand, and threw her bra somewhere along their room (he genuinely had no idea where it went). He tried not to be a creep, but he couldnât help but stare at her boobs for a long time, only breaking the spell when she giggled at his hungry eyes. Her chest on show, his mouth worked directly on her nipples, sucking and wetting awkwardly. The man was just too eager to try to get a taste of her, and the soft feeling of her buds on his tongue made his hips twitch, desperate from any friction.
Even if it was messy, she could only moan and tug his hair in pleasure - even if uncoordinated, his tongue felt so delicious, her cunt gathering arousal quickly. âF-fuck, baby⌠moreâ she moaned as her hands didnt leave his blonde locks.
He was completely in ecstasy as he heard her needy voice, nodding as he kissed his way down her body, playing with the lace on her underwear. He softly kissed the fabric and pulled it down, almost ripping it because of how excited he was. He looked at her wet cunt and gaped, as if he was seeing paradise for the first time.Quickly, he fumbled as he removed his shirt, opening his belt and laying on his front, putting her legs on his shoulders.
What now?
'â˘.¸⥠âĄÂ¸.â˘'︾âżď¸ľâżŕ¨âĄŕ§âżď¸ľâżď¸ľ'â˘.¸⥠âĄÂ¸.â˘'
Well, Leon had to think of every porn he has ever watched - not that those were accurate and all, but he could at least mimic the movements. But as he watched her wet cunt throb, everything flew away from his mind, he just craved her, and her taste. Before she could say anything, his face moved forward and he licked her clit wantonly - he wasn't even timid about it, his tongue was firm and sure, making her body arch from the bed, her gentle hands moving down to tug his hair.
âFuck, Leon!â she whined, sensitive from his eager muscle moving against her bundle of nerves
âWanna make you feel good, baby⌠need you to drench my faceâ he said in muffled words, as he still ate her out, his hands holding her hips and thighs tightly.
The only thing guiding Leon was her reactions at where his tongue passed, her moans getting especially louder when he rolled and sucked the little button above her cunt lips, so he kept his work there. If Leon died now, he would die as a happy man. Her pussy tasted sweeter than his favorite candy, and the wet sounds caused by the suctioning sounded so, so sinful, he just couldnât stop.Â
He was so focused on the sensation that he didnât even realize when her legs started shaking around him and the grip on his hair grew tighter. âB-baby, G-gonna cum!â she moaned desperately, looking down at him and biting her lips, her cheeks being fully flushed.
âPlease, cum on my tongue, need it, need to taste itâŚâ he rambled as he sucked and rolled his tongue viciously, his rough hands holding her hips down, not letting her squirm away from his grasp.Â
Soon, she saw fireworks and exploded against his mouth - of course that man made a woman cum on his first time, he was Leon S. Kennedy after all. She laid shaking on the bed, pushing his head away and closing her legs for the moment, as Leon had to lower his pants and underwear, watching her explode almost made him cum in his pants, he needed to feel her now.
He gently parted her legs again, his hands caressing and feeling up her body as he was addicted to the feeling of her skin, as they shared soft kisses. When they felt she was ready, he slowly rubbed his head against her entrance and clit, making both moan - Leon had to think about very disgusting things, otherwise he would cum like a horny teen and he wouldnât even be inside her.Â
âAre you ready, baby? We can back down if you want toâ she assured him once again, caressing his face lovingly as both looked at each other with a shared and intense passion.Â
He shook his head, smiling and kissing her forehead âlove, I adore when you are sweet, but I need to fuck your brains out or iâll go insaneâ he chuckled, and his hand guided just his tip in.
Just the tip, and she swallowed him with vigor, making Leon let out a choked out moan. It was only the head, and yet, he felt his cock throbbing and twitching, he really needed to hold back, otherwise this would end sooner than he wouldâve liked.
Slowly, his entire shaft was inside her, and Leon swore he was seeing stars, just like those old cartoons. Holy shit, is that what sex was like? Now he gets it. He should call off work this week and spend with her in bed, fucking and working up his stamina.
âYou can move, babyâ she whined impatiently. God dammit, woman, mind your tone! If she kept talking to him like that, he would absolutely blow in his first thrust.
He nodded and began moving, and if he wasnât hitting that gummy spot, she would be laughing, the sight adorable - his face was red as if he was holding his breath, and his mouth was hanging open as he watched his cock slide in and out, getting creamier and creamier with her cunt juices.
Wrapping her legs around him, she pulled the man into a kiss, making his knees buckle and his hips move in a grinding motion, his hair ticking her puffy pussy as their moans were drowned in their kisses. Her nails scratched his back, being enough to create red lines but not really hurt him.Â
While both were losing their minds, the only sounds in the room were loud moans, some bed rattling and their skin slapping. His hips - thankfully - met a more pleasurable rhythm, not too fast or slow. Enough to make him feel his cock on her cunt, while she felt her wet pussy molding into his dick.
âFuuuuck, canât hold it, canât hold itâ he moaned in almost unintelligible moans, holding their hands together as his hips started to falter and her thighs went more rigid as the pleasure waves flowed through them.
âCome inside, baby, mark me, let it all goâ she said aiding him
Soon, like her words casted a spell on him, he filled her up as her walls closed on him, thankfully cuming together. Both laid there regaining their breaths, Leon resting his head right against her heart beat - the best song he has ever heard. She guided him for another gentle kiss, both smiling like idiots in satisfaction.
Leon was a full man now! And he didn't even embarrass himself, knowing he made her come and fucked her properly! He looked at the wall on the nightstand to verify how long he managed to go and⌠wait, what the fuck? Only seven minutes? No, no, he needed to do better!Â
Pulling him away from his paranoia, she looked at him with heart eyes and whispered âThat was the best birthday ever. Thank you for making all of this special. it was perfectâ
For the first time in the night, he blushed and nuzzled into her neck, whispering back âIt really was. Couldnât imagine doing this without you. Thank you for being so patient and stayingâ
âWould wait forever if it meant being with youâ she simply answered, making his heart soar.
Leon was fine with the seven minutes now, after all, they had a lifetime to make up for it.
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roommates ; lando norris + part four
In which you have to live with your brothers best friend who you really don't like, Lando Norris, and his many 'girlfriends' for a while, but there's always a thin line between love and hate.
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lando norris x fem!verstappen reader tw: nothing much yet expect that Lando is a player + i don't proofread + smut will come next chapters!
When you wake up that following morning, youâre confused for the first few seconds about which room youâre in. This is not the guest room from Lando his apartment. Slowly the morning fussiness inside you clears up. The events from last night come back to you. Lando was screaming and making sounds all night, which caused you to check it out. He had a nightmare. You awoke him. After another stupid remark from Lando, you decided to watch some television with him - in his bed. Did you fall asleep in his bed? Shit. Carefully you look next to you. When you look and notice Lando, whoâs still peacefully asleep, you realize that you did fall asleep next to him.Â
The part that sits with you the most right now? It feels weirdly comfortable to lay next to Lando in his bed. It scares you. The wise thing to do is to get out of his bed, get back into your own and forget about this situation. Although you already know that Lando will bring it up eventually. You donât want to leave his warm bed, but you donât see another option right now. So, carefully you turn yourself around and move away from Lando. Itâs only now that you notice how close you were laying to Lando.Â
When you get away from the blankets and take your first move to get out of the bed, youâre quick to be stopped. Itâs Lando whoâs stopping you. Heâs quick to grab your arm and to stop you from leaving his bed. âNot yet,â he softly mutters while pulling you back to himself. You notice how much deeper his voice is in the morning. Fuck, his voice is hot like this. Slowly you give in and move yourself back underneath the blankets. You know that this isnât smart, but you canât help yourself. Lando is quick to get you into his arms. It feels weird to lay into his arms like this, but in some even weirder way it also feels really nice. Lando wraps his arms around your body.Â
You allow yourself to fall back asleep in Lando his arms. This is an one time thing, you keep reminding yourself. This canât happen again. That means you better enjoy it for how long it lasts. Lando however tries to stay awake this time. When he notices your closed eyes and peaceful deep breaths, he can only focus on how to get you in his bed again. He needs to experience this more often. Or even better, this should become the new normal.Â
Eventually Lando canât stop himself from falling asleep again as well. Before closing his eyes and giving in, he presses a soft kiss on the top of your head. You have turned yourself completely into his body. Lando feels his underwear tighten around his crotch. Feeling your body onto his own like this will probably be an image that he wonât forget about quickly.Â
When Lando wakes up again, you have left his bed already.Â
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âYouâre actually insane,â Lando grunts annoyed, âWho in their right mind is going on a date with their ex boyfriend?â
âItâs not a date,â you sigh with the same annoyed tone as Lando was using earlier.Â
âNot a date?â Lando asks you sarcastically, he almost laughs at you for the remark. âYouâre going to a restaurant to have dinner with your ex boyfriend. Doesnât that sound like a date to you?â
âWhy do you even care,â you ask Lando with a raised voice. The annoyance is obvious in your voice. You know that Lando does have a point, but you canât tell him that. Right? Earlier today your ex called you. Which seemed weird to you, since the last time you spoke to him was a couple months back during the break up. He told you that he still had some of your stuff which he wanted to give back to you and that he wanted to apologize. You have no idea what stuff he still has of you, but you can only hope that itâs the sweater you have been missing for a while. It was the most logical idea to meet up somewhere. The worst idea was to invite him into Lando his apartment and you also didnât want to go to his place, so you settled for a restaurant. Exactly like your ex wanted.
âWhy shouldnât I care?â Lando asks you back.
âBecause you donât care about me,â you are quick to slap back.Â
Lando canât stop himself and lets out a loud laugh. It almost scares you. âYouâre really stupid,â he tells you while laughing.Â
âGreat!â You tell angrily. Now he really crossed a line with you. âStupid, insane, what else do you think of me?â You ask him with the same angry tone in your voice.Â
Lando holds back a lot of words right now. It takes a lot from him to not start to scream at you what he actually thinks about you. What a stupid question. Itâs not like he thinks that youâre insane and stupid, but he does think that about your idea of going to dinner with your ex. Normally Lando thinks youâre the most beautiful, smart, kind and many positive things more, girl he knows. Although he does think youâre a bit bratty, but in some way that only makes you more attractive in his eyes. He wants nothing more then to fuck all of that brattiness our of you, only for it to come back every time again. That would be the best.Â
âSorry,â Lando sighs with a more calmer tone in his voice then before, âI donât think youâre stupid and insane, okay? Itâs just that I think that this idea is pretty stupid and insane. Heâs your ex for a reason, you canât date him again.â
âYouâre not deciding things like that for me,â you tell him angrily. After those words you turn yourself around and start walking towards your own room. Youâre really not in the mood to stay with Lando any longer right now. An annoyed groan leaves your throat, itâs not like you think this is a date - although you have no idea how to call it otherwise. And itâs really not like you want to get back with your ex, but you do want to stay civil with him.Â
âDonât walk away,â Lando yells after you.Â
âWhy not?â You yell back, âSo you can insult me even more?â
After those words you slam the door of your bedroom shut with a loud bang. Lando sighs when he hears the door slam. He almost slaps himself. How is it that every time things seems to be going alright between you and him, he finds a way to fuck it up? He thinks about following you and trying to apologize, but eventually it seems a better idea to let you cool down for a bit.Â
In the mean time youâre making yourself ready for later tonight. You have no idea what to wear and how much time to spend on your make up. Of course, you do want to look nice, but you donât want your ex to think that you did that for him. This is complicated. Eventually you pick out a dress and put on a light make up look. You still have some time left. Since youâre not in the mood to clash with Lando again, you decide to relax for a bit on your bed and watch some TikTokâs.Â
When you do come back in the living room an small hour later, it doesnât take long before Lando his frustrations comes back up again. He feels himself getting mad all over again. This time itâs caused by the way youâre looking. Why are you dressed this nicely for a date with your ex? He starts to doubt if you do want him back. It sure does seem like it. Lando canât look away from you. Earlier today he called you insane, but now heâs pretty sure that heâs the insane one. All because of you. Youâre making him lose his mind.Â
You notice the way Lando is looking at you. The frustration is clearly displayed on his face. Is he still mad? You felt like you were calmed down about it, but seeing Lando staring at you like this makes your frustration come back as well.Â
âYou look good,â Lando eventually tells you with an annoyed tone. Before you can ask about his tone or thank him for the compliment (?), heâs already talking further. âToo good,â he adds. You want to ask what he means, but when you see the notification coming up on your phone you decide to let it be. Your ex is already here.Â
âIâm leaving,â you tell Lando, âBye.â
Lando hurries himself after you when you walk away from him again. Quickly he grabs your hand. âJust be careful alright?â He asks you.Â
His behavior confuses you. What does he mean with this? Itâs just your ex, not some criminal. Or is this still because he thinks youâre stupid? âI wonder if I can,â you bite, âI mean Iâm pretty stupid after all.âÂ
âThatâs not what I meant,â Lando sighs annoyed, âJust call or text me if you need help.â After those words youâre quick to walk away from Lando. Everything about him confuses you. Fuck. Maybe youâre getting insane, Lando makes you lose your mind.Â
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This day wonât get any better. Your ex boyfriend did bring your lost sweater, but thatâs the only positive thing so far. Heâs going on and on about how much he misses you. At first it was kinda sweet, but now itâs just annoying. You didnât break up with him without a good reason, so you donât feel tempted to act out on his pleas. Not that he asked about getting back together, but you suspect that the question can come anytime.Â
Maybe Lando was right, this is weird. You should have bought a new sweater instead of doing this. He did already send you multiple messages, maybe you should text Lando to help you out of this situation? You almost laugh at your own dumb idea. Lando will probably text back something in the lines of: âI told you so.â He isnât going to help you with the mess you created yourself.
Itâs a shame Max isnât around. You try to remember why your brother isnât in Monaco right now, but you donât remember the reason right now. You do however remember that you really need to meet up with him soon, you havenât seen him for a bit.Â
âDonât you miss me as well babygirl?â Your ex asks you. His questions shakes you out off your earlier thoughts. No, you donât miss him. That isnât the strange thing youâre feeling right now. Itâs his last word. Babygirl. He never called you that before. He wasnât one for nicknames like that. Since when is he calling you babygirl? It feels weird.Â
It takes you a short minute before you can say why it feels weird. Normally itâs Lando who calls you babygirl. Shit. Is this really feeling weird because youâre used to Lando?Â
âPlease donât call me that,â you politely tell your ex. He gives you a strange look. âEarlier you begged me to give you a cute nickname?â He asks confused.
âYeah,â you sigh, âWhen we were in a relationship.â
His remark reminds you about why you broke up with him the first place. Yes, he was your boyfriend but often it didnât feel like it. He was always too busy to make time for you. Which wasnât that bad, until you noticed that he had time for everyone else. The romance just wasnât there. When you thought about your relationship after the break up, you were quick to realize that it was a more friendly situation then a relationship.Â
And maybe, really maybe, your meeting with Lando confused you as well and made the breakup happen sooner. When you first saw Lando, he made you feel something that you never felt around your then-boyfriend. But that will no one ever know.
âBut I do want to get back with you in a relationship,â your ex confesses, âI can make more time for you, I can figure out some cute nicknames and we can be together again.â
âI think itâs a bit too late for that,â you carefully reply. Everything he just said, is nothing you want. You donât want to spend more time with him, get his attention and certainly donât want to be together again.Â
âWhat do you mean?â Your ex asks you confused, âThatâs what you wanted right? More attention, a more loving relationship?â
âWanted yeah,â you tell him, âI donât want that anymore.â
âThen what do you want?â He asks you frustrated.
âI donât know what I want,â you confess, âbut I do know that itâs not you, sorry.âÂ
You tried to tell him so polite as you could, but apparently it made him still angry with you. Fuck. This really was a bad idea. You notice another text from Lando popping up on your screen. Should you text him back? You unlock your phone and read Lando his texts.
Lando Norris: I meant it. Text me if you need me.
Lando Norris: How are things going?
Lando Norris: Babygirl?
Lando Norris: Just tell me if youâre okay
Since when does Lando care this much about you? It makes you shiver, but not in a bad way. Thatâs not a good sign. You want to reply to his texts, but your ex is already snatching your attention away again.Â
âWho are you texting?â He asks you annoyed. Before you can answer, heâs talking further. âIs it your new boyfriend?â He continues to ask.Â
âNew boyfriend?â You ask confused. Does he think you have a new boyfriend? Why would he even think that.Â
âYeah. Maybe itâs that Lando guy, that wouldnât surprise me.â
The venomous tone in his voice reminds you about the other reason you broke up with him. The jealousy. Itâs crazy now you think about it. On the on hand you were having the feeling that the two of you were barely friends, let alone lovers, but on the other hand your ex was always jealous. You remember multiple fights between the two of you, even one about Lando. You almost laugh if you think about telling your ex who youâre living with right now, but you donât tell him. You donât want to fight.Â
âI donât have a new boyfriend,â you tell your ex.
âThen why wonât you want to get back with me?â He asks you angrily.Â
You donât like the angry tone. He has no right to act like this. âI donât like you like that anymore,â you tell him annoyed, âand I donât even know if I ever did.â The last part of your sentence wasnât smart, but you feel yourself getting mad as well.Â
âBitch,â you ex hisses angrily.Â
For a few seconds you doubt about your next move should be. Are you going to get into an argument with your ex or are you leaving? His words make you mad, but you know it isnât smart to get into an argument with him here. Maybe this is the moment to text Lando, he offered to help you right? Maybe he can pick you up?Â
âIâm going to pay for my part and then Iâm leaving,â you tell your ex eventually, âI donât think thereâs anything else to talk about left.â In the mean time you pull out your phone again, you open your chat with Lando and quickly type something.Â
y/n: can u come get me? Iâm at AmĂš
You press send, but you have no idea if the text is actually being send. The screen has turned black. Shit, you didnât even know that your battery was low. What if the text didnât send? With an annoyed sigh you get up from the table and walk towards the server so you can pay for your part. Then without looking back at your ex, you leave the place. In all irony itâs also starting to rain. What a shitty day.Â
Within the second that Lando got your message, heâs in his car. The restaurant youâre at isnât that far from his place thankfully. He tries to get to you as fast as he can manage. Breaking multiple traffic laws in the mean time.Â
âCome on let me take you home,â your ex says angrily. Heâs standing outside with you, much to your annoyance. You donât want him to be here. Itâs pouring rain in the mean time. You realize that you must look awful now. Your dress is sticking against your body, your make up is probably ruined. You can only hope that there isnât anyone around who knows your name or brother. The Instagram posts are already formed in your head.Â
âNo,â you reply.
âSo youâre going to stand here stupidly?â He continues to ask.Â
âIâm getting picked up.â At least, you hope so.Â
When Lando arrives at the street from the restaurant, heâs quick to spot you. You and your ex. He has never seen the guy before, but he canât take his time to look at him. He quickly parks his car across the street and jogs to you. When he looks at you, he realizes that you are all soaked. Before he can say anything to you, your ex is talking at you. Lando didnât expect that your ex would be still here as well.
Lando takes a good look at your ex. He never saw the guy before. Itâs been a while since you dated him, but Lando is certain that he never met him. He knows that Max wasnât a fan of the guy either.Â
âSee!â The guy says angrily. âFucking slut,â he continues with a raised voice, âyouâre already dating someone else. And even worse, it is him! You lied to me.â
âWeâre not dating,â you sigh.Â
âYet,â Lando canât withhold his remark. âAnd donât call her that again.â
You send Lando an annoyed glance. Is he here to help you or to make things worse? Even though, you canât stop the weird feeling in your stomach after he just said that. Why are his words having such an impact on you? And why is Lando talking about dating you? Could it be possible that he wants to date you? Youâre getting confused by whatâs happening.
âAre you going to deny that she is a slut?â Your ex asks Lando.Â
âCome on babygirl, weâre leaving before Iâm going to lose it,â Lando mutters annoyed. He already feels himself getting angry with the guy in front of him. He gives you his hand, which you thankfully grab and wants to take you with him to his car so you can get home.Â
âSo thatâs why I couldnât call you that,â your ex remarks, âyour new boyfriend has dibs on that name.âÂ
âNot my boyfriend,â you state again.Â
Lando almost adds another âyetâ again, but this time he holds himself back from doing it.Â
âOh just for the sex then?â Your ex asks, âThat does seem more fitting for a slut like you.â
Before you can even say something back, youâre already busy with pulling back Lando. What is going on? Lando has let go of your hand, only to use it to form a fist which can hit your ex boyfriend in his face. Fuck, he did actually punch him. Youâre quick to grab Lando his arm and to try to take him with you.Â
âLetâs go Lando,â you mutter, âHe isnât worth it.â
âHe called you a slut!â Lando almost screams. âTwo fucking times.â
âI know,â you sigh, âLetâs leave please.â
Your ex is furious right now. Heâs balding his fists as well and seems ready to take revenge on Lando for his earlier punch. When you see the fist of your ex coming at Lando his face, you donât think about your next action. You quickly pull away Lando, which caused you to stand in front of the upcoming fist from your ex. When you feel it hit your cheek, you let out a gasp from the impact. Itâs not a hard punch, but youâre still shocked.Â
Lando reacts within seconds. He carefully looks at your cheek, making sure that the impact wasnât big. Softly he pushes you to the side before he grabs your ex by his neck. âI swear to fucking god,â Lando says with a voice so low it almost sounds dangerous to you, âyou better make sure that youâre never close to her again, because the next time I see you too close to her, Iâll fucking end you.â You wonder what he means with that. âIâll make sure everyone knows what a pathetic loser you are,â Lando continues, âand that youâll never have a chance with a girl, or with a job or with whatever ever again.â He lets your ex go and watches him quickly walk away.Â
âAre you alright babygirl?â Lando asks you worried. He is quick to get you into his arms and to inspect your face again. It doesnât look to bad thankfully.Â
âI think so,â you softly tell Lando.Â
âLetâs get you home,â Lando replies, âI have some ice there, hopefully it will stop the swelling.â
When youâre seated next to Lando in his expensive McLaren, you remember your horrible state. You must look like a mess. Your dress is soaked, your make up is running all over your face and even worse, you also feel like a mess.Â
âIt turns out you were right after all,â you sigh.
âI wish I wasnât.â
âSorry that I dragged you into this,â you apologize towards Lando.Â
âRather be sorry that you ever dated someone like him,â Lando replies, âIâm pretty sure thereâs someone better around for you.â
âSomeone like?â
âOh I donât know,â Lando chuckles, âSomeone whoâs ready to punch another guy for you maybe.â
And again, Lando confused the hell out of you.Â
part five
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I've been receiving a lot of inquiries since sharing my success story, and while I'm not planning to start a blog, I do want to address some common questions here.
Did I manifest everything from the void?
Yes, everything I listed was indeed manifested when I entered the void, as outlined in my story. I've had some successes with various experiments before, but none reached the level of my most recent attempt.
What was the most crucial factor in achieving the final breakthrough?
I wish there was a straightforward answer, but it probably boils down to the realization that no matter how much I complained or cried, I was determined not to give up. I would read success stories and find myself in tears because they mirrored the life I aspired to have. I wanted to shift realities, be wealthy, happy, and beautifulâit might sound vain, but that's what I desired. I longed to feel free, unbound by any world, and to pursue my own path. Who wouldn't want that? At some point, I asked myself, would I still be trying to shift at 30, while struggling with dietary issues caused by gut praxis disorder? If the answer was yes, what did that mean? It meant I wasn't going to give up. So, I kept trying different things, knowing that eventually, something would work. Inner work is essential, but I believe it's inevitable. The longest journey I've seen took seven years. Do I want that for myself? Absolutely not, but what if it happens? The very acceptance of that possibility means you're not giving up, so what does it matter?
What method did you use?
As I've mentioned, I've tried every method. The final one that worked was the morphic field. I don't really care whether it was the morphic fields or something else that clicked within me. As I mentioned earlier, I realized I was sad, but I knew I wasn't going to give up, so I let myself be sad. Who cares? Let me be angry; I'm still not giving up. So, why fight those feelings? I cared and was disappointed and scared, but I just decided to trust in the fields because, in the end, it didn't matter whether they worked or not. I wasn't giving up.
How do you feel now that you've achieved your dream life?
I've managed to transform my life and self-concept, and along with being incredibly happy, I feel a mix of sadness for everything I endured and pride for how I pushed myself before succeeding. Initially, I thought it would be hypocritical to say I love myself after I changed everything about myself, looks and life, but I realized this is my life, and I'm still the same person, just with desires that now align with my reality. Why would I want to be unhappy in a life that makes no sense to be sad in? I don't believe anyone deserves or doesn't deserve anything. Do what you want, pursue inner work if you wish, or just manifest your desires. Personally, I didn't feel the need to do the inner work after manifesting my dream life, but I know some people do, and that's beautiful too. Life is just beautiful.
How to mend your relationship with the void?
The only advice I can offer from my experience is to acknowledge that you're not giving up on it. It reminds me of toxic relationships where despite infidelity, they say, "I know where home is." Unlike those misguided people, the void genuinely serves its purpose and supports you. It already knows its home is with you, whether you realize it or not, and that's all that matters.
How did you exit the void state ?
Exiting the void was a simple experience for me. I simply took a deep, calming breath and set a clear intention to leave. The sensation that followed was like tunnel vision, where everything around me seemed to narrow and focus. This was followed by a profound sense of detachment from any sense of self, almost like becoming weightless or losing a sense of individual identity. When I finally opened my eyes, I found myself in a completely new room, confirming that I had successfully transitioned out of the void and back to reality with everything on my life
Did everything you wanted come true?
Oh, absolutelyâand then some! I ended up getting things I didn't even know I wanted. The way I look now is even better than my Pinterest boards ever dreamed of. Like, I had this idea for how I wanted my room to look, trying to mash together different vibes and aesthetics, and it turned out way better than I could have pictured. I was stuck between wanting a curvy figure and that sleek Bella Hadid look, but somehow I got the best of both worlds, which is exactly what I was hoping for.
I wasnât even thinking about changing my eye color, but it happened, and I absolutely love it. I thought I'd revise old friends, but instead, I found new, amazing people who fit into my life perfectly. Now that Iâve got a better sense of self, I see this is exactly what I really wanted deep down. Everything just fell into place so perfectly, and it feels like I've finally got a handle on what I truly wanted all along.
Can you manifest things for other people?
Well, yeah, but itâs kind of like it's really just about yourself in a way. I mean, there have been times when I managed to manifest things for my brother, but oddly enough, I struggled to do the same for myself. It's weird, right? I don't fully understand how manifestation works in every detail. I just kind of go with the flow and assume it works the way I want it to. If I can pull off all these manifestations, then why not just trust that I can manifest whatever I want, however I want it? That's the mindset I've adopted, and it seems to work for me.
What's it like being a master shifter?
It's like waking up and remembering who you truly are, and almost laughing at all the suffering you experienced. When you think about it, you might have lowkey created that suffering yourself, which is kind of sadistic, but instead of holding onto any negative emotions about the journey, I just appreciate my life more. Itâs a mix of joy and bliss. I still remember my old life, sure, but somehow, this new reality feels just right. It's like destiny exists, and Iâve finally found mine.
This concludes everything for me, and Iâve decided I won't be continuing my blog any longer. I've shared a lot of helpful insights in the past, but I won't be actively posting from now on. Thank you all for the love and support. Iâve reached a point where I no longer have a reason to continue here, and soon, you won't either. Goodbye and take care!
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Velvette x female model reader smut
âGood Job Doll~â
A/n: damn yall like these writing huh? Well I ainât stopping you lol! I hope this was alright!
(Requested by: egg boi on AO3)
Warning: mean/soft velvette, bottom reader, fingering, rough sex, voice kink, hair tugging(light), cussing, touching bodies sexually without permission, praise kink, soft sex, eating someone out, gay sex
You were a model for velvette. Just a girl trying to make some cash, well you thought. It turns out your velvettes âfavoriteâ model. Sheâs always making excuses and firing her other models so your her main focus. At first you honestly thought it was just a friendship thing, but you slowly started to realize it wasnât, it was moreâŚ.sexual.
It started off with simple touches and praises, playing with your hair or touching your curves playfully, then it got more demanding. And her words sounded more sexual and suggestive. You didnât mind it though, you kinda enjoyed the attention from the young overlord, she never failed to make you blush.
One day she came into the dressing room with you and handed you an outfit. âTry this on please darling, I need to see how absolutely stunning youâll look in it.â She flirted lightly. She handed you a short dress that had her signature colors.
âYes maâam.â You obey your boss. You strip off your clothes, getting undressed in front of her was normal for all the models. Velvette was scanning and looking at every inch of your body secretly as you put the short dress on.
She walked over to you and smirked. âOh it looks gorgeous! We have to take a pictureâ she said and pulled out her phone for a selfie, wrapping her arm around your waist tightly, making you blush. She takes the picture and giggled a little. âOh you look so adorable in this picture!â
âThank you..â you say sheepishly. She seemed to notice your nervousness and smirked.
âOh come now dear, your gorgeous. In fact. I can show you how gorgeous you truly are~â she said seductively as she traced your breasts. You couldnât help but blush, even if this was normal. Before you could speak up she grabbed your hips and forced you onto the vanity.
âWhat are you doing?â You ask Velvette, blushing intensely.
âGiving you an award for your hard work dear~â she said seductively, her accent felt so nice to hear with that tone..you didnât try to get away or anything..you stayed there, you couldnât help but admit you wanted it..and velvette noticed.
âOh? Youâre a good girl arenât you? Allowing your hot, stunning boss to award you~?â Velvette smirked and started to grope your breast, causing you to let out a soft gasp in pleasure. âThere we go..â Velvette smirked, and didnât hold back. She started to kiss you hungrily, sheâs been waiting for this moment for so long, and she finally had you at her mercy.
You moan and kiss back, carefully caressing her face as she did so. Velvetteâs tongue forcefully entered your mouth and you moaned and closed your eyes, your tongues swirling and intertwining together. She pulled away, strands of saliva connecting your lips, and looked at your body more.
You pant at the kiss, trying to catch your breath but she started to kiss you again more tough, causing you to tug and keep a tight grasp on her hair and whimper. She chuckled lightly at the whimper, loving the soft noises you made.
She moved fast, pushing you all the way up to the vanity mirror with how much force she was using to kiss you, eventually open mouth kissing, your tongues still mixing together. She finally pulled away, allowing you to catch your breath, but not for long. She immediately got on her knees and put her head under the dress she made you put on earlier. You blush and spoke up. âU-uh what are you doing..?â
âOh donât worry dear..Iâm just treating you with your reward..it wonât hurt..that much.â She looked up at you one last time and then went back under your dress..pulling your panties off. You blush out of embarrassment and arousal, as Velvette chuckles at your already fully aroused pussy. âOh such a good girl..so ready for meâŚâ
She kissed your thighs and trialed up them to your throbbing and needy cunt, you let out a whiny and needy moan, hands threatening to grasp her hair again. âPlease Velvette..â. You beg.
âCall me maâam.â She demanded before she could continue, she wanted you to still call her maâam, it did make her feel more in control.
âPlease maâam..please..â you beg again, leaning your head against the vanityâs mirror.
âPlease what?â She looked up from under the dress, smirking, she lived playing with you..she found it amusing.
âPlease let me cum..pleaseâ you begged whiningly. That was enough to satisfy Velvette, as she planted her skilled mouth onto your wet and ready pussy. You let out a gasp and arch your back and hips off the vanity, hands clinging onto the vanityâs edge, you moan and forced your hips into her face more.
She moaned against your pussy, tasting your sweet nectar, it sent vibrations through you that made you shiver and moan. She used one of her hands to push your legs apart more, and the other was teasing your soaked entrance. You were left begging and pleading for her to enter you.
You gasp as she thrusted three fingers in at first into your tight little pussy. She was desperate. She has been wanting to do this for a long time to you. She thrusted in and out more roughly, but not enough to cause severe pain. You let out quiet cryâs and yelps, your eyes rolling back as she found your g-spot and hit it repeatedly with her skilled fingers. âIn so closeâŚâ you whispered and panted softly.
âThatâs it..be a good girl and cum for me..â veovette said, thrusting her fingers rougher and rougher. You let out a longer cry as you cum onto her fingers. She quickly licked the white liquid off of herself, and then placed her mouth on your entrance, milking out every last drop of cum. You pant. Your body quivering out of ecstasy. You opened your cloudy eyes and looked down at her. She stands up and licks her slightly cum covered face, then smirked back at you.
âGood job, doll~â
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Darling, i'm sorry..
After a fight, they need to make things right with you.
Hyung line, Maknae line
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Bang Chan
Heâs always been someone who takes his responsibilities incredibly seriously, to the point where it consumes him. Every task, big or small, is something he approaches with a sense of duty and focus, leaving no room for jokes or lightness. This intense pressure is something heâs put on himself for years, striving for perfection in everything he does. But sometimes, that pressure builds up too much, and it overwhelms him. That day, everything seemed to come crashing down at once. Feeling stressed and frustrated, he lashed out, snapping at you to shut up and stop bothering him, even though you weren't the source of his stress. The moment he saw your face changeâyour smile gone and the hurt in your eyes as you quietly walked awayâhe immediately realized he had made a mistake. Guilt washed over him the second he saw you turn, knowing he had taken his stress out on the wrong person. But by then, the damage was done, and there was nothing he could do to take back those words.
Later that same day, the weight of his actions gnawed at him, and he couldnât shake the guilt that had been eating away at him since the moment you walked away. He knew he had to make things right, so he rushed to your house, heart pounding with anxiety and regret. When he arrived and saw you sitting on your bed, quietly sobbing, his heart sank. The sight of you in pain because of him, knowing he had caused it, made his chest ache. He had been too harsh, too scary in his anger, and now, seeing the aftermath of that moment, it hurt him even more. He approached slowly, his usual confidence replaced with hesitation. Gently, he sat down beside you on the bed, the mattress shifting slightly under his weight. His hand reached out, trembling just a bit, and he softly stroked your head, his fingers brushing through your hair as if trying to comfort you with just a touch. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice low and filled with genuine remorse. There was a gentleness to his tone, something tender and caring, all the things he shouldâve shown earlier but hadnât.
"I shouldnât have shooed you away like that," he continued, the regret evident in every word. His hand moved to yours, fingers wrapping around it, holding it tightly as if he was afraid to let go. After a moment of silence, he couldnât bear the distance between you anymore, and he pulled you into his arms, holding you close in a warm, protective hug. His embrace was firm but full of love, as if trying to shield you from the pain he had caused. "I wonât do that again," he murmured into your hair, his voice soft but sincere. "I love you, you know that, right?" There was an almost pleading tone in his voice, as if he needed you to believe him, to forgive him. Holding you close, he silently promised himself to never let his anger hurt you like that again, vowing to do better, to be better, because he couldnât stand the thought of ever making you cry like that again. After that day, he made sure to give you his full attention, always making time to show his love. He pampered you with affectionâcuddling, whispering sweet things, and holding you close. Through every hug and kiss, he let you know how sorry he was and how much he loved you, making sure you always felt cherished.
Minho
That day, Minho had been feeling unusually sensitive, weighed down by a lot of things running through his mind. He was overwhelmed, and in his frustration, he pushed you away. His expression was intense, his eyes almost scary as he shut himself off from you. Hurt by his actions, you turned and walked away, the beginnings of tears welling up in your eyes. In that moment, Minho thought he needed space, time to be alone and sort out everything going on in his head. But as the minutes passed, he began to realize that being away from you only made him feel emptier. Slowly, the walls he'd put up started to crumble, and despite still clinging to a bit of his pride, he knew deep down that he needed to be close to you. His heart ached, missing your presence, your warmth. Without fully realizing it, his feet carried him in your direction. Even though he was still caught up in his own stubbornness, he couldnât ignore the pull toward youâthe longing to hold you, to feel you near once more.
Once Minho stepped inside your place, he knew exactly what to expect. The silent treatment wasnât a surpriseâhe deserved it. Without a word, he made his way straight to the kitchen, moving quietly as he began to prepare your favorite meal his mind was racing as he cooked, trying to find the right words, maybe because he's not someone whoâs very vocal about his feelings.. Cooking was one of the few ways he knew how to show his apology without speaking too soon. Once the food was ready, he carefully carried it to the bedroom, where you were sitting quietly his eyes instantly soften the moment he sees you standing there. He placed the dish in front of you, the aroma filling the room. There was a heavy silence as his eyes stayed on you, trying to read your mood, to figure out the right moment to say something. Finally, his voice broke the stillness, soft and almost hesitant. "I'm sorry," he began, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I know I shouldn't have treated you like that." As he spoke, his hand gently found its way to your cheek, his thumb softly brushing against your skin. "Eat, it's still warm," he urged, his words tender but filled with care. Leaning in, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, a small gesture meant to convey his regret and affection. He watched as you began to eat the food he had prepared, giving you space but not leaving your side. Minho knew that making up after a fight would take timeâhe wasnât rushing it. He was the type who needed time to process things too, so he understood the need for patience. But that day, even in the quiet, his actions spoke volumes. With every small gesture, he showed you that, despite the conflict, his love for you hadnât wavered. It was in the way he cooked your favorite meal, in the soft kiss, and in the way he stayed close, reminding you that his feelings ran deep, even without words.
Changbin
Changbin might usually be soft and gentle when he's around you, but there are times when the pressure of peopleâs judgments becomes too much for him. During these moments, he feels overwhelmed by the weight of their opinions, which makes him more sensitive than usual. He withdraws into himself, rarely smiling or showing his usual warmth. If you try to lighten the mood or play around with him when he's feeling this way, it can quickly escalate into an argument. In his frustration and emotional vulnerability, he reacts defensively, saying things he shouldnâtâhurtful words that don't reflect his true feelings but are more about his own internal struggles. However, as soon as he sees the hurt in your eyes or notices that youâre upset by his outburst, the realization of his mistake hits him hard. The guilt sets in almost immediately, and he becomes painfully aware that he was wrongâvery wrong. His anger fades quickly, replaced by a deep sense of regret, knowing that he let his emotions get the best of him and hurt someone who means so much to him.
Changbin moves a step closer to you, the fury that had once dominated his features fading away, replaced by a complex blend of guilt and the familiar softness that always fills his gaze when he looks at you. His once rigid posture relaxes, and his eyes, usually so fierce, now shimmer with a vulnerability that catches you off guard. The love that had seemed lost in his earlier anger reappears, and you can feel the weight of his emotions pouring out of him as he reaches for you. Without hesitation, he pulls you into his strong arms, holding you so tightly as if afraid to let go, as if his touch alone could mend the invisible rift between you. His body, firm and solid, presses against yours, providing warmth and comfort that you've always found in his embrace. You can feel his breath hot against your skin as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply, inhaling the scent of you as though itâs a balm to his troubled soul. "I'm sorry, love," he whispers, his voice heavy with remorse.
"I'm so, so sorry." His words are muffled, but you can hear the pain and regret in every syllable. "I must be out of my mind," he continues, his arms tightening around you as though he's terrified you might slip away. "Things got so overwhelming... I'm stressed out, and I let it get the better of me. Please... don't be mad at me." You feel the sincerity in his words as his hands run gently up and down your back, offering both an apology and a plea for forgiveness in the way he holds you. He leans back just enough to gaze into your eyes, his own filled with emotionâno longer clouded by frustration, but by love, guilt, and an earnest desire to make things right. His forehead presses gently against yours, his breath mingling with yours as he softly murmurs, "I love you. So much. More than anything." His lips press against your forehead in a tender kiss, lingering there for a few moments longer than usual, as though the simple gesture could erase the tension that had built between you both.
Hyunjin
Hyunjin is the type of person who deeply connects his emotions to everything he does and everyone he interacts with. This emotional depth often leads to moments where misunderstandings or disagreements occur between the two of you. During these times, itâs not uncommon for him to respond in a way that might seem cold or distant. He might give you a sharp glare, or show frustration in some other way, and then leave abruptly. Even though itâs not the right way to handle things, he tends to walk away instead of talking about it in the moment. After this, thereâs usually a stretch of silence between you both. You might not see or speak to each other for a few days. This time apart is important for Hyunjin, as he uses it to reflect and think things through. He needs space to process his emotions, but as the days pass, he slowly starts to realize that the argument or disagreement was something small or trivial. He begins to understand that it wasnât worth the silent treatment, and that the two of you could have discussed it calmly from the start, without letting it spiral into a fight or turning to shouting.
Ultimately, he comes to see that open communication is the better path, and that resolving things doesnât need to involve so much emotional distance. He spent hours at his easel, lost in thought, as his brush moved gently across the canvas. Each stroke seemed to carry the weight of his emotions, and slowly, a beautiful painting of the two of you began to take formâyour silhouettes intertwined, bathed in soft light. His mind was filled with thoughts of you, of how beautiful you are, especially when you're around him. In that moment, he realized he needed to make things right. He was trying to express everything he couldn't say in words, letting his heart pour out through the art. When the time was right, when he finally gathered the courage, he came to you. In one hand, he held the paintingâhis feelings laid bare in each color, each line. In the other hand, a bouquet of beautiful flowers, carefully chosen to match the tenderness he felt for you.
He stood before you, his eyes filled with emotion, and without a word, he set the things aside and stepped closer, his eyes holding that soft look he always reserves just for you he pulled you close, cupping your face gently in his hands. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice soft but filled with sincerity as he gazed deeply into your eyes. "I shouldn't have said those things to you. I didn't mean any of it." Then, wrapping his arms around you, he held you close, ensuring that you could feel his warmth and the steady beat of his heart. His embrace was full of love and quiet apologies, a silent promise that he was ready to make things right. "I love you," he murmured, his voice trembling slightly. "Really, I do. Please donât be mad anymore. I'll make it up to us, I swear." He lingered in the embrace, not wanting to let go, as if you might slip away, even though you wouldnât. In that moment, he made sure you knew just how deep and strong his love truly is.
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â§.* CHAPTER 5 || The Date
[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ⤠A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?
[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ⤠language & heavy sexual tension. You might feel edged by the end of this chapter. !!Geto is a complete pervert btw!!
[ { WORD COUNT } ] ⤠3.5k
[ { PAIRINGS } ] ⤠jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.
[ [ chapters mlist } ]
ââINSIDE THE LAVISH RESTAURANT that Geto Suguru assures you isn't as expensive as it seems, the two of you are escorted to an awfully private booth.
It's off in the corner, away from everyone else within the restaurant as specifically requested by your date. Your surroundings are dimly lit, with a romantic ambiance that sets the perfect mood for the evening.
Geto pulls your chair out for you and you sit, briefly thanking him for the small gesture as you do so. For a second, as he pushes your chair in and makes his way to the other side of the table, you wonder if you'll have to go on dates like this with the other men you meet. If Geto is considered medium difficulty according to Gojo, what'll happen when you reach someone who's at a higher difficulty level?
Will you have to win a fraction of their heart to sleep with them? Will you have to date them? Shit, you don't want to toy with anyone's emotions. You really hope you'll be able to pull this all off.
Lost in your thoughts, you don't notice Geto's eyes all over you. He's thinking too, wondering how he should go about messing with you. The man is just as amused as Gojo was with the little challenge you've been given.
Geto wonders if he should drag this out. Maybe a few days, y'know, force you to get to know him more and more. Problem is, even as he looks at you now, he knows damn well that's not going to happen. He wonders if you even realize the effect you have on others without doing anything.
When you first entered the restaurant, Geto noticed that the host had his eyes all over you. The man has been gawking at you as you and Geto were led off to your table but you didn't notice.
A little smirk plays on Geto's lips as he admires you. You're now pretending to look over the menu but he can tell you're still panicking from his earlier words. His eyes dip down to the exposed areas of your skin and he scoffs. If you were his girlfriend, the two of you wouldn't have even made it to the elevator.
Surly he would've turned you right back around and had his way with you without a care in the world for reservations. The male's focus goes to your lips, studying the slight pout you make while you think every now and then.
Like earlier, his mind drifts into places they shouldn't. Your lips look so soft, so delicate, so... kissable. He wonders how the inside of your mouth feels.
How good are you with your tongue? Fuck, the thought alone makes his hips lift as he shifts around in his seat. He needs to stop thinking about you like this. He needs a distraction so he tries to look down at the menu on the table in front of him.
That doesn't work either. Geto isn't craving anything on this damn menu. The very thing he wants to feast on is sitting across the table from him. His eyes flick up to you and instead of looking at your face, he looks at your cleavage-- mentally cursing at himself for his perverted thoughts and glances.
God, even looking at you is torture.
"Suguru," You suddenly call out.
The man flinches at the sound of his name and frantically redirects his gaze upward. "Hm?" He hums in response.
"Y'know I can feel you staring at me, right?" You say to him teasingly.
Truth be told, you've been calming yourself this whole time. Gojo told you Geto was of medium difficulty and if you're interpreting this correctly then, that means you've already got the man attracted to you, all that's left for you to do is to get him to warm up to you. You have to attempt to treat Geto like you know he's going to sleep with you because-- well, you do know.
With the way he was touching you, talking to you, and looking at you now, you could tell you had this in the bag. It just took a few minutes of you gathering yourself before you worked up the confidence to say something to him.
"So?" Geto asks, feeling tense to the way you've noticed his ogling.
You flip the menu up so that his view is obstructed, "So, it's rude to stare. Especially at my tits... pervert." You reply, though, you're words were harmless and he could tell you were teasing him.
Geto suddenly choked on air, "What'd you just call me?"
"A perv." You say cooly.
Due to the menu held up between the two of you, neither of you saw each other's expressions. You've got a cheeky grin on your face, thinking you've managed to fluster him while a slow smirk spreads across Geto's lips.
"A perv?" He repeats, followed by a cocky scoff. Geto's mouth moves on its own and he doesn't even know what came over him as he speaks.
"Darling, if I was a pervert I would've had you in this restaurant with no panties on while explaining the eight different positions I've fantasized fucking you in." He blurts out in a shockingly low tone before leaning over the table a little, "I'd have you on your knees begging for me to touch you right now."
Heat rushes to both your face and in between your legs, causing you to rub your thighs together slightly. Your grip on the menu slips a little but you try to keep your composure.
Dropping your voice to a whisper, you drop the item in your hand and meet the man's all-too-serious gaze. You mimic his motions and lean forward a bit too, "You do realize we're in public... right? Anyone could've heard you just now..."
Geto flashes you a sexy smile, "Keep teasin' me and everyone will hear you moaning my name in a second."
You scoff, waves of confidence shooting through you out of nowhere. "Yeah? What're you gonna do, fuck me over the table?" You whisper-shout to him.
"I might." He hums.
The look in your eyes is full of disbelief. "You wouldn't."
"I would, actually."
"Do it then." You utter challengingly, knowing damn well he doesn't have the balls to actually-
He chuckles deeply, leaning back in his chair and parting his thighs. You notice him shift in his seat, hips once again raising as he moves. "Come bend over in front of me and see what happens." Geto challenges back.
The sexual tension between you and him is at a ridiculous all-time high. You stare at him and he stares back at you.
After a few seconds, Geto clicks his tongue and tips his head to the side, "Well?"
You roll your eyes at him and sit back in your seat, "Never mind."
"That's what the hell I thought." He says confidently, "You'll never be able to win that kinda' contest against me, sweets. I'm a man of my word."
"Seeing as I'm not getting fucked over this table right now, I'm pretty sure that was all just a bluff." You reply. You're still not sure where all this confidence of yours is coming from but the man across the table from you is dangerously attracted to it so, you're trying to drag this out.
"I told you to bend over, you told me never mind." He shrugs.
"Maybe I wanted you to bend me over." You say with emphasis in your voice.
He stares blankly for a minute. Then he laughs, "You... You think I won't do it."
"No, I know you won't-"
Geto pushes his chair back and stands to his feet.
You're throat immediately runs dry. Is it too late to say that maybe you should've shut up a while ago...?
He walks around the table to you and suddenly pulls your chair out. "Y-You're not seriously gonna-"
"Stand up." Geto cuts off.
You peer up at the man, eyes full of worry. Slowly, you raise to your feet and your face comes close with his. Quickly glancing past him, you spot the waitress for your table helping a group of people not too far away. You're pretty sure she's gonna head this way once she's done so your mouth opens to back out of whatever Geto's about to do.
"Suguru, I-"
"Aht aht, none of that. You shouldn't have started this." He interrupts. Geto then moves a hand behind you and your heart sinks to your toes. Again, the table you're at is quite secluded so the only thing others would be able to see currently is Geto standing in front of you.
You flinch when he suddenly grabs a handful of your ass, your eyes frantically switching back and forth between him and the waitress who's set to approach the two of you any minute now. Geto pulls your body up against his and your hands rest on his chest due to the aggressive tug of your body.
You don't even know what to say at first as you feel the male hike up the back of your dress and slip your underwear down off you. "A-Are you fucking crazy?" You whisper shout to him with furrowed brows.
"You're about to find out." He hums simply.
Your undergarment now pools around your ankle and Geto is quick to drop down and work them completely off you. You shift around to pull your dress down, making sure you don't look crazy. The pounding of your heart was so loud that you could feel it in your ears and you're confused and thankful that no one has or can witness what just happened.
Looking up at you, Geto smiles as he wraps his fingers around the fabric in his hands. Then, he shoves the item into his pocket and stands back up. "You can sit now, I don't plan on giving everyone here a show just yet."
You grit your teeth. You're so embarrassed that you don't think you can move. Did you really just let him do that to you? Why? Because it was kinda thrilling and you wanted to see how far he'd really go? Maybe...
"Yet?" You repeat as you finally sit down, feeling exposed for a second before you cross your legs.
Geto casually walks back to his seat and sits as though nothing happened. "I meant what I said."
This time you don't argue with him-- you truly don't know what he'll do next.
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With perfect timing, the waitress approaches your table and takes your orders. You took a second to even remember what the hell you had your eyes on but you figured it out after relooking over the menu. Your heart is still throbbing against your chest and you still can believe no one saw anything that just happened.
You know the table is pretty secluded but you expected someone to see something. Geto knew what he was doing though. Hell, he's all innocent and smiling all lovey-dovey-like at you as the two of you place your orders.
The second the woman had gone off to get your food, you and Geto met eyes.
"So, tell me something... If not for this date, what was your plan for me?" The man asks, breaking the silence.
You glance off to the side. "I didn't have one. I was just gonna meet you and figure things out as I go."
He chuckles, "And how'd that end up working out for ya'?"
"Well, given the fact that I'm sitting in a restaurant with no underwear on," You send him a glare with a fake smile, "Wonderful." You say with sarcasm.
He moves to reach for the item in question, soon pulling it out of his pocket and holding it up so that only you can see it. "Want em' back?" Geto asks tauntingly.
You send him a scowl, one he finds ridiculously sexy. Pissing you off is kinda fun. The fabric in his hand is shifted around a bit and he begins to inspect the item, the sight bringing a deep blush to your face and a rush of embarrassment over you.
"Fucking pervert." You curse, this time genuinely bothered.
A lazy smile spread across Geto's overly attractive face, "I can show you something perverted..."
You're glare at him continues. "Is this how you planned on spending the entire night? By taunting and teasing me?" You ask genuinely.
Geto scoffs at your words, "I'm pretty sure you started this, baby."
"I..." Damn, he's got you there. You did start this sexual flirting vibe with him.
But what else were you supposed to do? Your goal is to fuck him.
"Don't be mad that you can't handle my actions or the words that come out of my mouth." He continues while mocking you with a chuckle. He just finds you oh so amusing.
"Well, I wasn't expecting you to be such a perv..." You murmur.
"Satoru didn't tell you that part, huh?"
"No. No he did not." You say, annoyed with the man who really is to blame for all this.
Geto leans forward and rests his elbows on the table, moving to hold your undergarment with one finger and dangling it in front of his face. "I can only imagine how embarrassed you must feel right now." Actually, he could see it.
He's watching the way your eyes widen at him displaying your underwear so openly, the way you look around the area to see if anyone knows what he's doing, and the way you're clearly panicking.
"Can you just put them away already... Taunting me with that is just... weird." You tell the man.
"Yeah? What if I told you what I wanted to do with them?" He asks in return.
Your curiosity piqued and you raised a brow. "What you want to do with them...?" You repeat as you grow confused.
"I wanna wrap em' around my cock. Y'know use it to jerk off." Geto says so casually that you grow awfully concerned if he has any sense of care for being in public.
"You... can get off on that kinda thing?" You question blindly.
He shuts his eyes and inhales a deep breath, "Fuck yes."
"...I'm not one to kink shame but... why is that pleasurable? It's just my underwear...."
He laughs at your cluelessness before finally putting the item away. "The fact that it was pressed against that wet cunt of yours for hours makes my dick throb," Geto utters both filthyly and shamelessly.
Your thighs rub together a bit and a strange wave of arousal thrums through you. "O-Oh..." You chirp.
"I told you, don't be mad that you can't handle what comes out my mouth." He sighs.
You put your hands over your face and sigh, "You're worse than Satoru," You whisper to yourself.
That makes Geto laugh again, "Am I?"
"Yes." You sigh dramatically.
Though, you're not sure if that's true. After all, Gojo did jerk off right in front of you with no shame whatsoever...
"Would you believe me if I said that everything I've said so far is only to tease you?" Geto questions.
You blink. "Meaning...?"
"The real thing will be much worse."
You feel intrigued so you lean in, "How so?"
He smirks, he's got you exactly where he wants you. "I could make you cum without even laying a finger on you," Geto informs you, cockiness embedded into his tone.
You scoff and fold your arms at him, "Why don't you put your money where your mouth is and prove it?"
"Right now?" He hums with a tilt of his head.
A gulp is heard from you. "N-Not now, idiot. We're still in public."
"I feel like by now you should know, I don't care if we're in public. That won't stop me from doing or saying anything." Geto says.
"So you're into voyeurism?" You ask in a monotone.
He scoffs, "Exhibitionism is the word you're looking for but yes, that too. Isn't it obvious?"
"Slut."
Geto snickers, "I'm into that too, gorgeous."
"You like being degraded?"
"I don't mind it." He admits with a shrug. "I have a long list of kinks that I'm not sure you want to get into right now."
"Maybe I do." You hum.
Why are you still testing this man? You don't know. Maybe you like his reactions. Maybe something about his responses gives you this churn in your stomach. Maybe you want to keep pushing his buttons until you can't anymore...
Geto leans back and looks up at the ceiling, "Why does this woman continue to tempt me?" He asks as if he's speaking to some higher power. Looking back down to you, "I'd rather show you my kinks. Explaining is boring." He says.
You respond with a nod and after what feels like an eternity, the waitress is spotted approaching your table with your orders in hand.
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After the food, things got worse.
Like, much worse than you could've imagined.
You know Geto said he was a man of his word but fuck is he insane. He was not, in fact, lying when he said he could make you cum without touching you.
He proves that later on in the night, long after the date is over and you've made it back to his apartment.
Geto Suguru has a filthy mouth. He'd break down in innate detail on how exactly he plans on fucking you before actually doing it, leaving your brain all mushy at the imagination alone.
But of course, this was only possible because of the things that led up to it.
After the two of you ate, getting from the dinner table and to an Uber was no easy feat. Especially not with Geto in your ear explaining his fantasies to you.
He told you how he thought about renting out the restaurant for the night just to lay you out on the table and dive nose-deep into your pussy-- not a single word filtered. Geto said into your ear that part of him wanted you bouncing on his cock right there at the table. He wanted people to hear and see the mess he'd make of you.
"God the things I wanna do to you," He uttered desperately into your ear.
By now, you were both back in a vehicle, this time on your way home with him.
Geto smiles against the crown of your ear, "Even right now, if not for the diver, you'd be on my cock right now."
His voice is so low, so seductive, ensuring that only you hear him. You're constantly rubbing your thighs together, still lacking underwear to catch the liquids of arousal seeping from your cunt.
Geto suddenly places a hand high up on your thigh, "Spread your legs f'me, really quickly."
You let out a breath of air you weren't aware you'd been holding. "W-Why...?"
"Wanna' check something." He murmurs. You slowly part your thighs and Geto moves to swat two of his thick fingers against your sex. "Mmmh... you're wet..." He whispers as if he isn't aware of the effect his words have on you.
Your legs shut around his hand and Geto drops his head to your shoulder with a chuckle. "What happened to all those little comebacks of yours?" He questions.
"I ran out," You say snarkily.
"Good." Geto hums, raising his hand from in between your legs.
He then grabs a light hold of your face and forces you to look at him. "Cause' if you didn't," The man moves two fingers to your lips and slips them into your mouth. "I'd have to shut you up eventually." He whispers softly.
Your brows furrow at the feeling of his fingers pushing into your mouth but almost reflexively, you suck on his digits gently. The bulge that's been straining against the fabric of Geto's pants for a while now, throbs at the sight and feeling of you.
His cock is just leaking with precum right now, leaving an embarrassing wet spot on his boxers. So badly does he want to get home as quickly as possible and fuck the hell out of you. Your constant words and challenges have had the man erect for a while now.
Hell, maybe he was turned on from the second he laid eyes on you.
He presses down on the back of your tongue and you choke a little-- not that you try to stop his actions at all, leading to him biting his lip. "Satoru told me about you but damn, you really are a slut." Geto purrs.
You hum around his skin but don't stop your sucking motions, leading the man to let a groan leave his lips before finally pulling his hand from you. He couldn't take it anymore. Geto was seconds, literal seconds away from flipping you over and having his way with you.
Luckily for both of you, the driver finally arrived at the apartment and neither of you would have to wait much longer.
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GETO SUGURUÂ â
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Fluff, domestic cuteness, more fluff, I know itâs not everyoneâs thing but pleaseee hear me out; just imagine beeeefy paramedic Bucky taking care of you when youâre in labor. Youâre ex decided to leave halfway, realizing he wasnât ready to be a father when you were already midway through your pregnancy, not that he was much help in the first place. You managed all on your own, ready to bring your little baby into the world all by yourself which is exactly how you ended up in this situation.
You were so close to your due date, ready to pop at any moment but your cravings for a donut didn't cease so you waddled down to the corner coffee shop in hopes of getting something with double chocolate.
Everything was fine until another customer bumped into you, sending you tumbling to the floor. A sudden sharp searin pain began to radiate through the lower half of your belly making you cry out in pain and it didn't take long for a crowd to form, the number of shouting voices and concerned faces adding to your growing anxiety. Al elderly woman held you hand while you tried to hold back tears; you couldn't get up, still laying on the floor when the faint sound of an ambulance grew louder.
A firm voice cleared the path, 2 large men walking towards you, ushering the crowd away from you first. The one with brunette hair crouches over to you, giving you a comforting smile before asking you a few quick basic questions, all while neatly looking over you for any signs of a major injury.
âUp you go, mamaâ he lifted you up with 0 effort, carrying you carefully in his thick arms, laying you down gently onto the stretcher. A sudden contraction rips through you causing you to panic more while your on your way to the hospital but he takes your hand in his, giving it a squeeze.
"Hey, its okay, look at me doll, focus on me alright?" He continue to hold your hand while monitoring your heart rate and vitals, timing your contractions since they're happening closer and closer together. "I know it won't make the pain go away but how about I try and distract you, hm? My names James but you can call me Bucky" He threw you a wink while you tried your best to focus on the feel of his hand, calloused palms from lifting, yet soft and warm. You focused on his baby blue eyes and scruffy beard and sweet pink lips that curve into a half smile; no doubt he was a shy charmer.
As soon as the ambulance stops, you're whisked away to the delivery ward, poked and prodded by doctors again. None of this was part of the plan and the pain was getting worse.
"How's she doing" Bucky came by the ward on his break, curious about the sweet thing he helped earlier in the day; surely you had a partner of some sort but he couldn't help himself nonetheless. The doctor directed him to your room, his heart breaking seeing your tear streaked, terrified face.
"Everything alright, mama?" He knew you were scared, hell, he was scared himself just thinking about the situation. He rested his hand on top of yours, careful not to touch anywhere near needles. You'd been at this hospital for 2 hours already and you were still alone without another visitor in sight. "Is uh-anyone-do you want me to call anyone-
You shook your head, biting down on your lip to keep it from trembling, gripping onto him tighter. The pain was becoming unbearable, alerting the doctor and nurse to check on you again.
"She's gonna have to start pushing" You overheard the nurse as she spoke to the doctor, your heartrate racing more. Your panic stricken face wasn't missed by Bucky, still planted in his seat as if he had any business being there. He debated on if you felt comfortable with him there, ready to go or stay, whatever you needed.
"Doll, it's almost time, I can leave-
"Please-please don't go" You shakily cling onto his hand, now frozen in fear when you realize the moment is coming. The baby is almost here and you're alone. There's no one here to support you, no one here to-
"M'not going anywhere, I'm here, you're doin' great" Bucky let you squeeze his hand as tightly as you wanted, coaching you through your breathing while you were prepared to have the baby. "C'mon, push mama, you can do it, almost there"
You were in tears, sweating, crying, and Bucky couldn't help but find you beautiful. Not that he'd say that right then and there but there was something so raw and powerful in that moment, seeing you give yourself to bring in another life. He watched in awe as you fought with your body to push a human out of you.
"One more, just one more and your little one is here, you can do it doll, one last big push" He dabbed your forehead with a cool cloth, comforting you until you let out a final gasp, tiny screams filling the room. You fall back against the bed panting and he still holds your hand, gently rubbing your knuckles while giving you a proud smile.
"You did it, you did amazing mama"
-
After your baby boy is born, you still occasionally visit the hospital for checkups. You can't help the way your cheeks heat up every time you see Bucky, giving him a shy smile, lingering to talk to him longer than necessary every time you see him. You insisted on buying him and the rest of the paramedic crew coffee and donuts for helping you safely deliver your baby boy. Bucky blushes when you give him an extra donuts as a special thank you.
Each time he sees you, he likes you even more but he doesn't want to push his luck. Not when you're probably still trying to figure things out. Initially he's a little unsure, wanting to give you some space. He's also careful not to overstep any boundaries, making sure he's respectful.
Eventually he can't help himself.
He has to ask you out.
And he does.
3 years and a wedding later
You giggle watching your husband and son both press their heads against your swollen belly, whispering secrets to the little one growing inside as if you couldn't see them.
"Daddy, can she hear us?" Daniel asks with wide eyes, his little hands trying to feel the places where his baby sister was kicking.
"She can hear you baby, let her know you're gonna be her big brother" Bucky chuckled while Daniel continued to talk to your belly like he did every night ever since you found out you were pregnant.
"I can't wait to meet you" He hugs your tummy before crawling into Bucky's arms, ready to go to bed. Bucky takes him to his room, laying him down and tucking him in, pressing a kiss to his head before turning off the lights.
"Sleep tight little man"
"Night, daddy"
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Your second pregnancy is nothing like your fist. Bucky is there by your side for every second of it. He takes time off work, cradling your belly so you don't have back pain. He reads up on books to take care of your cravings. He worships your changing body.
"Look at you, Mrs. Barnes" Bucky cooed, loving the way you filled out his Henley, your little belly stretching it while you pouted at him.
"I'm huge Bucky" you whined while he grinned, rubbing your tummy.
"S'cause you're carrying my baby, mama" He kissed your head, his large form scooping you up for some midday cuddles. He holds your close to his chest, excited over his growing family. You smile against his chest, closing your eyes while he rubs your back.
You're so happy you decided you wanted a donut.
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Way too closeâTheodore Nott x reader
Forced proximity
certain things need to he resolvedâŚ
If someone would have told you earlier today, that if you went to tonightâs Slytherin party youâd be stuck in an old closet with the Theodore Nott later on, youâd have never went.
But here you were, stuck beside Theo in an old closet used for storing rags and brooms, which smelled extremely unpleasant. You could practically feel a broom stabbing you in the back, but you didnât want to move because youâd have to get closer to Theo in the process. He was facing you at the moment, but you werenât looking him the eyes, instead you stared at the dusty closet floor.
Itâs not that you absolutely hated Theo, although he hasnât been exactly the nicest to you in the past. He always believed that he was entitled to do whatever he wanted without thinking about the consequences, especially the ones that would be inflicted on other people.
You remembered that a year ago, there was this huge rumor that your boyfriend at that time had made out with another girl. It wasnât true though, and Theo had been the one that spread that lie. You guys broke up anyway, you just werenât meant for each other, but that doesnât take away from the fact that Theo had put a huge dent in your relationship and had made you feel so extremely humiliated.
It was a thing of the past, you moved on, but something about him still made you feel uneasy. And besides, he just had this overall intimidating, dark aura around him, as if heâd start a fight with you any second. Perhaps itâs just the way some people are.
You had originally thought that heâd refuse to spend 7 minutes in heaven with you, when the spinning bottle had landed on you, but to your surprise he was quite alright with it. Maybe not happy, definitely not unhappy though.
âWhat are you thinking aboutâ, he asks you, disrupting the silence that had lasted for a solid minute already, while curiously looking down on you.
âNothing, reallyâ, you reply.
âWell you look like you got a stick up your ass, whatâs with your weird posture?â
Rude. Were you really standing that crookedly, you ask yourself.
âIf you must know, thereâs this broom digging into my backside and I canât stand properly withoutâŚâ, you go silent, hesitating to name him the reason. Why would you, it would only be another six minutes.
âWithout what?â, he further questions you in a demanding tone.
ââŚwithout practically leaning onto youâ Fuck, you said it, and you knew you were blushing so hard right now. Why had you even said that? It was not like it made the awkwardness better. Luckily, darkness surrounded you, masking your intense blushing. What would he say now? You couldnât possibly imagine a response.
âThen I guess I donât want you to be uncomfortable now, do I?â
What the hell was that supposed to mean? Was he being sarcastic? He certainly looked serious.
âWhat are you waiting for, moveâ
You definitely did not know where this was going, but after a bit of hesitation, you decided to do it, since he was so insistent. Although you were still confused on why he was so comfortable with having you lean on him. You think probably because heâs used to having girls all around him.
Moments later, finally lean onto him, pressing your body closely against his. Faces only inches away from touching. The warmth of his body immediately spreads to you, and you feel his breath on your skin. There was this awfully weird tingle going through your entire body.
His intense stare stuns you so much, that you feel your knees going soft for a second. Itâs like you couldnât focus on anything else besides his electric touch, it made you melt. Meanwhile, you also realize youâd never been this close to any guy before, ever. Maybe this wasnât so bad after allâŚ
âBetter?â
âYeah, thanksâ, you dryly reply.
This could be nice, you start to think to yourself. Perhaps you could start some small talk with him, to make the position you were in less full of tension.
âSo-â
âSo, do you wanna make out now?â
WHAT. What the hell, that came out of absolutely nowhere, and your mind starts to spin. Making out with Theodore Nott after just 3 minutes of talking ? Why in the hell would he even suggest that? He must be out of his mind.
He barely knew you, and now he wanted to make out? So many questions were circling your head, but not a single, coherent response left your mouth.
âuhm- wha, what?â, was all that escaped your mouth in a stuttering manner. It was all you could come up with.
âClearly, you are not very experienced with party games, so let me explainâ, he just so nonchalantly says. âSeven minutes of heaven is for making out. And it doesnât hurt when the person youâre stuck with is really hot. So, since youâre more comfortable now, can we make out?â
He really had no sense of shame you thought to yourself.
All that left his mouth so matter of factly, that you barely had time to process what he said. Did he just call you hot? Not that you had much more time to overthink it because his lips smashed against yours already.
He used one hand to hold your waist, to keep you close to him, and the other to grab your head. Every single one of his touches sent electric waves through your body, and the kiss itself was so unexpected, yet so gentle. He knew exactly how to make you feel good, and his lips were so soft and they intertwined with yours in such a magical way. It ignited a growing desire in you, that you also clung onto him tighter, wrapping your arms around his neck. Every aspect of this made you want to get even closer to him, but no.
He canât just do this all of a sudden. You barely know him, besides from the thing he did to you in the past. Plus, this was such an intimate moment, and there was no way you were going to experience it in a dusty closet, so you pull back, as much as you want to continue locking lips with him.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â, you flip the mood around 180 degrees. That may have sounded ruder than youâd expected, which you didnât mean to. But you still had to confront him.
âListen, I know you make out with like 10 girls a week, and this game may be an excuse for you to make out with another one, but I barely know you, and the things that I do know of you arenât exactly niceâ.
There, youâd confronted him, the most intimidating person you know. Seems like you were still pretty hurt by what he did, even if you told yourself it didnât affect you all that much anymore.
âPlaying hard to get huh?â, he raises an eyebrow at you while saying that. âYou know, seconds ago, if I recall correctly, you seemed to enjoy the kiss a lot too. And now you wanna act like I forced myself on you, so whatâs up with that?â
He was right, you did enjoy it too. It wasnât fair to blame him completely. What if you had just shut up and enjoyed the kiss? There was no turning back though at this point.
âYouâre right, I shouldnât just pretend the kiss was all you. But I meant the part about you not being such a nice personâ, you correct yourself.
âNow, whatâs not nice about me?â He asked that in an accusatory tone, but he actually looked genuinely interested.
âDo you not remember what you did to me a few months back?â, you had hoped he would have some sort of memory about that.
âI barely remember what I do during any day, so no. I swear Iâll make it up to you thoughâ, he replied honestly.
âYou spread a rumor about my ex cheating on me, which wasnât true by the way, never apologized, made me feel humiliated for days, and now you want to make out?â When you hear yourself speak those words, it really just made the situation seem even worse.
After not blinking and thinking for a few seconds Theo comes up with something and says âI didnât realize it was that hurtful, but you gotta know do a lot of stupid stuffâ
âI still donât hear an apologyâ, you clap back, âand you doing stupid stuff often isnât an excuse to be a bad person, maybe you should just quit doing stupid stuff.â What came out of Theos mouth was the lamest excuse you have ever heard, and he deserved to be knocked down a peg.
âSo youâre seriously not gonna make out with me?â, he asks, sounding almost annoyed.
You didnât think he could be any more of an asshole than he already was, but here you go. Theo wasnât even worthy of a reply, so you just rolled your eyes.
At this point 7 minutes mustâve already passed you think because there was no way that 7 minutes were this long. You raise your arm to knock on the closet door, to signal to someone to unlock it, but before you could, Theo stops you in your tracks.
âWait, wait, waitâ, he said while holding onto your wrist, âIâm sorry, I know I come off as a jerk right now and most of the time too, but I do like you and want to make it up to you for having hurt you in the past.â
Even though he sounded halfway genuine, you didnât fully believe he was sincerely sorry. He had also just completely changed within seconds. You just wanted to get out now, forget everything that happened, but there was no way of avoiding his gaze, that was scanning you right now for an answer.
âAnd how will you do that?â, you challenge him, to see if he really means it. It would be nice if he did make it up to you after all this time. Better late than never you think. You just didnât want him to play a stupid trick on you instead.
Theo takes some time to think about his answer again. In the end he replied with âIâll take you on a nice date.â He sounded way too cheeky saying that.
âThatâs kind of selfish donât you think, I don't believe a simple date will make it up to meâ, you retorted at his proposal. Not that you wouldnât enjoy it, the amazing kiss was still on your mind. When you thought of it, it made your stomach all fuzzy again. You just wanted him to be genuinely apologetic.
When you looked at him again, he was smiling for some odd reason. He countered with âWell, how do you know that it wonât make it up to you, if you donât even give it a try?â, he did have you there. Perhaps it was his cheeky, yet charming smile, or the kiss, but you saw his point. There was no way of knowing before actually giving him a shot at redeeming himself. Theo continued smiling and he knew that he had somehow convinced you.
To give him a date wouldnât be the end of the world, so whatâs the point of making it more complicated than it is.
He was still patiently waiting for an answer, so at last, you gave him the satisfaction and agreed to a date. It was a huge relief on both of your sides, and you could hopefully finally put the past to rest after the date.
After a bit of more talking and banter, someone finally unlocked the closet doors and apologized for having forgotten all about you. Theo chuckles and flashes a grin at you before saying âDonât be sorry, I thank you.â
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Closest To You
Leah Williamson x Reader
Summary: Leah realizes how much she's in love with you.
Word Count: 562
âcome back now please baby!â leah can hear you chuckle from the bathroom after her whining. she isnât really sure why she feels so needy all of a sudden. youâve both been intimate for hours now, but she still feels like she canât get close enough. sometimes she feels like she wants to melt into you, it makes her feel a bit silly thinking like that.Â
âi'm coming leah, i need to clean you up a bit before we go to sleep, we might wanna change sheets as we-âÂ
âno, no, thereâs no need for that now. tomorrow.â you smile at her reluctance and leah just stares at your face, despite your whole body being on display. sheâs not sure sheâs ever felt like this before.Â
she flinches a bit when you press the cold cloth against her inner thigh, she can hear you mumble a small âsorryâ, but leah can still see a small grin on your face as you focus on cleaning her.Â
leah sighs when she gets used to the feeling of you rubbing the small cold cloth against her inner thighs. she relaxes, but she always does that when you touch nowadays.Â
âdo you feel alright baby?â you ask her and leah feels warm again all of a sudden, the sweat thatâs dried all over her body now feels like its evaporating. she shuts her eyes tiredly even though all she wants is to keep looking at you.Â
âyeah, iâm just sore.â leah can feel your smile grow at her admission even though her eyes are shut, it makes her involuntary blush.Â
âwhyâs that then?â leah opens her eyes and smacks at your hand, she flushes deeper, turning her head in embarrassment at your silly question. but she canât help the sleepy grin that forms on her face.Â
âyou know why.â she says quietly, you take leahâs face in your hands and turn it back to make her look at you. leah just stares at you like she's in a dream, you just smile and peck her lips. â i do know, itâs a secret only between us.â
when leah sees you turn to grab some clothes for you both she protests with a whine. she wants you both to be naked, because thatâs the closest she can get to you. âbaby, no clothes. please.âÂ
âalright, iâm not saying no to that.â leah sees you just plummet into bed and it makes her giggle, sheâs so giddy when you're around. everything you do makes her feel so dizzy.Â
and when she feels you pull her into you, your naked bodies pressed together. your hand automatically landing in her hair, scratching her head. she realizes that sheâs so in love with you.Â
itâs hard to understand how she hasnât come to that conclusion earlier. but the way you're breathing above her, the way the only thing she can smell is you, your heartbeat against her ear. everything just feels right.Â
âi love you.â she just says it, because everything just feels so good, so warm. just so perfect. she feels you shift, your hand lifts from her head. suddenly you're grabbing her whole head and you pull her upwards making her look at you. you look so beautiful is all leah can think about.Â
âi love you too, leah.âÂ
leah has never slept so well in someone elseâs arms before.
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