#bc it said on there the last time saved was right before I sent it to her

[daisywords]

yikes yikes yikes

[keferon]

Ok i said i would do itater, but this was done for my sister who got really hurt and wanted comfort out of my drabble, shout out to you @saltynsassy31 XD

This will probably be very OOC bc again, i am NOT too acquainted with these characters

So apologies in advance, but i think this will still be very entertaining for you :]

So yeah, here's part 2!

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Jazz was tired, they haven't given him much time to rest since he came back. And even if they did, it's not like he could rest anyways, thinking about....about Prowl.

No way he could have just left him, right? After everything....it just didn't feel right, and the way they spoke to him about it too. Call him crazy but something in his gut told him they were hiding something from him. But it just never seemed enough to push him to look into it (oh how he would regret that for the rest of his life)

Today was supposed to be a normal routine check to the new mechas, with new recruits coming in for him to teach.

Jazz was given a new mecha suit, despite his protests to it (which surprised even him honestly, but it just didn't feel right). He hadn't gotten the chance to see it yet, today was the day they would present the new model, though it was said to be in its early stages still.

...

He doesn't know how it happened, how he'd gotten here, but all he knew was that he had seen red. When he gotten to see his new mech suit, it seemed oddly familiar in touch, in fact something about it made him feel sick to his stomach.

Small dents and scarring coated the plating around the panels that opened to the cockpit. He recognised that plating, from crawling on it with his magnets, sleeping on them comfortably despite being made of metal (there was something so warm about it, but that warmth was....lost. He wanted to puke). But what broke the string holding him together, a scar, a scar so familiar it sent him back to the exact moment he witnessed his partner getting it in the first place.

Jazz had weilded that shut himself, they had gotten in a bad scuffle a while back, and with worry he wanted to try and make sure Prowl wouldn't be in too much pain before they could get some proper help.

"Jazz?" Someone called out to him. That was the last thing he remembered.

Now? Now he stood by the halls in which they didn't allow the likes of him inside, the halls in which the scientists worked on. He made a fast dash to the last room, the room one of the scientists told him had the one he was looking for (though he wasn't proud to admit he had perhaps aggressively gotten that answer out of the poor guy). He had a weird unknown blaster weapon with him that he had ripped from the mech suit he was supposed to try out (deep down, he hoped that weapon didn't belong to Prowl. He hoped that he wasn't too late), using that, he blasted the door open hoping that would keep anyone from stopping him from getting inside.

As soon as Jazz layed his eyes on the scene before him; his partner hanging from wires holding him into place, chain keeping him from leaving, mutilated almost beyong recognition save his face, and with a small weak staticked cry from his partner, "Jazz?" the small bit of awarness he had gained back was gone again. All he could do in that moment was to yell, a desperate cry that came from the pits of his lungs.

"GET AWAY FROM MY PARTNER!"

And in another flurry of motions he didn’t have complete control over, he was beating the ever living hell out of the prick who decided it was a good idea to mess with HIS partner! He didn’t even know how long he had been at it until the twisted man he called a boss scratched his face, small bits of blood flowing out. In shock and pain, he grabbed the man by the neck of his shirt and threw him to the otherside of the room. Once he was certain that he wouldn't be getting up again, he turned to face Prowl once more, running and calling out to him as he ran to scoop up his beloved's face, blurting out a mess of an apology.

"I'm so sorry, i shouldn't have brought you here- we, we need to get you out-"

Oh did the guilt eat him up from the inside, he- he shouldn't have brought him here. Prowl probably hated him right now, but the sudden distant bell of an alarm down the halls had him scrambling to his feet to try and make things right.

Suddenly, as adrenaline slowly faded off, he realised how much damage he had actually taken throughout his rampage, a limp on his left leg catching up to him. Stinging pain on his face and limbs, but he needed to keep moving, they weren't safe yet.

"I have to get you to a safe place," he mumbled, mostly to himself, "and- and then maybe call for help. Oh but who could i even go to?" As he spoke, he started to set Prowl's limbs free from it's chains, gods they were so damaged, he could barely look at the missing parts. But as he worked his way through, he let out small sighs of relief to see that at least, he seemed to not be missing some vital parts. He could still maybe make a run for it, if only he could stall the facility long enough-

"You really shouldn't have...."

Jazz turned in shock, Prowl's voice snapping him out of his panicked haze.

"Prowl..." if he wasn’t crying already, now he certainly was. Gods he fucked up badly.

Not having the courage to face the other just yet, he turned back to the chained leg he had been working on. Prowl didn't seem to have wanted an answer either way, sitting up as he watched the organic do his work (Jazz tried to ignore the missing arm).

As he finished getting rid of the chain, he got up again, letting out a hiss of pain from his injuries (which did not go unnoticed by the mech). Clutching his left side as a bleeding cut let out a terrible stinging sensation which he doesn't think he'll ever get used to, he walked over to the final limb stuck under chains. As he walked over, he briefed over the quick plan he thought of

"Look, i- i know you might not trust me right now-" a huff, almost soundling like a disbeliefing chuckle, was heard from the mech, Jazz ignored it. "But there is a place you can go to and hide, hide- hide until maybe i can get help or- or find a way to send you back-"

"You wouldn't make it that far." Prowl spoke, matter of factly, which got a hit under Jazz's skin

"I know that! Which is why you will make a run for it. There's an exit by the other side of this room where you can leave-"

A sudden realisation hit Prowl. Jazz wasn't planning on coming with him.

And the human nodded, seeming to understand that Prowl finally got what he was saying. As he reached the last final screw to Prowl's chains, he finished off what he was trying to say "I'll keep them busy long enough for you to leave," before he could finish, as the final screw was let lose and Prowl was free to move, he felt himself be lift up from the ground and let out a startled yelp. "Wha- HEY!"

It took Jazz being shoved inside Prowl's cockpit for him to realise that he had been picked up by the mech (maybe a possible concussion he thought to himself). Jazz couldn't even try to jump out as, despite it missing the plating to shut him inside, Prowl placed his servo up to close to exit.

Desperately and confused, Jazz called out, "What are you doing?!"

To be entirely honest, Prowl wasn't sure himself, he was just as confused as the human to his actions, usually so full of logic. This one was acted apon pure emotion. Emotion of fear, anxiety, anger but most importantly

Desperation

Because somehow, this stupid human had his spark between his fingers, and he'd be dammed if he let him get himself killed just for him.

This isn't how he would want to say goodbye

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Thanks again, to my sister who pushed me to write this, and also helped out in some parts!

Might have done more if i could, but it's super late rn lol (it's 4am and our mon will kills us for staying up this late).

Again sorry for any OOC moments, but i hope this was to your enjoyment! Maybe i can do a part 3 to this, but idk enough about how things work to do that, so i let anyone be free to mess around with this :]

Oh my... oh fuck I can't. I just keep thinking about Prowl pressing his palm on his chest even when other humans eventually get to him and start shooting. He's a mess, half of his armor is missing he's probably leaving an energon trail behind him. But he knows that while it would take a lot of bullets to take him down, it would take only one lucky bullet to kill Jazz. I'm. AUGh

[moonstruckme]

hey mae! it’s been awhile since i’ve sent an ask but im always reading your work girl! i love how you write tbh. if you’re up to it do you think you could write something with poly marauders, where the reader has trouble eating and making themself eat due to poor appetite. my appetite really does come and go and ever since covid (maybe before) it’s like eating makes me feel revolted. sometimes i just don’t feel like eating bc of other things like depression, adhd, anxiety. i was just wondering if you could write something with the boys helping out the reader with finding out what sounds good, cooking, and eating if possible. sometimes having someone around to talk to and hang out with makes it so much easier to deal -🌶️

Hey Pepper, thank you sm! And thanks for being patient with me <3

cw: lack of appetite, mention of skipping meals

poly!marauders x gn!reader ♡ 1.1k words

The sun’s going down, the last dregs of its light spilling brilliant and golden over the book in your lap, and you can feel your boyfriends starting to get restless. Well, two of them. 

“If we’re missing half the ingredients,” Sirius says, trailing James into the kitchen, “it’s not going to be any good.” 

James only tsks. “Ye of little faith. That’s what improvisation is for.” He starts pulling things down from the cabinet. 

“You’re not even going to glance at the recipe?” 

“I don’t need to. I know the general vibe.” 

“Help!” Sirius calls towards the living room. “He’s gone off the rails. Remus, come fix it.” 

Remus turns around to look over the back of the sofa, his shoulder brushing yours as he does. He’s sitting right up against you despite the couch being empty, not that you mind. Remus is sort of like a cat that wants to be near you but not always to be pet. His touches are often like this, passive gestures like a hand on your head or his thigh pressed against yours. It works for you just fine; you can feel the affection bleeding into you from any point of contact. 

“Don’t you think we should just eat out?” Sirius asks, tilting his head and doing that thing with his eyes that you all pretend doesn’t work on you. 

Impressively, Remus keeps his face impassive. “I’m having leftover brussels sprouts,” he replies, “so it’s not really my concern. Anyway, James has a good history with not following recipes.” 

“Exactly,” James says, grinning at Sirius, who scowls. But then he fixes his gaze on Remus. “So why are you having that, Rem? Have what I’m making.” 

“Because they’re going to go bad, and I’m not hungry enough for a big meal.” The last part is said somewhat quieter, directed towards the living room as he turns back around and picks up his own book. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see James frown, but he glances at Sirius and they seem to collectively decide not to push it. Remus’ appetite isn’t much better than yours. He has his better days, but it’s not uncommon for him not to feel up to what your other boyfriends would consider a whole meal or to eat only chocolate until Sirius hounds him into something more substantial. 

James looks to you hopefully. “You’ll have some, won’t you sweetheart?” 

You wince, hating to let him down, and from the look on James’ face he clocks the guilt in your expression before even you get a chance to say, “I don’t think I’m really up to it tonight, either.” 

James deflates, but he’s clearly trying to put on a brave face. “That’s alright. I think I’ll just save it for another night, then.” 

“I’m sorry,” you say, setting your book facedown on the armrest and turning around to face him more fully. “You could still make it and just put leftovers in the freezer. Maybe I’ll have some tomorrow.” You wince again as soon as you say it. No promises, though.

The smile James gives you is comforting if not totally satisfied. “It’s okay. I’ll just make it another time, it’s not a problem.” 

You return his smile, close-lipped. Sirius is looking at you with narrowed eyes, arms crossed like he’s sizing you up. 

“What are you going to eat?” he asks. 

“Hm?” 

“What are you going to have instead?” You hesitate, and he tilts his head knowingly, a piece of hair slipping from behind his ear to drape over his shoulder. “You need to have something, especially since you didn’t have lunch.” 

From the kitchen, James looks at you. “You didn’t?” 

“I just…don’t feel like it.” It’s a feeble argument even to your own ears, and the look Sirius gives you says that he thinks so, too. 

“You can’t miss two meals,” he says obstinately. “Even Remus is having some brussels sprouts.”

You look to Remus to be offended at the even Remus comment, but he only shrugs. You’re on your own. 

“What sounds good?” he asks you. 

You try not to pout. “Nothing. Everything sounds gross.” 

“C’mon, baby.” Sirius leans against the countertop. “It doesn’t have to be strictly dinner food, yeah? Just anything that sounds like you’d be willing to eat it.” 

You think for a minute. Remus touches the back of his hand to your leg, knuckles soothing over the skin beside your knee. 

“I guess…ice cream sounds okay,” you say hesitantly. “But I know that’s not exactly nutritious…” 

“Would a milkshake be close enough?” James pipes up. 

You shrug. “I guess.” 

He grins. “I can do that for you, lovie. Just gimme a sec.” 

James is a loud cook. You go back to your book while cabinet doors slam and the blender whirs and there's a muffled “oh, shit” as something is undoubtedly dropped on the floor, but a minute later he’s bringing you a glass of something thick and chocolate-y looking. You smile at the added garnish of mint and a straw, reaching for it. 

“Thanks, Jamie.” 

He winks. “Anytime.” 

Remus is the only one courteous enough not to obviously watch while you take a sip, and you feel your eyebrows raise as you look up at James. 

“This is really good,” you say. He practically glows at the praise. “I didn’t even know we had chocolate ice cream.” 

Sirius barks a laugh, and James’ smile widens. 

“What?” you ask. 

“We don’t,” he admits. “Will it ruin your appetite if I tell you it’s not actually ice cream?” 

You shake your head, sucking at the straw. “I’m already drinking it, so.” 

James beams. He really is looking very proud of himself. “It’s a protein shake. A pretty balanced meal, actually.” 

“Oh, nice.” You grin at him, taking another hearty slurp mostly because you know it’ll please him. “It’s perfect, thank you.” 

“Gotta keep our sweetheart fed,” he says, bending down for a kiss. Sirius and Remus’ hums of approval nearly harmonize, and you and James share an elated look while they both do their best to pretend like it didn’t happen. 

“Can I try?” Remus asks, and you tilt the cup towards him in invitation. 

He wraps his lips around your straw, sipping hesitantly. He looks mildly impressed. 

“Could you make me one of those too?” 

From the look on James��� face, he’d be delighted to. “Course, love.” He plants a smacker on Remus’ cheek and nearly knocks Sirius over as he beelines for the kitchen. 

“This is just excellent,” Sirius gripes, but you see the satisfaction in his expression. “Now that you two have blown up his ego, I’ll have to eat something he makes too.” 

“Correct,” James says brightly. “And you should be so lucky.” 

[riddikulusravenclawbelle]

false god

plot - A stolen moment at a party turns into a ticking time bomb when a photo of Rafe and Belle surfaces in the wrong hands.

warnings - angst, curse words, & alcohol

wc - 4.3k

final notes - hi icon!! this is chapter 6 of the ruin me gently series. it took a little longer bc i wanted to get the angst just right :P enjoy!

The air by the dock was thick with the weight of what just happened. But it didn’t feel wrong — not like she thought it would. Her heart hammered louder than the waves crashing beneath the dock. She could feel Rafe’s breath on her cheek, taste the salt in the air, smell the faded cologne still clinging between them.

Belle Maybank had just kissed Rafe Cameron.

And she didn’t feel bad about it.

She didn’t pull away. Neither did he.

For a moment, everything stopped — the world, the noise, even her own doubts — and it was just Rafe and her, for what felt like the first time.She wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come. Her breath caught as she looked up at him, her throat tightened, eyes wide, pulse racing.

Then he smiled — the kind of barely-there smile that sent a wave of heat straight through her.

"You don’t have to go," he whispered, his voice low and almost gentle, the tension from moments before melting into something else entirely.

All the feelings rushed back — guilt heaviest among them. Belle froze, her skin burning under the weight of his words.

She should have stayed, but everything in her screamed to retreat, to pull away before she gave in to whatever this was. "I... I should," she murmured, her voice shaky, but it wasn’t because she didn’t want to. It was because she did.

Her feet moved before her brain could catch up. She stood, taking a shaky step back, the heat of his kiss still burning on her lips.She glanced at him one last time, and for a second, she swore she saw something flicker behind his eyes — the same thing she felt.

Unspoken. Unacknowledged. But there.

"See you around," she whispered, already hating herself for how small her voice sounded. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, but with every step away from him, the ache only grew louder.

Still, she couldn't bring herself to stop. The night was still too young. And something in the way he looked at her — like he was waiting for her to come back — made her want to run straight back into his arms.

But for now, all she could do was walk away — keeping that kiss tucked beneath her ribs, hidden where nobody could see.

And she hated how badly she wanted more.

How delicious Rafe Cameron tasted.

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It had been a few days since Belle had since Rafe–not because she was avoiding him. Because she just hadn’t been on that side of the island. 

The fire crackled low, painting everything in shades of gold and ash at the Boneyard. Around it, the crowd of the party had thinned — pockets of people laughing too loud, someone wrestling over a bottle of tequila near a truck bed.

Belle lingered near the outskirts, tucked between Kiara and Sarah, pretending to listen as they debated something about paddleboards and the next surf trip.

Her thoughts kept drifting, though, and her gaze kept drifting across the flames. 

Rafe.

Standing with the Kooks, beer in hand, laughing at something Topper said. But his eyes were locked on her. The same look he'd given her on the dock.

A familiar heat crawled up Belle’s neck, and before she could stop herself, a small smirk tugged at her mouth.

Rafe’s lips curved, just barely — a private, razor-thin smile no one else would notice — and he took a slow sip of his drink.

Belle ripped her gaze away before anyone could follow the invisible string between them. She tossed her empty cup into the sand, brushing her hands on her shorts.

“I’m gonna walk a bit. Get some air,” she said lightly, nudging Sarah’s arm.

“You good?” Sarah asked, raising a brow.

Belle nodded, her chest tight. "Just need a minute. Cool off by the ocean."

Kiara grinned. "If you get eaten by a shark, I’m not saving you."

Belle rolled her eyes playfully. "Duly noted."

Her heart was pounding harder than it had all night as she slipped into the darkness, not daring to glance back.

She didn’t need to. She knew he would follow.

The air cooled against her flushed skin.

And then — footsteps behind her.

She didn’t turn. Didn't need to.

"You always leave parties early?" Rafe’s voice drawled low, tugging at the base of her spine.

Belle smiled without meaning to, still facing the water. "Only if they’re boring."

He chuckled, rough and wrecked. When she finally turned, she bumped into him — he was right there. His hands slid onto her hips, pulling her close as his eyes raked over her, heat radiating off him.

He smiled, cocking his head. “Maybe you were hoping I’d follow you.”

Belle raised an eyebrow, her pulse quickening. "Oh, don’t flatter yourself, Rafe."

He was close enough now that she could see the sharp cut of his jaw in the moonlight, smell the beer on his breath, the salt in his hair.

Neither of them moved for a heartbeat.

"Sweetheart," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear, "if I was flattering myself, we'd still be back there."

Then, as if it was inevitable, he reached for her — his hand sliding to her jaw, tilting her face up — and kissed her.

It wasn’t careful. It started sweet, but it didn’t stay that way for long.

It was months of tension snapping all at once. Messy and passionate, desperate and real.

Belle made a soft moan against his mouth, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him in even closer. Rafe groaned low in his chest, backing her gently against the cool stone of the rocks, bracketing her in like he could somehow shield her from everything — from everyone.

When they broke apart, Belle was breathless, grinning despite herself.

"You’re dangerous," she whispered.

Rafe grinned, tilting his forehead to hers. "Only if you kiss me like that again."

Belle laughed under her breath, her smile softening. "No promises."

She pulled him in again — softer this time, less urgency, more wonder — like she still couldn’t believe this was real.

He slid a hand by the hem of her shorts as she swatted his hand away playfully.

“Save it for next time,” she teased, smirking.

Rafe exhaled slowly, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered, “You have no idea what you do to me, Belle Maybank.”

Neither of them noticed the pair of eyes watching from the shadows.

Olivia, half-hidden behind a slab of driftwood, arms folded tight across her chest, mouth twisted into a sharp, cruel smile. She didn’t need to see much.

She'd seen enough.

Enough to snap a photo.

Enough to go forward with her plan.

The sound of the ocean still rang in Belle’s ears, but she stepped back, brushing sand from her shorts, trying to steady her breathing.

Rafe caught her attention gently before she could fully turn away.

"Belle."

She looked up at him, the moonlight catching the ocean flecks in his eyes.

"You’re trouble, you know that?"

Belle smirked, cocking a brow. "You’re one to talk."

He didn’t say anything else — just tugged her hand up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist like he couldn’t help himself.

The spot burned even after he let go.

Belle backed away slowly, never quite turning her back on him, her grin not quite fading.

When she finally disappeared around the rocks, she didn’t have to check to know he was still standing there, watching her go.

She found herself wandering back toward the fire, weaving through the thinning crowd with an empty cup in her hand, just for something to do. The buzz of the party was low and lazy now, everyone sunburnt and half-drunk, the night tipping into something that felt private when she returned to Kiara and Sarah.

Noticing their drinks were near empty too, she suggested they grab more drinks.

When she reached the drink table, eyes scanning for anything that didn’t taste like lighter fluid and heavy regret, she barely registered the figure that moved beside her — until a warm hand brushed against hers.

Her heart leapt into her throat.

Rafe.

Pretending to grab a bottle, casual, effortless — but close enough that the heat of him curled around her skin.

“Still taste you on my lips.” He whispered close, by the shell of her ear, softly yet seductively.

Belle’s fingers fumbled the plastic cup in her hand, almost dropping it.

By the time she whipped her head toward him, Rafe was already stepping away, beer dangling from his fingers, sliding back into the pocket of Kooks by the fire like he hadn’t just set her entire body on fire.

Belle pressed the cool rim of her empty cup to her lips, trying to hide her flushed smile.

Nobody noticed.

Nobody but her.

She only stayed a little longer. Everybody had left anyway.

She left too — mentally. Her mind was still with him.

On the docks.

Under the moonlight. Sharing their first kiss all over again.

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“Hey, B!” JJ yelled to wake Belle up.

She groaned in response, wanting to be enveloped by sleep again.

“We’re going to get more surf wax and sunscreen from the surf shop, you coming?”

She sighed. “Yeah, yeah, one sec.”

The sharp ding of the bell over the door sounded as Belle pushed into the Kildare Surf Co., the salty breeze following her inside.

JJ trailed after her, tossing a playful arm around her shoulders. "You’re lucky I even invited you to come," he teased. "I had important shit to do today."

Belle smirked, ducking out from under his arm. "Oh yeah? Like what? Shotgunning beers with John B?"

"Exactly," JJ grinned like he was proud.

“If you’re lonely, just say that,” Belle said with a smirk, laughing under her breath as she headed to the back aisle where the wax and fins were. JJ peeled off toward the front, already distracted by a shiny new set of trucks for his board.

The shop smelled like sunscreen, wax, and ocean air. Comforting. Normal.

Belle let herself relax a little as she browsed — until she caught a flash of black hair out of the corner of her eye.

She froze.

Olivia.

Strolling between the aisles like she had all the time in the world.

Belle’s stomach flipped. She turned sharply, pretending to study a rack of rash guards.

Too late.

"Hey, Belle," Olivia purred, voice dripping with false sweetness as she peeked over the shelf dividing the two. "Fancy seeing you here."

Belle forced a tight, fake smile.

JJ’s laugh carried from the front of the store — talking to the cashier about a fin set.

Belle’s heart slammed against her ribs.

"You're really good at hiding it," Olivia said, voice low enough no one else could hear. She leaned in closer, her perfume cloying. "But not good enough."

“What do you mean?” Belle’s mouth went dry, they both knew what Olivia meant.

“If you want to play dumb, I could show you and your brother right now.” Olivia smiled maliciously.

Belle looked at JJ, checking out. He was almost done, putting his items in his bag.

“I have proof,” Olivia said, voice low.

Belle forced herself to keep her eyes on the rash guards, but her grip tightened.

“You’re bluffing.”

Olivia walked around the shelf, and shoved her phone into Belle’s face.

And there it was.

There it was — Rafe’s mouth on hers, caught mid-kiss. His hand frozen in time, half-slipped beneath the waistband of her shorts.

All color drained from Belle’s face, and Olivia regained her smile. It didn’t reach her eyes, but it was all teeth.

"You’ve got a choice, Maybank," she whispered. "End it. Or I end it for you."

And with that, Olivia breezed away — all sunshine and sweetness — just as JJ turned down the aisle, oblivious.

"Yo, Belle! You ready?" he called.

Belle plastered on a smile she didn’t feel and shoved the sick, twisting feeling deep down.

"Yeah," she croaked, grabbing the nearest board wax without even looking.

She followed JJ out into the bright sun, the weight of Olivia’s threat suffocating her.

The little bell over the surf shop door jingled as they stepped out into the afternoon sun, JJ tossing his new fins in the air and catching them lazily.

“What’re you thinking about? You’re looking all moody over there.” JJ said playfully, pushing her to the car.

“Oh, nothing,” Belle sighed dramatically. “Just how badly you’re going to wipe out this Saturday.”

“Yeah,” JJ said. “You’d know about wiping out. You looked like a fish out of water last week.” JJ mocked.

“Shut up, asshole!” She giggled, chasing JJ to his truck.

JJ reached for the truck door, shaking his head and smiling. "Keep talking that shit. See what happens."

Belle smiled back at him, her heart slamming against her ribs like it wanted out. She breathed in. Out. Like nothing was wrong.

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The steering wheel creaked under Rafe’s grip as he took another sharp turn down the marsh roads, the BMW’s headlights slicing through the fog.

He needed to think. Usually driving would fix all of his problems. But of course it wouldn’t with her. 

Where the fuck was she?

He hadn’t heard from Belle in almost twenty-four hours.

No texts. No calls.

Nothing.

It wasn’t like her. Not after that night — not after the way she kissed him, touched him, looked at him like he was something more than the mess everyone said he was.

The memory twisted in his gut like a knife.

The sound of her angelic voice, the way her fingers tugged at the back of his shirt — all of it burned behind his eyes.

Rafe slammed the heel of his hand against the dashboard while sitting at a light.

"Fuck," he yelled.

He needed a drink.

Something to shut it off. Shut her out.

The Wreck was the nearest place open this late, the parking lot half-filled with the usual Kooks and stragglers looking to kill brain cells on a weeknight.

Rafe didn’t care.

He needed to feel something that wasn’t this sick, clawing need for her.

He killed the engine, grabbed his lighter, and shoved the door open.

The second he stepped inside, the smell of cheap beer and salt hit him — and then something else.

Something sharper.

Something familiar.

Rafe froze.

Because across the deck, under the flickering fairy lights and cheap neon, stood Belle Maybank.

Laughing at something John B said amongst the rest of the pogues.

Her hair messy from the breeze, her mouth — that mouth — curved into a smile Rafe had no part of.

The blood drained from his head and roared in his ears.

And just like that, the spiraling stopped.

It wasn't gone — it was worse.

It focused.

On her.

Without thinking, Rafe shoved through the crowd, cigarette still tucked between his fingers, hoodie pulled low over his face.

His chest burned with something brutal and ugly — a sick mix of need, betrayal, and fury.

She was really gonna pretend like he didn’t exist?

Not a chance.

He called her phone immediately in hopes she’d abandon the group so he could talk to her. 

When her phone lit up – Rafe Cameron

Belle froze. She looked at the screen, really looked at it. And shoved it back in her pocket, a sad expression falling on her face.

“You good?” Kiara asked.

“Uh, yeah just,” she paused. “Lacy, my friend, we got in a fight so” her voice trailed off.

“Aw, I’m sorry that sucks.”

“Yeah,” She smiled downward. “Hey, I’ll be back, yeah?”

“Bring us drinks when you come back Belle!” Sarah yelled happily unaware.

“Yes!” John B quickly–and drunkely agreed, landing his eyes on Belle.

Belle slipped into the bathroom and stared at her reflection.

When did she become this liar? This traitor? Kissing a kook who's way out of her league? Did she seriously think Rafe and her were ever going to work?

Tears started to form in her waterline and one trailed down her cheek before she wiped it. She took a deep breath before leaving the bathroom. 

A hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her against the wall, hidden from the rest of the restaurant.

Rafe’s breath came out in quick bursts as he pressed her against the wall. He didn’t wait for her to say anything. He couldn’t — he was drowning in the sudden rush of emotions, and there was no way out except through her. His fingers tightened around her wrist, not hurting, but enough to keep her close.

“Why’re you ignoring me?” he said, his voice low, rough — almost like a growl. “Why’re you shutting me out?”

Belle’s eyes flickered between his, her chest heaving as she tried to stay calm. But all she felt was the heat of his touch, the weight of the words that had been hanging between them, too heavy to say aloud. “I’m not—”

Rafe’s jaw tightened, his face inches from hers. “You didn’t answer, Belle. I called you. I needed to know where you were–if you were okay. What the hell is going on with you?” 

His eyes narrowed, trying desperately to understand what she was trying to say.

The tension between them was so thick, it was suffocating. She didn’t know what to say, what to do. “Rafe, I’m... I was with the Pogues. I—”

His eyes softened, the anger calming beneath the surface, mixing with something darker. “Why didn’t you just tell me that?”

The question hit her like a slap to the face. “Because I didn’t know what to say to you!” Her voice cracked on the last word, betraying the vulnerability she’d been hiding so carefully.

For a moment, Rafe’s anger faltered, his grip on her wrist loosening just a fraction as his eyes softened — but only for a second. “I can’t do this–not like this. I can’t just pretend like nothing happened.”

A silence fell between them but was swiftly broken by Rafe’s “I let you in.” His voice cracked with emotion when he claimed it. 

“I know,” Belle bit her lip, teary eyed. She exhaled a deep breath. “But I-”

A beat passed.

“I can’t.”

“Well you can’t pretend like nothing happened!” 

“I’m not!” Belle yelled in a whisper tone. 

The words hung in the air between them, and for a brief moment, the fight drained out of Belle. She looked up at him, seeing the pain behind his eyes, the same pain she’d been trying to ignore.

He leaned in to kiss her, like it would take both of their pain away. Prove something to her and himself, that despite their differences they could be together. Be something.

But Belle pulled away before he could get any closer, putting a hand on his chest. “We can’t keep doing this,” she said, breathless. “It’s too much. We’re... not supposed to be this close.”

She could feel his heart break as her hand was still resting on his chest.

“Face it,” she started. “I’m a pogue. You’re a kook. We don’t mix. Oil and water.” She chokes on her own words as she says them. Her heart was breaking by each syllable she spit out.

“Is that how you feel? Really?” She could tell it hurt him somewhere deep—although he maintained a cool armor. 

 She nodded.

“After our kiss. After the party. After the first time you spent at my house and the morning after.” He stated. “I’m not stupid, Belle. I know you feel something for me.Because I feel the same way-” He said, almost pleading.

 He almost finished before being interrupted by Belle’s: “I can’t anymore.” She shrugged, on the verge of tears. She wiped them away before she went to the bar to grab drinks for the Pogues. She put on a fake smile that her friends know all too well at this point. 

Leaving him stranded, alone by the bathroom. Wondering where the hell Belle Maybank went. And how could he get her back?

Rafe stood there for a long moment, back pressed against the cool wall, trying to breathe through the hollow ache spreading through his chest.

The roar of the Wreck blurred around him — the clatter of pool cues, drunken laughter, Sarah's shriek as John B spilled a drink — but all he could see was her.

Belle.

Laughing, smiling, weaving through the crowd like nothing happened. Like he was nothing.

Like he hadn’t kissed her like his life depended on it.

Like she hadn’t kissed him back.

Rafe’s fist were balled so tight it hurt.

He watched as she leaned over the bar, calling the bartender’s name with a tilt of her head and that easy, careless smile — the same one that used to be just for him.

Not anymore.

He hated it.

Hated how she could pretend.

Hated how she could walk away.

His fingers twitched at his side, still itching with the memory of her skin against his. He needed to do something — anything — before he lost his mind.

Rafe pulled the hoodie tighter over his head, sinking deeper into the shadows.

He needed a plan.

If Belle thought she could just cut him out, pretend it never happened — she was wrong.

Dead wrong.

Because he wasn’t done with her.

Not even close.

He lit a cigarette with shaking hands, eyes never leaving her figure across the room.

She’s mine, he thought viciously.

Whether she wanted to admit it or not.

“Okay, I’m pretty much tapped out," John B confessed, slumping against the sticky top of their table.

The rest of the Pogues nodded along, their laughter lazy and loose from too many rounds.

"Yeah, it’s getting late," Sarah agreed, stretching her arms overhead. "Let’s get outta here."

“Wait, guys — I could do one more round!” JJ said eagerly, already waving at the bartender.

The Pogues groaned in unison.

“You’re relentless," Kiara said, shaking her head with a grin.

Belle pushed off her stool, slinging an arm around JJ’s shoulders. "I’ll do one more with you, Jayj."

"Leave it to the Maybanks," Pope joked, earning a soft elbow from Cleo as she bumped into his side.

The others filed out with promises to meet back at the Chateau, while Belle and JJ stayed behind to toss back another couple shots.

The tequila burned in Belle’s throat, but the warmth that spread through her chest was almost comforting — almost enough to drown out the buzzing anxiety she hadn’t been able to shake all night.

By the time they stumbled out the door, laughing about something stupid JJ had said, Belle froze.

The others weren’t alone.

John B, Sarah, Kiara, Cleo, and Pope were already halfway across the parking lot — but they weren’t just walking to the Twinkie.

They were talking–to him.

Rafe stood there, his hoodie sleeves pushed up, revealing bruised knuckles.

He was calm — too calm — and he wasn’t looking at any of them.

His gaze snapped straight to Belle the second she stepped outside.

The laughter died on her lips, it was replaced with shock, and fear.

JJ stiffened beside her, his hand automatically dropping to rest on her lower back like he was bracing for a fight.

"Shit," Belle whispered.

"Stay behind me," JJ muttered without missing a beat.

As they approached, Belle could see everybody–including JJ were tense. 

“What the fuck is he doing here?” JJ yelled.

“JJ maybe-”

“No Belle! What the fuck is this Kook doing on our side of the island?” JJ said, quickly escalating his anger along with Rafe’s.

“You gonna act like you don’t know me, Belle?” Rafe said, leaning his head to meet her eyes. 

She looked at him but no words escaped her lips. He raised his eyebrows awaiting a response.

“Go to the car, Belle.” JJ commanded.

“What?”

“Go.”

“JJ don’t.” She pleaded.

“Rafe’s eyes still locked on Belle — ignoring everyone else.

"You didn’t answer me," Rafe said, voice cutting through the cool night. "You think you can just... pretend like it didn’t happen?"

"Back the fuck off," JJ growled. He was practically vibrating with anger now. "She doesn't owe you shit."

"And you do?" Rafe shot back, his own voice rising. "You think you’re the fucking hero here, Maybank? King of the Pogues? That’s sad.”

He took a step forward.

JJ matched it instantly.

Chest to chest, practically daring each other.

Belle’s pulse was racing. 

“Do you got a problem, Rafe?” JJ said, sizing him up.

“Yeah, a few.” Rafe replied with a cruel look in his eyes. The soft, vulnerable Rafe she was with a few nights ago had been covered up by a hard, icy exterior. 

"Stop." she snapped, stepping in between both of them. SHe pushed her hands on both of their chest not only to ground them but separate more space between the two boys.

JJ’s jaw was clenched so hard she thought he might break a tooth.

Rafe was breathing hard, shoulders stiff, hands flexing at his sides like he didn’t trust himself.

"You really think you can protect her?" Rafe said, squinting his eyes as his voice became low and bitter. "You don't even know what you're protecting her from."

"Shut the fuck up." JJ hissed, drawing out every word.

Rafe’s eyes flicked down to Belle’s hand on his chest.

For a moment — just a moment — something cracked across his face.

The anger slipped, and all that was left was hurt.

He took a step back.

"See you around, Belle," His voice was low. Almost gentle. And it hurt worse than if he’d screamed at her.

Then he turned, disappearing into the night without another word.

And then he was gone, disappearing into the dark parking lot, leaving Belle standing between the people she loved — and the one she wasn’t sure she could survive loving at all.

[lydiadeetzwannabee]

° ❀⋆࿔ dandelion ࿔⋆❀ °

° ࿔⋆❀ summary: When your name comes up for the first time since college, Art gets hit with a tidal wave of nostalgia. He invited you over to a motel room to talk, but you both know that’s just an excuse.

° ࿔⋆ notes: fem!reader, sexual content, smut, angst

° ࿔⋆ w/c: 3325

° ࿔⋆ a/n: i love eternal sunshine deluxe and i had to get this out my head bc UGH i love dandelion but back to scheduled programming right after this

2010

Queens, New York

Art can hear the trombone player from down the street as he steps up the metal stairs. The keys jingle in his hand when he walks to his designated room. Opening it was disappointing, but he didn’t expect much from a thirty-dollar motel wedged in the corner of a highway-side inn.

The motel smells like stale cigarettes and old air conditioning. One of those places where the floral bedspread has long since given up, and the flickering neon sign outside the window buzzes just loud enough to drown out any of his overthinking.

The room was unnecessary; he’s already got a suite courtesy of the Open. But Art’s been trying to save his personal life to himself during his rise in the tennis world. It’s not that he wouldn’t want to be seen with you. God, he would. He’d take your hand right now and post it, headline it, put it on a damn billboard if you let him. But he knew you wouldn’t want to be being spotted with him. Especially after how long it’s taken for one of you to break the silence between you. 

Finding you again wasn’t hard. He was in New York for the US Open and grabbed drinks with some old Stanford guys last night. One of them dropped your name in passing, mentioned you lived out here now. Art had your old number dialed into his phone before he’d even left the bar.

“Someone said you’re in Queens,” he said like it was nothing. Like it didn’t shake something loose in him. “I didn’t even know. I just— God, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Now he’s here, closing the door behind him as he stares at your “Be there in ten” text sent seven minutes ago.

“Just one night,” he had said. “I just want to talk.”

Talk. Even he doesn’t believe that. Art’s not sure what to do while he waits. He probably should’ve planned this better, spoiled you a little even though you’d hate it. But all he has is a bottle of alcohol and a fresh pack of cigarettes. He doesn’t smoke anymore—his dietitian won’t allow it—but he figures you probably never kicked the habit. There are a few condoms tucked in his wallet. Not because he expects anything. Just… wishful thinking.

It’s obvious what he wants. Obvious enough to make him forget how horrible your last encounter was. But Art’s always been an optimist when it comes to you. Stupid, stubborn hope. He’s never been able to kick that habit either.

He snaps out of his head when he hears a knock at the door, suddenly tensing. Ridiculous, honestly. He used to know you so well yet now you’re practically a stranger. His breath caught in his throat when he opened the door, eyes scanning over you. Suddenly, he was twenty again, sitting next to you in a study group. Laughing under flickering library lights. Thinking he had all the time in the world.

You look the same. But you don’t. Your eyes are still beautiful yet now they’re dimmer. Your face is sharper, older, more sure of itself. You don’t even say hello before you push past him, as if you’re already sick of having to deal with him. Like this whole thing is some errand you’ve agreed to run against your better judgment. He doesn’t take it personally. Not really. That’s always been you.

You look around the room with what he assumes is disgust, your arms crossed over your chest and your expression unreadable. You don’t sit, instead you turn to face him again. Art finally shuts the door, swallowing as he takes a step towards you. He keeps his distance, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.

“Didn’t think you’d show,” he says. Now he can finally take the time to appreciate you. You look good. Better than he remembered, and he remembered too much. It makes him feel stupid, like he should’ve worn something different or fixed his hair again before you got there, but you always liked that style on him. Maybe still do.

Your brow raises at him before you glance at the sad bottle of vodka on the coffee table. “Then why’d you rent the room?”

Touché.

He took a breath, suddenly finding the carpet extremely interesting. “…guess I hoped you would,” he admits.

And you sigh. Sigh like this is taking up your patience like you’re above this whole thing. Like even considering meeting again was a mistake. “What do you want, Art?”

He wants a lot of things. He wants to apologize, to take back every bad thing he ever said or did. To apologize for everything he didn’t do. He wants to tell you how he’s sorry for not talking to you sooner, for the way things ended between you. That he should’ve fought for you harder.

But all that comes out of his mouth is “I missed you.”

His words hang in the air for a second, the neon sign buzz feeling ten times louder than it was.

“You missed me?” you repeat like you don’t believe it. It’s not enough. 

“You find me now and suddenly you miss me? You didn’t try to find me before, Art,” you say, your voice tinged with that same disappointment that makes his heart ache.

“You disappeared.”

He sighed, knowing there was some truth in your words. He doesn’t even know why he didn’t try earlier. Maybe it was the fear that you wouldn’t want anything to do with him. But looking back, that was stupid.

“I know,” he starts. “I know. You’re right. But I—“

“I don’t even know why I’m here,” you muttered. And if it was meant to hurt him, it did. You finally move, but it’s only to push yourself off the wall, and Art’s scared that he’s losing you again. “Maybe I just wanted to see if you’d grown up.”

Art’s eyes flicker up to meet yours, taking a step forward. “And?”

You scan him, his face, his posture, his hands, and he swears you’re looking right through him. Like you still know him, whether you want to or not.

“Why are we wasting time?” you say, low and dangerous.

He paused. Not because he didn’t know what you meant, but because he did.

And maybe it’s stupid. Reckless. Idiotic. Maybe it’s the worst idea either of you has had in years. Maybe ignoring your problems until they come to fruition is unwise.

But you’re here.

He’s here.

And those unspoken words between you simmer with tension, hot and heavy and aching to be touched.

He doesn’t realize how he’s stepping closer until he stops right in front of you, his chest almost brushing against yours. “We don’t have to.”

You hum, your hands moving to unbutton your coat, and he simply washes. His eyes are longing, yearning, unsure if he’s allowed to touch you. Your coat hits the floor with a soft thud, and Art swears time slows down. It’s not just the way you look, it’s the weight behind it. The tension that coils tighter in his chest with every breath. This isn’t casual. This isn’t mindless. This is everything he’s tried to suppress and forget and move on from, standing just inches in front of him, calling his bluff.

“You still do that,” you murmur.

“Do what?”

“Look at me like I’m going to disappear.”

He doesn’t have an answer for that. He never has. So instead, he kisses you.

His eyelids flutter at the familiarity, his lips carefully moving against yours, like he’s afraid that if he does a single thing you don’t like, you’ll pull away. But instead, you push harder, your tongue slipping between his lips. You kiss him like you’re angry, like you want to hurt him for what he did to you. He kisses you back with everything he can’t say, hands cupping your face, your waist, anything he can touch to prove to himself you’re real.

Your hands press against his chest, feeling him through his sweater. He moans against your mouth before you tug the hem of it. He helps you pull it off, breaking the kiss for a split second before meeting your lips again. He tries to keep kissing you when you trail down to his jaw, his head tilting to make space for you. You kiss down his neck like you remember the map of him, and maybe you do. His hands slide under your top, fingertips grazing the skin of your back, and you don’t stop him.

He gently tugs your hair to lead you back to his lips. It’s messy. Urgent. He backs you toward the bed like instinct, and your bodies move in sync the way they used to, like no time has passed at all. His body covers yours as he settles in between your legs. He leans down, placing wet kisses along your neck while his hands palm your thighs. His hips rock against you, trying to elicit those soft sounds from your lips as he rubs his clothed erection against your center.

Your eyes close at the feeling, a soft moan escaping your parted lips. Your legs wrap around his waist and it only encourages Art to move faster, press against you harder. His hands roam across your body, fingers slipping under your top to push it up just enough to reveal your bra. His eyes focus on your chest before looking back at you with dark eyes, waiting for permission.

You give him a slight nod and he doesn’t hold back. Art’s taking off your shirt and tossing it to the side before you could change your mind. His fingers deftly unclasp your garment, slowly pulling it off. He kisses the hollow of your throat, your collarbone, your shoulder, his lips grazing skin like it’s sacred.

His mouth wraps around your nipple with a soft hum and it makes your breath hitch. His tongue’s circling the bud, nipping now and then to make you gasp before kissing and sucking it better. He touches you like he’s rediscovering something precious, fingers memorizing your rhythm, coaxing every sound out of you until your back arches and your hands grip his shoulders.

His lips continue their actions with your other nipple as he feels down your stomach, his hand slipping under your waistband. He groans against you when he feels your wetness soaking through your underwear. He cupped your heat, making you gasp as his middle pressed against your clothed clit, rubbing it in slow circles.

Your hand flies to tangle in his hair, tugging at his golden locks as you begin to move against his touch. He pulls back from your breast with a pop, kissing you once again. His fingers push aside your underwear, lightly tracing your entrance while you moan against him. “You’re so wet,” he muttered, his arm moving to wrap around your shoulders to press you closer to him. 

You whine, gripping the side of his neck, and he slips his finger into your channel. Your nails dig into his skin, lips faltering against the kiss as he begins to pump his finger before adding a second. His pace slowly picks up, and your sounds only pick up volume. He pulls back enough just to admire you, the way your face is scrunched up in pleasure, the way your eyebrows knit together, your kiss-swollen lips glistening under the motel’s dim lights. You look angelic.

He can begin to feel you squeeze around his fingers, letting out a low grunt as he moves faster to bring you to your climax. Art isn’t sure how he made it so long without this, without you, but all he knows is he can’t stay away from you anymore. How can he when you’re writhing in pleasure under him like this? Your velvet walls tighten around him, begging him to make you cum. You’re almost breaking his skin from how hard you’re scratching his shoulders, desperately trying to grip onto anything when your orgasm hits you. Your hearing goes muffled, and you swear you see stars.

Art watches you in awe, his arm almost cramping, but he doesn’t stop. His need to watch you come undone overrules any other sense.

You ride out your orgasm before falling limp against the mattress as you pant. Art’s hand slows to a stop, and he slowly pulls out of your heat, eliciting a small whine from you. He sits back on his knees, slipping his fingers into his mouth to taste you. You can feel the desire begin to pool in your stomach at the sight of him moaning at your taste and licking every last drop.

You’re still recovering from your climax when your hands reach out to unbuckle his belt. He helps you, pushing away the denim before his fingers hook into your pants, pulling them down and off. He crawls over you, staring down at you.

And God, the way you look at him.

Like you hate him. Like you want him. Like you still remember what it felt like to love him.

He rests his forehead against yours for a moment, taking a second to feel you under him, to memorize your ragged breaths and body all over again.

“God,” he muttered. “I missed you…” Your hands tug at his sides, and he’s reaching for his wallet on the nightstand, pulling out the saved condom. He tears the packet open with his teeth, going to roll the latex on his cock before your hand wraps around his wrist. He stops, watching you with attentive eyes, scared he might’ve done something wrong. You shake your head.

"No," You breathed, your eyes locked with his. "I want to feel all of you. I'm on the pill. Please, just take me."

Art hesitated for a moment, the condom still in his hand. It had been so long since he'd felt a woman bare, and the thought of your tight, naked pussy wrapped around his cock was almost too much to bear. Throwing caution to the wind, he tossed the condom aside and positioned himself at your entrance, groaning at your arousal covering his tip.

"You sure about this?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. At your nod, he gripped your hips and slowly pushed forward, feeling your slick walls parting for him. He had to pause for a moment as the head of his cock popped inside you, taking a breath to stop himself from pushing in. You gasped his name—not loud, not performative, just honest. Like it slips out of you before you can stop it.

Your back arched off the bed as he stretched you open, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. "Fuck, you're so big," you gasped, your nails digging into his biceps. "Don't stop, Art."

With a grunt, Art thrust forward, burying himself in your heat in one smooth stroke. He paused, letting you adjust around his size. Your walls fluttered and clenched around him, drawing him in even deeper. He could feel every inch of you, and it took all of his willpower not to cum right then and there.

He began to move, pulling nearly all the way out before moving back in. His thrusts are slow at first like he’s savoring it, like he wants this to last forever. But you dig your nails into his shoulder, silently telling him not to hold back, and he doesn’t. He slowly begins to set a hard and fast pace. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin and your moans of pleasure.

The headboard creaks. The neon motel sign flickers outside. Somewhere on the street, the trombone is still playing. You whisper something that sounds like don’t stop. Or maybe it’s don’t leave. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t ask.

He just gives you everything. He can feel you start to tighten around him already, your body tensing as you climb closer to your peak. He leaned down to capture your lips in a filthy kiss, swallowing your combined moans. He moves with purpose, needing you to feel every inch of him, like he’s trying to apologize with the way his body moves against yours. One hand slides beneath the small of your back to hold you closer, deeper. All that matters is this. The heat, the sweat, the way your name leaves his lips like a confession. Like a prayer. You dig your nails into his back. He pulls away from the kiss to groan into your neck.

"Fuck, I'm close," he panted against your mouth. "I want to feel you cum on my cock. Let go for me, baby. I got you."

His words push you over the edge. Your head fell back, your climax hitting you in waves—slow at first, then all at once. He follows soon after, burying his face into your shoulder, muttering a choked “fuck” that sounds too raw to be casual. You could feel him painting your pussy white as he filled you with spurt after spurt of his cum.

It felt like forever before your climax passed and you both relaxed. Your eyes close at his weight on top of you, your arms wrapping around him.

You don’t speak for a long time. The room is hot now, heavier with silence than it was before. The sweat on your skin cools under the hum of the air conditioner, and Art’s hand rests against your hip like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he moves. The silence between you isn’t awkward. It’s... thick. Like something is sitting between you—years, mistakes, words unsaid—and now it’s all right there, hanging in the air.

He moves first, rolling onto his back before pulling you against his side. You don’t protest, your head nuzzles into his shoulder. 

“You okay?” he asks, voice hoarse, quieter than before.

You nod. “Yeah.”

But then your eyes flick away. And that’s all it takes for him to know you’re not. “I didn’t think I’d ever get to see you again,” he says. “…I should’ve tried harder, baby. Said more. Did more.”

You swallow hard. “You didn’t say anything. That’s what hurt the most.”

He flinches. “I know.”

Your fingers toy with the edge of the sheet, suddenly nervous. Like everything that just happened could fall apart if either of you breathed too loudly.

“I thought maybe,” you say slowly, “after Stanford... I dunno. I thought we were doing more than just having fun.”

“We weren’t just having fun,” he says immediately, his hand idly squeezing out the knots on your shoulders. “You were the only thing that felt real.”

You meet his eyes again. There’s something broken in them. Something yours.

“Then why’d you have to end it like that?”

He hesitates, averting your eyes to watch his hand knead your skin. “Because I was scared. And stupid. And…” He sighed, meeting your eyes again. “I thought I might’ve ruined it if I had you for too long.”

You’re quiet.

After a beat, “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to disappear then show up years later like this and pretend it didn’t matter.

“I’m not pretending,” he says. “I never stopped thinking about you.”

That lands hard. You feel it in your chest, in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m not asking for anything,” he adds. “I know I don’t deserve to. I just... I wanted you to know. I never forgot you. And if this— if tonight was just one night, then... thank you. For giving me that.”

You stare at him. And you hate how much he still means to you. You reach over, fingers brushing his hand. He laces his with yours without hesitation. You rest your head against his chest. He doesn’t know if you’ll stay. He doesn’t ask.

For now, you’re here.

And that’s more than he deserves.

[stars-and-the-min]

☆ the wrong way to hard launch (5) | OP81

summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au

pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc

a/n formula 1's 'newest' WAG makes her race debut and gives her cousin a headache

i did actually screech like a parrot watching this race and then immediately adjusted some of my predictive writings

masterlist | last part | part 5 | next part

TWITTER

F1 WAGS @f1wagnews · 3h Selina Bui spotted around the paddock!

pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 2h the royal couple of australia (i don't make the rules 🤷‍♀️)

↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 2h why... did she wear blue...? she knows basic color theory... right??? ↳ pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 2h i completely missed that... SILENA??? ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 2h HER ASS IS NOT ENDING UP IN THE PAPAYA GARAGE IN THAT DRESS 😭 SHE'S NOT THAT DUMB IS SHE???

MANIFESTED OSCALINA | LONDON N3 @12m0red4ys · 26m SCREECHING RN we used to dream of these days

↳ lina bui x2 grammy winner @urdaisea · 25m '2-time grammy award winner' HELL YEAH SHE IS ↳ MANIFESTED OSCALINA | LONDON N3 @12m0red4ys · 26m the most employed wag in formula 1 🫶 (lily is a close 2nd)

oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 13m HELP HAS ANYONE ELSE SEEN THAT CLIP OF LINA AND THE CHINESE INTERVIEWER 😭 ↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 13m [translation] interviewer: this is your cousin's 3rd f1 season, how come you've never come support him? lina: he said he doesn't like my nagging interviewer: then will you be supporting zhou guanyu in shanghai? his home race could use some family support lina: even if he asked me to visit, there's nothing i can do, i'm in shenzhen performing a sold-out concert ↳ clovie @ luvyouvie · 7m she's so done lmao what can she do if zhou doesn't want her there ↳ emme @flowersforcami · 5m lina: i'm fucking busy too, have you considered that??

INSTAGRAM

selinabui just posted to their story

(translation: Brother Yu [Zhou Guanyu], come and save me)

TWITTER

rubyyy @piastriworld · 2h oh wait shit she's cute as fuck what ↳ rubyyy @piastriworld · 2h fyi this is abt lina bui ↳ rubyyy @piastriworld · 2h i was kinda expecting a full-on rockstar but she's super soft???

piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 1h the same woman not even 12hrs later

clara @ zgy24 · 37m i do actually think it's insane we got an 'oscar piastri's partner' graphic before we got a 'zhou guanyu's cousin' graphic ↳ clara @ zgy24 · 37m selina dear, we know you can't stand him but we're sure he'd appreciate it if you popped by the kick garage on your way over 🫶 ↳ lina !!! @EB_selina · 17m you sound like my mother but i'll have you know he sent me this:

很油腻 directly translates to 'very greasy' but it basically means 'ew' or 'cringe'

↳ clara @ zgy24 · 15m LMAO OH MY BAD ↳ xixi²⁴ ⁴⁴ @grandegrid · 14m the sheer amount of info you get from these two ss 😭 like ofc they use wechat, zhou guanyu sounds like an annoying older brother, she calls him 鱼哥, she trolls the emperor nickname, THE PURE SIBLING DYNAMIC IS EVERYTHING ↳ ZG24 future WDC · @zhoupdates · 14m zhou cousins crumbs 💚

lina !!! @EB_selina · 29m mistakes were made, the blue dress and orange-- sorry, PAPAYA headphones are not a look 💀 ↳ lina !!! @EB_selina · 28m wonder if it's too late to sneak into the sauber garage... ↳ pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 12m i'm actually wheezing at this bc that's EXACTLY what my oomf said when ur pics first dropped ↳ lina !!! @EB_selina · 10m well i wish ur oomf gave me a heads-up before i left the hotel

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selinabui went on a tour around the paddock (finally visited the man racing with my number 🫶) tagged: zhouguanyu24 and logansargeant

pi4str1 babygirl, i think you wandered the wrong way

pastry81 oscar's girlfriend meeting oscar's boyfriend

zhouguanyu24 我给了你一个愿望 trans: i gave you one job/i had one wish ↳ selinabui @ zhouguanyu24 你是不是我的亲表哥！ trans: are you even my cousin!

logansargeant This feels like an achievement ↳ selinabui @ logansargeant it is, stay slaying cap, so glad to see you race today 🫶

no2argeant logan getting a double feature over her cousin mhm those are mutuals via oscar frfr (loscar and oscalina and... lolina?) ↳ selinabui @no2argeant we use selogan but lolina is 100x cuter

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piaa⁸¹ @papayaeightyone · 3h HELP SHE ACTUALLY SNUCK INTO THE SAUBER GARAGE

xixi²⁴ ⁴⁴ @grandegrid · 2h both cousins are equally unserious bc why did i remember the 'who's the most famous person in ur contacts' thing kick sauber did and why did zhou say jj lin when his very famous GRAMMY WINNING cousin seems to regularly bug him on the daily ↳ pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 2h he probably forgot lmao it's like she's not famous in his eyes "oh lina? u mean my annoying little cousin? oh right, she's a rockstar or smth"

oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 2h ok i'm convinced she's gonna stay in the williams garage now like it's almost guaranteed she's not headed back to mclaren ↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 2h oscar, honey, come over and remove ur girlfriend from the williams garage, she's yapping with logan ↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 8m I JUST SAW LINA'S POST 💀💀 y'know she's right, lolina is cuter than selogan but now i need to know how much logan's been 3rd wheeling

kayla @luna_apocolypse · 16m oscar checking his socials and it's his fans debating on the best ship name for his girlfriend and bestie

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oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 1h realising that lina being at the race means we're probably not gonna get her entertaining af f1 live-tweets

↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 1h no joke, we missed out on aus gp live-tweets bc she was flying to jakarta but the saudi gp tweets gave me LIFE

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from the phone of logan sargeant

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oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 39m red flag??? already??? we just started??? ↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 34m they cut to lina in the mclaren garage and i'm wheezing she looks so amused by the turn of events 😭

jess @OPIXSTRI · 3m oh they knew what they were doing cutting to selina bui after zhou guanyu retired ↳ jess @OPIXSTRI · 3m new f1 reaction pic just dropped guys, perfectly summarises the kick sauber saga

↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 2m obsessed with her refusal to wear the orange headphones genuinely think she would rather go deaf than have those pictures circulate the internet

xixi²⁴ ⁴⁴ @grandegrid · 5m we got the zhou guanyu's cousin graphic but at what cost

↳ Stake F1 Team KICK Sauber @stakef1team_ks · 18m We're sorry to let you down 😔 ↳ lina !!! @EB_selina · 17m i don't care which long-suffering intern this is. get out. ↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 20m lmao lina's sauber pit stop tweets vs oscar's f3 drs tweets, fight 🤣

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selinabui loved the experience, will not be going to another one bc i'm 94% sure i jinxed EVERYONE i hold dear in this sport - stay safe out there 👍 see y'all in seoul in 2-3 business days <3 tagged: mclaren and oscarpiastri

logansargeant You did *not* jinx anyone ↳ selinabui @ logansargeant logan, honey, i'm a bit depressed about you but sure man, whatever you say :'(

ninisf1diary how'd you find your first ever live race? ↳ selinabui @ninisf1diary very fun, loved the bit where oscar got to hop back into the garage after the first lap

mclaren Are we still gonna see you in Imola 🥺 ↳ selinabui @ mclaren i think oscar is gonna drag me over kicking and screaming but i guess i'll be there

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[nattyswann]

Red-haired hero

Parings: captain!shanks x female!reader

Warnings: Smut, Established relationship, fingering, oral (reader receiving), hella dirty talk bc I can’t help it, shanks cums inside reader, threats of murder, mentions of alcohol, mentions of abuse? (Not from shanks), some of the known crew members are mentioned, shanks is a bit evil bc I believe in evil shanks and love mean shanks

Summary: You get assaulted in a random bar for being a pirate but your captain and crew comes to save you just in time. Shanks then comforts you after you get frustrated about the whole situation, always being there for you.

• Being a female pirate is hard. You get no respect and everyone just always assumes you’re the weakest link. I mean you aren’t as strong all the other all stars but you’re apart of the crew and deserve just as much respect and recognition for what you do.

• Even with the knowledge that you were apart of the red-haired pirates, that didn’t stop people from messing with you.

• All you wanted to do was sit at a bar and take a break from your loud crew full of reckless men. That peace was broken when even more men came to disturb you. “Barkeep!” A loud crash was heard behind you as a group of people came rushing inside the tiny bar. “Get a few bottles ready! We just caught a large bounty!”

• Ugh. Of course it was pirate hunters too. You now wanted to get out of there as soon possible in order to avoid these buffoons. Before you could finish your sake, a man sat near you. “And how about you bring out an extra bottle for this pretty lady right here.” The man leaned towards you as the barkeep slid a bottle over to you.

• “No thanks.” You smiled sweetly at the stranger before standing up. “I’m far too tipsy to accept that. How would I make it back to my ship?”

• “Ship?” The man glared at you. “Ah. So you’re a pirate.” It came to him when he peeped the device around your wrist. “That log post is a dead giveaway.” He smirked. “Yeah, captain obvious. I’m holding it for our navigator.”

• “Speaking of..” Snatching the bottle of the bar top, you turned to strut out the bar. “I changed my mind. I’ll take this bottle for my captain.” You giggled.

• Before you could reach the door another man stepped in front of you. “Your captain?” He leaned down to your height. “Why don’t you tell me their name? Maybe when I beat them and get their bounty you’ll realize that playing pirate is stupid.”

• A giggle escapes your lips when the stranger says this. “I hardly believe you would hold a match to my crew. Let alone, my captain.” An older man who sat in the bar speaks up, one that was separate from the group of pirate hunters. “You boys best spend your time dealing with another lady.” I turned my head to look at the older man who snacked on peanuts. “Red hair won’t take too kindly to y’all messin’ around with his crew mate.”

• “Red hair?” One of the pirate hunters asked. “As in, red-haired shanks?” The same man chuckled before he took a swig from his bottle. “I heard he had a woman on his crew but I wasn’t expecting someone so…pretty.” He stepped closer to me and reached to grip my hair and yank me forward. I quickly stepped back, colliding with another man, who pushed me down and sent me to the ground. I grunted and looked up at the men. “Don’t you dare fucking touch me.”

• “She’s only acting so big cause she thinks red hair is gonna get here in time to help her.” You lightly growled under your breath. This sleazy guy is definitely gonna get what’s coming to him, Shanks surely would be here soon, but that was the last thing you wanted to happen though. It would only prove their point. Everyone already agreed that Shanks saved your ass everytime there was trouble. “He’s my captain. Why wouldn’t he save me?”

• “Shut your mouth. There is no way that Red-haired shanks is her captain. I don’t care what that old bat says.” The leader of the men said. He then proceeded to take his bottle and pour the rest on top of your head, drenching you in booze. “I guess we’ll just wait here for your captain to come get you then. Since you refuse to tell us his name.”

• “Want my name?” A ominous voice came from outside the door to the bar. You knew exactly who was behind that door and the voice that was attached to it. When he finally arrived to the scene and bust through the door with the whole crew you bit your lip in embarrassment. You hated this part. The part when all the strong men came to save your ass. “It’s Shanks.”

• You could hear gasps and gulps the moment shanks revealed himself. Some knew him by face but everyone knew him by name. An infamous emperor of the sea.

• “There’s so much commotion coming from this dainty bar.” Shanks said while he slowly strutted towards the bartender.

• “It’s like you guys are having a party!” Yassop leaned near you on the ground and put a hand on your back to help you sit up. “It’s funny seeing our crew member here.” Yassop gazed up at the man who grabbed your hair earlier. “All these men in here and not one of you helped her up?” Everyone avoided Yassop’s gaze and looked as if they wanted to piss their pants.

• “Can hardly call any of them ‘men’, can you?” Benn grunted out.

• “So.” The red-haired man pulled his sword out and stabbed it into the wooden bar top. “Why’d everyone go quiet? Weren’t we celebrating something?”

• Lucky roux pointed at the wall and let out a loud laugh. “Heya, captain! Come check this out!” When the other crew members looked over, they also let out laughs across the room. “They got all our wanted posters hung up on the wall!”

• “Awee. You guys must be big fans of us.” Lucky roux said as he snickered.

• The bar goers who were all bullying you so viciously earlier, were now as quiet as a mouse. Sure they had no problem when it was just a defenseless woman but now that the others arrived, they wanted nothing to do with you. “Well..emperors don’t t-typically dock on our little island..haha..” the bartender peeped out quietly. “I don’t really care about all that.” Shanks stayed serious, unlike his crew mates. “I wanna know why our crew member is on the floor and drenched?” Shanks then lifted his nose up in your direction and shook his head. “Drenched in what appears to be alcohol no less.” He scoffed. “What a waste of good booze.”

• “Please, sir!” The bartender put his hands up. “We’re all very sorry for what we did.” Shanks grabbed hold of his sword again, pulling it out the wood and pointing it in the air. “The person I point this sword at better run.” Everyone in the bar went still.

• The stranger from earlier that poured his drink on you had begun to run before shanks even let his sword leave the air. Benn made sure to trip the dude before he could get too far. Shanks turned in his direction and chuckled. “How did you know it was gonna be you?”

• “Are y-you really gonna kill me?” Only Shanks could make a grown man truly cry in front of an audience.

• “Nah. That’s not up to me. Y/n’s a big girl, She can make her own decisions.” He looked towards you. “If she doesn’t want us to cause a riot then I won’t.” The pirate then faced and walked towards the crying guy on the floor. “But if she decides that you hurt her too badly..” shanks glared the man down so harshly that the drunken fool had started trembling. “Then I’ll fucking kill everyone in this bar and spray your blood on the walls for the next fucker that decides to screw with y/n.”

• Yassop hollered out a loud laugh while smacking his leg. “Whew. You guys really made our captain mad.” Lucky roax joined in on the laughter. “That’s a recipe for disaster!”

• “More like a recipe for death.” Benn chimed in.

• “Enough.” You called out from the corner of the bar. “I’ll be fine.” You quickly walked over to shanks and put a hand on his chest to calm him down. “I think they’ve learned their lesson.”

• “You sure?” He lowered his weapon momentarily to look into your eyes. Making sure his full attention was on you. He leaned down and whispered in your ear. “You know what I’d do for you. Just say the word.” He put his sword back on his hip so that he could stroke your arm with his hand. “Don’t be afraid to speak up.” “I’m not afraid of these fools.”

• “I mean don’t be afraid of what I’d do.” “I’m serious, shanks. I’m fine.”

• “Fine then.” Shanks smiled and turned back to the guy on the ground. “See how sweet she is? She just saved your life.” The man nodded. Shanks got serious again. “Say ‘thank you’ to her.”

• “T-thank you! Thank you ma’am!” He clasped his hands together to show his appreciation.

• “Let’s get outta here, captain.” Benn said as he flicked his cigarette and stepped on it. Shanks led the way and the rest of the crew followed him out of that crummy bar. Leaving all of the destruction behind. That place definitely lost a few customers that day.

• Once the two of you were back on the ship, alone in his room, you finally let off some steam. “It’s not fair.” You grunted as you kicked the wall. “I know.” He reached out to hug you and held you close against his chest. “It must be so frustrating.” You accepted him taking you into his embrace but still scoffed. “Im serious, shanks.”

• “I’m serious too, y/n.” He said as he stroked your hair with his one hand. “I hate it when someone treats my crew members like their weak. Especially over something as stupid as their gender. I mean, I didn’t add you to my crew because you’re weak.”

• You pushed away from him a bit to look up at him. “No, you added me because you wanted to fuck me. That’s even worse.” Now looking down at the ground in embarrassment. “All the other crew members know it too. I’m not an asset and I just keep your bed warm.”

• Shanks let go of you and bent down to your height to meet your eyes that were avoiding his. “Is that seriously what you think?” When you gave him no answer, he grabbed your chin to make you look at him. “If that were the case then you woulda been out the crew a while ago.” He just giggled and patted your head. “Think about it, y/n. It’s a crew full of dumb men with guns and swords.” Shanks laughed even harder like you said something hilarious. “We woulda been dead ages ago without you. All of the best crews have a smart woman secretly running shit.”

• Looking into his grey eyes mixed with his sweet words made you so weak. Only with him could you let your guard down so much. “Do you really mean that or are you still just trying to get me in bed as we speak.”

• “Oh I’m telling the full truth..” He leaned his hand against the wall behind you as he also leaned his body in for a kiss. Of course, you accepted the kiss and opened your mouth for him. For a moment he broke the kiss just to finish his sentence. “If I happen to talk my way into your pants in the process then that’s just a plus.”

• “Well it’s working.” “Good. You wanna take it to the bed then?”

• After you gave a small nod, Shanks took his arm and used it to throw you over his shoulder. Ugh. It’s not fair. Even with one arm he was still so strong. It wasn’t long before you reached the bed and he lightly tossed you down. “Since my poor baby was having such a bad day, I’ll give her a present first.”

• Shanks spread your legs and used his hand to hold your hip. He sat down in front of you so he could lean forward and place kisses all over your beautiful thighs. “I always love the way you taste. It never gets old.” While shanks continued to set kitten licks on your clit, he put one finger inside you just to be a tease. “I know I’m doing you a favor but could you do me one and beg for me?”

• “Ahh..it’s soo good, shanks.” You said while clutching onto his beautiful red hair. “Gonna cum soon!” Shanks hummed as he lapped at your pussy like it was his salvation. As if your juices and slick was holy water to him. “I’m waiting.” The moment Shanks felt you tighten around his tongue, he sent his fingers to rub quick circles on your clit to send your senses into overload. Momentarily kissing your thigh to give you extra comfort and to show his attention was fully on you. “Cum on my tongue and lemme taste all the juices this yummy cunt has to offer.”

• That was it. Just then you felt an explosion of orgasmic pleasure run through you. While you shook, shanks made sure to hold you close to him. He took his arm that was wrapped around you and reached back down to stick two fingers back in your hole that was already so sensitive. You whined and let your head fall forward onto his shoulder. Shanks only put them back in to feel your pussy clench over and over while you finished your orgasm.

• “Wow..Look at you. Haven’t even taken my cock yet and you’re already such a fucking mess. Maybe I shouldn’t fuck you tonight..” Shanks said in a teasing manner. You shook your head and reached out for him. “No! Please, I want you right now!”

• Shanks smirked and kissed your collarbone. “I know, baby. I’m just teasing ya.” Your man spent no time stripping himself of his clothing, You making sure to help him (since he only has one arm). He yanked his pants down, revealing the cock he was about to split you in half with. You’ve taken him several times but it still took some preparation for him to be able to slide in with utter ease.

• When the two of you got situated, shanks got on top of you and spread your legs, using his arm to put one of your legs up on his shoulder. “I just know your cunt can’t wait to take me.” He said as he put his tip on your clit, rubbing it a bit to see you writhe. “Look at how messy you are. Getting slick all over my sheets. You’re about to make my cock so messy too.”

• “Shanks! Please stop teasing me!” You moaned out when you felt him poke only his tip in your entrance. “I’m sorry. I’m being mean again..I forgot I’m supposed to be making you feel better.” He kissed you on the cheek as he finally pushed the rest of his shaft inside of you. He dips down and you wince at the stretch you start to feel. Shanks only just started but you already felt soo full. Groaning when he could finally get his honey around him. “Please make me cum quickly shanks..I need it now.”

• Shanks would fuck you forever if he could. It’s like your pussy was made for him. To be fair, was the one who took your virginity and he’s told you multiple times how he’d make sure that he’s the only one fucking you. The only one who gets to taste your delectable cunt. No one else would get to see you become undone the way you do with your man.

• “You are so antsy. Since it’s all about you this time, I’ll give to you quick like you asked.” Shanks took hold of your thigh again and started to pound into you at a rough pace. “Since you want to rush me you better hurry up. Cum on my dick like you did my tongue and fingers. Such a dirty girl.”

• His thrusts began to speed up and get more sloppy as he was closer to bursting inside of your warmth. “Your fucking pussy keeps clamping down on me. His lips found their way to your neck. Then your lips, Licking and sucking in an attempt to rip more moans from your plump lips. “You’re seriously the light of my life. I don’t give a fuck what anyone says. I’ll protect you no matter if they laugh.”

• Through your loud pleas for more, you could hear a light chuckle slip past his lips. “They’re all just mad that I’m the one gets to fuck you this good every night.” “Shanks..I love…I love you.” Before you could even process what you were doing, your arms flew to wrap around his broad shoulders and hug him closer to you. “Don’t want anyone else but you.”

• The red-haired man just smiled at the rose tinted expression you wore and caressed the soft skin on your cheek. “I love you too, princess.” Those fives words are the most simple in the world but it meant so much to you. Knowing that he reciprocated your feelings made the upcoming orgasm that much more important than the last.

• Beforehand, you believed he only wanted you for your virgin body but after hearing shanks actually say it, made up all the difference. “Do you mean it..?”

• “Hmm. Let’s see..” before answering your question, shanks gave a few more rough thrusts to get to his finish. “If I didn’t..I wouldn’t have just came so much in your raw cunt.” When he seen your shocked yet relieved expression, shanks knew how much you loved the feeling of his cum filling you up. Fingers grasping the sheets while you dry heave and try to regain consciousness.

• “Don’t forget that I’d do anything for you.”

[mediocre-writerr]

if you’re still doing YOU requests what about a Beck one??

R is Peach’s ex and is secretly seeing Beck bc they don’t wanna hurt Peach and make her go insane like she did when R broke up with her. It just happened but it was the best ‘mistake’ either of them had made.

They break up around the time Joe comes into the picture bc she had to move for her job (but ofc in true ‘i always come back’ fashion it was only for a little while).

She meets Joe and he is none the wiser to their old relationship like everyone else in the world. R wants to keep an eye on him and on Beck, make sure she’s okay since he seemed sketchy so she goes back to dating Peach after a very long and very rehearsed i’m sorry speech. Peach takes her back bc if she can’t have Beck she’d like to have the only other person who ever loved her the way she loved them.

R stays close to Peach and shares her concerns with her gf and her ex lover. When Peach gets killed R would instantly know something is up and it was probably Joe.

Beck tells her everything and she’s like ‘go back to my place, pack some clothes and things you want, your stuff is still in the closet’ But Beck takes a detour to get something from her place, maybe something like a photo booth picture, concert tickets and a stuffed animal R won her on their first official date. She gets taken by Joe ofc.

R gets home after getting them a new apartment or house far away, fake id’s and new names etc so he wouldn’t find them. Beck isn’t there so she instantly goes to her apartment and notices there was a struggle, she ends up saving Beck and having to kill Joe (that crazy manipulative mfs gotta die) and she’s freaking tf out bc she killed a guy even if he was crazy. Joe in his last moments sees how Beck is comforting R and telling her it’s okay, that she saved her and didn’t do a bad thing.

They call the cops and they get there R and Beck are none the wiser to the fact Joe survived the knife being stabbed through his stomach and got sent to the hospital.

It goes to them in a new place, new jobs, new apartment, new friends. everything. Beck writes a book about her experience and at the reading she thinks she sees him but it’s alll in her head, he’s dead. right?

She starts to panic and R looks around (not seeing him) and stops the reading apologising and saying she’s taking Beck for a little break. Beck explains why she’s panicking and R instantly takes her home. R just calms her down and they just have a day/night in.

Until R gets a text from her sister (or friend) saying they’re outside with food for her and beck. Turns out Joe changed his name and started to date said sister or friend and offered to bring the food with his ‘girlfriend’ then she got magically sucked in with some friends she saw so he said he’d drop it by and took her phone so he could tell R it was there. R leaves the room and answers the door only to see Joe for a split second before she blacks out.

She wakes up tied to a chair in the spare room or garage with Beck tied to the bed unconscious. she starts thrashing around and manages to break the wooden chair she’s in and rip off the duck tape holding her and wakes Beck up, managing to find the keys and unlock her, handing her the pocket knife in the drawer when she hears footsteps and hides becks hands under the pillow saying ‘wait for your moment’ before she goes down to the ground acting like she passed out (she’s severely dehydrated) and Beck is begging Joe to just let her go and she would be with him.

R manages to get the strength to lunge at joe but gets stabbed in the process like how she stabbed him ‘an eye for an eye’ he’ll say before Beck stabs him in the neck with the pocket knife and he fr does this time before the medics arrive and take R and Beck to the hospital.

It ends with them in LA and R getting a job at Anavrin and meeting the one and only Love Quinn.

Now it’s her turn…

the great war [guinevere beck]

summary: you and beck have history, a perfect love story for all ages, that is until you leave for a job for london. but when you come back, you're expecting a romcom reunion, until you find her with a not so average joe

warnings: some explicit language, violence (stabbing), mentions of panic attacks and ptsd, the classic you stuff

pairings: guinevere beck x fem!reader, peach sallinger x fem!reader, joe goldberg x guinevere beck

mediocre author's note: hello everyone! i've been gone for awhile, but got some awesome inspiration from the last season of you. this has been sitting in my inbox and drafts for awhile, but i thought i'd finally finish. so i hope you enjoy! and don't forget to spread love!

Your knuckles were bruised like violets, suckering punching the man who fooled so many people . You cursed under your breath as you continued punching the man below you. You were never the fighter, but maybe it was your ego swinging. 

No, it wasn’t that. 

Your eyes flickered up, blinking away the red that you were seeing. The terrified blonde watched the scene unfold from in front of her. 

It was for her. This was all for her.

Flashes of the past year come back to you in a blur. 

The lovely smell of garbage, sweat, cigarettes, and the hard to classify odors assaulted your nostrils as you stepped out into the city you once called home. Yet, the smell didn’t bother you like it did most tourists. You smelt the culture in the air. The burnt meats that came from five star food carts. The “expensive” perfume that wafted through your nose as you walked through Greenwich. 

One of your old “pals” Annika, if you would even call her that, texted you when she found out you were back in the city. She mentioned how your ex-girlfriend Peach Salinger was throwing a party and you knew it was a bad idea to go. Not because Peach is your ex, but because you knew Guinevere Beck was going to be there. And honestly, that’s the only reason why you were going. 

Stepping into the familiar townhome, you noticed your usual phony crowd that you always tolerated hanging around the house. Your hands dug into your pockets as you walked deeper into the house, until the sound of heels clicking made a beeline straight towards you. 

Your eyes flickered up, looking at the brunette hair of your ex-lover. Two champagne flutes in her hand and her lovely manipulative smirk, “Y/N Y/L/N, I heard through the grapevine that you were back in town,” Peach handed you the champagne and you thanked her softly. Her pout replaced her smirk, “I’m a little hurt that you didn’t reach out to me yourself. I had to find out from Annika of all people.” 

You were about to respond when someone interrupted your train of thought, “Peach, there you-“ That beautiful familiar voice caused your eyes to glance at the blonde approaching. 

“Beckish!” Peach exclaimed, grabbing another champagne flute from someone nearby and handing it to the blonde. 

You sipped on your own flute, trying desperately hard to calm your rapid heart beat, as the two girls hugged. Her green eyes flickered to yours as they pulled apart and they widened in surprise. “Y/N, you’re back?” She says, but it comes out as more of a question. 

“I am,” you nod and you could tell by the way the corner of her lips quirk slightly, that she’s trying her hardest to fight a smile. “Hi Beck.”

The blonde wraps her arms around you to greet you in a hug. You could feel the goosebumps arise on her skin as your cool hands brush over her bare skin. Memories of the whispered phrase “are you sure?” and twisted legs in bedsheets replay in your mind. The feeling of her against you again was something you’ve longed for ever since you left the city and now you could finally have it. 

A clear of the throat brought the two of you back to your senses as you reluctantly pulled apart. A man with curly short brown hair landed next to Beck. He looked at you with his head tilted like a lost puppy dog, like he was trying to piece together who you were. Your eyes flickered to Beck’s green ones and she smiled sadly, “Y/N, this is Joe Goldberg. Joe, this is Y/N Y/L/N. She’s one of my good friends.”

You extend your hand out to shake his hand, “It’s nice to meet you.” 

He nods with a small smile, “And you.”

“Y/N just got back from London today,” Peach bragged, hooking onto your arm. You notice the small subtle way Beck’s eyes glance down to your arm, raising her eyebrow in surprise. 

“Oh! I heard London is beautiful! What were you doing there?” Joe asks, trying to make small talk. 

You shrug, “My job, there was an opportunity across the pond.” 

“Oh don’t be modest, Y/N! She is one of the head editors at Penguin Random House. She worked recently with Taylor Jenkins Reid on her new book that was published last year: The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo. She’s getting ravished reviews for it! I don’t know if you’ve heard of it.” Peach bragged once more and you just forced a smile on your face. 

“I have not heard of it, I’m more of a classic literature guy myself. I work at a whole book store full of them,” he shrugged. “But I’m only wondering why you don’t help get Beck published.” He jokes and you know he’s joking, but you could tell that Beck did not want that to be said. She wanted to make her own success, not have someone hand it to her. If they were really that serious, he would know that.

You force a chuckle, “No, trust me I’ve tried to convince her, but we both agreed that she achieves it on her own. That’s what she wants and honestly it’s not going to take long for her to get there. I’ve read some of her work and she’s going to be a star one day.” 

You and Beck meet each other’s eyes and her once tense body relaxes. She has a soft smile on her face to go with her softened eyes. “Thank you.” 

You nod, “Well if my detective skills are right it seems like Y/N is more excited to see my best friend, than her ex-girlfriend,” Peach snatches her arm away from yours. “If you excuse me, a hostess had duties to attend to.”

“Peach, I’m sorry. Can we-“

“No. Come up with a better apology and maybe then we’ll talk,” she stalks away furiously with her head held high. 

You let out a sigh, hanging your head low in defeat, “You must’ve missed this place so much, huh?” Beck jokes, causing your shoulder to fall and rise in small laughter. 

“I did miss this place, but not for that reason,” your eyes meet hers once more like you’re trying to express everything to her, but you quickly glance away. “I’m going to make my rounds, I’m sure Annika and Lynn will kill me if I don't say hi to them. I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

The party was what you expected. Snobby people who are born out of money and never had to work for anything. It wouldn’t have been so painful if they weren’t so suffocating. So you escaped the party just like you always did, hiding up on the balcony, sipping the expensive champagne. Your mind drifting off to simpler times.

Nursing a small glass of straight whiskey and ice was your favorite pastime. Work had been a pain in the ass, some author yelling at you for wanting to edit some things out, claiming that you didn’t know anything. Well, why would you have an editor job at one of the biggest publishing companies in the world if you didn’t know what the fuck you were talking about? But okay. Not to mention, Peach has been not-so-silently, aggressively posting stuff about you on her Twitter even though it’s been a couple months since you broke up. 

The tweet: “Ban Penguin Random House, their employees don’t know what they’re doing,” was a real shot at you for sure. 

From the barstool next to you, a familiar voice spoke up, asking for a drink. You looked to the side to see none other than Guinevere Beck. The two of you met through Peach, you always thought that she was so much more than what she forced herself to appear like in front of your ex-girlfriend and phony friends.  “Rough day?” You asked her and she turned to you surprised. She hadn’t even noticed you as she stormed in, in desperate need for a drink. 

“Y/N! Hi! I’m sorry, I didn’t even see you there!” She exclaimed as the bartender handed her her drink. “But yes, super rough day. You?” 

You shrug, “Well Peach has been coming after me on Twitter all day, so I think that’s enough of an answer for you.” 

Beck laughs at your statement, nodding, “Yeah, I saw that, but I don’t know I think the Penguin Random House tweet was about a different editor she knows,” she teased and it was your turn to laugh. Ignoring, the nerves under your skin buzz with excitement from the sound. 

“Oh for sure. It may have actually been Gary in the HR department!” you exclaimed as if coming onto a realization. Once your laughter died down, you let out a sigh, “Seriously though, I did not know that breaking up with Peach Sallinger meant getting constantly hated on Twitter.” 

“Seriously? I thought that you knew what was going to happen. Even I know that if I betray her my Twitter feed will be blown up too. If you don’t mind me asking, why did you break up with her? She really loved you, it’s actually the most I’ve seen her love anyone,” the blonde asked, sipping her drink.

You shrug, “I loved her too, even through all her faults and flaws. However, at the end of the day, I just feel like we’re meant for different paths, different people. The relationship just didn’t seem like what I want and need in my life, anymore. It’s a harsh realization for me and her, but I think one day she’ll thank me for it.” 

“Oh, so what are you looking for then?” her head tilted in amusement. 

And for some odd reason, your eyes were sucked into her, like you were a prisoner to her gaze. “I don’t know. You know, when Peach and I met we were both dumb college kids. I didn’t know what I wanted to do, we were drunk or high most nights making bad decisions. I guess I’m just looking for someone who makes me question if I really was living before. Someone who makes me feel like my life finally started when I start dating them and they will be the person who, when I’m on my deathbed, will make me feel like my life is complete.”

Her lips curled softly, nodding. Your eyes flickered her lips and you cursed yourself for how drawn you are to them. “Have you found it yet?”

“I don’t know, I think I’m waiting for it to find me,” you drop your voice down to a whisper. 

She swallowed thickly, the two of you mere inches away from each other’s lips. The magnetic force between you was so strong, but the guilty consciousness that was sitting on your shoulder was screaming at you. Yet, there was something so beautiful about it, you didn’t want to break it.

Then her lips brushed against yours and you were hooked. 

That’s what started the clandestine meetings and longing stares. You remember breaking away from Peach’s infamous parties, just like you were doing right now. You could practically feel Beck’s hand fall on your hips in the most tender way. Her soft outline of her body pressed against your back and the feeling of her breath on your neck sent a ghostly shiver down your spine.

You turn around expecting her to be there, but she wasn’t. The shiver caused by her was genuinely caused by the New York City wind. “I should’ve known I’d find you out here,” Beck’s familiar voice comes up from behind you, leaning against the railing. 

A small sparkle in her eyes made you smile, “You have always seen right through me, not that I’m complaining or anything.”

“You don’t have to be strong, Y/N. I see right through you,” Beck whispered as you stood in the middle of the airport. Her forehead rested on yours, as she cupped your face tenderly. 

By her simple statement, you blinked a couple tears, causing them to fall onto your cheeks. She was there to catch them, she was always there to catch you when you fell, “I don’t want to go,” you whisper, afraid if you raise your voice even more you’ll completely break down.

“But you have to. This opportunity only comes once in a lifetime,” she whispers. 

“What if you only come once in a lifetime?” You ask, looking up at her with glossy eyes. 

A sad smile grazed her face as she let a few tears slide down her cheeks, “Then we’ll find our way back.” 

You chuckle to yourself, “Who would’ve thought that a ‘one time thing’ would lead me to this? You’re the best thing to ever happen to me. You have made me feel like my life has finally started, Guinevere Beck. You found me,” it was her turn to chuckle, more and more tears falling down both of your faces. “So, I promise you, I’ll come back for you and we’ll make both of our lives complete.” 

“I'm sorry,” she whispers sadly.

You raise your eyebrows in surprise, “For what?”

“For Joe…I know you said that you’d come back and I-“

You set the champagne flute down and grab a hold of her hands. You shake your head, “No, no, no. None of that,” a stray piece of blonde hair falls onto her face and you hesitantly push it back. “We didn’t know when or even if I was gonna come back, so you have nothing to apologize for.  But I’m going to wait for you. It’s only a matter of time, he doesn’t seem quite like your type anyway.” 

She chuckles, shaking her head, “And why is that? Because he’s not rich, trendy, and damaged?”

“No because he’s not me,” you tease, causing her to roll her eyes playfully. You laugh at her expression, smiling widely at her, “What? We have something special, Guinevere Beck. I’m not going to let some Average Joe stop me. So, I’ll wait, because you are worth it.” 

You lean down and place a fluttering kiss on her cheek. Beck is trying to say another word, but Joe comes walking out. The two of you put some distance between you. She smiles at her boyfriend and you down the rest of your champagne, “I should probably head out. It’s getting late and Taylor Jenkins Reid is having me read her new draft for another book she’s writing. Something about a band,” you shrug, not wanting to witness the two of them together for much longer. 

“Goodnight Beck,” you turn to the brunette man, giving him your best smile. “It was lovely to meet you, Joe. I’ll see you both around.” 

As you walk out of the party and onto the lonely streets of New York City, you feel a strong stare onto your back. Your eyes flickering up to the balcony, noticing the way Joe is standing there by himself, his gaze locked on yours. And as quickly as those eyes felt on you, a smile appeared on his face, waving goodbye. Though, you couldn’t help the nauseating feeling in your stomach. 

“Y/N! He’s trying to grab the knife!” Beck yelled, bringing you back to reality. 

You noticed the way his arm was outstretched and gripped onto the knife. He tilted it up towards your neck, the tip of it nipping slightly at your throat, and you hissed as you felt slight blood trickle down. Despite the aching in your bruised hands, you tried to push the knife away from you. 

Adrenaline rushes through you. The handle is cool around your palm as you wrap around it. Your eyes flicker up to Beck’s, the pain and bruises on her face and heart left by Joe. You knew what needed to happen. He is not going to stop until he gets what he wants and that’s you out of his and her life, until it’s just him and her. 

“It’s all for her,” you mumble under your breath. In a panicked state, you use all your strength and push the knife deep into his shoulder. He cries out, loosening his grip on the handle of the knife. 

You don’t think, you act. You know this needs to end. You pull the knife out of him quickly, thrusting it once more and then another and one more time for good luck. He falls limp besides you, his eyes barely staying open. Your hand shakes as the knife clatters onto the hardwood floor. 

You look back up at Beck, who is staring at you in shock, “Beck,” you whimper, staring at your purple knuckles and blood stained palms, “I think-I think I did something really bad.”

Blood is splattered across the floor. On the ceiling. All over you and slightly on Beck. You feel tears spill from your eyes and suddenly, you feel Beck move over to you. You start sobbing and she pulls you into her chest, “I’m just like him! I didn’t mean to-I didn’t want to kill him, Beck. I did something really really bad!“ Your voice is growing more and more frantic. 

“Baby, baby, no,” her hands cup your cheeks softly, rubbing soothing circles along it. “It’s okay. He was going to kill you, it’s self defense. You are nothing like him, okay? I promise you. I’m going to call the police right now and everything is going to be okay.” 

“Beck, what did I do?”

“It’s okay,” she presses a long kiss to your lips, your lips quivering against hers. “It’s going to be okay.”

Moments later, red and blue sirens flashed off the reflections of Beck’s wide open windows. Another nauseating wave rushes over you, your ex-girlfriend’s death falling into your mind. 

“Peach, darling! you tried to exclaim, as best as you could, entering in from the garage of the Salinger Estate. A drink carrier from her favorite coffee shop balancing in one arm, a few paper bags from the farmer’s market in the other hand, and some wrapper pastries from the bakery down the street stuck in between your teeth. 

You never thought you’d get into this position. You knew Peach better than a lot of people, but one thing that’s very true to the public eye and in private is her stubbornness. After many many pre-written rehearsed apologies, she took you back. Much to yours and everyone else’s surprise. 

You put the groceries down, finally allowing your arms to breathe. You take a bite of your chocolate croissant, noticing how quiet it was. None of her favorite records were playing, Love Island wasn’t playing from the TV, it was eerily quiet. 

“Peach!” you yell. 

You walked up to her bedroom and gasped at the sight. A nauseating pit in your stomach grew wider and wider until it started eating you from the inside out. You rushed downstairs where you quickly called the police after spewing that chocolate croissant back out and into the toilet.

The red and blue flashed in your eyes through the window’s reflection.

The cops finally come.

The medics.

Joe is zipped into a bag.

-

The apartment smells like new paint and second chances.

You stand in the kitchen, barefoot, staring out the window at a palm tree swaying lazily in the California sun. Your hair’s still damp from the shower, your side aches when you stretch the wrong way or breathe, but you’re alive.

You’re not who you used to be. 

Emma, you remind yourself. Your name is Emma now.

Not Y/N. Not the girl who stabbed a monster in a crumbling apartment. Not the girl who bled in someone else’s war.

But you’d do it all over again. 

For her.

Beck hums in the living room, no, Maisy now, scribbling furiously into a battered notebook like the words will keep her grounded. Maybe they will. Maybe they already have.

“What’re you writing?” you ask, even though you already know.

Beck shrugs, all self-conscious. “Something. About…surviving.” 

You see the apology flicker behind her eyes, for dredging up memories you both should be burying, but you quickly shut it down, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her temple.

“It’s gonna be amazing,” you tell her, because it’s the truth.

And it was. 

The bookstore smells like old pages and hope. 

You sit in the front row, hands tight in your lap, watching Beck step up to the mic. She’s radiant, nervous. You’re vibrating with pride.

Her voice is steady as she reads. 

You’re still smiling when you see the way her face changes.

Still smiling when you turn your head to follow her gaze and you see him.

Or you think you do.

There’s a man at the back. Leaning against the wall, half-hidden by the crowd. Something about the slouch, the way his hat sits on his head, it punches you right in the gut.

Your body moves before your brain does.

Because you can hear Beck’s breathing, the way it keeps hitching, the way it wheezes. 

You shove out of your seat, weaving through the rows, ignoring the murmurs, the way Beck’s voice falters. 

You grab her head and feel her fingers clamp down like a vise.

You don’t look back. You don’t breathe.

Outside, under the street lights, she’s shaking so hard you have to pull her against your chest just to keep her upright.

“I thought,” she gasps. “Y/N, I thought I saw him…”

“You didn’t,” you say, fierce, even though your heart is hammering against your ribs. Even though you think you saw him too. “You didn’t. We saw him die.”

“But what if…”

You cup her cheeks softly, meeting her green eyes. 

“He’s dead,” you say, trying to convince both of you. “You’re safe. You’re safe with me.” 

Her tears soak into your shirt, and you hold her until the world stops tilting. 

You’re half asleep when your phone buzzes on the coffee table. Beck mumbles something against your shoulder but doesn’t wake. You slip out from under the blankets, careful not to jostle her.

The text is from your best friend.

You told her all about Beck’s panic attack at her reading. All about how your PTSD is affecting your day to day life. 

You blink against the screen’s brightness.

I know you guys had a rough day, I had some food delivered for you two <3

You crack the door open, noticing the takeout dropped off at the front door, but then you see him.

Only for a split second.

A flash of familiar brown eyes. A tilt of the mouth you thought was dead and buried.

You barely have time to gasp before…

SLAM!

The world blurs, tips sideways, and falls into black. 

You’re tied to a chair when the world starts following back into place.

Your wrists burn from the duct tape, the feeling of dried blood littering your face. 

You recognize where you are. The shed in your backyard. 

Panic slams into your ribs.

You twist and pull, ignoring the way the wood bites into your skin. Your writs burn, but the chair cracks with a groan. 

Across the room, Beck is unconscious on the bed. 

You breathe through the terror, fight through the dizziness, and drag yourself over.

This is for her.

It’s always been for her.

You fumble the drawer open, your fingers clumsy and shaking. You try to quickly undo the hidden compartment, where you’re hiding the pocket knife, a knife you placed in every room of the house. Even this shed the two of you barely touch.

You shove the tiny blade into Beck’s limp hand, whispering her name over and over until she stirs.

Her eyes flutter open, wild with fear as she takes in your distressed appearance.

“Wait for your moment,” you hiss.

You shove her hand under the pillow just as footsteps creak outside the door.

You barely have time to drop, playing dead, before the door swings open.

Joe steps inside like he owns the world.

Like he won.

Beck’s sobs are broken as she begs, begs him to let her go, to let you live. 

“I’m not letting you go, Beck. What don’t you understand? This is all for you!” he tries to get her to explain. 

Your eyes darken and lighten, as the world fades around you. 

No. 

NO.

You need to stay awake. Just a little bit longer.

“Benji! He was toxic, he never treated you well. He was selfish! Shallow!” He argues, “Peach! She was toxic too, a terrible friend who would ruin your life if you did her wrong. Then Y/N, poor Y/N, she didn’t do anything wrong. In fact, I think the only thing she did wrong was loving you. She would have minded her own business, she could’ve stayed with Peach and maybe Peach would be alive…maybe I wouldn’t have to kill her.” 

“No! Please! Please don’t kill her, please!” She begs, her voice scratchy and aching.

You try to slam into him with everything you have, but you’re weak, dehydrated, and dizzy. 

Hot pain blooms in your side.

You look down to see his knife in your side and he twists.

You fall back with a choked cry, clutching your ribs.

“An eye for an eye,” he sneers, like it’s a promise.

You can barely register Beck moving until it’s too late.

The blad flashes once, then Joe gasps, staggering back with a knife buried in his throat. 

Blood bubbles on his lips.

For a moment, he looks confused, betrayed, like he can’t believe this is happening to him.

Then he falls.

“Y/N!” Beck exclaims, rushing to your side, trying to apply pressure to your wound. 

But you just feel cold. 

Numb.

“You’re okay,” she sobs. “You’re okay, I’ve got you. You’ve got to be okay.” 

-

“You okay?” Beck asks you. 

Her hands adjusting the collar of your new work shirt. You smile at her softly, “I’m okay. Just feeling very lucky.” 

Beck’s hands trail up your shirt and to your side. Her bare hand, caressing your deep scar that is a constant reminder of the war you’ve endured. 

“We’re both very lucky. Have a great day at work,” she says, as you kiss her temple. 

“I love you,” you say.

Beck smiles, pure and radiant. “I love you more.” 

The trendy sign of your new job comes into view: Anavarin.

You find yourself restocking the produce, a task your odd boss Forty asked you to do, when she interrupts you.

A beautiful woman with a dazzling smile, holding a peach, “Does this peach look like a butt?” 

There’s a saying: war is a never-ending battle.

And that’s true.

Because sometimes monsters aren’t creeps, sometimes monsters come with a sweet smile.

[goodeapple]

how much do i have to pay you to write something with current canon show Aemond and Ysilla

absolutely CERO dollars (bc this has been in my drafts bEGGING to come out teehee)

“it is just gossip, my prince. something to pass the time between the smallfolk. words fill the mind when there’s no food to fill the belly-”

“i said,” aemond cuts off the squabbling squire, his tone icy. “tell me what was said about the princess ysilla.” 

the boy pauses, the blood draining from his face and leaving behind a sunken gray parlor. when he speaks again, his voice quivers like a blade of grass in a storm. 

“they’re saying she’s pregnant. quick work by the blacks to solidify ties with the north. or with the riverlands. the word is, she is some moons along. so the… union must have taken place soon after your business with the late prince lucerys. many are saying cregan stark, the wolf of the north, must be the father as he is very committed to the black’s cause. very committed to the princess and their coming child-”

“leave me.” 

the squire doesn’t need to be told twice. he turns tails and scurries off, the heavy chamber door thudding shut behind him. the prince regent sits alone in the council room. all else is quiet, save for the war raging in his mind.  

aemond shouldn't be surprised- he's not, in a way. bastards are rhaenyra’s specialty. certainly, she would implore her daughter to spread her legs and whelp out an alliance in the form of a babe. and if the father is indeed stark that fucking mongrel, how aemond wants to carve into his belly and pluck out his entrails until they are but a noose to hang him with then aemond knows he needs to tread cautiously.

‘this war will not be won with dragons alone.’ fucking horseshit. he'll burn down winterfell on the morrow if he wishes, until there's nothing left but ancient ash and stone. he'll kill the wolf in his own den, lest he has not already made room for himself in ysilla’s bed. 

unbidden, fantasies of his niece swollen and plump with life rush forth. pregnancy would suit her: the swell of her hips filling out, the golden gleam from her skin glowing bright, the blessing of her bosom busting out of her neckline. 

another vision, of a swaddled little thing in green and gold blankets, cradled in her arms so tenderly. ysilla would coo and shush them with her sugar sweet voice, all the while the babe would suck milk out of her heavy, aching breast, the dusty rose of her nipple bitten and spit shiny. 

green and gold blankets. a foolish fantasy… but fantasies, have no chance of coming true. 

“you’re pathetic. you and your lush of a brother ruin dinner and taunt my brothers into behavior that is unlike them, and you won’t even think of apologizing? our families are balancing such a fine line, and yet you dance on it with glee.” ysilla judges with such a biting clarity, she leaves no room for argument. she barged into his room like had the right to, and plucked the book he was reading right out of his hands and sent it flying into his wall. and now, she subjects him to this? her righteousness makes him choke. 

“your poor poor, bruised brothers.” aemond pouts mockingly, before erupting into laughter. his niece flinches, more frightened by that then she would be if he shouted. “i hope aegon rang luke’s head like a bell. and i? i should’ve struck jacaerys the same as he attempted to strike me.” 

ysilla regards him with something close to sympathy, but there's too much detestment alongside it to be at all good-natured. 

“what a sad, small man you make, aemond. my pity is the only piece of me you may have. never my respect, never my admiration, just my pity.” 

aemond takes her words and swallows them down, lets the sharp edge of them carve a jagged line down his gullet. if she wants to try her hand at cruelty, aemond will show her how it is done. 

“the word of a bastard born girl means little to me. i do not have your respect? the only value you have within you is that of your last name. and that name ysilla, is not Velayr-”

ysilla’s palm crashing into his cheek stops him short. he toys with the idea of praising her- she hits harder than her brother could ever hope to. even in her brutality, her touch upon him is warm and the heat spreads to the rest of him as if he's being engulfed in a forest fire. 

“do you think that hurt? come on, you can do better than that.” aemond taunts, pulling upwards into his full height. he towers over his niece but she does not yield, straightening her spine in an admirable attempt to seem formidable. “hit me.” 

so she does- striking him again and again. a slap, a shove, a scratch, the next harder than the last. but still, he advances, accepting it all with a greed that has drawn open a pit inside his belly. ysilla spits and snarls, her adrenaline making her blows land soundly but sloppily until her back collides with the edge of his table. aemond catches her wild hands in his own and pins her wrists behind her to the tabletop. the smooth expanse of his cheek will soon begin to bruise like a ripe peach but for now, it glows ruby red, the very color of ysilla’s wine stained lips. 

“not a dragon at all, i see. mayhaps, you’re more akin to whatever your father’s sigil is- whatever that may be.” oh how he wants to devour that fury that springs to life within her valyrian eyes. maybe not velaryon, but undeniably targaryen. 

“you’re sick. you’re as sick and twisted as that fucking scar on your face-”

their kiss is more fight and fury than anything sweet. teeth catch tongues, and they battle for an upper hand neither are willing to give.

aemond sweeps his arm across the table, books, cups, and papers careening to the ground. he spins ysilla around, humming in appreciation as she arches back into him. she places both hands on the table, trying not to seem too eager as she widens her stance and therefore, opens her legs.

“don't care to look at me?” she asks primly, her haughty tone only dampened by the lust heavy on her tongue. the one-eyed prince can't wait to hear what she'll sound like when she's praying to him for release.

“quite the contrary, issa dõna. unless you wish to leave here in tatters, let me unwrap you like a gift and take my spoils as such.” 

his words strike the right chord as he hears ysilla take in a shaky breath. she clutches at one of his hands pinching at her hip and guides his touch upwards, until aemond has a handful of her breasts. maybe it will be him that prays to her for salvation.

every button on her dress he pops apart reveals slips of skin he mouths at hungrily. she tastes of honeysuckle and salt, and he'll bet a million gold dragons her cunt tastes even better.

ysilla’s hands go behind her, fumbling and toying at his belt until she unlatches it. her hand dives into his breeches, cupping the pulsing thickness of his hard cock. he voices a warning groan into the nape of her neck, grazing his teeth along her skin in a promise. 

“aemond, do it. take me… ruin me.”

and when she begs like that, he cannot find it in himself to deny her. 

it was the night before his father died. the last night they were all together- the last night he’d seen her. only a handful of days before he and luke met for the final time in storm’s end…

he can’t be… it’s not possible. well… it’s possible but his niece isn’t stupid- she must’ve drank moon tea the morning after they… 

but what if she hadn’t? 

aemond snarls, sending the spherical stone once in his fist across the room in a vociferous clatter. all of his thoughts- aegon, harrenhal, his mother, the iron throne- melt away and leave behind a thread that has begun to unravel. ysilla, ysilla, ysilla. 

he has to see her. he has to know for certain.

.

[lvrsparadise]

'BLIND' - C.S

| 'WILL YOU?' |

Synopsis - They're so in love with each other, they're oblivious.

Warnings! - Profanity, Y/N being head over heels for Chris (honestly girl me too), they both blind asf, the triplets are in Boston Y/N is in LA still, I think that's all.

A/N - This is basically an apology for my last fic. I am so deeply sorry for those I made cry, here's something to cheer you up. 😋😘😘 Also I'm going to start putting the animal they chose for tour 2 next to the name bc I think it's cool.

This is so difficult. Who knew having a crush on your best friend would be so draining?

The guys just left for the airport and let me stay in their house while they're in Boston for the week. Should be easy, right? I mean I already crash here like almost every day. But being in a place that has essence of Chris, everywhere, makes it kind of hard to breathe.

I'm barely half an hour into Corpse Bride, the movie I put on when they left, when I get a notification from snapchat.

And for some reason, I find myself smiling as I open it. It's from Chris. A picture of him, hood pulled up and headphones over his ears with a little smile on his face. The words 'miss u already' at the bottom.

I save it to my camera roll. I mean, he just looks so good. Like all the time. How can I not? I send one back with a 'miss u 2' with a kiss emoji, as a joke, but not at the same time.

I focus back to Corpse Bride and get comfy on the couch.

----

I'm pretty sure I fell asleep at some point during the movie, because when I wake up, the movie is over and it's dark out now, unlike it was when the triplets left.

I walk to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water and sit back down on the couch. I pick up my phone and see multiple messages, snaps, and Instagram notifications from Chris. At first, I think something's wrong. But instead, it's just him updating where they are in their flight process, some funny shit Nick did, and multiple pictures of him, all of which I save.

The most recent one was a text saying he was going to try and get some sleep with the words 'I love you' at the end with a white heart and the kiss face emoji.

Now when I say I got butterflies and felt my face heat up, I mean I got BUTTERFLIES. How is he real?

I look at the time, it's 12:48, and see I was actually asleep for a few hours instead of just one. I turn the TV off and walk down to Chris's room. It's almost as if being in his room sent a universal message to him, my phone rings from my hand as I get comfy in his comforter.

A facetime call. I answer and is greeted by a smiling Chris.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"How's your flight been so far? You get some sleep?"

"Yeah, I got a little bit. But then some little girl started throwing a tantrum and woke me up."

A quiet chuckle makes its way out of me.

"Damn that sucks."

"What've you been up to?"

"I watched Corpse Bride, or well it watched me because I fell asleep."

This time he chuckles, and it sounds so, angelic to me. Especially in his sleepy voice.

"How close are you guys to Boston?"

"3 hours away."

"That's good."

We sit in silence for a few minutes, I scroll through Instagram, occasionally looking at Chris's face in the corner of my screen.

"You in my room?"

For some reason the question sent a new wave of butterflies in my chest. I nod.

"Yeah. I can't seem to get comfortable on the couch."

I'm not sure if what I said made him happy or if he saw something funny, either way, a smile is now on his face.

We spend the next like, hour on facetime, joking, talking, and just sometimes sitting in silence. Until I fall asleep.

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I wake up the next morning, phone in front of me and still on, with Chris still on facetime.

By the looks of it, he's in the van with Matt, and they're talking but I can't hear it. So, he must be on mute.

I yawn and stretch before picking up my phone to see the time. 11:23. Meaning it's 2:23 in Boston.

I get out of Chris's bed and grab my phone, which I don't remember plugging in but is plugged into the charger and walk upstairs to make whatever they have in their cabinets.

Chris, having heard me moving-and-a-grooving, making a whole lot of noise going through the cabinets, seemingly unmutes and speaks.

"Good morning." I look at my phone with a smile as he turns the camera to Matt who says the same thing.

"Good morning to you two as well."

I go back to rummaging through the cabinets.

"Where did Nick hide the cereal? I can't find it."

"Cabinet above the stove, hidden behind the boxes of rice."

"Thank you, Matt."

I open the cabinet and move the rice boxes out of the way and, alas, the Cinnamon Toast Crunch. I grab the box and grab a bowl and pour some in before returning it to its original spot and then pouring some milk in and grabbing a spoon.

I sit at the table at begin to eat, while scrolling through Instagram, duh. I open Chris's story to a screenshot of me, asleep. I laugh and shake my head.

"What're you laughing at?"

"Why do I look so weird when I sleep?" I laugh out as I drop my phone on the table and lean my head in my hands.

"Oh. You saw that. You don't look weird; I think you look quite good to be honest."

My jaw falls open and I pick my phone up to see a small smirk on Chris's face.

I quickly shut my mouth and roll my eyes.

"What? All I said was that you looked good while you were sleeping. Wait- no that sounds weird."

"Yeah, very weird Chris." I hear Matt say.

I snort and finish my breakfast at the same time Matt pulls into the driveway of their house,

"How long you guys been home?"

"About 11-ish hours or so."

"You guys gotten any rest?"

"Chris went to sleep as soon as he reached his room."

"Matt! Don't expose me like that!"

I laugh at both the fact Matt said and Chris not denying it.

"Is that Y/N?" I gasp at the sound of Marylou's voice and Chris moves to his mom and shows her his phone screen. I wave with a big smile.

"Hi Marylou! Miss you!"

"Miss ya too honey!" I love her accent, it's so calming.

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After about another hour of talking with Chris, Matt, and occasionally, Nick, we hung up and I turned on the triplets YouTube channel, even though I've seen all of their videos already, just to pass time.

It's so weird being here alone. And I'll be here alone for like the next week and a half.

Then, I get a though. What if I hid little things around Chris's room for him to find? But what would I even do?

Without thinking, I walk up to Nick's room and grab some paper and head back downstairs. I sit at the table and make paper origami hearts of all sizes, off of pure memory.

Once I've made at least 20 of them, I grab them and walk down to Chris's room and start hiding them in both plain sight and put some of the bigger ones in hidden places.

But there's a twist. Inside all of the hearts contain little messages and the biggest one has a confession on it. Don't know what came over me to write that but I did. And now I have to wait a week and a half for him to get home and find them.

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LET'S TALK GENSHIN AND REMURIA AND ARLECCHINO BEFORE I FORGET AND WE'RE ALREADY IN SECOND HALF OF THE PATCH WHY DOES TIME FLY WHEN YOU'RE AN ADULT

I'm gonna start the post with a few paragraphs I wrote just a few days after the patch went live:

So I finished the first Remuria world quest - it was beautiful. And really not as long as I first expected it to be. I probably could have finished it on the first day if I wouldn't have been as tired as I was

First of all the new map is beautiful. You'd think after 3? patches of map expansions where we already got underwater stuff it would feel repetetive but somehow it looks and feels different and refreshing. Maybe because majority of the map are caves where you can walk normally or they're ruins... idk.

I couldn't help but draw parallels between Remuria and HSR's Penacony tho, especially look-wise, the talk of a dreamscape and the theme of music. Especially now after finishing Penacony 2.2 I can't help but feel the two are very similar in certain aspects... the motive of Harmony and Song and Peace and saving a people and Gods? Also the way Remuria looks is so similar to certain things in Penacony? I already said rhis in my post on HSR, this is absolutely no hate whatsoever. I reckon there's only so much you can do with these motives? It's interesting how differently it looks in both games tho.

So yeah, Remuria is beautiful. The music is an out of body experience and encapsulates the whole thing perfectly. I haven't explored all of the map yet, but I like the new mechanisms a lot. The floating books look so cool and just generally the significance of music through it all... *sigh* it's so enjoyable.

So far for Remuria... i definitely missed a few things I wanted to say but it's been like 2 weeks since I played this and I definitely forgot something haha

AS FOR ARLECCHINO THO

First of all she's broken omg. It is kind lf annoying that it'll take weeks to max out her talents, rn for me she's sitting at crowned NA and skill and burst are level 7 each. But she still hits for like over 50k with each normal attack when she has a bond of life. Don't even get me started on her with Yelan MY GOD.

Okay with that out of the way let me talk about her story quest. First of all I find it very intriguing that hyv gave up on the usual pattern of having the second weekly boss for a nation be tied to the Archon and their respective second story quest (besides Mond ig)... i mean yeah Fontaine's archon situatipn is very peculiar but technically Neuvilette has taken over the role for now, right? Neither him nor Furina getting a second story quest makes me think Neuvi's probably gonna get his way later because it'll be HUGE. Again I wanna say that lore wise Neuvi is my fav character... HES JUST SO FNDNDBDN. And Furina is probably gonna get a pretty "random" one at one point kinda like Yoimiya did or Cyno... like its gonna be a good quest but it'a gonna be random. ANYWAY

I wonder how much different I would habe perceived the quest if I hadn't watched the Animated Short about Arlecchino that they put on Youtube... like it's her whole backstory? I could see where the quest was going right from the beginning because of it... that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it, tho

Childe's little surprise cameo made me so happy c: MY BOY. He's alive snd well AND IN FONTAINE. Let me remind ypu we last officially saw him in the last Atchon quest gwtting yeeted into a black hole by Skirk. Then it was mentioned at the end that he was being treated and sent gome to Snezhnaya. Well...

The whole cryptic talk between Arle and Childe was quite interesting... so this project by the Fatui, right? (Forgot the name rn bc it's been a few days since I played the quest) Is it fonna be significant for Natlans story? What does it entail?? THE TEASE NNNNGNNGHH

I wonder if at some point in the game we're actually gonna see Lyney become the new head of House of the Hearth. Like... it's mentioned quite a lot in his story as well as in everything that has tp do with the House and Sröecchino herself... I wonder 🤔

Throughout the story I was reminded that one of the first things we heard about her (Childes voiceline that came out in like??? 3.0 or so???). It was that she would turn her back on and betray the Harbingers (AND THE TSARISTA) without second thought. She even says this herself in her voicelines. I just wonder what her ultimate goal is? To free herself from the curse? Which btw they tell us nothing about in the story. Story is all about the House and its inner workings and Arle's feelings about it and plans for the future (which I love btw but still not quite understand)... we also casually get told that Arle is not even that old??? Like the whole thing with Crucabena is so recent that Freminet remembers her???? Amd Arle was maybe a Teenager when she killed her so like??? She's only around 10 years older than the kids????

So how come she's a descendant from Khaenri'ah? I don't know if I read somewhere abput it or if its a rumor but not confirmed or if its said in her personal story which I haven't read yet but... she'a from the crimson moon dynasty? Or has some ties to it? And her curse is definitely related to it BUT WHAT IS HER CURSE EXACTLY. WHY DOES SHE HAVE IT. If she's only in maybe her late 20s she couldn't have been an actual Khaenriahn citizen (same as Kaeya and he still gives me the same headache thinking about this) so how does it all tie together in the end?? Does it have to do with the God of time maybe??? (Nevermind if this is talked about in her personal story in her profile I haven't read that yet)

So yeah... the fight woth her was so cool. The animation??? I saw people get upset about the fact that Traveler couldn't beat her but I actually love that?? Like... She'a #4 of the Harbingers and has some curse probably tied to Khaenriah and she KILLED A HARBINGER WHEN SHE WAS A TEENAGER??? Traveler nlt being this almighty MC makes them so much mlre likeable like yeah... they are obv far from having their actual power back? It took us ... how many times to fight Shuki No Kami before we could defeat it in the final try to learn all the patterns? The game wants to tell us that there's much more powerful enemies in Teyvat and rhis is only the beginning. Let me tell you yeah we beat Signora but it was Raiden who killed her... it was Zhongli who subdued Azhdaha. We only healed Apep with Nahidas help. Traveler has never been able to easily defeat these big enemies, they always had help. Yeah they have been getting stronger, they've been getting access to more elements but the bis enemies are just getting stronger and bigger too... I wonder where that will lead. Maybe the twins are only gonna get their true power bavk once they're united... ANYWAY

Her weekly boss fight is cool too. Using different mechanisms again, with the whole Bond of Life thing and all. She does this one attack in her second phase that I just... can't get behind tho. Someone always has to be the victim, THE SACRIFICE, to get me through haha. Idk how to dodge or avoid that attack. The one where she floats above the arena and then these bombs? Idk? Come down and basically crash down on the whole arena and I haven't found a spot where you can aboid getting hit and therefore killed immediately idk.

So yeah that's all for now. Very excited to play Cyno's second story quest. Heard only good things so far about it, which is good because I really didn't like his first one 💀 probably gonna get around to play it one of these days. Same as with the rest of Remuria exploration, gonna need mlre Clorinde funds :3

(Gonna add screenshots later, it's been so long that the ones I took aren't saved in the PS App anymore 💀)

[my-castles-crumbling]

Anon Advice Asks - April 28

14 anon, starkid anon, vent anon, symptoms anon (new), handled anon (new)

14 anon

So my best friend (the one who isn’t always grounded and I actually talk to outside of school) has not been raised the best. Her mum and dad spoil her to get her to go to school and my mum has issues with her mum.

My mum complains about how we never hang out at their place, how it becomes a whole day any time me and best friend see each other, and how we can’t afford takeaways when they come.

Now, best friends mum is coming by to use the printer and my friend asked if I wanted to play out (walk around and go park) since they’re already coming by and I went to tell me mum so I could say the right thing and she’s like mad bc she said to the mum that they could just pop round but then looked at me after I said “I can say no I don’t wanna go out” and asked “are you saying that just because I don’t want to” and I told her yes because I end up feeling guilty because it upsets her but I’ve known my friend for so long and she means so much to me and I don’t care if her parents didn’t raise her well because she’s still a person who understands my issues with school and just me in general.

I’m living in fear of asking to hanging out bc after they leave she always starts complaining about the mum and money as if I’m not a fucking child. Like I’m her fucking therapist and not her daughter.

Hi!

Honestly I'm trying to see this from your mum's POV but I'm struggling. Like is your friend mean/rude? If she is, then I can see why your mom is complaining...I wouldn't want to spend money on my kid hanging out with someone rude.

But if not, if it's just the mom, then I think you're right, and your mom is going about this wrong. Your friend can't help who her mom is, and I think the only thing your mom could do is say 'hey, x is welcome to stay, but we can't really afford to feed extra people right now, so either she/you needs to help pay for takeaway, or she needs to go home before dinner.' which I think is a valid ask, especially if you have an allowance or savings that you can use to help.

But yeah, complaining to you isn't helpful...

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starkid anon

Hi!!

I sent you an ask a year ago (which you probably don't remember which is all good!! It was such a minor issue haha) where I met Starkid and felt like I'd embarrassed myself. You gave such amazing advice, and I had another meet and greet this time.

It went so well!!! I managed to remember what you'd said, and I'd made them all little gifts this time which helped, and it was just incredible!! They were so lovely and I remembered how to speak and I told them how lovely it was to meet them and it was just amazing, so I just wanted to say thank you because you're a massive reason why I managed to find the confidence this time :))

Hi! Yes, I do remember! I'm so glad it went well this time, that makes me so happy for you! And I'm so honored you thought to update me! <3

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vent anon

Um, my ex friend I talked about before started to act nice and apologized and helped me and suddenly they are just like the day we meet, and I miss their that side so- they said we should catch up and I don't know, but something feels a little off? Should I be friends with them again? What do you think

Hi!

Okay so I redacted what you said last time, so I forget what you said they did, but...

Honestly, I think you should trust your gut. If things feel off, I would at least be weary. Like don't just full-on trust them again, you know? If you think they deserve a second chance, and what they did before is forgivable, that's okay, but don't completely forget, either. You're allowed to take your time getting back to where you were before.

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symptoms anon

Okay i think i just really need to rant or whatever but would love some advice too.

So basically the last couple of months or so i've been heavily question my sexuality and coming to terms with the fact that i might be bi (even going so far as kind of coming out to a close friend) and i feel like i was finally starting to (albeit slowly) accept and understand it, until right now cause i just read this thing called the lesbian masterdoc (i think) and theres just so much stuff that makes sense now and i fit in with way to many of the 'symptoms' to be straight, but i also just feel so ashamed kind of? And i feel like im just faking it all and trying to convince myself stuff :/

I know that i dont have to put a label to my sexuality and it probably doesnt help that i've never kissed or been intimate with somebody, and the only 'romantic' experience i've had is crushes and boyfriends as a kid but i just feel so confused and crazy.

Im so scared that if i ever opened up about this that people wouldnt take me seriously even tho i kind of already talked about it to a friend i trust. This probably doesnt even make sense but i felt like i should try and put my thoughts into words

(Btw i love your blog so much and think youre awesome😊)

Hi!

Okay so I haven't completely read through the 'lesbian masterdoc' but from everything I've heard, it's VERY controversial. Like a lot of people think it's bullshit. So I wouldn't focus on it too much.

Feeling confused and like you're 'faking it' are such common feelings when figuring out your sexuality, and you're not alone in that. I can't tell you if you're bi or a lesbian or something else, but I CAN tell you that whatever label feels right to you IS right for you. Don't use some random document on the internet to pick- focus on your feelings. And if you're not sure of your feelings yet, don't push yourself. It's okay to not know yet <3 Just be gentle with yourself.

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handled anon

ok ngl I screwed up

NOW HEAR ME OUT- 

(also hiii cas, I love ur blog and I didn’t think i’d be one of the advice ppl- no shade I just usually have shit handled- but life’s kicked me and I kicked back badly so yeah, I kinda need advice)

My best friend got engaged a month ago. I helped her fiancé plan it, I helped him pick a ring, I helped him keep it a secret. They’ve been together four years and are a totally adorable couple. I am completely rooting for them, I shipped them when they were “friends” and I helped her pick out her outfit for the first date.

But now I think i’ve fucked up their relationship. About two and a half years ago they broke up, they had this argument, abt long distance cause he was moving, and they decided to break up. Queue my girl (PLATONICALLY MY GIRL) comes crying to me, and she- well she wants to hook up. She’s bi, i’m a lesbian, we’ve hooked up before (before they were dating). I have NEVER had feelings for her (I mean a month long crush in yr9 doesn’t count in my head so-), we hooked up cause we’re both HOT and we wanted to. And i’m extremely confident she’s never had feelings for me. 

Anyway, it was a few days after the breakup she came to me, and I was down cause I knew it would comfort her, she def didn’t want to go out to find someone to hook up, and she’s HOT it wasn’t a chore- 

You should probably know I sleep around a lot. I’m sorry if this is like TMI btw, idk what ur rules are abt this 😭

So yeah, i’m not a relationship girl and it’s not like I wouldn’t have been hooking up that evening anyways, it just happened to be her.

And listen, I love her, but it has never been romantic. I have never felt envious of her partners. I have never felt like she wanted anything with me. She’s my best friend. And she’s ready to start a life with the love of her life and i’m genuinely SO SO happy for her.

A few days ago her fiancé found out we hooked up. Their break up over long distance (when we hooked up) lasted about two months. We slept together like 6 times in that two months? Barely anything. 

But he found out a few days ago and it was my fault. He knew we’d messed around before they got together but never ever had I thought he felt jealous of our friendship. He made a joke about how i’d never be able to sleep with her again and I make a joke back like “unless you break up for long distance again” I PROMISE YOU I THOUGHT HE KNEW- she tells him EVERYTHING, literally everything.

Anyway it blew up from there 😭 And now he’s said the only way he’ll agree to go on with the wedding is if i’m uninvited and she only ever sees me with him from now on.

And today she AGREED to that. 

She TEXTED ME that i’m not invited to the wedding (I was maid of HONOUR yesterday) and that we can’t hang out anymore, I can’t text her as often as I do and I should mostly use a shared group chat with her fiancé, and I can’t meet up with just her ever again. 

FIRSTLY WTF 

SECONDLY THATS ABUSIVE??? I THINK-

Like I didn’t have issues with her fiancé until rn but like- IS THAT NOT A RED FLAG? idk how to deal with this shit i’m 24 not a fucking therapist with a life’s worth of experience in assholes- 

What if she’s told her family bad things about me? I thought abt telling her mum but like what if he got to her and they all hate me now? Suddenly i feel like a villain in their story.

I promise Cas none of this is a lie, I haven’t sugarcoated things to fit MY story, it’s prob not a perfect depiction of the situation but it feels so uncalled for. 

PLUS- isn’t it always the guys telling you NOT to cheat on them that are actively cheating on YOU. I’m not being weird worrying about her now right? I mean i’m mad but i’m more worried.

(also i’m literally tragically and unrequitedly in love with SOMEONE ELSE and they BOTH know that??????????? So what function is this bullshit serving? NONE-)

Cas, what should I do? I’m scared that if I handle this wrong i’ll lose her. 

DAMN

Okay, well..

First of all, I don't think you did anything wrong. Like yeah, joking about sleeping with your friend in front of her fiance probably wasn't the coolest thing to do, but she never told you he didn't know, so none of this was intentional. I don't think you should blame yourself at all.

As far as what to do...what CAN you do? Honestly, I think it's shit of your friend to fold to her fiance's demands and basically ice you out. She should have told him that you two hooked up, yeah, but like...it's not like she cheated. If anything, she and her fiance need to get therapy or hold off on the wedding until they figure their shit out, but this has nothing to do with you.

I think the only thing you can do is tell your friend that her fiance asking her to dump you as a friend is wrong. You're right that it IS a red flag, because no relationship should involve an ultimatum. That's so incredibly unhealthy. But the thing is, if, after you tell your friend that, she still decides to listen to him, the reality is, there's nothing you can do. And that's NOT your fault. You didn't do anything wrong, and you need to know that. Whether or not your friendship survives this, this is NOT on you, it's on her--for not telling her fiance, and for not standing up to him now.

I wish I had more advice. I hope you keep me updated <3

[dckweed]

Idea 3: Being in a relationship with Rooster but you didnt have much time together recently. So he decides to prepare something for you. A fancy dinner, candles and the night ends up with him giving you a massage where you both get really turned on, so also some sexy times are about to happen as well and a lot of cuddles afterwards 🥰

okay guys im back from my mini hiatus, i love a good ole rooster fic so much and im kinda enjoying the spoiling of reader w fancy things rn (probably bc today is my birthday, happy 24th to me :) ) anyway how are we doing today? are we hydrated? are we nourished with all the major nutrients? (carbs, proteins and fats?)

p.s. this is your sign to go get a one pound bag of jelly beans because you deserve it :)

p.s. again. it was my birthday when i wrote this last saturday (the 2nd)

THE NOT SO LITTLE THING, bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x reader

You and Bradley had been married for a couple of years now, however, the two of you had had a whirlwind romance in the empty space between his last deployment and his next one, you had dated for a good three months, both completely smitten with each other to the point of co-dependency in some ways, and when Bradley asked the question, a week before he was due to be deployed you didn't even hesitate to say yes.

The wedding was quick, you wore a beautifully simple white sun dress that you were able to pick up cheaply second hand, not having time to pick out a fancier one, you didn't mind (although you were certain your groom to be did), and were glowing with happiness when you met him at the courthouse the day of, your sister behind you with a camera and the ring that he had been saving for you, the one that his mom had left him.

Bradley kept a smaller print out of your official wedding photo in his wallet, he looked at it every day, showed it off to anyone who would listen (especially on that first deployment right after you guys had said 'i do'), you were beautiful, a smile on your face so radiant that he could feel the happiness through it every time he looked at it, on top of his own happiness. It was one of the best days of his life, right after the day that he had met you.

It was your third anniversary, and Bradley sat in the drivers seat of the Bronco looking down at that photo in his wallet, a smile on his face. The pair of you had been so busy lately, he had just gotten home from the Uranium mission, completely worn out, when he wasn't resting he was spending time with Mav, or working on his honey do list that you left him, and when you weren't busy at work (you were a school teacher), you were usually sleeping or cooking.

You guys hadn't had much time for each other lately, and he knew it was bothering you. Bradley, the good husband that he was, was going to fix it for you. He was on his way into the store, a list of ingredients in his hand for what he hoped was a simple enough recipe for shrimp fettucine, and he was going to pick up a bottle of your favorite wine as well.

Bradley was so proud to call you his wife, and couldn't believe it had already been three years together. He wanted to give you all of the things he knew you wanted, even if you never asked for them or complained about wanting them. He had been planning a honeymoon for the two of you since he had left on deployment a few months ago, and had just finished paying for the plane tickets when you had left for work this morning, giving him as long of a goodbye kiss as you possibly could before he sent you on your way with a smack to your ass that made you squeal with the laughter that he loved to hear. He hoped you didn't check the credit card statements any time soon though, you would probably cry.

Your day had been terribly long, you worked at a school for troubled kids, teaching high schoolers who were court mandated to attend schooling, and normally you loved your job, and you loved making an impact on your kids when they finally warmed up to you, but today had felt like a nightmare. One of the new students in your class had started an all out brawl in the middle of one of your fourth period lesson, resulting in them stabbing someone. You spent a majority of the rest of your school day and afternoon in the principals office, apologizing profusely to the victims parents and giving multiple statements to the police. You were shaken sure, but it wasn't your first time experiencing violence like this.

Needles to say, by the time you got home and dragged yourself over the threshold of the front door of the home you and Bradley had recently bought together you were exhausted and stressed, ready to throw yourself face first into bed.

The house was dark when you first walked in, and you hadn't seen his bronco in the driveway either, assuming you were alone you kicked off your shoes and undid the buttons on your blouse, muttering to under your breath the snarky pissed off response that you had wanted to give to your boss when he questioned you why this had happened, (as if it had been your fault) not expecting to find your husband standing behind you with two glasses of wine in his waiting hands.

"Rough day, honey?" He asks, eyeing you in the dim light of the entry way. He could tell from the way that your eyebrows were creased together in the middle of your forehead that something was wrong, that was typically a tell tale sign that you were overly worried or overly stressed about something.

You just look at him, shoulders slumping in relief as you rush to him, burying your face in his muscular chest. You breathe in his cologne and sigh happily as you wrap your arms around his middle, squeezing him as tight as you could. Bradley was a thick man through and through and hugging him properly was usually an issue for you as you were never able to get your arms all the way around him. You didn't mind too much though, it still brought you all the calming comfort you could ever need or want in the world.

"What are you doing home?" You ask after a moment, a small smile on your lips as you realize that your husband is awkwardly trying to hug you back with two wine glasses in his beefy hands. You take one from him, gulping down an appreciative sip before humming contentedly. "What smells so good?" You give the air a sniff, completely blowing off his question, not wanting to get into your nasty work day when he had so obviously done something special for you on your guys' anniversary.

Bradley knows what you're doing, he's not an easily distractible man and he knows that you know that, so he figures you must just not want to talk about it right now. "Well, my love, i figured that the two of us could have a quiet evening in to celebrate our love.." He says, grabbing your free hand and gently leading you through the kitchen and into the dining room.

You gasp when he moves from in front of you, set on the table was a a full meal surrounded by lit candles and your favorite flowers, a few petals scattered around the table. He had even remembered to put on a white table cloth too. It might have been the stress but the sight of it brought a tear to your eyes, and your husband noticed it almost immediately, his gaze never leaving your face. "Oh, Bradley!" You gush, setting your already half empty glass down on the table before your place your hands on his cheeks and bring him in for a kiss, his mustache tickling against your face as he pulls you flush against him with his free hand.

You moan as his tongue slips into your mouth, before whining pathetically when he pulls away from you with a groan.

"Not now baby, there's plenty of time for that later, okay?" He says smiling as you pout at him. It wasn't very often that he turned down a passionate kiss like that from you, so you figured you'd play along with his evening. "Want you nice and nourished tonight, you'll need the energy." He winks at you and you can't help but giggle, a happy smile making its way to his face as he pulls your chair out for you.

"Roo, did you do all of this yourself?" You ask, looking at your plate in awe. It was no secret that your husband was terrible in the kitchen (though he could grill a mean steak when he wanted to), and the fact that he put in the effort to do this for you made it all the more special to you.

His lips quirk at the use of his callsign as he sits across from you, the tips of his ears turning red from slight embarrassment as he tells you the truth; "I tried okay?" He sighs and you start laughing immediately, three years together and you knew just how badly things went in the kitchen for him. The man burnt toast every single time, it was no surprise to you that this wasn't made by his own hands. "I went to the store, i got all of the ingredients..I had a list, Y/N, a list!"

"Oh gosh, you really were prepared!" You chuckle, grinning from ear to ear at him through the candlelight. You can see the amusement on his face as well, a laugh coming from deep within his chest. You felt all of the stress of the day melt away from your mind as you basked in this sweet moment with your husband. "What happened when you got home?"

"The shrimp happened!" He exclaims and you cackle in laughter, the sound bringing him nothing but joy. "I wound up at Red Lobster last minute," He sees your eyes widen at the words, and knows exactly what you're thinking. He grins at you, slowly lifting a basket of rolls for you and handing them to you over the table.

"I would suck your dick so hard under the table right now, but i think im too in love with the cheddar bay biscuits.." You moan as you bite into one, still warm as if it had just freshly come out of the kitchen at your favorite restaurant. In the back of your mind you wondered just how last minute his trip to red lobster actually was.

Bradley rolls his eyes at your comment, but he basked in the glory of knowing that he knew his spouse well enough to know that would be your reaction, especially after it had clearly been such a stressful day for you.

The pair of you eat your food, your moans and giggles were the only sounds heard as he held your hand over the table, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb as he watched you eat. God, he thought, I wonder if this is how mom and dad felt..

After nearly an hour you both finish, and you finish off your third glass of wine, your body feeling warm and fuzzy as you lean towards him over the table. "What's for dessert, pretty boy?" Your voice is suggestive and so is your mouth as you bite your lip in the way that drove him crazy.

"Oh, sweet thing, you are." He says, standing from his seat, voice husky. He knows your thighs clench together from the way you shift in your seat, his words going straight to your pussy. He knew how to get his girl going, always had. "But first," He comes around the table, still holding your hand as he helps you stand up, pulling you flush against him. "But first, i have plans.."

"Oh?" You ask, letting your lips brush against his as he dips his head down towards yours, gasping when the hand that wasn't holding yours squeezes your ass cheek. A low growls rumbles in your husbands chest, a gleam in his brown eyes.

"Go strip and lay face down on the bed." He squeezes your ass again, rougher than before and sends you on your way out of the dining room, listening as you make your way quickly down the hallway with a 'yes sir' that makes his cock stiffen in his jeans.

You strip down quickly, kicking your wide legged slacks to the side, and your camisole drops down next to it. You take your bra off, but leave your panties on, hoping he would partially be able to enjoy the new lace thong and bra set you had bought for tonight as you lay face down in the middle of the bed, as he had requested.

After a few quiet moments you hear his heavy footfalls coming down the hallway and you bite your lip in anticipation, wondering what exactly your husband had in store for you tonight. "Such an obedient wife," You hear him say, the strong scent of lavender reaching your senses as you feel the bed dip. "This for me?" His voice his husky, his lips soft. His mustache tickles the skin of your tailbone as he places a kiss to the bit of your thong that rests against your back. You hum in response as his lips move up to the dip of your spine, trailing slowly up your back as his large thighs find themselves on either side of your body, the rest of him hovering over you. "So beautiful, baby..always so beautiful."

You sigh in bliss as you feel his hands come up to your shoulders, kneading them as he rubs oil into the skin. You hadn't expected this from him, he was usually the type who could hardly ever focus long enough to give you a massage like this, but you could tell that he had put thought into this as well by the oil he was using, and the pressure he was putting on the space between your shoulders, all of the days tension leaving them almost instantly.

"So good baby.." You moan, feeling his weight start to shift down your back, his hands following with it.

"You've been working so hard baby," His voice is still gruff, but it's sincere as his fingers keep working your skin, the strong digits digging in deeper the farther down he goes. "been taking care of me so good since ive been back, of those kids at school.." You feel one of his hands slip down the small of your back, right past the waist band of your panties, and before you know it, one of his large fingers his pushing into your already soaking hole, curling as he does. "..it's time for me to take care of my wife, huh? whatever you need from me tonight baby, it's all yours pretty girl.."

His words go straight to your pussy, your heat clenching down around his finger and he sighs at the feeling, something that only turns you on farther. It had been so long since the two of you had been able to have a night like this, from the deployment he was on, and then straight to the uranium mission..you'd barely seen each other, let alone fucked each other like the mindless savages you two could be together in the bedroom. To say you were depraved by this point would be an understatement, you were down right starving for you husband, and his cock too.

"..roo, please baby.." You honestly don't even know what you're asking for, to keep fucking you with his fingers? to keep massaging you (because it did feel oh so fucking good to have his magical hands do things like that to you)? to fuck you so cockdrunk stupid that you would have to call into work tomorrow morning? fuck, maybe you wanted all of it, maybe you were so fucking needy for the man that had two of his fingers buried up to his knuckle in your cunt that you didn't give two shits what he did to you, as long as he did something.

He seems to know the answers for you because with a grunt he's shifted down your back, his legs on either side of your own now. Before you know it his large hands are spreading your supple ass cheeks apart and his tongue is on your dripping hole in no time, greedily eating you with your lacey panties (if they could honestly even be called panties with how tiny they were) still on.

"Oh god..." You shudder, your head dropping down into the comforter of your perfectly made bed, your hands fisting the crisp linens, wrinkling them all to hell.

"Not god, sweet thing, just me.." His voice is so thick with lust that he could probably talk you into your first orgasm of the night if he wanted to, but judging from the way that you could feel his hard as a rock cock pressing against the back of your legs you knew that he didn't want to waste time on such trivial foreplay, and, you decided that you didn't want to either, not when you could do it later..not when you needed to feel him in you right that very second stuffing you so full you'd feel him for days afterwards.

"..Need you b-ahh shit.." Bradley must have had the exact same thought pattern as you, that or he could read your damn mind, because the thin material of your thong is pushed unceremoniously to the side as his cock slides into your already sopping pussy. Not only is your husband long, but just like the rest of his body, is cock is also incredibly fucking thick and you feel every glorious bit of his beautiful member stretching your gummy walls out as he slides all the way in, a low groan escaping his throat as he does.

One of his hands goes to your shoulder, gripping it for leverage as he moves long and slow in a few thrusts, testing the waters for a moment. "Feels like fucking home, baby.." He whispers, his mustache tickling the skin of your neck as he places a soft, gentle kiss to the back of it, the total opposite to what he does next. You hear the smack before you register the sting, your ass cheek smarting from the force of the blow he had delt it as he starts fucking you harshly, using the abusing hand to go down to your hips and lift them up just the slightest, giving him a whole different depth within you that you swear you didn't know was even possible.

You squeal a high pitched groan, praising your husband as he pumps his cock in and out of you at an almost brutal pace, you feel him hitting that spongey part of you with every beautiful roll of his hips, rearranging your guts in the most delicious of ways.

It's not long before he has you seeing stars, your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your pussy clamps down so tightly that he cums instantly at the feel of it. "Holy fucking shit..pussy s'fuckin' good can't even control m'self..luckiest son of a bitch in the world aren't I?" He babbles, only slightly pussy drunk as he continues to piston into you, pace unwavering as he pushes his cum deep into your soaking cunt as you try to recover from the orgasm he'd just given you within merely a couple of minutes of fucking you.

"m'so good baby," You mewl, legs trembling beneath you. "Please, please, please, please.." You chant, completely unknowing what you're begging him for, but you know you want something. His cock and his hands all over your body have you so warm and tingly that you can't even form coherent thoughts let alone words and you know that he's just fine with doing all the thinking for you right now.

And like the dutiful husband he is, he does just that. His weight shifts, and with a sad whine you realize that his cock is no longer in your, his cum free to fall out of your hole as he shifts your bodies, laying in the middle of your guys' bed as he pulls you on top of him, one hand holding his still stiff cock as the other guides you down onto it, his large hand splayed across your back, just above your ass as you start bouncing on him, hands on his chest to support you.

"Bradley, baby, so fucking deep.." You whine, head thrown back as your tits bounce with every movement. He grunts beneath you, his fingers digging into your back as he starts pistons up into you, meeting your every bounce with one of his own. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room and the sinfulness of that alone makes your pussy clamp down onto him again, his cock hitting the places that make you feral.

After a while your thighs start to burn from the effort, but it doesn't seem to affect Bradley so much, he continues fucking up into your hot, wet cunt, and uses his hands on your hips (squeezing so hard that you know for certain his fingerprints are going to be left for day on your skin), you look down at him, unable to form any words other than his name, the sound rolling off of your tongue in a chant so high that you worry the neighbors might call the police (lord knows it wouldn't be the first time), you watch his biceps flex with every movement made to lift your body up with such ease its as if you weigh nothing to him, the sinewy muscle supporting you like you were the weight of air.

Your fingers claw into the skin of your chest and your husband groans, words leaving his mouth that you cant quite make out as your ears rings with the force of your second orgasm rolling through you, hitting you like a hurricane hits the land. Your head lolls forward, slack jawed as you cum harder than you think you ever have before. The sight of you must do something to Rooster because within seconds you feel his cum painting your walls once more, and his thrusts slow to a stop.

You collapse onto him, both of your chests heaving as you His hands move from your hips, ghosting along your spine and you damn near purr as they land in your hair, grasping the back of your head to lift you up into a sloppy, heated kiss, tongues and teeth clashing together as he presses you against his still heaving body. His mustache tickles your skin and you pull away from him with a delirious giggle. "I fucking love you, Rooster."

"I fucking love you too, sweet thing.." He chuckles, tucking a strand of hair behind your sweaty ear as he smiles up at you with the same loving look he had given you on your guys' wedding day, the same one that made the feeling of love spread from the top of your head to the bottoms of your toes. "Which is why, as a present for both of us, i booked us that honeymoon trip you always talked about.."

Your body snaps up, brain on full alert now. He looks up at you with a shit eating grin, and you can't keep the shock off of your face. "Virgin Islands?" You ask, he nods once, proud smirk still adorning that handsome fucking face of his. "Bradley oh my god..are you sure we can afford it? We just bought the house.."

His hand cups your cheek, thumb slipping into your mouth to shut you up. "Don't worry your pretty little head baby, we both deserve it, i already got approved for leave from work, and..i might have already told your boss about it as well.." He says, his tone telling you that you shouldn't argue with it, or even worry one bit about it. He wanted you to enjoy yourself. He wanted you to be carefree and happy. "Besides, what better way to celebrate three perfect years together than by taking our hard earned honeymoon?"

You quirk an eyebrow at him as he takes his thumb out of your mouth. "I dont know," You say, grinding down onto his miraculously still hard cock. "I think i could think of something just a little bit better.."

"Oh, you're in for it now babygirl.." He growls, throwing you onto your back as you giggle wildly, knowing damn well you were about to call into work in the morning.

[coldbloodeddevil]

I always still find it weird that Tek has never properly shown Kazuya caring about Jin, even just slightly. Like it's so weird because they have him genuinely love Jun, but like... not her son? That's also his son? Like for the longest time, he assumed Jun was dead - Jin is literally all that's left of the first woman he's ever loved, yet he feels nothing about it? Like I'm not even saying for the series to depict him as a loving father - it's just weird that the series never shows him experiencing conflict, or hinting that he may care. Or hell, even show us Kazuya's THOUGHTS regarding Jun and how she had THEIR KID. Fuck, they could've delved into Kazuya maybe even feeling guilty that he left Jun alone with a child (albeit not REALLY his fault bc he was Le Killed, but still)

It's just so bizarre to me that TK8 is pushing the "Kazuya DOES genuinely love Jun!" (a good thing) yet still writing him as Evil Ruthless Villain toward their shared son.

Some people try to say "oh but he HESITATED killing Jin in the last fight!" But honestly... I think that's just people trying to see something that wasn't really there. Especially considering he tried to kill Jin already in the start of the game yet never hesitated - not to mention the other times in the series, or in the alternate "bad ending" lmao. I think what people thought was "hesitation" was Kazuya just being exhausted from fighting for probs like an hour lmao

Anyway, this is something that both annoys me and perplexes me.

Right? It's so weird. They say Kazuya is this complex, almost tragic individual. In 2 they nailed it, well as much as they could through the minimal story. Through him still treasuring Jun, Jinpachi and Kazumi. Then turn around and make him a saturday morning cartoon villan. The annoying thing is, during four, seven and five they tease this multi layer to him.

In his midsection of four, he asks what Heihachi did with Jin, even going with him into the most obvious trap ever. In the start of Heiachi and his own ending, He almost looks concerned for Jin before Devil takes over. Little baby Birds back then even thought he merged with Devil to save Jin. Then nooope, he cackles and kills everyone in his ending and that's it.

In five, He's seen genuinely respecting and caring for Jinpachi. We even see babbu Kaz and him training. He calls Jinpachi JiJi and it's so cute...aaand then he kills him and cackles.

In Seven, we finally get to see that tragic cliff scene in full and finally learn Kazuya's true motivation. The reason he has fallen so far. At just five years old. Heihachi killed Kazumi, Kazuya's mother. Nearly everything he's done. He's done to avenge her. Mirroring Jin's own past and motivations. Could this finally be the end of the cycle? Nah, Jin spends the entire game comatose. We find out Kazumi sent Akuma from the streets to kill Heihachi and Kazuya. (With a heartbroken moment of Kazuya reeling from the reveal.)

A show of his good side in how he tells his empolyees to flee instead of stupidly risking their lives ina fight they'd never win. Then the climatic, emotional final showdown between father and son. A tragedy born of greif and hatred coming to an end. Were Kazuya finally wins.. But is just so tired (and sad) to feel any kind of closure before Akuma strikes again.

.....aaaand then he goes on to take over the world again and Jin finally wakes up. He becomes even worse, indiscriminately killng his empolyeed and enemy combatants alike, tries to kill his own son with. As you said, no hesitation. While randomly empolying the woman that killed his old empolyee. While also somehow still loving Jun.

Oh and Heihacji isn't dead after all. ¯_(ツ)_/¯

So yeah, Tekken is very confusing and werid.

[ladysomething]

Hello, p&p anon here deciding that this day deserves me to reveal myself.

First of all thank you for your dedication at the end there I may have sat in shock for 10 minutes when I saw squealing and kicking my feet, THANK YOUUUU ❤️❤️❤️

But I actually can't believe that we got here and we got the ACTUAL scene from p&p ohhh my god. I was screaming at Charles the entire chapter but at the end there I wanted to shake him and tell him to shut up shut up shut upppppp.

And you know me, forever Max apologist, I don't think I've ever been this hurt for a character before. 💔 Max didn't deserve this for god's sake 😭😭😭

While I was reading and Max started to confess I was like wait could this be it? Could this be the scene I've been waiting for? And then I was like naahh for this to be the scene Charles would have to say that Max is the last man on earth blah blah blah and he's not gonna go that far. And then 😑🤯😮 WHAT THE FUCK.

Also can we talk about how stupid Charles was this entire chapter?

Charles when he is in trouble: all these other Alphas are horrible Ferrari should not be able to sell me to another alpha bc I am still Max's thank god. Where is Max Max would save me.

Charles 5 seconds later: I need to decide whether staying with Max is worse than being sold to any of those Alphas literally trying to rape me hmm whichever should I choose

It sounds to me like someone knows deep down where his heart lies but is not able to admit it yet. And Charles feeling guilty at the end after it was done also hurt me in my soul. Just... everything about this chapter hurt me immensely 😭 I wonder where we go from here? I feel like this is the boiling point right now and now I have no idea what happens next. Not even slightly. Do we circle back to the Kelly story? Oh God they have so much to unpack together.

Anyway I still have a lot more to say I think but this is getting extremely long. I cant believe I actually got to read the confession scene with 2 of my favorite characters ever. Thank you thank you thank youu.

And lastly, I'm so glad you're taking time to write this story, like I said earlier, I am more than willing to wait longer for a story if I get to read masterpiece chapters like this.

Love, p&p anon ❤️

p&p anon is anon no longer!!!

when you first sent your ask, I was giggling kicking my feet, and it's genuinely been .. god when did you even send that ask? whenever it was, I've been waiting since then to post this chapter.

anyway I'm so glad you enjoyed it!!! the vision was so strong lmao.

and Charles ... well ... he's still got a lot to figure out, poor little guy.

[misc-obeyme]

OKAY I'M WRITING THIS ON THE BUS TO WORK I'VE GOT 40 MINUTES AND PRAYING NO ONE LOOKS OVER MY SHOULDER.

Hello it's been over a month since the last part 😭 I've lost the groove. But uhh remember how I said Dia is a sponsor for the tour? He definitely ropes Belphie into attending some shows for promo pics. Belphie is going to attend the very first concert stop that night (there's maybe like four before the show in their city or something)

I'm thinking Lucifer is checking in on Mammon when I burst into the shop, running late but still making a stop for breakfast. Mammon slides my order towards me, waving his hand when I try to pay. Cue me glaring at him and stuffing a $20 bill in his tip jar BECAUSE HE CAN'T KEEP TRYING TO GIVE SOLOMON AND I FREE FOOD.

And he scoffs because I know I don't carry cash, BUT NOW I HAVE TO BC I GOTTA TO PAY HIM !! SIR !! YOU'LL GO OUT OF BUSINESS !! Lucifer is watching this all with a raised eyebrow. (He definitely makes his family pay. Luke is the only other one to get free stuff.)

anyway when I'm reaching for my drink he grabs my wrist impulsively because he notices I'm wearing new bracelets ??

"The hell are these?"

"I made them for my concert! Y'know, the one I keep talking about? Where I didn't come for a while because I had no money? It's in a couple days !!"

of course he knows about the concert. he knows about it, but Solomon and him kept forgetting the exact date. He also forgot to ask beg Lucifer to ask Dia for tickets.

"Why're ya making bracelets?" At the same time Lucifer asks "Concert? What concert?" because he did NOT know I was attending. He was actually planning to stop by after finishing checking on Mammon to present me with tickets.

"Fall Out Boy! My favorite band ever? The one I'm always playing in the shop? They're coming here! And I bought tickets so long ago and I'm so excited because it's my first concert and they're my favorite band ever and *wheezes for air* AND I GOT FLOOR SEATS TOO AND THEY'RE LIKE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE AND I CAN'T WAIT AND TO TRADE BRACELETS- ohmygod I'm even more late now okay bye guys!"

And Lucifer is kinda sitting there shocked. He doesn't know why he didn't expect me to buy tickets. Now he must recalculate.

"Hey Lucifer..." With the tone he used to use when he wanted to borrow money before starting the cafe. "I'm not bailing you out of bankruptcy for giving away food to your crushes." "C-CRUSHES? W-WHA? WHO SAID THAT, I AIN'T SAY NOTHIN LIKE THAT-" "Mammon." "Damn it, Lucifer, that ain't what I was gonna ask! I was gonna ask... Diavolo's sponsoring this thing, ain't he?" "And what of it if he is?" "...Ya think he has two extra tickets? I'll pay for 'em no problem. I just don't want her going alone, ya know?"

And Lucifer stares at him for a long time. So long Mammon is getting nervous, wringing a rag in his hands. And it clicks for Lucifer how he'll save this.

"Find out what seat she's purchased and let me know. I'll ask Diavolo and see what I can do. No promises, Mammon."

And Mammon practically beams while letting out a big breath. He nods enthusiastically and texts Solomon 'I need to find out what seat that ticket she bought is' to not forget, because he knows he'll be texting Solomon later anyway and will see the last message he sent, so he's sure to not forget. Foolproof plan.

"You need just two tickets, or three seats together?"

"...Three seats together. I said two tickets because she already has one, don't she? One for me, one for Solomon."

"Interesting. I'll let you know."

"Eh?! What is that supposed to mean?!"

okay uhh next part is gonna have beel and belphie i think at the cafe visiting mammon!! im happy to be writing this again. I did make bracelets when I attended this concert but I only made twenty the night before 😭 I had procrastinated so long and debated because I was too afraid of going up to people to hand them out. But I did get to trade !! I still have all the one's I got.

Um umm I had other things to say I'm forgetting. I looked up from my phone and panicked because I thought I missed my stop o(-( nah it was just construction making everything unrecognizable

have i named my mc before? i can't remember. i just keep avoiding using her name akwkwjd oops

OKAY BYE HAVE A GOOD DAY, MANAGED TO FINISH THIS BEFORE GETTING TO MY STOP

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MC NAME REVEAL, READY GO~

LOL but seriously, I have not heard her name and now I wish to know it! I know YOUR name of course, since I have stalked your blog a bit since you came off anon~ ah sorry if that's creepy~

But anyway!!

Lucifer to the rescue!!! What a guy, he's so nice in this story but still totally himself I love it~

Mammon giving away food to his crushes ;asldkfjdf and OF COURSE the only other one who gets free food is Luke that's so cuuuuuute!

I also LOVE the detail of Mammon texting Solomon something so that he'll remember it. It tells us so much about Mammon (ADHD lol), but it also speaks volumes about his relationship with Solomon at this point, too. Because if you know you're going to be texting someone that often, then they must be pretty important to you. And also you must feel comfortable with them if you're texting them little reminders for yourself. I just think this is a really cute detail~

Anyway, as always, I'm here for this sweet story!!