#but as i said i just feel frustrated because it feels like no one cares about me

[tripiolo]

second chances ✧ ms

𝜗𝜚 in which you give your ex boyfriend another chance

contains- swearing, mention of breakup, mention of neglect & disregard of feelings, crying, little bit of sad little bit of happy

“mom asked about you,” matt blurts out, looking to his lap while he twiddles with his thumbs.

you had broken up with matt the week before, and had been coming over to collect your things in several trips, hoping you would be able to avoid matt. this time, he was sitting on the couch when you pushed your way inside, so there was no avoiding him. he looked smaller than normal, hunched over in a way he usually wasn’t. you approached him, noticing his puffy face when he looked up to you. had he been crying? certainly. and it seemed he had been for a long time.

“oh..” you say awkwardly, setting your backpack down on the couch. “did she?”

matt nods his head, his eyes darting back to his lap. he knew he had messed up, and he was feeling every ounce of guilt for what he said about you to his friend.

“can we talk, like seriously, please?” he pleads, his eyes briefly meeting yours. tears prodded at your eyes from seeing him this way. it was terrible to see him so shaken, but it felt nice knowing he still cared and this wasn’t any easier for him.

“matt…” you sigh, taking a seat next to him. “what could there possibly be to talk about? i feel like we’ve exhausted all avenues at this point.” you knew the breakup would be the hardest one you have ever had to go through, because matt was different. you felt such a strong connection to him in your soul, and he loved and cared for you like no other. your love was better than the movies, but the repetitive nature of matt’s unwillingness to hear what you were saying had gotten old and driven the two of you apart.

“no, y/n, please just hear me-,” he says softly, setting something inside of you off.

“hear you out?!” you furrow your brow, raising your voice. “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

matt remains silent as you cross your arms and scoff at his choice of words. “hear you out? matt, the whole fucking reason we broke up is because you could never do that for me!” you shout, tears spilling from your eyes. you two had communicated about the breakup, but always had left things unsaid in the end. this time, you wanted to be sure you said everything you wanted to. you sigh deeply in attempt to calm yourself down, wiping your hands down your face.

once he comes back into your line of vision, your heart drops at the sight of his body hunched over and shaking. his head was in his hands as he sobbed, and your attitude changed instantly. in the two years you had been together, you never saw him cry.

“matt?” you whisper, softly placing a hand against his back. “i’m sorry, i’m just frustrated. i shouldn’t have yelled like that.”

“you had every right to,” he sniffles, looking up at you once he has calmed down. “i messed up.” another tear rolls down his cheek.

“y/n, i’m sorry,” he says, grabbing your hand in his own. “so, so, so, so, so, so sorry. you’re everything to me, y’know that?” he asks, his voice cracking as he tries to hold his tears back. “everything i have ever wanted, everything i have ever needed. there’s nobody like you. i am so truly and deeply in love with you, i can’t just let you walk away from me.”

“matt…” you start, earning a ‘shush’ from him. a blush creeps up on your cheeks as he speaks, a small smile spreading across your face.

“i know i messed up, and i know sorry won’t cut it, but i just want you to know how genuinely sorry i am. i never meant to hurt you, neglect you, disregard your feelings, none of that. i don’t want to start over with anyone else. i don’t want anyone in your place but you. you are the only one for me in this lifetime and the next,” he continues, his nose clogged from the crying he had done. “this is what couples do, right? they fight, they have misunderstandings…but they fix it together. we can fix this together, sweetheart.”

you ponder for a moment, touched by matt’s sincere words. maybe he was right, maybe you could fix this together. maybe you did overreact a little when you broke things off, but that’s a conversation for another time.

“yeah,” you finally say, a small smile on your face. “i think we can work things out,” you continue, and matt practically jumps on you. “but wait.”

you giggle, pulling away from him for a second to speak in a serious tone. “you have to promise me you’ll try to be better at listening to me when i speak.” matt frantically nods his head, wrapping his arms around your waist. he looks up at you with the sweetest eyes that you’ve missed so dearly, and you know you made the right decision.

“i thought i had lost you for good,” he breathes out, enveloping you in a tight embrace. “i was so scared…”

“matt, you could never lose me for good. i love you too much for that.”

“good, because i’m not going anywhere now that you’re back. now, how about we call mom?” he smiles, and everything in the world feels right again.

[dollarbils]

nothing like your tattoos | b.eilish

billie eilish x fem!reader

context. when you spend the night together, billie never fails to leave in a hurry.

warnings. angst, kind of suggestive, little bit of fluff (this is SO dramatic i’m sorry 🤧) not proof read

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her skin was sweaty as you traced her tattoos, baby hairs sticking to her forehead, and her chest beating up and down, to the softening rhythm of her breath, reminding you of previous events.

“okay, i gotta go baby, that alright?” even though she spoke as if it was, it wasn’t a question. but regardless, she made no attempt to move, no effort to escape your grasp.

“what do you think about me?” she raised her eyebrows, clearly confused.

“what do you mean?” riddled with your words, she awaited clarification. but when you didn’t speak, she grew worried.

“baby? what’s wrong?” her genuine concern never failed to fool you, trick you into believing her words of comfort. but the result was always the same. her absence.

“what am i to you?” she clearly didn’t like the sound of that question. unsure of its proper answer and naturally, of a response that would satisfy you.

“why would you ask me that?” disappointment spread across your features, unmistakably.

“you’re nothing like your tattoos.” she seemed amused now, puzzled by your misleading words.

“what do you mean?” she turned to look at you, careful not to move her hand as you traced the fairies that littered it.

“there’s nothing permanent about you.” her expression faded, a sense of sadness taking place instead.

“hey,” she caressed your face before speaking, demanding your attention, “i’ll stay, if you want me to.” and you knew it was honest. she would, she’d do it for you, but never of her own accord.

“that’s not what i want.” you sat up, and out of her grasp as she followed.

“then what do you want?” the question was too complicated for a simple response.

“i want you to want me.” her breath hitched slightly, almost faint enough to miss.

“i do want you.” she brought her hand to your face in attempt to comfort you. but her words were empty, meaningless. because she was never clear about her true feelings behind them.

“no you don’t, not really. i’m just a good fuck to you.” you said it like you were disgusted, disappointed in yourself for letting it get this far.

“good? don’t underestimate yourself babe, you’re a whole lot more than good.” a hint of humour could be found in her tone but it wasn’t amusing. not to you, not under the circumstances.

“billie, that’s not the point.” your saddened expression gave her the hint that the humour was misplaced.

“sorry, i just- i guess i just don’t know what you want from me.” she was lying through her teeth, fully aware of what you desired.

“oh please! you know exactly what i’m talking about.” she looked away for a second, taking a moment to think.

“i’m just not one for relationships. it’s too much for me.” she rubbed your cheek with her thumb, sending a river of mixed signals and emotions.

“well this,” you gestured between the two of you, “it’s too little for me. i can’t do this with you anymore.” you made a move to get up, shifting away from her, but she pulled you back by the arm.

“wait, no. i can’t lose you.” she seemed surprised by her own words, as if it was more of a reflex rather than a conscious expression of her feelings.

“that’s tough then, billie. because you’re not even willing to try.” when she didn’t say anything, nothing to confirm nor deny, you grew frustrated.

“whatever bils, I’m sorry i can’t keep this up. but it just hurts too much.” her eyes were teary when you turned away from her, your own tears now spilling down your face.

“i can’t promise permanence but i can promise you i’ll try.” she said it all at once, a desperate plea. you almost didn’t catch her words.

“what?” you turned around to look at her. her eyes were big, her lips plump. it was so hard not to fall in love with her.

“i just want to be with you. i don’t care how, i just need you in my life.” she chewed on her lip, a physical expression of her stomach churning out of anticipation.

“really?” your emotions neared disbelief. not quite sure if anything was real.

“yeah. please let me stay. i want to stay.” you nodded and she kissed you like you were hers. she kissed you like she wanted the feeling tattooed on to her lips forever.

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“shh .. i got you baby.. just hold onto me .”

its currently 5am .. ive been watching edits of dae-ho &the salesman all fuckin night .. save me ? [ kitty is screaming rn .]

TRIGGERED!NEEDY!DAE-HO KANG [ PLAYER 388 ] x SOFT!GIRLFRIEND!BLACK!READER smut / fluff — 18+

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SUMMARY - tossing and turning, the thought of you dying in the next game is hunting dae-ho, eating him from the inside out nd making his night sleepless .. but you know just how to comfort him nd help him sleep thru the night .

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dae-ho having PTSD, nightmares, #realmencry, cockwarming to sleep, semi-public sex, mommy kink, daddy kink, cuminside, creamypie, breeding kink, breast play, tit-sucking, babying, rubbing against one nd another, dry-humping (personally my favorite), pussywhipped dae-ho (pussydrunk), cockdrunk reader, both sub; little bit of softdom, “goodboy”, aftercare, lovemaking, praises, bitting, sloppy, heavy breathing, panting .. yk the drill [ ALSO USE OF [name] AS IN ( Y/N ) and YOU SO NO PRONOUNS ]

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DAE-HO WAS TOSSING AND TURNING .. THE IDEA OF YOU DYING AND HIM NOT BEING ABLE TO SAVE YOU WAS EATING HIM ALIVE .. his soft mutters .. “[name] please .. i cant lose you ..”

you were on the bed right on side of him, half asleep and half awake .. listening to his whimpering and soft cries .

the thoughts of how you guys were back at home, always cuddled up whenever one or the other was upset or frustrated .. you guys were a tied together .. soulmates because you both can always feel when something is wrong with the other person .

you fell upset .. thinking hard about what to do, he’d always take care of you and now it was your turn to take care of him .

“dae .. sweetface ?” you called out in a soft tone, but didnt get his attention

quickly lifting your head up to turn to him, you notice the heavy breathing as his body rosed up and down quickly, he was panting .. pillow covering his ears arms locked against his head to keep the pillow in place ..

he having a panic attack.

you jumped up too your knees crawling to his mattress on the floor and touched his cheek making his eyes flicker open like a little baby as the tears started to fall down his cheeks .

“ohh you poor baby .. dae-ho — im here i promise ..” you whispered into his ear as he shook his head no a struggled to maintain his voice on his own as more and more tears fell out his eyes .

you found ahold onto his hand as you softly drew circles around his palm .. and lingered his hand to touch your face .. to bring him back to reality with the touch of the person he truly loved, adored, appreciated, and cared for .

a loud gasp of air was lifted from him, as his eyes fully opened and locked with yours .. his panting slowed but body still was shaking .

he mumbled some “no ..no no no..” as he backs away with a shaking breath trying to focus..

his hand stayed on your face, as you watch him back away you frowned as you pushed your closer sitting on his massive thigh, taking his other hand and placing it on the other side of your face .. staring deeply into his eyes .. “baby .. listen to me dae-ho .. listen to my voice —i am here ..your not gonna lose me —i promise”

“[name] .. ohh pleasee.. pleasee [name]” he whined and whimpered to you .

you nodded your head with a brief sigh which turned into a bright smile as he said your name .. your dae-ho .. you’d helped him just like times before and succeeded .. you were proud of yourself .

dae-ho sighed, throwing his head back with a whine ..

you watched this sight as the hot feeling between your legs started to rise just as your squeezed your legs between his thighs staring at his sweaty form .

his dark eyes lingered to you as he right the heat rise around you both .. he smiled watching you staring rubbing his fingers against your face catching your attention again .

“my [name], my angel ..” he whispered as he softly pulled your head to his lips leaving a soft wet kiss on your forehead then onto the lips .

you chuckled lowly, as you changed position wrapping your legs around his hips now .. a silent moan falling out of both of ur mouths as your wetness touched his half hardened cock.

ignore it, you look at his sweaty form once more before rolling his shirt upwards from the bottom, “your so sweaty baby.. lets take all of this off ..”

he didnt do anything just hummed in agreement, he rosed his arms up as you lifted yourself up to the taller male pulling his shirt all the way off .. and placed wet kisses against his neck, shoulders and collar bone .

his breath increased as you sat back down onto his hard .. groan falling out his mouth as u kissed his chest more ..

“shh .. stay quiet.”

he nodded rapidly, as you smiled and kissed his lips ..

“remember .. at the beach ?” you mumbled to him as he nodded watching you closely as you rubbed against his body with ur hands and slowly started to hump his hard .. brushing ur clothed pussy again his problem .

“mm—uahh~..mhm..” he hummed back to you, “mmm~ ff.. when we soo sleepy but horny ?” you lift your head from his neck looking into his eyes with a gentle smile kissing his cheek .

moving kisses all around his face, his nose, his cheek, his chin, his jaw and the crown of his head and lastly his lips .. a passionate soft but gentle delicate, kiss .

“can you picture us there again for me ?”

his head fell back once more as you started to rolling your hips against his more and more, building up the pace, now moving ur hands to his shoulders to stay steady on his lap .

you chuckle to yourself as the moans escape both of your mouths .. “can you do that for me dae-ho .. huh baby please ?” he nodded too afraid to speak .

you moved quickly as you removed your jacket, slipped out of ur shirt .. nd quickly let your pants fall to the floor .. dae-ho watched all of this as his dick grew harder and harder by the second nd moaned as you pulled his pants along with his boxers down for his thick fat heavy cock fall out .. glistening to the low red and blue light as his angry hot pink tip shined with pre-cum leaking out .

he moaned out a little louder this time as you pressed yourself against him .. “shhh .. give me a second ..” you let out a couple of soft moans as you pulled ur panties to the side exposing your wet pussy to his leaking cock, letting your juices fall onto his length .

you both watched closely before looking up into each other eyes, you smiled at him before sliding ur pussylips on the side of his dick, back and forth holding onto his shoulders as he held onto ur waist .

he sucked in a sharp breath before moving one hand to your tits, squeezing them and pulling at ur nipples as you threw your head back letting out low moans holding onto him tighter .

he continued this act, as his head rolled back repeatedly and stared at the frame of both of ur bodies touching, trailing his eyes back to your shape, your breast, shoulders, neck and ur face structure .

he looked at your breast once more before looking up at you with pleasing look, and you nodded “go ahead.. ask be a good boy and ask .”

he whined, before stared into your eyes as he opened his mouth and moans fell out .. “aaah~ please ma-mommy please —“ you frowned at him, “please what hm ? tell me .”

“can.. i-i—ahh~ please.. i cant .” he whimpered as his head fell to your shoulder .. you were teasing him, everything he opened his mouth you grind ur clit again his tip rubbing the your pussy against his dick fasting and faster .. “yes you can” you cupped his face into ur hand giving him a sloppy kiss, “you can .. say it for my baby .. i wanna hear you voice —you know i love it .”

he chased after your lips after you pulled around before looking at u with a pleading face once again .. “boobies .. can i suck them please mommy—aah~ please—“

you smiled and nodded, your head fell to his shoulder as he lashed onto your boob, sucking it gently but hungrily though filled your head of the times you were home and dae-ho would randomly ask to suck them .

you’d never decline his offer .. he even came up with scenarios of WHEN he’d get you pregnant and ur breast would be full of milk for the baby and HIM .

you giggled to yourself at the memory forgetting you both were in this huge room trapped .. “thinking about impregnating me hm ?” you hummed to him as you fed your boob to him, “aren’t you .. thinking about me being all round with full breast leaking with milk ?”

he nodded rapidly as your hand moved to the back of his head pushing his face into ur breasts .. just as his other hand came and pulled at ur untouched breast .

you moaned a little loud as you bit onto his shoulder holding yourself together as you started to grind faster then before .. the feeling of a knot came and felt as if you every were going to explode..

rubbing faster and faster as dae-ho pulled away from ur chest and held onto ur waist helping you move, “gonna cummmm~ gon-aagh~ gonna c-cummm baby—please .”

he pressed his lips against yourself, giving you another sloppy kiss as you both moaned and whimpered into each others mouths, “can-can i cum inside~ mm~ please wanna make u a mommy—want you to make me daddy—angel pleaseee- i cant take it anymore ahh~”

you nodded as you quickly pushed his dick into ur cunt .. “yes yess~ ahh~ wanna make you a daddy—i want itt now pleasee~~!”

you both moaned outt as you started bouncing and he thrusted upwards to let his dick meet your cunt halfway, the sounds of sloppy wet skin slapping grew loud, your ass slapping against his thigh, the sweat against both of your bodies increasing heavily .

“cum with me princess .. please—gonna make you a mommy i promise—gonna fill you up .”

you moaned out a yes, nodding and quickened your bounces, “yes yes yesss!! we’re going to be—a mommy and daddyyy~ ahh~ im cummingg—ohhh dae-hooo..pleaseee!”

hearing you moan out his name, he snapped as his load poured into you .. lots of white substance flowing deep into your cunt .. as your eyes rolled at the feeling you kissing his lips and released yourself as your cum combined with his farming a lake deep inside of your cunt.. your head fell onto his shoulder as he babbled .

“loveeeee—loveyouusomuch ‘mmm~” you nodded at his words, opening ur mouth so reply but moans and whines just fell out .

“soo warmmm.. ahh-soo fff-fucking tight still.” he moaned as you continued to bounce teaching both of your highs, your pussy tighten around him.. it felt like a glove—a glove that was made just to fit dae-ho .

just as you were about to get up, he pulled you back down .. “no.nononooo—cant leave this warm tight cuntt—i love itt— i love youuu—[name] i love you so much ..” he whined “just keep it in okay—iloveyouuu~”

you were panting.. “i-iloveyoumore—i dooo ahh~” you moaned out in a rush just as he started to roll his hips inside of you as your eyes rolled back—having him inside of you felt like heaven on earth and he couldn’t agree more .

“cant keep still—fuckkinggg hell.. this cunt was made for me—righttt princesss~~?” he whimpered to you as u noddeddd, “yesss yesss~ a million times yess baby—“ you couldnt hold back ur moans anymore just as your pussy tighten against him and again ..

“fuckkkkk—fuck!”

your lips fell onto his as you gave him a clean passionate kiss full of love as you felt yourself releasing your juices once again — “cumm—cumming baby..im cuming againnn~”

“me too—cmonnn, cum with me” he holding you in his lap just as your body started to shake, he bites the side of your neck gently to hold in his moans as u held on his shoulders bouncing more and more .

“pleasee—dae-ho cum inside me.. we-we’ll finally have a family—once we get out of this.. me .. you and our baby” you whined into his ear as you placed his hand on ur womb feeling himself go deeper inside of you after every bounce .. “babies—our babies [name]..”

you nodded as your bounces got sloppier, you were closer then before .

tighten your pussy around his cock u babbled to him and he babbled back repeating praise to one and another .

he whimpered and moaned as he held onto tightly as he was closer and closer as usual bouncing getting both of you off .. “shhh—shh .. i got you baby —ah-just hold onto mm~ .. me” you spoke with moans and pants ..

a moment of silence moans as you both reach the climax and the feeling over but of substances mixing with the old cum building up deep deep in your womb now—the panting of you both fill the room .

“sooo good angel.. fuckk soooo damn good.” he spoke while panting, lifting ur head up to rest his forehead against yours .. “mm~~ feels so warmm dae-ho” you yawned to him ..

eyes trying hard to blink away the sleepiness .. “i knowww .. gotta keep it like this—so we can have our babies okay ?”

you noddedd humming small “yes.. yess i know” lowly as your eyes closed .

“[name], cmonn baby—“ you whined as he changed position with you .. staying inside but slowly moving your back to touch the mattress as he lay on top of you .

“stayy—stay ahh-mm~please” dae-ho thrust into you a couple of times before resting his head on side of yours , “i ammm i amm~ fuckk—im sorry—couldnt help myself—you feel so warm..”

you chuckled to yourself and kissed his cheek just as your eyes closed again—“i love you dae-ho.. i love you so much more then you know it—i love you and our now unborn child” dae-ho was smiling ear to ear as he placed his hand over your belly and you placed your on top of his .

“i love you and our unborn child more—i promise we’ll make it out of here ..” you smiled at him and kissed his cheek then lips .

sloppy wet kissing between the two of you was passionate and pleasing .. right before the sleepiness took over the both of you—dae-ho threw the blank over your guys and kissed your forehead as you were now sleeping and planted his head in your neck and fell asleep as well .

.. SHORTLY AFTER THE LIGHTS WERE BACK ON IN THE ROOM — AS THE GROUP GOT UP THEY TURN TO SEE YOU GUYS STILL ASLEEP.. “dont even wake them—they were at it all night.” gi-hun stated rolling his neck with a sigh and walked ahead of the group .

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REMINDER ✶ LEE HEESEUNG

( M.LIST ) ╱ f! reader 𓈒𓈒𓈒 slightly toxic & suggestive themes skinship kissing ─── wc 1k> : sum. breaking up with your ex & going to a party was one bad idea enough, but going back to him for what seemed like the millionth time after seeing him with a girl that wasn't you was a story on its own.

YOU AND LEE HEESEUNG WERE SO OVER. At least, that's what you thought. After breaking up with him for the ninth time this week and constantly having an on and off relationship with him for the past month—you believed that this was the last and official breakup. Not a chance were you going to settle for a man who didn't know exactly what he wanted, and nor was Lee Heeseung going to settle for someone who loved to toy with him. 

It was a push and pull relationship, to say the least. Though, most times it seemed like there was more of a pull than push. It felt as if every time you saw him—or even near him for fact—you got into a zone. But not this time. 

Or so, that's what you thought.

Maybe you were just greedy for his love, but seeing him enter the party with a girl that wasn't you two weeks after the breakup was driving you insane. You eyed them from across the room, burning holes into the back of Heeseung’s head.

The music thrummed in the air, drowning out the noise of conversation and laughter. Your fingers tightened around the cup in your hand, crinkling the plastic till it seemed unusable. Heeseung was laughing, his head thrown back slightly as he leaned in closer to her. 

You told yourself you didn't care. That you wouldn't let him get to you anymore. But the way his hand rested so comfortably on her back, guiding her through the crowded room and how his arm snaked around her waist pissed you off.

You observed them closely, your eyes never leaving their figure even as you ordered another shot. Your friends could tell that you were so out of it, and they know the exact reason why, but all you said to them was “Everything is fine.” 

Lie. Nothing was fine, and seeing Heeseung give her a kiss on her cheek was enough to send you spiraling. You had enough of his bullshit. 

Setting down your drink on the nearest table, you straighten your posture as you take out a mirror for touch-ups before walking over to them. Each step felt heavy with jealousy and frustration, masked with your self confidence. 

Heeseung’s laugh faltered when he noticed your walking figure. His smile stiffened, his hand immediately slipping away from the girl’s waist to rest at his side. You could only widen your smirk. 

“Hey, Hee,” you said, your voice honey-sweet, as you placed a hand on his chest, making him flinch. “Can I borrow you for a second?” 

It was as if you didn't even notice his date, until she cleared her throat, catching your attention. “Oh, I’m sorry! You don't mind if I steal him for a moment, do you? We just have some…things to talk about.” You smiled. 

His date took a glance at you, then at Heeseung, sensing the tension between you two. “Uh…I’ll just…grab a drink,” she mumbled, stepping away from the scene. 

Heeseung turned back to you, his jaw tightening. “What do you want?” he asked, his voice laced with frustration. 

You leaned in slightly, letting your hands trial lightly over the fabric of his shirt, resting just above his heart. The warmth of his skin seeps through the material as his breath hitches at the sudden contact. 

“Remind me why we’re taking a break,” you muttered, tilting your head as if you were clueless to why.

His brows furrowed as he tried pulling away, but your hand stayed firmly on his chest, following the movement like a magnet. “We talked about this,” he said, his voice firmer than before, though the way his gaze flickered to your lips gave everything you needed to know. “You said it was better for the both of us.” 

“And you agreed,” you countered smoothly, your tone low and intimate as you closed the gap again. “But does it really feel better, Heeseung? Because it doesn't for me.” 

His eyes searched yours, conflicted. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and you knew you had him exactly where you wanted. Your thumb traced a small, absentminded circle against his chest, and you could feel his heart racing beneath your touch. 

“We’re not good for each other.” he said, though it sounded like he was trying to convince himself rather than you.

“Maybe,” you admitted, your lips curving into a sly smile as you trailed up to his jaw. “But that's never stopped us before, has it?” 

Heeseung exhaled shakily, his hands twitching at his sides as if debating if he should pull away from you or pull you closer. His gaze flickered down to your lips for what felt like the tenth time, then back up to meet your eyes. 

“Come on, Hee.” you whispered, almost like a plea as you leaned in your head closer to his. “Show me why I can’t seem to let go of you.” 

That was it. His hands finally moved—not to push you away, but to grip your waist, pulling you against him. His lips crashed onto yours, the kiss desperate, almost punishing. It was messy and filled with all the unresolved emotions neither of you had dared to admit aloud.

Nothing else existed as his lips were on yours. Not the party, not the girl he’d been with earlier, not even the reasons you’d broken up. Just the two of you, tangled up in each other once again.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “This is a mistake,” he murmured, though his hands on your waist told a different story.

“Then let’s make it together,” you whispered, pulling him back in before he could change his mind.

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fool for you | kang dae-ho

・❥・ summary: best friend dae-ho gets jealous when he sees you flirting with someone else ・❥・word count: 630 ・❥・warnings: angst, sad dae-ho ・❥・ authors note: im so sry i have so much angst in my soul this week. this was a request from this list. feel free to request any!

Dae-Ho’s fist clenched at his sides, the food on his lap long forgotten as his eyes focused on the only thing that could make him feel like this. His blood was boiling, his fingers flexing in his hands as he fought the urge to walk over there. It wasn’t like he had a say, it wasn’t like he could control who you spent your time with but, man, if it didn’t hurt. Why on Earth you had taken an interest in the eccentric, purple haired junkie was a mystery to him. Then again, it wasn’t like he had told you his feelings. No, he couldn’t. You were just friends. Best friends even if he had thought about you as more than that for a long time.

He tore his eyes away from you, unable to watch as you flirty patted Thanos on the arm. That was more than his stomach could handle. Picking the food up, he shoved it to the side on the floor. If he’d even had an appetite, it was long gone by now. The ache in his chest all but consumed him.

“Hey, you good?” Your cheerful voice sounded beside him. Huh, when had you even approached him? Must have been too lost in his thoughts to even realise.

“What? Me, yeah!” He plastered a fake smile on his face, shifting his body a little so he could look at you making sure to avoid direct eye contact. You knew him far too well that the second you looked into his eyes, you’d know something was up.

“Good because I need to talk to someone,” a near squeal passed your lips. “Thanos said when we get out of here he’ll take me for a drink and I swear my heart almost beat out of my chest. He’s just so handsome and funny and he ma-”

“Can you stop talking about him for one second?” Dae-Ho cut you off, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Frankly, I don’t give a damn about him or what he does to your poor little heart.”

His outburst took you aback. Curious eyes examined his face. You noticed the clenched jaw, the way his hair was a mess from how many times he’d been running his hand through it. Oh. “You’re jealous?”

Dae-ho almost protested but what was the point in lying now? You had figured him out and there was no denying it. Anyone with eyes could see he was acting like a jealous fool. Jealousy wasn’t something he had ever experienced this deep before but his feelings for you were so pure, the thought of you with anyone else hurt. It hurt a lot. 

“I - I… yeah, I am. I think you can do so much better than him,” he nodded his head in Thanos’ direction.

“He’s not that bad.”

“Just do me a favour and don’t talk about him in front of me anymore, okay? I can’t handle it. Please spare me. If you care about me in any way, just… don’t.”

He got up to walk away but you grabbed the sleeve of his jacket trying to pull him back down. “Dae-ho, wait. Please don’t walk away.”

“Sorry.” With a frown on his face and an ache in his heart, he walked away trying to put as much distance between you as he could while he got his feelings in check.

[unabletonotlovesatoru]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ teddy’s notes: spider-man! midoriya because it makes sense. not proofread!! sorry for mistakes . also i want to specify that izuku really reminds me of tom hollands portrayal of peter parker, literally two puppy eyed losers, so obvi that movie is more of an inspiration than tasm.

spider-man! midoriya, who’s been called useless and felt the same thing his entire life only for it to change when a curious spider bit into his arm. now, he can at least do something and even if it mostly goes unnoticed by civilians and stuff — he doesn’t care because the sense of justice and duty in him is too strong. but he does dream of his favourite hero, all might, noticing him one day.

spider-man! midoriya, who has to get a new school uniform because not only is he taller than he was before, but he is also wider and overall bigger, which needs to be hidden, obviously. although, kacchan does notice the fact that he’s the same height as him now, even a little bit taller, which becomes something everyone likes to tease the blond about. bakugou on the other hand is fucking furious, demanding izuku tell him how he got so tall right fucking now, or i’ll kill ya, nerd.

spider-man! midoriya, who hides his proud grin whenever he overhears people being impressed with his abilities as they watch videos that other civilians took. videos of him flying around, hanging from his self-made webs and apprehending bad guys he encounters, and it’s a nice feeling until someone starts to bash him for stealing police’s work. police could never be like him tho!!

spider-man! midoriya, who sleeps for 2-3 hours every night and comes to school with cuts and bruises and spends his time thinking of how he can improve and be a better hero. he does hours of research and spends all of his scholarship on different materials and stuff that could make his suit more durable and resistant to all kinds of things: tears, rips, rain and all that.

spider-man! midoriya, who thinks he’s so slick with everything and he’s got everything under control. little does he know about you, silently watching him from afar.

spider-man! midoriya, who despite being gifted with an amazing eyesight, is blind to your surveillance of his behaviour. how you notice every time he disappears in the middle of a lesson after taking a brief look at his phone, how he forces himself to slow down when p.e. classes come around and pretends to not be able to pull himself up more than 4-5 times, which only gets a delighted howl from katsuki, the self-proclaimed “best”. you notice how he winces sometimes, bracing a hand against the table as the other clutches his side or his ribcage and how he stays late after chemistry classes. maybe it’s just that you like him so much that it makes you be so observant of him, however there’s something off about izuku midoriya.

spider-man! midoriya, who thought he was a magnet for trouble, but you seem to wear that title just as easily as him.

spider-man! midoriya, who saves you because for some reason you attract trouble like no one else does. someone tries to pickpocket when you lean down to feed a stray kitten, you nearly walk into a pole when you’re too immersed in whatever you’re watching on your phone, or someone almost runs you over when you’re crossing the road — izuku really doesn’t understand how it happens so many times.

spider-man! midoriya, who is pleasantly surprised by the newfound connection between the two of you. he doesn’t mind spending unnecessary amounts of time walking you home through the long path so he can continue rambling and dodge your silly questions about his abilities and how did he get them, thoroughly enjoying the frustration that covers your features. you don’t even know it’s him, your classmate of two years now — izuku midoriya, who is the proclaimed nerd of the said class.

spider-man! midoriya, who didn’t even know you were this talkative since he always hangs out with the same people and the only reminder of your presence in class is when the teacher is checking the attendance. you’re always somewhere in the background yet you always seem to know what they’re talking about. maybe it’s because mina seems to be friends with you and since her mouth is like a unstoppable force once opened you slide into the conversation very easily, and no one seems to mind. after meeting you one too many times as spider-man, izuku’s attention always somehow drifts to you yet he doesn’t notice the familiarity that sometimes fogs your gaze as you listen to his replies attentively.

spider-man! midoriya, who has to cover his face so no one notices how red it is when he accidentally catches you doodling spiders in your notebook.

spider-man! midoriya, who is delighted to be paired with you for a project. you offer to study at his place, referring to your house as ‘too loud’, and izuku is totally fine with it. he has no idea that you’re already sitting in his room by the time he’s done with his usual patrol routine.

spider-man! midoriya, who slides into his room through the window and when he turns the lights on, the last thing he expects to see is your shocked face: brows nearly disappearing into your hairline, eyes wide open, mouth ajar and ready to scream.

[dwtpsychward]

when they joined vcs and played games with him on stream meanwhile they apparently were all icked out by him and thought he was a massive red flag but all he did was have fun playing his favorite games with people

going to cry myself to sleep this is literally me in highschool. being autistic in a world made for neurotypical people :(( thinking someone's your friend but they all actually talk shit about you and deep down you know the "red flags" are your autistic traits cause it feels like everyone was given a handbook on social rules except you. being a Dream stan is witnessing someone be bullied the way you were when you were just trying your best and having no power to protect them.

i think this is why it hits me so hard like i see myself in dream and understand how frustrating and confusing this all is. before i really thought him being an open nd creator it would change the way everyone treats nd people in general (with stimming, talking about his struggles with it AND medications, etc) but instead its been turned to normalizing ableism against someone and using their nd traits for their narrative that hes evil because of a reason everybody understands except for us apparently.

with dreams community consisting of a lot of nd fans its us just watching him get overloaded with ableism in tenfold and not being able to do anything about it because when you say "its because of his autism" YOURE the one they call ableist. when you try to explain why he said something a certain way they say "well he shouldve said it better". when you explain why he types essays to fully explain what he has to say they say "thats too much just get to the point". when he says only a few words they say "why didnt he say more than that". it is incessant nitpicking and asking someone (let alone someone who is nd) to be absolutely perfect to fit their own criteria yet no matter what he does is not good enough for them which causes every situation to end with only frustration on dreams part. they are not willing to fix any problems with someone who they dont care to understand

[heartsforjh]

I saw your post saying you'd cook writing something for Luke.

Sooo.....

Luke childhood friends to lovers would be pretty cool

ofc! thanks sm for the request 🙂🫶 fair warning: i did not in fact cook, this is more like a snack 😭

“so… can i get your number before i go? maybe we can hang?” ethan edwards, one of the hockey players from school, asks. his tone is casual but there’s a flicker of hope in his eyes.

you smile, holding your hand out for his phone.

“sure, why not?”

you punch your number into his phone, your fingers brushing against the screen as the room buzzes with laughter and music. handing it back, you grin. “there you go.”

ethan thanks you before heading off, and you take a sip of your drink, the cold fizz tingling against your lips. the exchange admittedly, leaves you feeling giddy. you’re stood leaning against the counter top, before a sharp voice immediately drags you out of your thoughts.

“the fuck was that?” you freeze, instantly recognizing the voice. it’s Luke’s—your best friend since you were in diapers. his tone is irritated, and when you turn around, you’re met with his all too familiar, towering frame. it would be intimidating if this wasn’t the same boy you used to watch cry over having to do homework as a kid.

“what was what?” you ask, surprised by his sudden tone. casually, you take another sip of your drink.

“i’m serious! what was that?!” he repeats, his voice more insistent now.

you sigh, placing your drink on the counter and giving him your full attention. “what do you mean? he asked for my number, so i gave it to him.”

Luke runs a hand through his long hair, visibly stressed. “so what— you guys are a thing now?”

you blink, caught off guard by his reaction. “oh my gosh. just because he has my number doesn’t mean we’re a thing… not yet, at least.”

you can’t help but tease him a little, curious about the frustration he’s displaying. something about his reaction feels… different, almost protective.

“that’s my friend! you can’t just… you can’t do that with my friends!” his voice rises slightly, cracking in a way that betrays the emotion he’s trying to hide.

“why not? they’re not just your friends Luke.” you frown, not happy about the possessiveness in his tone. this isn’t the first time he’s acted this way. growing up, he always had a hard time sharing—specifically his teammates or neighborhood friends. he had no problem playing dress up but firmly shut you out when it came to anything with the boys.

Luke exhales sharply, his shoulders slumping. “its not ethan i care about, y/n. it’s you. you’re mine. i love you, and i don’t want ethan—or anyone else—to have you.”

the words hang in the air, thick and heavy. your mouth fallls open slightly, shock washing over you. Luke looks just as stunned, whatever bit of confidence he had found before already crumbling as he runs a hand down his face.

“forget it. just… forget i said anything y/n. do whatever you want.” he moves to leave, his frustration spilling into his steps. he’s quick to try to up and leave.

but you’re quicker. grabbing his arm, you step in front of him, blocking his path. instinctively you stroke your thumb on his arm in a comforting way, and you tilt your head up to look at him. you’re so close now, the faint smell of his cologne filling the small space between you.

“first of all, Luke, don’t ever walk away from me like that.” you say firmly, voice soft but unwavering. “second of all, i love you too.”

he sighs. “no y/n i mean it like—”

you cut him off, your voice steady and reassuring. “i know exactly what you meant. i said i love you too.”

“wait—you do?” he asks, his voice quiet and, expression of disbelief.

you nod, a soft growing on your face “i’ve loved you since we were kids Luke. i think i knew the day quinn ripped my barbie’s head off and you got into a fight with him over it.”

Luke lets out a breathy laugh, glancing down before meeting your eyes again. “that was second grade. i’ve known i loved you since kindergarten, when you let me have the last blue Play-Doh. so, technically, i’ve got you beat.

you roll your eyes, laughing softly. “not everything’s a competition, Luke.”

“really? cuz it feels like i’ve been in competition for you my whole life.” he admits, only half joking. he somehow finds the confidence to snake his arms around your waist.

“come on lu. nobody could ever compare to you in my book.”

his cheeks flush slightly, and he grins, sheepish but hopeful. “you mean that?”

“of course i do.” you say softly.

“so… uh… wanna be my girlfriend?” the words tumble out quickly, his confidence once again faltering as he runs the back of his neck.

you laugh, shaking your head. “what was that?

he groans, looking at the ceiling for a moment before repeating himself, slower this time. “do you wanna be my girlfriend? it’s okay if not, i just really—”

“of course i do!” you cut him off, grinning up at him. he lets out a sigh of relief, hand falling back to your side, gently caressing up and down.

“hey.” he says suddenly, glancing towards the door. “let’s ditch this party.”

you nod without hesitation, lettting him take your hand and lead you toward the exit. the two of you walked in as friends, but as you step out into the cool night air, hand in hand, you know you’re leaving as so much more.

sorry for the wait but i really hope y’all enjoyed this one :) next part of the quinny smau is coming out next so keep an eye out!

[immortalbumblebee]

Mom said it's my turn to request!!so anyway👀I love your writing and so I would really like as in Vander x fem!reader where both of them are Mylo's actual biological parentsand just some fluff around them please💙

So this turned more into a Mylo & Reader fluff comfort fic, I hope that's okay! This prompt got me really excited!

Masterlist

Family Ties

You can’t help the soft "oof" that escapes your lips as you lean against the mattress of Mylo’s top bunk. Your feet balance precariously on a rung of the makeshift ladder, while your arms rest atop the edge of the mattress. Carefully, you place a bowl of fruit on the side of the bed. The room is dim, lit only by the faint, flickering glow of a streetlight filtering through the blinds. The rhythmic thud of Mylo’s ball hitting the ceiling fills the small space, a steady beat against the tense silence.

“You want to talk about what happened today?”

Thunk.Thunk.Thunk.

The wooden bunk bed creaks softly beneath the weight of his restless movements. Mylo lies there sprawled out, legs bent awkwardly to accommodate his too-long frame on a bed that hasn't fit him for years. Each toss of the ball is precise, almost mechanical, as though he’s trying to channel all his frustration into the motion.

You stay there, quiet, watching him. Waiting. Mylo’s never been great at hiding his emotions, but pushing him won’t help. You know better.

Finally, the tension breaks.

“We got our asses handed to us out there!” he snaps, the ball clattering against the ceiling with more force than before. It bounces back into his hand, but he doesn’t throw it again. Instead, he props himself up on one elbow, his sharp glare directed at no one in particular. “But I get reamed out while she just gets to mess up without any consequences? How is that fair?”

His voice is tight, the anger barely masking the frustration beneath. He’s not just mad—he’s hurt, and you can see it in the way his hand tightens around the ball.

“I know.” You nod, trying your best to be understanding. “But Powder’s young, and still learning. She needs her older siblings to show her the way sometimes.”

He throws the ball one final time, hard, and it thuds against the ceiling with a force that makes the bunk bed shudder. The ball drops into his lap as he shoots upright, sitting cross-legged now, his sharp gaze locked onto yours.

“Why does everyone let her off easy because of her age, huh?” he demands, his tone heated, though you can tell the anger is masking something deeper. “Just ’cause she’s ‘the baby’ means she can do no wrong!”

You inhale slowly, steadying yourself. “That’s not true,” you say softly, keeping your voice calm and measured. “But we all have to learn our own way—”

“Then we shouldn’t be taking her on jobs!” Mylo snaps, cutting you off mid-sentence. His hands ball into fists, and you can see the frustration etched into every line of his face. “If she’s not capable, why do we have to pick up the slack?”

You catch yourself before the urge to retort takes over. He’s wound so tight he’s practically vibrating, and if you lash out now, it’ll only make things worse.

Instead, you exhale deeply and let the silence linger for a moment, long enough for him to shift uncomfortably under your gaze. Finally, you speak, your tone firm but even. “Because that’s what families do, Mylo. We take care of each other.”

You can feel the seething anger rolling off of him in waves.

“She’s Vi’s family.” He snaps, throwing himself back onto the mattress. “Not mine, remember?”

“Mylo…” You start, but he continues on.

“She makes everything harder,” he mutters eventually, quieter this time. “And I don’t get to mess up. Ever. Claggor and Vi have her back constantly, and you and Dad always have everyone’s back. And I know she's little, but like…I’m supposed to be your son. You’re supposed to have my back, but everyone’s too busy babying her! You know how that feels?”

You try to ignore the daggers stabbing into your heart with every word. Each sharp syllable from Mylo’s mouth cuts deeper than the last, but you remind yourself that he’s young—too young to shoulder the weight he’s been carrying. He’s stubborn, yes, but it’s the same stubbornness you see in yourself and in Vander. It’s a trait that’s both a blessing and a curse. And right now? Gods, he wasn’t making this easy for you.

Rather than snapping or letting your frustration show, you inhale deeply, steadying yourself. You let the silence hang between you for a beat, maybe two, until he shifts uncomfortably, his eyes darting away from yours.

Finally, you speak. Your voice is steady, but there’s a thread of unmistakable warmth beneath the firmness. “You are my son, Mylo.”

You reach out, your hand resting gently on his leg. He stiffens, his body coiling with the same raw energy that’s radiated off him since this conversation began. Then, in one swift motion, he pulls away, retreating like he’s touched a flame.

The rejection stings, more than you care to admit. But you don’t flinch. Instead, you keep your gaze on him, unwavering, as he stares at the floor.

“And Powder is also my daughter,” you continue, your tone softening but losing none of its conviction. “I love you both so much, Mylo. I need you to understand that. But I also love you equally.”

His jaw tightens at the word, his lips pressed into a thin line, but he doesn’t interrupt this time.

“We’re family, my darling,” you say, leaning forward just slightly, trying to close the emotional gap between you. “We look out for each other—not because it’s easy, but because that’s what we do. That’s who we are. You don’t have to like it all the time, and you’re allowed to be angry. But this?” Your voice lowers, growing softer. “This resentment—it’s only going to hurt you.”

For a long moment, Mylo says nothing. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, his knuckles white with tension. Then, finally, he glances up, his expression conflicted. His anger hasn’t fully ebbed, but there’s a flicker of doubt there now, a crack in his armor.

“I just want someone to have my back here…” Mylo’s voice cracks slightly, betraying the vulnerability behind his frustration. He looks away, his jaw set tight, but the weight in his words hangs in the air like a plea he can’t quite bring himself to say outright.

Your chest tightens at his words. You’ve always known how fiercely he feels things, how deeply he longs for validation even when he’s too proud to ask for it.

“I know it feels like you’re alone in this,” you say softly, your voice steady and warm. “But I promise, we’re all on your side. Vander and I are here for you, my darling boy.” You lean forward slightly, your hand hovering near his for a moment before committing to the gesture. “It may not feel like it right now, but I swear, I would take on the whole of the Enforcers for you.”

This time, when your hand brushes his, he doesn’t pull away. His fingers are tense under yours, but the fact that he doesn’t recoil feels like a small victory. Still, he avoids your gaze, his head bowed, the fight in him simmering down to embers.

“And I know your father would do the same,” you add, your tone quieter now, the words almost a whisper.

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything. He just stares at the ball in his other hand, his thumb tracing the worn seam over and over. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low grumble, rough around the edges. “You guys have a funny way of showing it…”

The words sting, even though you know they’re coming from a place of hurt rather than malice. You tighten your grip on his hand just slightly, anchoring both him and yourself.

“We’re not perfect, Mylo,” you admit, your voice tinged with regret. “We’ve made mistakes—so many mistakes—but everything we do, every decision we make, is because we love you and Powder. We’re trying to do what’s best, even when it doesn’t feel like it.”

He snorts, the sound bitter but less sharp than before. “Yeah? Well, maybe you should ask me what’s best for once.”

You nod, letting the comment land without protest. “You’re right,” you say gently. “We should. And I’m sorry if it feels like we haven’t. But I’m listening now, Mylo. Tell me what you need.”

He looks up at you then, just for a fleeting moment, and in his eyes, you see a flicker of something that might be hope. He’s not ready to forgive or forget—not yet—but he’s listening, too.

“What if…” you hum, squeezing his hand gently, “you eat up this fruit, and then meet me upstairs? We can go out? Maybe grab something from the bakery a couple levels down?”

There’s a flicker in his eyes—a spark that’s been missing for too long—and you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips.

“Race you. Parkour style,” he challenges, and there’s a mischievous edge to his tone now, a hint of the boy who used to dart through the alleyways, laughing like the world wasn’t on his shoulders.

At this, you laugh—a full, hearty sound that shakes loose some of the tension still lingering in your chest. “That hardly seems fair. You’re too fast, and I’m far too old.”

He grins, already stuffing the fruit into his mouth like his life depends on it. Juice dribbles down his chin, and you can’t help but shake your head, your scolding finger already poised.

“Chew and swallow before you speak, Mylo,” you admonish lightly, though your voice is filled with warmth.

He holds up a hand in mock surrender, gulping down the fruit as quickly as possible before grinning at you, unabashed. “There. Happy now?”

“Very,” you reply, matching his grin.

“Good, because you’re definitely losing this race, Mom!” he declares, his confidence radiating as he jumps off the bunk and bolts toward the door, practically bouncing with anticipation.

You hop off the ladder yourself, your joints protesting slightly, but you ignore the ache. Stretching out your limbs, you roll your shoulders and grin after him.

“I wouldn’t count on it, my darling,” you call out, your voice light but challenging. “I’ve got a few tricks left up my sleeve.”

Mylo stops in the doorway, turning to give you a look of mock surprise. “Oh yeah? We’ll see about that.”

And just like that, the air between you feels lighter—like the weight that had been pressing down on both of you has finally begun to lift. For a moment, there’s no anger, no resentment, no fear. Just the thrill of the challenge and the bond that no amount of hardship can break.

[szariahwroteit]

Doll House: A Jude Bellingham + Original Character Erotic Series

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 7

Jude didn't feel anger towards Tori for getting flowers from Alex; rather, his pride had taken a hit, and it was enough to cast a shadow over his mood.

Their final day in Dubai before they were set to head back to Madrid was somewhat awkward for both of them.

The private jet they were in was silent, barring the low hum of the plane's engine as they soared through the sky. Despite the plushness and luxury of the private aircraft, Tori felt like she was suffocating in Jude's silence.

“Jude, do you… do you resent me for this?" she asked, breaking the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Jude glanced over at her, surprised by the question. He could see the uncertainty etched on her face, and it tugged at something deep inside him. "Resent you? No, it’s not like that," he replied, trying to keep his tone steady. 

"Then what is it?" she pressed, her eyes searching his. "Because things have been awkward between us since I found the flowers from Alex in my room."

Jude shifted uncomfortably in his plush leather seat, avoiding her penetrating gaze. The last thing he wanted was to let her see how much the whole situation had gotten under his skin. He turned his focus out the oval window, watching the endless clouds drift by, hoping to find the words to ease the tension coiling between them.

“It’s just... complicated,” he finally said, glancing back at her. “I thought we were in a good place, Tori. Then I see those flowers—”

“Jude, I didn’t ask for them. You know that, right?” she interrupted, her voice still soft but edged with desperation.

“I know,” he said, leaning back and running a hand through his tousled hair. “It’s just… it shouldn’t bother me, but it does. And I hate that it does.” He could hear the frustration in his voice, even as he tried to suppress it. 

Tori blinked back the emotions that threatened to spill over. “You’re worried about Alex? About what he thinks?”

“No, not him,” Jude said, shaking his head. “It’s more about us. I’ve been thinking about what we have, and how it could change. I don’t want anyone else intruding. I don't want any other man near you,” 

For a moment, both of them sat in silence, the plane's hum filling the space between them. 

Tori's heart raced at his words, a mix of surprise and elation coursing through her. The tension in the air shifted, charging the space with a palpable energy that made her skin tingle. “You’re jealous,” she said, the corner of her mouth quirking upward almost involuntarily.

Jude shot her a sceptical glance, his brow furrowing. “It’s not that simple.” 

“Isn’t it?” she challenged, leaning forward, the distance between them shrinking. “You care about me. You don’t like the idea of me being with someone else.” 

“What did you expect?” he replied, his voice dropping an octave, thick with possessiveness. “Him sending you those flowers felt like he was trying to taunt me in a way.”

“If that is the case, Jude, you're letting him win by being in this mood. I'm here with you, I don't know Alex and I don't care to. I'm where I want to be, isn't that enough?” she asked. 

Jude's gaze locked onto hers, a swirling mix of emotions churning in his chest. The intensity of her words struck a chord deep within him, but his pride wrestled with his desire to fully let her in. “It's not that simple,” he repeated, though his voice trembled slightly, betraying his inner turmoil. 

Tori sighed, leaning even closer, her heart aching at the vulnerability she sensed in him. “Then help me understand. You’re here, I’m here, and I want you. Can’t you see that? Those flowers don’t change anything between us.”

Jude’s jaw tightened as he processed her words. “It’s just... everything feels so precarious. One moment, I think we’re solid, and then—” 

“And then someone sends me flowers,” she interjected, a hint of impatience flaring in her voice. “But Jude, flowers don’t mean anything if I don’t feel anything. You have to know that by now.”

The sincerity in her eyes ignited a flicker of hope within him, sparking something he had feared to acknowledge. “But I do care,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “And the thought of losing what we have scares me.”

Tori reached out, her fingers brushing against his hand, warmth spreading where they connected. “You won’t lose me unless you push me away. I’m not going anywhere until you push me away. So don’t. Please.”

Jude felt the breath hitch in his throat as he absorbed her words. The distance that had felt so vast moments ago began to close, the electricity between them crackling with urgency. “I don’t want to push you away, Tori.”

“Then don't,” she whispered, her eyes searching his for a sign of reassurance. “Tell me what you want.” 

He hesitated, the weight of his pride battling against the desire to pull her into his arms. “I want you, Tori.” 

“You have me,” she murmured. There was no clear direction in where the situation was heading, nor had they wholly discussed their wants and needs, but she was undoubtedly his—a notion that scared her and made her feel alive all at once.

The hum of the plane faded into the background as Tori’s words hung in the air, heavy with promise. Jude’s heart raced, his mind racing through the possibilities of what it meant to truly let her in. The fear of vulnerability mingled with the thrill of desire, creating a tumultuous storm within him.

“Then let’s stop dancing around this,” he said, his voice steadier now, laced with determination. “I want to be more than just a passing thought in your mind. I want you to choose me.”

Tori’s breath caught in her throat, a mixture of hope and disbelief swirling in her chest. “As long as you choose me.”

Jude nodded, the weight of her words settling over him. “I’m in, Tori. I want to be the one you think of, the man who makes you smile, the one who gets to hold you.”

Tori felt her heart swell at his sincerity, a smile breaking through the tension that had hung between them as she felt her cheeks flush with warmth. “I’d like that.”

He reached for her hand, entwining his fingers with hers. The simple act felt monumental, a bridge towards something more. 

By the time they landed in Madrid, the city was shrouded in the darkness of the chilly winter night. 

The tension that had once stood between Jude and Tori began to morph into something more lustful, a simmering desire that ignited a connection neither of them could ignore. The emotional chasm that had kept them apart gradually closed, replaced by a magnetic force drawing them irresistibly closer, as if they were two celestial bodies orbiting each other in a dance of intimacy and longing.

The moment Jude entered Tori's apartment, he felt an irresistible urge to touch her. He placed soft kisses along the curve of her neck while staying right behind her, his hands resting firmly on her hips.

Tori leaned back into him, her breath hitching as the warmth of his body enveloped her. The softness of his lips against her skin sent a rush of electricity coursing through her veins, igniting a fire she had kept hidden beneath layers of uncertainty.

“Jude,” she murmured, turning her head to catch his gaze. There was a spark of something more profound in his eyes, a hunger that mirrored her own. 

“Do you trust me?” he whispered, his voice thick with desire as he pressed his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the dim light of the apartment.

Tori’s heart raced as she felt the weight of his words settle in her chest. “Yes,” she responded, her voice steady yet laced with vulnerability. “I trust you, Jude.”

His expression softened, and for a moment, the world outside faded away. It was just the two of them—caught in a moment that felt both electrifying and fragile. “Say it again,” he rasped. 

“I trust you,” Tori repeated, her voice stronger this time, filled with conviction. The intensity in Jude's eyes deepened as he absorbed her words, and the air between them thickened with unspoken promises.

“Good,” he murmured, his voice dripping with lust, a slow smile breaking across his lips. “Now go to your bedroom remove your clothes and meet me back in here.”

Tori’s pulse quickened at his commanding tone, a thrilling mixture of anticipation and nervousness flooding her system. The way he looked at her—eyes darkened with desire—made the rest of the world vanish. She nodded, though words eluded her.

With deliberate slowness, she walked away from him, each step a dance of temptation, allowing the moment to hang between them like the silken threads of an intricate web. The distance of the living area began to feel electric, and as she reached the threshold of her bedroom, she cast a glance over her shoulder. Jude hadn’t moved; he watched her, an intense fire smouldering in his gaze that left no doubt about his intentions.

Once inside her room, she closed the door, her heart racing as she contemplated her next moves. The dim light accentuated the contours of her body, and she could hear the quiet thrum of her pulse in her ears. With trembling fingers, she began shedding her clothes, each piece a reminder of her vulnerability but also her strength.

As the final article fell to the floor, she stood in front of the mirror, catching her reflection. Her skin glowed, and her breath was ragged. This was a choice—a choice to let Jude in, to embrace the connection they had forged amid tension and uncertainty.

Taking another breath, Tori stepped out of the bedroom, a mix of trepidation and exhilaration flooding her as she entered the living room. Jude sat waiting on a dining chair that he'd placed in front of the floor-length mirror on the far side of the room; his gaze swept over her through the mirror's reflection with an intensity that made her feel both exposed and cherished.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice raspy with need. “You’re so beautiful.”

Tori felt a rush of warmth flood her cheeks at his words, the way he looked at her igniting something deep within her. His desire was palpable, wrapping around her like a heatwave, and she revelled in it.

“Do you really mean that?” she asked her voice barely a whisper, a part of her still grappling with the sudden shift from uncertainty to this undeniable electric connection.

“Absolutely,” Jude said, his gaze unwavering as he leaned back in the chair, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across his lips. “And tonight I want to show you just how beautiful you are.”

Bolstered by his encouragement, Tori took a tentative step closer, her heart pounding in rhythm with the boldness that had settled in her chest. She loved the way Jude looked at her—like she was the only thing that mattered at that moment.

Jude leaned back in the chair, his eyes drinking in the sight of Tori's naked form as she stepped closer. The dim lighting caressed her curves, accentuating the swell of her breasts and the dip of her waist. "You're stunning," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I want to worship every inch of you."

Tori's skin tingled under his gaze, a flush of warmth spreading through her body. The intensity in his eyes made her feel both exposed and cherished, a heady mix of emotions that left her breathless. She took another step forward, the space between them shrinking, until she stood just a few inches away from him.

Jude reached out, his fingers grazing along the curve of her hip, the touch electric against her skin. "Turn around," he instructed, his voice low and commanding. "I want to see all of you."

Tori obeyed, her pulse quickening as she rotated to face the mirror. She watched as Jude's reflection appeared behind her, his hands settling on her hips, his touch firm and possessive.

“First I'm going to make you cum with my mouth,” he drawled into her ear. “I want you to watch the way your body reacts to me, it's one of my favourite things.”

Tori's breath hitched at Jude's words, a shiver of anticipation running down her spine. She watched in the mirror as his hands slid from her hips, trailing over the curve of her waist and up to cup her breasts. His touch was electric, igniting a fire beneath her skin. Tori's knees went weak at his filthy words, her core clenching with need. She arched into his touch, craving more of the delectable friction. "Please, Jude," she whimpered, too far gone to care about playing coy.

Jude's hands tightened on her breasts, his thumbs swiping over her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. "Sit down and open your legs,” he instructed with a lusty snarl. 

Tori did as instructed, perching on the edge of the chair and parting her thighs to reveal her dripping sex. Jude knelt between her spread legs, his hot breath fanning over her sensitive folds. "You're so fucking wet for me already," he praised, trailing a finger through her slick heat. Tori bit back a moan, her hips canting forward seeking more of his touch.

Jude rewarded her by ducking down and dragging his tongue along her slit. "Ah!" Tori cried out, her head falling back as his mouth pleasured her most intimate place. Jude lapped at her, savouring her taste, before focusing his attention on her aching clit. He suckled the sensitive bud between his lips, making Tori's thighs tremble. He placed them over his shoulders one by one.

"Jude, oh god, yes!" she panted, fisting her hands in his hair. Jude doubled his efforts, alternating between broad licks and targeted flicks of his tongue. The obscene sounds of his mouth on her pussy filled the room.

Tori gasped as Jude's tongue delved deeper, his mouth working her with an intensity that left her breathless. She watched through hooded eyes as he pleasured her in her reflection, the blatant desire etched on her face sending a scorching heat straight to her core. 

"Jude, don't stop," she panted, her hips rocking against his mouth as she chased her impending release. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he devoured her, his tongue circling her clit with deliberate precision.

The coil of tension in her belly wound tighter, her body trembling on the edge of ecstasy. Jude's eyes flicked up to meet hers, the raw hunger in his gaze pushing her over the edge.

"I'm coming, Jude!" Tori cried out, her back arching as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her walls clenched around his tongue, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm.

Jude worked her through it, softening his touch as she came down from her high. He pressed soft kisses to her inner thighs before rising to his feet, his lips glistening with her essence.

“Come here,” he mumbled, pulling her up from her seat on shaky legs, Jude led with his tongue as he bowed his head to kiss her hungrily, making sure she tasted herself on his tongue. 

When parted lips, Jude went to reach for the hem of his sweater to begin disrobing only for Tori to place her hand on top of his, stopping him in his tracks. 

“Let me,” Tori said softly as she looked up into his eyes. 

Tori took her time as she peeled his sweater up and over his head, revealing his toned physique. Her fingers danced over his chest, tracing the lines of his abs before dipping lower. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his sweats, yanking them down his legs along with his boxers. 

Jude's breath hitched as cool air kissed his heated skin. His cock sprang free, already hard and straining towards his stomach. Tori licked her lips at the sight, desire coiling in her belly as Jude grabbed his wallet, retrieving a condom before tossing it carelessly onto Tori’s couch, watching as she took the small plastic square and ripped it open so she could roll it down his cock.

"Sit down," she instructed as she pushed him back onto the chair. Jude complied, watching through heavy lidded eyes as Tori gave him her back, reaching between them so she could hold him steady as she sunk down on his length.

Tori sank down on him in one smooth motion, a low moan falling from her lips as he stretched her, before placing his hands beneath her thighs and spreading her open so she could watch as his length nestled inside of her. 

She was in complete awe as she took in their reflection, her legs spread open in Jude’s lap, the possessive grip of his hands on her hips, the look of desire mixed with determination on his face as he fucked her from beneath, the slight reddening of her pussy as it stretched to accommodate his length and girth—it was beautiful. 

The sight was undeniably captivating—a blend of intimacy and raw passion that ignited a fire in Tori’s belly. She could hardly believe the connection they were sharing, each thrust deeper than the last as Jude held her firmly in place, his fingers digging into her soft skin with a primal urgency.

As their reflections gazed back at them, Tori felt a surge of emotion. It was more than just physical; it was a profound bond that had evolved during their time together. The way Jude looked at her, with a mixture of reverence and hunger, made her heart race.

“God, you’re so perfect like this,” Jude murmured, his voice thick with lust as he maintained his steady rhythm beneath her. The way his eyes roamed over her body in the mirror's reflection—appreciative, almost worshipful—made her pulse quicken. She felt powerful, alive, and utterly consumed by him.

“I love how you fill me up, you're so deep,” Tori gasped, her words spilling out in a breathy whisper as the heat of their connection enveloped her. Jude’s strong fingers tightened around her hips, guiding her movements with an expert precision that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. Each thrust sent delicious jolts of sensation radiating through her body, intensifying the way she felt both connected to him and completely lost in the moment.

“This little pussy was made to take my cock,” Jude responded, a low growl escaping his lips. He thrust upward with a renewed vigour, his eyes locked onto hers in the mirror as if to emphasize his words. 

Tori's breath hitched as she gazed at their entwined reflection, her body flush with arousal. The way Jude looked at her, his eyes dark and possessive, sent shivers down her spine. She could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her in the most delicious way. 

"I can feel you so deep," she panted, her hips rolling ever so slightly to meet his increasingly powerful thrusts.

Jude's hands slid from her hips to grab her ass, kneading the supple flesh as he guided her movements. "That's because you were made for me," he rasped. "This tight pussy was born to be filled by my cock."

Tori's nipples hardened at his filthy words, her pussy clenching tight around his thick length. She watched, transfixed, as he thrust into her, his balls slapping against her ass with each fierce thrust.

"You are so fucking perfect," Jude groaned, his eyes devouring the sight of her bouncing tits and glistening, slightly reddened folds stretched wide around him.

Jude let out a low moan as his cock momentarily slipped from Tori, showcasing the gape of her pussy in the mirror's reflection. "Look how open you are for me," he growled, his fingers sliding through her slick folds, spreading them wider.

Tori let out an unbridled cry of pleasure, her vision blurring as her eyes filled with tears. 

Tori's breath caught in her throat as Jude's fingers slid through her slick folds, spreading them wider to reveal her gaping pussy in the mirror's reflection. The sight was overwhelming, a visceral reminder of how thoroughly he had claimed her body.

"Look how open you are for me," Jude growled, his voice thick with lust. His fingers probed her entrance, teasing the sensitive skin. "Your pretty little pussy is mine, isn't it?"

Tori's body trembled, her legs quivering on either side of Jude's thighs. She could feel every inch of his hard length still buried inside her, a delicious fullness that made her feel owned, and possessed. 

"Yes," she whimpered, the word falling from her lips like a hymn of devotion. "I'm yours, Jude. Only yours."

Jude's eyes flashed with possessive heat at her words. He withdrew his fingers and gripped her hips once more, pulling her down onto his cock in one swift motion. Tori cried out, her back arching as he filled her completely.

"Put your hands on my knees and ride me," Jude commanded, his voice a low rumble.

Tori's body trembled, her legs quivering on either side of Jude's hips as she felt him deep inside her. She could hardly believe the connection they were sharing, the way he filled her so completely. 

With a shaky breath, Tori placed her hands on Jude's knees, her fingers digging into his skin. She could feel the heat of his body radiating through her, the power of his cock as it stretched her open. 

"Ride me," Jude growled, his voice thick with lust. His hands slid from her hips to grip her ass, kneading the supple flesh as he guided her movements.

Tori let out a soft moan, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. She could feel every inch of Jude inside her, his thick length hitting all the right spots with each gentle undulation. 

Jude was completely in awe of how submissive Tori was to his command, the way she committed her body to pleasure. 

This is exactly what he needed after having his ego so subtly tested by Alex. The flowers were beautiful, but Tori was his, and regardless of whether or not Alex was aware of their current tryst, he needed to state his claim over her.

“Turn around and look at me,” Jude commanded as sent a stinging slap to Tori's ass, craving eye contact with her. 

Tori let out a gasp as the stinging slap registered on her skin, her body jolting with the force of it. She could feel Jude's eyes on her, his gaze burning into her back as he waited for her to obey.

With a shaky breath, Tori lifted herself off his cock and turned to face him. She straddled his hips once more, this time with her back to the mirror. 

Jude's hands slid up her back, his fingers splaying across her shoulder blades as he guided her down onto his length. Tori's head fell back, her mouth parting in a silent moan as he filled her once more.

"Look at me," Jude growled, his voice low and commanding. His hand slid up her spine to grip the back of her neck, turning her head to face him. 

Tori's eyes flitted open, her gaze locking with his. The intensity in his eyes stole her breath, the possessive heat in his stare making her pussy clench around him. 

"I want to look in your eyes as you cum on my cock," Jude murmured, his hips rolling up to meet hers.

Tori's breath caught in her throat as she gazed into Jude's eyes, her body trembling with each roll of his hips. The way he looked at her, with a mix of possessive heat and adoration, made her heart race.

"Tell me how good I feel inside you," Jude growled, his hand sliding from her neck to cup her cheek. His thumb brushed over her lower lip, his eyes following the movement.

Tori's voice was barely a whisper as she replied, "You feel amazing, Jude. So big and hard, stretching me in all the right ways." Her hips undulated, meeting his thrusts with equal fervour. "I love how you fill me up."

She leaned into his touch, nuzzling his palm as she gazed into his eyes. "I'm going to cum."

Tori's walls fluttered around Jude's length, her body teetering on the edge of climax. She could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment. All it would take was one more perfectly angled thrust, one more whispered promise from those sinful lips.

"You'll cum when I say so," Jude commanded, his voice a low, authoritative growl. His hips stilled beneath her, his cock buried deep inside her fluttering walls.

Tori whined, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her impending orgasm. She could feel Jude's eyes on her, his gaze intense and demanding as he held her teetering on the edge.

"Please," she whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I need to cum, Jude. I'm so close."

Jude's hand slid down her body, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed tight circles around the sensitive nub, his touch maddeningly light. "Beg for it," he growled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Beg me to let you cum on my cock."

Tori's head fell back, her mouth parting in a silent cry. She could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter, her body desperate for release. 

"Please," she gasped, her hips rolling against his hand. "Please let me cum, Jude. I need it so badly. I'll do anything, just please let me cum on you."

Jude's hand tightened on Tori's hip, his fingers digging into her soft skin. He could feel her walls pulsing around his cock, her body desperate for release. The sight of her, pleading so sweetly, was almost enough to make him cum right then and there.

But Jude had other plans. He wanted to see her fall apart, to watch her come undone under his touch. He wanted to feel her walls clench around him as he brought her to the brink over and over again.

With a sinister grin, Jude leaned in close, his lips brushing against the shell of Tori's ear. "Cum for me," he murmured, his voice a low, commanding purr. "Cum all over my cock like you asked."

At his words, Jude could feel Tori's body tense, her walls clenching down on his length. He thrust up into her, his hips meeting hers in a rough, desperate rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with Tori's wild moans and his own guttural groans.

Jude could feel his own release building, his balls tightening as he chased his pleasure.

Tori’s toes curled against the carpeted floors of her bedroom, her arms falling lazily over Jude’s shoulders as he took over from beneath, his hands on her body as he used her to seek out his own end. 

Turning his head, Jude caught Tori’s lips with his own and he groaned into her mouth, biting down on her bottom lip as he came, filling the condom wrapped snugly around his length. 

There was an unmistakable shift in the air during this particular encounter, a palpable change that lingered between them. Their connection ran deeper than mere attraction; it was an intertwining of souls that transcended the physical realm. Each caress and whisper ignited a torrent of emotions, forging a bond that felt almost sacred. The intimacy they shared was not just about bodies merging but about hearts laying bare their desires and vulnerabilities, creating a tapestry of passion that resonated far beyond the moment. 

[isa-ghost]

God, it's no fucking wonder Ghosties get so defensive of him whenever people get too heated about his rp characters and stuff.

I've had plenty of spats with Ghosties who have gotten a bit too toxic about that kinda stuff (let's not even get into what Purgatory did to all of us Bolas & Soulfire watchers, or the current TRSMP stuff......). I'm sure even now I have some blocked and I just dr who on my blocklist is a Ghostie that maybe deserves a second chance. But Jesus Christ, ever since QSMP's fall from grace I've gained so much sympathy for Bad, and I understand why you guys get so vicious now. Even if I still condemn it and wish those who Do get way too mean would step back and realize they're mad about friends playing Minecraft.

Like I can be aggravated by the aggression without blaming y'all for it, if that makes sense? Some Ghosties do 100% need to chill the fuck out, but there are plenty of people who attack y'all and Bad to an unreasonably degree that also need to chill the fuck out too. I wish more people recognized it's a two way street, and realized where a lot of this defensiveness comes from. Bad and his community have put up with this kinda shit for going on 5 years, maybe even longer.

Even 1-2 years ago I was openly posting Bbh crit for a couple reasons, but I don't think I'd say I ever genuinely hated him? I'd like to think the crits were really fair of me, and even if things I've said have been emotionally charged, I've never said like. Fuck that guy, hope he dies, or whatever, y'know? It's always been genuine and nuanced at its core, as I try to be with all the discourse I weigh in on.

Like even during peak Purgatory when tensions between us Bolas watchers and Soulfire watchers (esp Ghosties, given Bbh did most of the work sending Bolas into manic hysteria) were UNBEARABLE and I was genuinely frustrated by things, I still didn't hate him. I actually have a post that TO THIS DAY gets notes thanking Bad for being a little shitgoblin the way he was because it gave us Bolas watchers such a weirdly special and chaotic thing that a lot of us still hold dear, even despite the boiling hatred we have for Purgatory and all the bullshit it caused as a whole.

And in the wake of everything between DSMP and QSMP, I don't think I could ever hate him now. Hearing things from Ghosties and even non-Ghosties is just solidifying that further. When the eggs were in and out of hiatus in 2024, and then Shade & Lumi left the team, I felt so fucking awful that Bad had to watch everyone else get their kids back while he had to "make do" with basically all the other eggs instead of his own (I know he was an honorary Richas parent and all that, but you get what I mean.) And then he lost Richas too. I'd argue he was the one holding out the hardest for QSMP to work itself out, and it just. Didn't. He got burnt by it all so fucking hard, I've felt terrible for him ever since.

I may not really watch him, and I may still get frustrated by his rp characters at times, but I don't hold anything against him. Especially because I see what a good person he is overall, and I've never forgotten how much shit he's had to put up with, even from some of my faves.

Bad puts his heart and soul into EVERYTHING he does, he has patience levels I couldn't even dream to have myself, and the lengths he goes for people he cares about are astronomical. And that's just what we know he's done, while everything he's done behind the scenes is implied. I think sometimes he's straight up too nice and forgiving for his own good, but that takes strength in itself in a way.

As he moves further and further away from the Dteam, I feel much more confident in standing up for him (the association was the main reason I've kept my distance). Same goes for the Ghosties who are cool and capable of talking about tension in a civil way.

So long as y'all are chill like that, I have your backs. I totally understand why you guys can get so prickly, and to a certain degree you guys deserve to be.

I wouldn't call myself a Ghostie exactly but I've been around since 2020 and I think we need to talk in detail about how Bad has been legitimately used and abused by the Dr*m Team. Especially now that he's making more noticeable moves to get the hell away from them.

Given I'm just on the outskirts of his community, my only starting points are their weird obsession with constantly threatening and joking about harming his dog (like during Jackboxes back in the day), and giving him 0 credit or acknowledgement for hosting the DSMP server.

But there is so so so so so so much more and I want this post to be a sounding board for the hardcore Ghosties who are sick of watching their guy get treated like shit constantly.

Go ahead and use this post to air them out, guys.

[techhiz]

Can I request a ES Bumblebee x femme s/o reader who is a autobot medic where like in the aftermath of episode 18 where bumblebee gets his energon taken with like his s/o worrying after him but also nagging him to be more careful and they just end up cuddling in the end so like a lotta fluffy fluff stuff happening

A Medic's Worry.

Bumblebee groaned softly as he shifted on the repair slab in the medbay. The aftermath of his encounter with Mandroid and his energy being drained had left him utterly spent. His optics dimmed as his systems struggled to regulate themselves. Though the Malto kids and their Terran siblings had done their best to help, the toll on his body was undeniable.

But what really made him feel worse was the look on your face when you saw him like this.

You stormed into the medbay, a mix of worry and frustration written all over your features. Being a medic wasn’t just a job for you—it was your way of protecting those you loved. And seeing Bumblebee, your Bumblebee, in such a state tore at your spark.

"Primus, Bee!" you exclaimed, quickly moving to his side. Your hands hovered over his frame, not wanting to aggravate any unseen damage. "What were you thinking?!"

Bumblebee winced at your tone, his usual bravado nowhere to be found. "Hey, Y/N... good to see you too."

"Don’t you 'good to see you' me," you snapped, though your hands were already working, scanning him for lingering damage. "Do you have any idea how dangerous it was to go up against Mandroid without backup? You could’ve been deactivated! Your energon levels are dangerously low, your systems are barely holding steady, and—"

"Y/N," Bumblebee interrupted gently, reaching out to place a hand over yours. His touch was weak, but it was enough to stop your tirade. "I’m okay."

Your optics narrowed as you glared at him. "You’re not okay, Bumblebee. You’re far from okay."

He sighed, his helm lowering. "I know. I just... I had to protect the kids. They needed me."

Your expression softened at his words. Of course, he’d risk himself for others. It was one of the reasons you loved him, but that didn’t make it any easier to see him hurt.

"You’re always so selfless," you murmured, running a hand gently along the side of his helm. "But you need to take care of yourself too, Bee. What would I do if I lost you?"

Bumblebee’s optics brightened slightly at the emotion in your voice. "You’re not gonna lose me," he promised. "I’ll always come back to you."

You let out a shaky sigh, your spark aching at the thought of almost losing him. "You’d better," you muttered, leaning in to rest your forehead against his. "Because I don’t think I could handle it if you didn’t."

You worked tirelessly, repairing the minor damage and stabilizing his systems. Bumblebee remained still, occasionally glancing at you with a mixture of gratitude and guilt.

"You really don’t need to fuss this much," he said softly as you adjusted a connection.

You shot him a sharp look. "Don’t even start, Bee. I’ll fuss as much as I want. You almost went offline, and I’m not taking any chances."

"Okay, okay," he said with a small chuckle, though it quickly turned into a wince.

"Serves you right," you muttered, though there was no heat in your words.

Despite your stern demeanor, your touch was impossibly gentle as you worked. Bumblebee couldn’t help but watch you, his spark swelling with affection. Even when you were scolding him, he knew it came from a place of love.

Hours later, Bumblebee was finally stable. His systems were functioning normally again, though his energy levels were still lower than you’d like.

You sat beside him, exhaustion evident on your face. "There," you said softly. "That should do it. But you’re going to need rest—and lots of it."

Bumblebee smirked weakly. "Does that mean I get to skip training tomorrow?"

"Training?" You gave him a pointed look. "You’re lucky if I let you out of this medbay for the next week."

He chuckled, the sound low and warm. "Guess I’ll be in your care for a while, then."

"Guess so," you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips.

Bumblebee shifted slightly, making room for you on the slab. "C’mere," he said, patting the space beside him.

You hesitated for a moment before climbing up to sit beside him. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close.

"You’re too reckless," you murmured, resting your head against his shoulder.

"And you’re too amazing," he replied, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your helm.

The two of you sat in silence for a while, the medbay filled with the soft hum of his systems. You traced absent patterns on his plating, your touch light and soothing.

"I’m sorry for worrying you," Bumblebee said after a while, his voice barely above a whisper.

You looked up at him, your optics meeting his. "Just promise me you’ll be more careful," you said softly.

"I promise," he said, his tone earnest.

Satisfied, you leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. Bumblebee’s optics flickered, a soft smile spreading across his face.

"I love you, Y/N," he said, his voice full of warmth.

"I love you too, Bee," you replied, your voice just as tender.

As the night went on, the two of you stayed curled up together, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Bumblebee held you close, his grip firm yet gentle, as if he never wanted to let you go.

And for the first time since the ordeal with Mandroid, he felt truly at peace. (sorry if I had some mistakes because its been a long time since I watched ES so I think I'll rewatch it!)

[iminyourwallsbabe]

Okay so I was thinking about Melvik last night because the streets(one person) asked for a Melvik playlist and I wanted to make sure I did it right and I think I've come to a conclusion about what the hell is going on with those two. There's so many different ways to interpret it, so I'm not saying this is objectively correct. We're in the corkboard with strings and pictures stage of shipping rn.

Okay so if we're being honest, there's not a lot to work with in terms of character interactions but there are clues in other places. One of the things I noticed is that they mirror each other. Mel has freckles in similar spots to Viktor's moles, she's the sun and he's the moon, she's covered in gold while Viktor has a lot more silver in his palette, she's a princess while he's some guy from Zaun but they're both fighting for legitimacy.

So they probably didn't like each other at some point.

Think about it, sometimes people who hate each other are exactly like one another. That bothers them. Maybe that was the case here. Then you add on the layer of their individual goals and I could see how they might clash. I could see how they might not understand each other at first.

I feel like after that, it probably became a game of cat and mouse. A rivalry if you will. It could've been academic, depending on how long they knew each other (we don't know). I could see there being a lot of competition in their relationship, but the thing is, it was never a fair fight. How is a man from the undercity supposed to compete with an exiled royal? You can't. People are more likely to give her what she wants than even consider your position just by default. And then you also have to consider that this is Mel we're talking about. A goddamn mastermind if I've ever seen one, if she didn't already have privilege on her side, she definitely has the people skills to compensate. It was probably frustrating, in a lot of ways.

But wait! There's more. There's something to be said about how the "evolved" humans are white and gold, Mel's colors. Even the way the gold is placed is reminiscent of her. Perfection, the peak of humanity, in Viktor's mind is Mel (and Jayce too if you remember that his little husk still kept a lot of his features, but his look was still inspired by her).

So in Mel, I think at first he saw everything he lacked and it was pissing him off. That probably stemmed from his need to get where he wanted to be quickly, because he knew his time was limited. Like fuck, I'm gonna die and you're in my way by being better at everything.

For Mel, I think she saw everything she wanted to be. Self assured, with direction in life. Peace is such a broad goal to have, living up to your mother's standards is a little more specific, but what does she want to do for herself? Where does she want to be when it's all said and done? Wherever she's been told she needed to be? In a throne or a seat at the council's table? Viktor knows what he wants, he sees it clearly, and he couldn't care less about anybody's standards or expectations besides his own. There's something so ruthless about that, and Mel envies it.

What I think changed with them is an understanding, realizing that it would be more useful for them to work together and be on the same team rather than continue to compete with one another. But how do we get there? Judging by how most of the romance in Arcane works, it was probably sex. I'm not even joking, this is a consistent thing. Jayvik? One of their key moments together involved Viktor saying "wait this isn't my bedroom", Mel and Jayce's relationship was kind of confirmed with a sex scene, Vi started flirting with Caitlyn in a brothel of all places and then LATER there was the whole thing in the prison cell, are we seeing the trend here? Sex and arcane go together like Jinx and explosions.

Anyway, right, back on topic. So yeah, I think unlike her relationship with Jayce, things were not nearly as thought through with Viktor. It definitely feels like a spur of the moment kind of thing, probably involving alcohol. Let me explain. I'm probably not going to phrase this right, but somebody else explained the bond between these two sort of like magnets. They attract and reject each other at the same time. They're so similar that by all means, they could be together, but something keeps pushing them away from one another. Knowing Mel's relationship with trust, and Viktor's relationship with time, this could make perfect sense. This could give way to some very complicated feelings. Knowing Mel, that wouldn't have been good. But then you start to remove those inhibitions, either through something artificial or just heightened passions, next thing you know shit happens.

Now we're in what I wanna call the situationship era! Because god forbid our favorite metal eugenicist has a committed relationship ever.

Mel doesn't know what she wants out of this so it stays casual for a while, Viktor wants more but he's scared to ask because he doesn't wanna scare her away. He knows she's conflicted about it, otherwise she wouldn't act the way she does. Still, it drives him fucking insane. He could die within the next few years, he doesn't have time to be playing will they/won't they. Especially not when the most perfect woman- no, person, he's ever seen in his life is right there in front of him. It's several months of "maybe we should stop doing this", that attracting and repelling I was talking about, with no conceivable end, but eventually it does. Eventually they both find they have better things to focus on than this. Not that they don't love or care about each other anymore, but the stress just isn't worth it. The world needs them, and they can't keep holding each other back.

However, that's not quite the end of their story.

In the words of our Lord and Savior, Shadow the Hedgehog, the light still shines even when the star is gone. They do try to keep their relationship as professional as possible, at least when there's eyes to see it. Outside of that though, it's clear that they're still attached somehow. Is it romantic still? That's up for interpretation, but regardless, no matter how much distance they put between each other, they'll always be drawn to one another.

Then here comes MC Hammer, and now the situation is like this. The moon (Viktor) revolves around the earth (Jayce), who revolves around the sun (Mel). They're all so interconnected now and if you take one out of the equation, shit gets messy. Can't take out the sun, the whole galaxy will collapse. Can't take out the moon, the earth will be in ruin. See what I mean? As Jayce and Mel get more serious, I think both of them wonder what could've been. They're happy where they are romantically but it's always something to ponder. What would it have looked like if Viktor was the golden boy, not Jayce? If they were the ones holding it down in those council meetings? What would it be like if her warmongering mother knew she was in love with someone like Viktor, someone so physically weak? Would she be rejected again? Would she approve based on the false notion that he was only a pet to her? That he meant nothing?

Maybe it's for the better that things are as they are, but when he thinks of what humanity can be at its peak, all he can see is her. When he's gone all she can hope is that he comes back to her. It's so beautifully tragic.

[yellowhollyhock]

I feel like both Don and Raph could have helped Leo during his ptsd arc. Raph would be the only one who understands Leo’s anger and Don would understand almost getting everyone killed in his cased killed cuz of SAINW.

super sweet idea! I think it's true that they both would be able to relate to him in different ways, and it makes sense they'd try to reach him on those grounds. To be honest, I think that's exactly what would make it difficult for them to help--or well, not by necessity, but what did make it difficult for them to help

Anyways you gave me an excuse to overanalyze Don's reaction to Leo's ptsd arc, and while I'm here I'm doing Raph and Mikey as well

Okay let's talk about Donny. I've thought about this one a lot. We don't ever canonically see him dealing with what he saw in that alternate universe, other than immediately after when he hugs Mikey and Raph. But we can imagine. He's already someone who puts a lot of pressure on himself (ie Underground City). Now the big threat that's been weighing so heavy on him for so long, the thing that he went to the future and saw there was no way to beat except to sacrifice themselves, is gone.

He can finally rest.

And I do feel like that's the attitude we see. He's eager to take out some aggression on the PDs when they show up at the farmhouse, but it's not Obsessive Mode Donatello. Compared to how we know he gets when he thinks something is his fault or that someone needs him help, he Chillin. Also he immediately develops a crush on Jhanna. I mean that's just one reading, but as a lesbo recovering from severe emotional repression I think I know the face of a traumatized soul seeking solace in the idea of a future and falling too hard too fast for Stronk Smort Gorl as soon as she gives him a bit of attention, not that I, ahem, have uh, direct experience or anything

Anyway

I think he's making a very deliberate choice to stop taking things so seriously--to be a kid for the little bit of time he has left to be a kid. To cling on tightly to his relationships with his brothers above all else, because he knows (and likely has it fresh in his mind) he could lose them. Goofing off with Mikey isn't a distraction, it's a priority.

And then Leo is doubling down on being child soldiers. To Donny, all that work they did was to escape that life. Taking down the Shredder should mean, from his pov, they now get to focus on just living, building themselves a little corner of the world they can just stay in and be happy.

I had a breakdown of multiple episodes demonstrating this but my app crashed and it all got deleted so just trust me ok

Big important example though: Dragons Rising. Yes, Donny understands the mission, he'll play his part to get it done, but even more pressing is to make sure he preserves the light in Mikey's eyes. Now that the Shredder is dealt with that's the next thing on his checklist to make sure that future never happens. They put on silly disguises. He wears a mustache and does an old man voice.

Then Leo doesn't see the exact results he wanted from a planned mission and chews them out for treating it like a game. I can imagine how much that remark would sting for Donny specifically, assuming his brothers know about what happened in that alternate dimension. (do you think old man Leo, listening to this sixteen-year-old insisting that they should go after Shredder again, this time they would win, ever said something, even very gently, to the effect of 'be careful Donny, this isn't a game?' y-yeah me neither)

You can hear his barely contained frustration when he defends himself and the others with, "Leo, we did the best we could."

Which is ultimately what will help Leo. That's the exact mantra that brings him through the battle with himself. But he's not hearing it from Don; to him in that moment it just sounds like an excuse. And Donny, who is also a hurting traumatized teenager, very likely doesn't appreciate his hard-earned wisdom being dismissed as childish and lazy.

Now on to Raph: he talks explicitly throughout Leo's arc about how he can see himself in it, and out of everyone, I feel like we see him most directly trying to help. He's sticking right by his side, supporting his ideas, training harder when Leo asks him to train harder. Back to Dragons Rising: in stark contrast to Donny's almost scolding comfort, Raph waits until Leo leaves and then:

"I hate to say it, but Leo's right."

Everything Leo is saying and doing makes perfect sense to Raph--as far as he's concerned, where it goes wrong is when it gets too extreme. 'Yes we do need to take this more seriously, but he shouldn't yell at us.' 'Okay training more and harder is a good idea, but how much more and harder?' He gets needing to blow off steam--he watches Leo face the rat king, and holds back (which is not an easy thing for him to do) because he thinks Leo needs to work this out of his system.

After all, that's what Raph's always done. Step outside, get some air, find someone to take it out on who deserves it so that he doesn't take it out on his brothers. But you know what else Raph is always doing when he does that?

Finding someone to help.

And that's super healthy and really healing. But it's something he does naturally because he likes to, I don't know if he's connected it with helping to manage his temper (it's easy for us to see because we're watching it, but he's living it. Hard to notice patterns when you're in the middle of them).

Anyway, blowing off steam doesn't work for Leo. Every time he faces something down on his own just further reinforces to him that he's the only one taking this seriously, and he absolutely has to be perfect in order for his family to be safe.

I think a lot about Raph, seeing Leo get mad enough to hurt Master Splinter, and then watching him be sent away. From his teenage perspective, wouldn't it feel like Leo is being punished? Wouldn't he wonder about how far he's allowed to push things, how close he might have come in the past to being sent overseas? I think Leo really needed the time for himself and understood that to some extent. He probably felt it was a just punishment as well, but I think he realized Splinter was doing what was best for him. After all, he asked for his training to go to the next level. And he doesn't want to make another mistake like that.

But for Raph? I don't think he can imagine a worse punishment than being separated from his family, especially if he just hurt one of them. That moment between Leo and Splinter had to remind him a lot of himself and Mikey. Imagine how he would've felt if the answer to that had been, 'I can't train you anymore, go to Japan to meet a man you've never heard of who will teach you how to control your temper.'

Also later on when he realizes how much it did actually help and wasn't meant to be punitive, that absolutely would twist into 'why were Leo's problems that important but mine never were.'

So why isn't Leo receptive to Raph's help? Well he is. But his goal isn't to heal. He thinks he's doing the right thing by spiraling further and further. Leo would have sucked up Raph's loyalty not unlike what Shredder did to Karai. Obviously not to the same extreme, but he would keep expecting Raph to be right behind him and work towards his goals, and Raph would've kept thinking that the Leo he knew, an undeniably down to earth Decent Guy, was still in there and would be back if he just held out and stuck around. Raph is not hard and fast with rules, he'd make allowances for his brother who is clearly going through some things. And Leo would have just kept pushing.

Wow that got dark

Anyway

They love each other very much, and ultimately, the fact that Raph did stick it out for so long was likely a big help to Leo. He just wasn't able to see it for what it was until he first shifted his priority to achieving peace within himself, instead of trying to fix the rest of the world. And I do think when he gets back, he'll remember how Raph stuck by him even when he was being very difficult. Because he really did, more than anyone.

As for Mikey, he and Leo have plenty of differences, but they've always been on the same page about one thing: the greater good.

I think Mikey sees Leo doubling down and assumes it's similar to the last time they defeated Shredder: City at War. During that time, Leo and Mikey were the ones who wanted to go out and fix the mess the city was in, stay involved in gang politics. Raph and Splinter were staunchly against it, and Donny went to support and protect the others, with him and Mikey both frequently trying to gently rein Leo in (not something they normally have to do).

Mikey sees it all happening again. Leo feels responsible for the city's safety, doesn't want to rest on their laurels, going into hyper-vigilance after a big victory as an overcorrection from overconfidence.

So Mikey leans just as hard into confidence. He's skipping on training, doubling down on the jokes, anything he can to get Leo to lighten up, or, when that doesn't work, avoid Leo whenever he can. No one likes to be constantly criticized. Just like Donny, he gets defensive: they are doing good for the city, they will keep on winning. After all, he's already a superhero, and a Battle Nexus Champion.

It makes a lot of sense he starts bragging about that again--seeking comfort from the past when the present offers none--and is unfortunate for him that Raph and Donny are just as exhausted as he is from the micro management and constant negativity, and do not take the bragging well at all.

It's also something that ends up helping Leo a lot. Directs all that energy and rage towards a goal, helps him look outside of himself by focusing on helping Mikey, balances the guilt of perceived failures (of himself and of his family) with a simple clear-cut victory. And Mikey knows it helped, he gets to see Leo being closer to himself again. It feels like he's close to a much more important victory, so he keeps pressing. He tries talking more positively about Leo, because positive words mean so much to him and are what's been missing in their home.

It helps some. It might've helped more directly after the inciting event. Either way, it's not a solution. Outside praise has never been enough for Leo, if he's decided he's not where he should be he's gonna keep pushing himself until he achieves it.

And this time 'it' is the assured safety of his family, something he honestly hasn't ever experienced before, and as far as he's concerned, takes more than all of them combined have to give

Overall, yeah I do think both Raph and Donny would've had some useful wisdom to share if 1) anyone had noticed and asked 2) they were able to separate the coping/survival skills they used to deal with their traumas from The Way Everyone Should Deal with Hard Things (big ask from teenagers--as far as they're concerned what they've been through so far is how life works).

Those conversations could've been a big help, although I don't think any amount of family talks would solve things. Leo needed the in-show equivalent of professional help. He needed time away from his family, too, so he could see more clearly what he was doing to them and himself.

I also do think all three of them will have cause to think back later on Splinter's comments that they had healed, but Leo hadn't. I get what Splinter meant by this, Leo's response was maladaptive and even immediately dangerous, but my guy, nobody's okay just a couple months after a traumatic event like that. No not even with meditation, no not even if they are laughing and playing video games. Especially considering how much those boys had already been through. Not to mention the added trauma of Leo 1) having such a drastic personality change that manifested largely as aggression towards them, and 2) being sent away. but that's probably a whole other post lsbfksjs

[kathlare]

a moment of clarity

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando sits down for a therapy session in Monte Carlo, grappling with unresolved feelings about his past and the choices that continue to affect him.

Wordcount: 1.7 k

Warnings: none

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October 14th, 2023 - Monte Carlo, Monaco

Lando Norris sat in the familiar leather armchair across from his therapist, Dr. Moreau, in the softly lit office overlooking the Monte Carlo marina. Therapy wasn’t something he talked about often, and he wasn’t sure he ever would. But this room had become a safe haven—a place where the noise of the world faded away, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Today, those thoughts were particularly loud.

Dr. Moreau sat with her usual calm demeanor, a notebook balanced on her lap. She always gave him space to speak when he was ready, and Lando appreciated that. For a moment, he simply stared at the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the sunlight dance on the water.

—So, Lando,— she began gently, breaking the silence. —What’s on your mind today?—

Lando sighed, leaning back in the chair and running a hand through his hair. —Amelie,— he admitted, the word coming out heavier than he expected.

Dr. Moreau nodded slightly, her expression neutral but attentive. —You’ve mentioned her before. Tell me what’s been coming up for you.—

He hesitated, trying to find the right words. Talking about Amelie always felt like walking a tightrope between nostalgia and regret. —I can’t stop thinking about her lately. It’s like... she’s in my head all the time, and I don’t know why now, of all times. I mean, we haven’t even talked since Bahrain, and that was...— He trailed off, counting back. —Six months ago? And it wasn’t exactly a friendly chat.—

Dr. Moreau tilted her head slightly. —What happened in Bahrain?—

Lando let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. —It was a mess. I tried to talk to her, and it just... blew up in my face. She told me she was disappointed in me, that I didn’t fight for us back then. She said she loved me.— His voice faltered at the memory, and he looked away, biting the inside of his cheek. —I didn’t know what to say. It caught me so off guard, and I guess... I didn’t handle it well.—

—What do you mean by 'didn’t handle it well'?—

He sighed, his knee bouncing restlessly. —I got defensive. Told her she was the one who ignored me, who pushed me away. I was so angry, at her, at myself, because deep down, I knew she was right. I didn’t fight for her. I just... let her go. And now, I can’t stop thinking about what could’ve been if I had been better back then.—

Dr. Moreau nodded thoughtfully, giving him a moment before speaking. —It sounds like there’s a lot of unresolved feelings there. Have you thought about why Amelie’s been on your mind so much recently?—

Lando leaned forward, elbows on his knees, rubbing his hands together. —Maybe it’s because I found out she and Rodrigo broke up. I didn’t even know until a few months ago. It’s not like I was happy about it... well, okay, part of me was, but not in a shitty way. I just... it made me realize I still care about her. A lot. And then I started wondering if I should try again, you know? If it’s even worth trying to fix things after everything.—

Dr. Moreau’s gaze softened. —Why do you think it might not be worth it?—

He let out a frustrated sigh. —Because I messed it up so badly the first time. Because I’ve been a coward, hiding behind distractions like... well, you know. Magui, parties, anything to avoid feeling like shit about how things ended with Amelie. She deserves better than that. Better than me, probably.—

Dr. Moreau leaned forward slightly, her tone steady but firm. —You’ve said that about yourself before, that Amelie deserves better than you. Why do you believe that?—

Lando paused, staring at the floor. —Because I’m selfish. Back then, I was so caught up in my career, my schedule, my own insecurities. I let her slip away because it was easier than dealing with how hard it was to be apart all the time. And now, even though I’ve grown up a bit, I still wonder if I’m capable of giving her what she needs.—

Dr. Moreau was quiet for a moment, letting his words hang in the air. —It sounds like you’ve done a lot of reflecting, Lando. You’re acknowledging where you fell short, and that’s an important step. But what I’m hearing is a lot of guilt—and guilt alone isn’t a reason to stay away from someone. What do you feel when you think about Amelie now?—

He looked up, his throat tightening as he considered the question. —I feel... like I miss her. Not just because she’s beautiful or funny or because we had great chemistry. I miss her as a person. The way she gets me to open up without even trying, the way she makes me feel grounded even when everything else is chaotic. She’s always been... different. Special.—

—Do you want her back in your life?—

Lando’s chest tightened at the question. It was so simple, yet it felt like it carried the weight of every moment they’d shared and every mistake he’d made. He leaned back in the chair, staring at the ceiling for a long moment before finally answering.

—Yeah. I do. I want her back in my life. But not just as some fling or... I don’t know, something half-hearted. If I’m going to do this, I want to do it properly. I want to show her I’ve changed, that I can actually deserve a second chance with her.—

Dr. Moreau nodded, her expression kind but thoughtful. —That’s a big realization, Lando. It sounds like you’re recognizing not just what you want, but the kind of effort and commitment it will take to make it happen. Do you feel ready to take that step?—

He hesitated, his hands clasped tightly together. —That’s the thing, isn’t it? I don’t know if I’m ready. I don’t even know if she’d want to hear from me. After Bahrain... she made it pretty clear she didn’t want me in her life anymore. And honestly, I don’t blame her.—

—What makes you think she wouldn’t want to hear from you now?— Dr. Moreau asked gently.

—Because I hurt her. I let her down when it mattered most, and even if I’m ready to make things right, that doesn’t erase the damage I did back then. She’s moved on. What if she’s better off without me?—

Dr. Moreau gave him a moment to process his own words before responding. —It’s possible that Amelie has moved on, or that she’s in a place where she doesn’t want to revisit the past. But that’s not something you can control, Lando. What you can control is how honest you are with her, and with yourself. If you truly want a second chance, it starts with being vulnerable enough to tell her how you feel, regardless of the outcome.—

Lando rubbed his face, the weight of her words settling over him. —It’s just... terrifying. What if I put myself out there and it doesn’t mean anything to her? What if I ruin whatever’s left of what we had?—

—Or,— Dr. Moreau said softly, —what if it does mean something to her? What if this is the first step toward rebuilding the connection you’ve both been missing? You won’t know unless you try, Lando. And from everything you’ve told me, it sounds like Amelie was someone who valued honesty and effort. If nothing else, being open with her might bring you the closure, or the new beginning, you’re looking for.—

He nodded slowly, the words sinking in. Deep down, he knew she was right. If he didn’t take the chance, he’d always wonder what could’ve been. And maybe he had changed enough to deserve that chance, to show Amelie that he wasn’t the same person who let her slip away.

—Okay,— he said finally, his voice steadier than he felt. —I’ll do it. I don’t know how or when, but I’ll reach out to her. I owe her that much, at least.—

Dr. Moreau smiled gently. —That’s a brave decision, Lando. It won’t be easy, but taking responsibility for your actions and being honest about your feelings is a big step forward. And remember, this isn’t about proving yourself to her, it’s about showing up as the person you want to be, for her and for yourself.—

Lando nodded again, a small flicker of determination starting to replace the uncertainty. —I just... I want to make it right. Whatever that looks like. I don’t want to screw this up again.—

—And that mindset is exactly why you’re ready to try again. You’re not the same person you were back then, Lando. Give yourself credit for that.—

For the first time in what felt like months, Lando allowed himself a sliver of hope. He left the session feeling lighter, his mind clearer. As he walked out of the office and into the bright Monaco sun, he pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he landed on her name.

Amelie.

He didn’t call or text her—at least not yet. But for the first time, he felt ready to take the first step. Whatever happened next, he knew he couldn’t keep hiding from the truth.

It was time to fight for her, the way he should have from the beginning.

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lovenorris07: WE GET A WHOLE MONTH WITHOUT MAGUI??? Lando, please keep it up 😭💖 → lanfan_42: @lovenorris07 right?! A month of peace, LET'S GO 🔥🔥

imlovedwithlan: BRO, WHY DOES HE LOOK SO CUTE JUST WALKING AROUND MONACO? 😩

lano_baby: He’s literally so cute, I’m crying like why do I feel like his ex right now 💀😭 → norrisfanatic: @lano_baby YOU'RE NOT ALONE, I feel the pain too 😔💔

stella_vibes: Wait... Lando out here looking THIS good while Amelie is playing hard to get?? 😩 COME ON, Ames, give him a chance already!! 😭 → racebabe69: @stella_vibes They need to get back to their vibe! Pls the friendship, the FLIRTING, I miss it 😭😭

cutie_lando: Sooo Amelie and Lando are both single now?? Things just got interesting 😏 → f1_feverrr: @cutie_lando right?! It's like the universe is telling them to get it together already!!

sophiemay_27: Wait, is this the longest we’ve gone without Magui?? 👀

[rubyvhs]

deal with it ch1 | dean winchester

Summary. Firefighter, Dean winchester saves you from bleeding out to death in the forest. And he gets a call. Tags. 4k words, blood, injury, mention of sex, inaccurate firefighter talk. Laila’s notes. Finally chapter one, beta’d by @crowleysmistress but all mistakes are still mine. looked over by @justwhisperingfantasies, thank you love for reading the entirety of it<3

Sam throws his paper cup at his brother to grab his attention, which works. Dean curses him out, scratching his neck. “What the hell, man!”

“You zoned off. I was asking when your shift starts.” Dean groans, standing up and taking his plate to the sink to avoid the stupid conversation. Dean’s schedule is the same it's always been, Sam is just doing the whole ‘small talk' leading up to ‘are you okay’ strategy. It’s unwelcome and, in Dean’s opinion, unnecessary. 

Sam doesn’t back down. He gets up, throws his cup away to stand next to Dean. Then an expected, "You okay?" It’s a little less loaded said by the sink so Dean nods, slaps his back, and decides that’s enough socializing for the day.

At least until he's forced to make contact when he gets to the station.

It’s better at the station. Much better. He’s more focused on the recruits he’s training, partly because it entails being a hard-ass and a little condescending. Being able to gauge out the ones who want to learn and the kids who came here to upset their parents. He gets wanting to rebel but these are people's lives, he doesn't play around when training new firefighters.

Dean’s secret job is to make sure as many people as possible drop out of the recruit training. Which is why they’re doing push-ups directly after finishing a two-hour training session. There’s only two women recruits, he doesn’t really care about the gender as long as they give it their all, and so far only one of them looks like she’ll be up for it. He doesn’t think any of the guys are making it though— and even if they do it it isn’t their calling the way he believes it to be the girl’s. 

“C’mon, recruits, ten more.” He shouts, circling them though he’s hardly paying attention, mostly on his phone texting his mum to tell her he’ll check in later; his head snaps at the sound of a recruit collapsing on the floor. His lips press into a hard line as he hits send, “Was that a hundred?” He scolds, noticing that the rest are still going. Good.

“No, sir.” The poor man looks beat but Dean can’t take chances with these guys, they’re supposed to carry cement out of buildings and people away from harm, they can’t drop whenever they feel like it. “Sorry.”

When the other recruits finally drop down he tells everyone to go grab a water. This is supposed to be his co-worker's job, Ruby, so he’s letting a first offense slide. She'll know how to deal with them better, besides he’s only here because Ellen, the division chief, forced him to be.

She’s one of his closest friends, almost like a mother to him, even, but she’s been a real pain ever since the tragedy, trying to take it easy on Dean when she knows that’s not how he copes, but he gets it— she’d rather not have his death on her conscience. And he’ll be the first to admit he could be a bit reckless sometimes even if it’s for the good of people.

One of the recruits walks up to him and he recognizes her as the girl Cortese keeps talking about. Whatever her name is. “Hi, I just wanted to ask where Ruby is. Is she okay?”

She doesn’t seem like she’s asking to be a bitch or to whine, just genuine concern. He can't bring himself to bite her head off for it, even if the question is a little disrespectful (she's not a firefighter yet, she should be focused on how to get the Cal Fire program, not worry if the nicer teacher is here). “Ruby’s fine, she’s working. This is your last week in Cal Fire as recruits, I’ll be taking over to test your limits and help with training." 

That and he gets to take his frustration out on somebody. 

She nods, about to say something when he hears his name from behind. He looks away from the recruit to see his mum; his eyes widen, jaw slackening. Seriously? again? She walks over to him and pulls him in for a quick hug.

Why the hell does she bother texting if she never tells him she’s visiting?

He doesn’t mind his mother showing up at work, just wishes that maybe she could’ve called or told him she wants to visit and he'll go to her. But of course, there’s no telling Mary Winchester what to do so he accepts his fate by hugging her back and kisses her head when he lets go. “Hey, mum.”

“Nice to hear your voice, Dean, since you haven’t called in a month.”

Yeah, okay, time to bring another firefighter in. He tells his mum to walk with him until he reaches the kitchen and taps Benny in for training. He starts making him and his mother a cup of coffee while she's already giving him a look that has ‘my baby’ written all over it, and contrary to popular belief, Dean Winchester is Fine. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t call, schedule's been a little busy.”

“Honey, it’s ten and you’re still in the station, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here so early.” While fires don’t have a strict schedule, Dean is usually more occupied with cases in the morning and doesn’t spend an extra second, beyond making coffee, in the station. Even then he has someone else make it. 

Truthfully, he just doesn’t have it in him to do this. He can’t talk to his mother or Sam or goddamn anyone right now about what happened. 

“Yeah, well, I’m great, mum. How’s work?” Mary’s an interior designer in her brother’s company but he’s sure she’s taken a break since the incident, if not only to have enough time to dote on Sam and Dean.

They keep talking, and his mother reassures him she’s keeping track of the house and that she’ll be staying at their apartment this week. 

The Winchesters don’t intentionally live together, it was a total accident at first. Really comical if you ask Dean (a tragedy according to Sam). They both put a deposit on the apartment thinking they'd be two floors down from each other, before the landlord cleared it up for them. but it doesn't matter anymore since they decided they’ll share the space, it was already more than they both needed.

Though Dean’s sure Sam won’t stay forever; he’ll want to move out with his girlfriend sooner or later, Dean secretly hopes it’s later. Sam’s his baby brother, and right now, his lifeline. It’s not fair to pile all that on him but it’s the only thing he knows to do, his only way to cope at the moment.

He’s microwaving a plate of the leftovers, something one of the guys made before the alarms go off throughout the entire station, the division chief’s voice ringing through it with the location and incident.

Except most of the guys went off to another location.

Guess he’s out of retirement early. He kisses his mom’s head, tells her he’ll see her at home and when he’s back in the bay area he finds the last two firefighters getting out of their suits like they're done for the day. It would make sense for them to think so, Lafitte wouldn't keep them if he's already leaving but he notices one of the recruits still in the uniform.

“Alright Lafitte, Blackwater Ridge, let’s go— recruit! Come with me.”

Time to test the girl's abilities the way he’s been wanting since he first saw her. She runs over, nodding enthusiastically. “You’re with me, get ready.”

“With— with you? To a fire?” She stammers.

“No, we’re making a stop at a diner.” He scoffs, walking away to his spot to start getting the uniform on. “Someone call Cortese, let her know where we are. They should be done by now.” It’s been hours since half of the team has left and it was a minor fire (an isolated house) and since Cal Fire has the inmate program, they do most of the non-firefighting work so they have to be finished.

Dean looks over at the recruit for a second. He's not sure why he smiles when he sees she put the gear on in record time. Ruby taught them well, and she's determined as hell, he'll give her that. "Hey, recruit. What's your name?" 

Her dirty blond hair flies as she spins to look at him, "Jo Harvelle, Chief." 

Harvelle? Ain't that a fuckin' treat?

"As in DC Ellen Harvelle?"

"That's my mother." Great. Now he knows where she gets her strength from. Ellen is a beast of a woman, he doesn't know anyone better to be their chief of division, to lead them through difficult cases and wildfires. He respects her indefinitely and to know that's her daughter— he'll try not to treat her any different.

“Alright, Harvelle, stay close, got it?” She nods frantically, her nervousness imminent, but Dean wouldn’t have done this if he didn’t think she’s got it. She does, she’ll be a damn good firefighter one day and he’s honored he can help her in any way. 

When they get to the scene it’s only half past eleven, but there's already a couple of people walking up to him angrily. Police are already here as well as an ambulance; he hadn’t heard much, only that a girl fell down a cliff— on a trail he and his friends used to walk along all the time.

“Detective.” He nods at Harris, shaking the older woman’s hand. “What’s wrong?”

“Katrina, she fell down the trail while she and her friends were taking pictures for Instagram.” Dean would tsk disappointingly if the name didn’t slow down his beating heart. “Chief Winchester?”

“Katrina? Katrina Novak?” She checks her file before her eyes widen. “That’s Cas’s daughter.”

“Shit.” 

Cas comes back with Ruby and no one has the heart to tell him what’s wrong until they use the drone and he sees her. Sees his daughter limp and unmoving, her face covered in bruises and blood. Dean’s about to comfort his best friend, tell him they’ll get her out, and be a good chief, but he can't get the words out, it's never been his strong suit. 

He talks with Ruby and she tells him what she thinks is the best option, which is absolute crap. Ruby's idea's safe, they don't need safe right now, this is Cas' daughter. "Dean you can’t seriously be thinking of sending me down there in a helicopter!" She hisses, but Dean knows her well enough to understand it’s because she'll need someone else with her. There will inevitably be two firefighters put in risk and while Ruby knows she can handle it she's not sure anyone else can. Especially with Benny stranded.

"Take Harvelle."

"DC is here?" She furrows her eyebrows but Dean only points to Jo. "Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me."

He isn't. And they both end up on the helicopter with the longest harness they own.

Such a bad idea. Worst fucking idea. Ruby says as much, and he shuts her down immediately. 

Dean wasn't even aware eyes got so big but Jo's did and he has to give her a strict look that says he's not messing around. Katrina could be losing more and more blood as they speak, there's no time to help calm Jo down or tell her that she'll do great. 

They both fly directly above the hundred-foot cavern. Ruby dangled in the air as they get her to a slow descent down to Katrina. The second she's on the ground he hears her through the radio. "I can see her, she’s breathing." Dean holds his breath. “And vitals are stable!”

Cas' eyes widen and he hugs Dean, which makes him laugh softly. "We'll get her back up here, don't worry." Now they just need to bring her up using the anchor they built before. They throw one down to Jo is slung down just far enough to reach Benny and get him loose so he can help Ruby when she reaches him with the girl then she's back on the ground. Dean throws her a proud grin.

Finally, the inmates make it. Just in time to start pulling all four of them up. It goes great until they notice a small crack and look back to see the tree breaking away from the ground. 

The tree's fucking huge, and it's held down by the truck too, goddamn it. "Okay, okay, slow down." Everyone stops pulling and he runs back to inspect the damage. Damn it, were they packing on more weight? 

"Harvelle," she stands up straight, facing him, "tie another knot." She does and it'll make it only a little bit stronger but they're almost here, they'll make it. 

"Keep going!" Everyone starts pulling again and he talks into the radio, "Cortese, are y'all packing on more weight?"

It takes a few seconds before: "Yes, chief. A girl. Early twenties, stable vitals; but she looks like she has a concussion." Perfect. 

"And you didn't mention her before why?"

"Thought Lafitte told you." She knows damn well he didn't but it isn't that big of a deal, they don't have any more harnesses to throw down anyway and the outcome would've been the same, he doesn't doubt Ruby made all of these calculations on her own.

Cas’s daughter is fine, medically speaking. An ambulance takes her away and Dean's quick to check on the other girl— the one they didn't know was freakin' there. "Hello? Ma'am can you hear me?"

She can, barely. She utters a weak ‘where am I’ and the ambulance checks on her too. "Alright, great job, everyone. Pack up." 

Even with the case done and everyone out of harm’s way, he can't help but look back at the ambulance driving away with two girls and one of his firefighters— one of his best friends— in them.

It seems last minute decisions are Dean’s specialty today. "Ruby, take over, I'm going to follow Cas."

"Winchester, we're all comin' if you just let us get to the station first—"

"Meet us there, then." She doesn't argue beyond that and he runs to catch up with detective Harris. 

"Chief, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"You're going to the hospital, right? To question the girls?" She nods. "I need to come with."

"Of course, let's go." It's as easy as that. Annie Harris gets in the driver’s seat, him in the passengers and they drive to the hospital quickly. 

Cas looks devastated and it shakes Dean a little. He's not here for emotional support. He should be, but he's not any good at it. He's here for work... or guilt. They hadn't even searched the place properly and didn’t know there was another girl. 

But he checks on Katrina, thank God she's okay. Then when he goes to enter the other girl's room, Anael stops him. "You don't know her, Dean."

He shakes his head, saying that doesn't matter. Anael isn't that easy though, he noticed pretty quick. He's known her for years and worked with her for most of them, she's a tough detective and someone he always wants to have on his side, except she does her job a little too well. He's a firefighter for God's sake he doesn't need to know her to see her. 

He tells her as much.

"That's not true and you know it. You might freak the girl out. She's only twenty five and she has a head concussion."

"She's twenty-five?" He would've guessed nineteen, and even that's stretching it. She looks— god she looks unhealthily thin. He didn’t see much past her hair, anyway. When he peaks behind Anael’s red hair, she’s lying down, her face covered in bandaids. But bandaids are good, they’re used for things that take less than a few days to heal… right? 

"Yeah, Dean, look, just stay away from her until we question her—"

"Oh so you can fucking question her, and that won't freak her out at all, huh?" He doesn't know why he's fighting so hard to see her, she's a victim, sure, but more than that, he feels incredibly indebted to her too. Like he's the reason he's here. He believes he is.

"Dean—"

"Stop it, Anael." She scoffs and walks away, leaving Dean so guilt ridden he might as well be in the hospital bed next to her. "Damn it," he looks down at your file but doesn't open it, just tries out your name then steps further inside, right next to your bed. "You awake yet?"

When he doesn't get an answer he takes it as a sign from the universe to leave (and then he'll come back because there's no way Dean Winchester is taking orders from the freakin' universe). 

"Where— am I?" He hears your voice and he honest to God feels his heart stop. Like a deer caught in headlights he turns back to face you with a nervous pull of his lips. 

"You're in the hospital, Edgewater Medical Center." 

"God," you groan, slightly sitting up, a hand on your head where he can see a couple of stitches. He rushes to stop you but you notice it before he can. "What the hell is that?"

"Stitches. I'm sorry, something happened in the forest and you have a concussion. Otherwise, you're fine." There should probably be a doctor here talking you through all of this considering he just said the words 'otherwise you're fine' as if your head cracking open is dandy.

"I'm sorry," he says again but this time it's for his stupidness. He says your name to ask you how you ended up there before you cut him off.

"How'd you know my name?"

"Chart." You're too tired to actually figure out what that means and he doesn't like looking a gift horse in the mouth, "what, uh, what were you doing in the forest?"

it’s almost like you were brought back to consciousness right then as your eyes widen and you throw your body up. He reaches over to you to quickly hold you down. You look down at his hand on your arm like he’s burning you alive so he steps back warily. "There was a guy."

Is that your way of telling him you have a boyfriend? Because he was not hitting on you. "Excuse me?"

"A guy. In the forest with me— we were…" You look away instantly, and he notices you're blinking at an unusual rate. "We were…" Fine, he gets it. Sex. Move on. "I— uh—"

"Alright, I get it. What happened?"

He's apparently wrong for thinking that you can't possibly get more flustered because you start fiddling with your hair. "Yes. That. And we, uh, well I guess that means I fell. I fell down somewhere—"

"Who is he?"

He's not sure what he's even going to do with the name but he has to know what kind of guy would leave a girl he was just having sex with for fucking dead. That kind of asshole needs to be dealt with. In the police kind of way, obviously.

"I, he's a man, and I mean, wasn't he the one who called you guys?" God, Dean wishes. Maybe then he wouldn't be gritting his teeth so hard he's starting to see white.

"No." You frown and he thinks his heart is breaking. You shouldn't look sad, it doesn't suit you. And Dean thinks he might have a heart attack just seeing it. "There was a girl who got hurt in the same area you did. They called us and we found you."

"He… left?"

"Sorry, sweetheart." He says before wincing. He's been warned a couple of times by the DC (division chief), and once by the fire chief about using nicknames with victims. Which means the next time a freakin' janitor complains about it, he's getting time off. 

"Yeah, it's okay." He's not sure whether you're strong or stupid but either way he's about to rage at you. 'It's okay?' What's okay? Leaving a girl you were fucking for dead? That's not okay. That's a crime. Well, unfortunately it isn't illegal to watch someone die and not do anything but he's sure with a good lawyer you'd be able to throw him into a cell under so many other charges.

He's getting ahead of himself, you don't even want to tell him who it is. "Did someone call my mum?" 

"I'm not sure, I'm not a doctor." He looks down, signaling his uniform that he still has on. "I'll bring him though, I hope you recover soon." He doesn't wait for your response because he's storming over to Annie who he's sure is going to kill him for talking to you but she might also kiss him for getting all that information out of you.

He gets the feeling you won't be too cooperative with the police.

Dean's not glad to be right but you do end up giving them some half assed responses and you aren't exactly required to say anything anyway so they leave. Katrina has to stay in the hospital for two days, you’re okay to go home.

He's not sure what to do here. He has to get back to the station, everyone except for Cas is, but he can't leave you. What you've been through is traumatic in the least, and you didn't even want to tell the police, you didn't want justice, he's pissed for you. And he's scared that means you’ll easily get in the same sort of situation again.

So he does the dumbest thing he's ever done. He knocks on your door when he sees your sister leaving the room and you jump a little. 

"Hey, didn't mean to scare you, just noticed you were leaving." He hesitates, though he hopes you can't see it too much. 

You don't respond he takes it as a clear 'fuck off' and yet does the opposite and steps inside. "So, I wanted to say—"

"Look, firefighter—"

"Dean Winchester."

"Dean, you can't tell my sister what happened, okay? Seriously, it's none of anyone's business." If he wasn't worried before, he sure as hell is now. 

You straighten up when she suddenly enters the room. Dean doesn't acknowledge her beyond a nod but he takes out a card that has his personal number on it, "Call me if you need anything. Please." He leaves feeling whatever little dignity he had left behind in that godforsaken room. 

When everyone gets back to the station it's almost midnight, he pats Jo's shoulder. "You did good. And you'll make one hell of a firefighter one day." She smiles so bright, he can't help but mirror it. 

"Thank you, chief. It means a lot coming from you. I'll keep working hard to get into Cal Fire, I promise." Yeah well, he already knew she would. He nods before saying good night and walking away to his car.

"Forgetting someone?"

Damn it. He turns around to see his mother in a long black coat, hugging herself to keep warm. "Sorry, Mum, c'mon." When they're both in the car Dean's not sure the day could get anymore exhausting. He's sure it can't.

Until an unknown number calls his phone and his mother picks up. "Mum, don't—"

"Hello? Dean? I have a problem."

Dean snatches the phone from his mother and closes the speaker to put it to his ear. "Who is this?"

When you say your name he lets out a breath of relief. "Yeah, it's me."

"You said I could call."

"Anytime."

"Dean, I need your help." 

It doesn't sound like you're in trouble which means you may be ready to tell him who the guy you were with is. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. I, uh, I'm in a club, I think I just tried to— do something with someone and I don't know him— and I'm, I wanna go home."

He parks in front of his apartment. "Send me your location, I'm on my way."

thank you to everyone who believed in this story way before it came out. I thought I would write the entirety of it then post but as it turns out, I’m a bitch for praise and so I need to know how y’all think before I pour my entire soul into the rest of it. Couple of chapters already written but hope this one was the great start you guys wanted. Kisses💋 Tags: @ambiguous-avery @bitchykittenconnoisseur @imlchn @nperoconelcositoarriba @depressionbarbie2023

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