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lvis44 · 1 year ago

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Freak Like That // LH44

Lewis Hamilton x Y/N

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (Minors DNI), Angst, Kind of Cheating? (depends on how you look at it), Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it), Alcohol, Not Edited/Proofread

Word Count: 8.9k+

Summary: Seeing him again shouldn't be as hard as it is, but the universe has funny ways of making sure you end up back in his arms.

Notes: I'm aware I said this was coming like 3 weeks ago but your girl has her first corporate job that has been much more demanding week by week so I've been busy!! I toyed with turning this into more of a fic so if you're interested in a pt.2 of them LMK. Sweet Escape Epilogue is still on its way but has turned into a bit of a stand alone fic within a chapter, don't hate me, or maybe you'll love me for it. I didn't proofread this and wrote part of it while I was a tad bit drunk, oopsie! Love you all!

I am not a professional writer and all of this is a work of fiction and is strictly for fun. Enjoy! xxx

It had taken everything in you to move on from Lewis. You had done everything in your power to forget him, how he felt, how good he was to you, but the thought of him always lingered. You would have been a fool to ever think that anything could ever truly happen between the two of you, you were mature enough to know it was always just sex, it would always be just sex. That didn’t mean you never fantasized about how it would feel to be loved by him. It was never a relationship between the two of you, there was never any commitment from him. He had been more of a fuck buddy, a sugar daddy in many senses. He was older than you, detached, and loved to shower you with gifts. You only ever had his attention in private, and when you did he made you see stars. Lewis had always managed to unlock something within you that you didn’t know existed, bringing alive senses you’d never felt. He taught you things about your body and needs that you had been so naive to. No one had ever been able to compare to him. Parting from him had been one of the most difficult tasks you had ever been faced with, but you knew the agreement between the two of you wasn’t sustainable, you were only ever destined for heartbreak if you continued with him. You had done so well for the last year, ignoring his texts, doing your best to avoid his heavy presence online. Him being in the same room as you however, was something that you were not prepared for. He looked ethereal, his beige suit jacket showing off just a peak of his chest, enough to force the images back into your head, his tattoos glistening above you as he wears you out. He has one braid hanging perfectly in front of his face, all you can think of is how his braids felt tickling your neck when he would pant dirty words into your sticky skin.

“Y/N? You okay darling?” The voice that came from beside you startled you. When you looked to your side, your boyfriend was looking at you with concern written all over his face.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, sorry about that, just zoned out for a second.” You try to fake laugh it off, not wanting him to pry.

He continues to look suspicious but doesn’t press any further, instead seamlessly transitioning into a conversation with one of the businessmen standing with him. You find your attention returning back to where Lewis had stood, his attention now fully on you. His smirk is knowing as he drags his eyes shamelessly up and down your body. You have to use every ounce of power in yourself to pull your eyes away from him as one of your boyfriends business partners directs a question to you. You put your fake smile on, engaging in boring conversation as you do your best to ignore the strong presence that is Lewis. You had been worried that one day you would run into him, your boyfriend working in the fashion industry made it almost inevitable.

You managed to stay relatively strong throughout the night, the champagne helping immensely. Lewis had disappeared into the crowd and you had done your absolute best not to look for him. You spent your evening tailing behind your boyfriend, being introduced to random men that you assumed worked in the same circles as him. Your boyfriend kept his hand on your lower back throughout most of the night, the only acknowledgement that you were even really there. He was a fine man, he had taken his time winning you over, taken you on romantic dates, but the spark still wasn’t there, and the arguments were becoming more and more frequent. You knew he cared about you, treated you well, but he was simply the safest option, and he was getting sick of your lack of interest in his work. You were growing increasingly tired of being his arm candy, using you to show off to his business partners. The intimacy lacked passion, nothing matched the raw passion you had with Lewis once upon a time. It wasn’t fair to compare him to Lewis, he was actually there to be your partner, not just a fun time, but it was almost impossible.

“There’s only a few more people I need to talk to and then I promise we can go.” Your boyfriend whispered into your ear. You couldn’t wait to get out of your heels and be in a quiet room, away from the people faking sincerity in hopes of investments and business opportunities.

You grab another glass of champagne as your boyfriend orders an Old Fashion before once again pulling you along through the crowd of people, evidently in search of someone.

“Ah, there he is.” You hear him exclaim, not yet able to see who he’s approaching.

When you come out from behind him you want to scream, he has approached Lewis, completely unaware of the situation he has just put you in.

“It’s so fantastic to meet you, I’m Brian, we work with a lot of the same people around here. It’s an honor, I’m a big fan.” Your boyfriend extends his hand to Lewis eagerly.

You can’t help but be confused, your boyfriend has never once mentioned racing, you can only assume he’s a fan of his work in fashion, or he’s lying.

“Nice to meet you too,” Lewis responds politely with a small chuckle, returning the handshake before turning his attention to you, “and always wonderful to see you Y/N.”

You want to melt into the earth below you. You can see the devious look in his eyes, blatantly announcing your familiarity, you thank god your boyfriend doesn’t know the depth of familiarity you have with the man in front of you, not yet at least.

“You two know each other?” Your boyfriend asks, confusion covering his face.

“Oh yeah, we know each other well. Y/N hasn’t told you?” Lewis continues, a wide smile across his beautiful lips. To anyone else it would look kind and genuine, but you know he’s playing at something else, daring you, challenging your boyfriend in the simplest of ways.

“No she’s never-“ Your boyfriend starts before you cut him off.

“I wouldn’t say we know each other well, we’ve just met at things like this before.” You rush out, it’s not entirely a lie, that is exactly how you first met him. Your boyfriend doesn’t need to know the rest.

Lewis sends you a smirk, cocky and mischievous.

“All I can say man is you landed a very talented woman.” Lewis says to your boyfriend, the words falling off his lips in such a tone that your stomach flips.

“She is pretty incredible.” Your boyfriend smiles at you, wrapping his arm around your waist, completely oblivious to the meaning behind Lewis’ words. You can see out of the corner of your eye how Lewis glances down at the action, his jaw tightening momentarily.

Your boyfriend is on a mission, immediately transitioning into talking business with Lewis. You do your best not to undress him with your eyes, opting to look down at his feet throughout most of the conversation. You can feel Lewis glance at you every once in a while, trying so hard to ignore the way his gaze makes you feel. As you hear someone calling your boyfriends name you think you are finally free from the situation.

“So sorry, it sounds like I’m needed elsewhere, it was truly great meeting you, it was an honor.” Your boyfriend says to Lewis, shaking his hand once again before turning to you. You're ready to follow after him, happy to be dragged into yet another boring conversation, “Why don’t you stay here and catch up for a moment, I’ll find you later.”

He doesn’t give you even a moment to object as he presses a kiss to your temple and quickly makes his exit. You both watch as your boyfriend walks away, you in fear of the situation he’s left you in, Lewis in excitement of the exact same thing.

“Soooo,” Lewis draws out, finally looking directly at you, “how have you been?”

“Seriously?” You bite at him, unamused by his behavior.

He just shrugs, taking a sip of his drink, the glass barely hiding his amused smirk.

“What the hell was that? There’s no reason he needs to know anything.” You say, your tone low and harsh.

He just laughs, “There’s no way youre fucking that dude. I doubt that square can make you cum. Not the way I did.”

“Lewis,” You hiss at him, looking around hoping no one heard him, “he’s good to me, leave him alone.”

“So I’m right, he can’t make you cum can he.” His words come out as a statement not a question, so confident in himself, in his knowledge of your needs.

“Untrue, he’s perfectly fine, and he offers so much more than you ever did.” You throw back at him, not happy at his assessment of your relationship, he has no right to assume anything. Even if he’s partially correct.

“He might not break your heart baby, but I doubt he can break your back the way I did.” He’s gotten closer to you, his voice lower, seductive.

You can feel your breath hitch, the familiar smell of him engulfing your senses, his words going to your core unwillingly. He notices it too, the tip of his tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip. All you can think about is how that same tongue has felt in your mouth, all over your body, inside of you, so many times. He chuckles as he watches you get lost in thought, knowing exactly where your mind has wandered.

“He’s gonna be busy for a while, we could relive some old times.” Lewis says quietly, his head gesturing back toward the hall where the bathrooms are.

“Lewis, no.” You say against your will, desperately wanting to follow him mindlessly down the hall and let him have his way with you, but you can’t let yourself do it to your boyfriend.

“Offer stands, always, ya know when you finally get sick of him.” Lewis says casually.

Within moments your boyfriend has appeared at your side once again. You worry that he’s heard something but he seems unbothered, unaware of what you were just offered.

“Vance and I are going to go grab drinks down the street, talk about the contract somewhere a little quieter.” He says to you, ignoring Lewis entirely.

You sigh, realizing just how much longer your night had just gotten, “I really just want to head back to the hotel.”

“Really? You know these meetings always go better when you’re around. You take the focus off of me.” He half complains half laughs.

“We’ve been here forever babe, I really just want to get out of my dress.” You say softly, trying to get out of the boring boys club meeting.

“You’ll be fine, besides how would you even get back to the hotel? I need to have the car take Vance and I and you’re never going to find a cab with all of this going on.” He gestures back towards that large party, his voice starting to sound annoyed.

“I’ll figure something out, I really just want to go back to the hotel, the day has been long enough as is.” You sigh, hoping he lets it go.

“C'mon babe, we’re supposed to be a team.” He continues to try to convince you.

Never have you been part of his business ventures, only the arm candy that he brings to meetings when he is trying to show off to someone.

“And we are, I’m just not up to staying out so late tonight.” You say, growing agitated, embarrassed that this conversation is happening in front of Lewis.

“We won’t be out late.” Your boyfriend continues to argue, “And how are you even going to get to the hotel?”

“I’ve got a car coming in just a little bit, I’ll get her back.” Lewis pipes up before you can respond, not looking at you but directing his attention to your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend lets out a frustrated huff before conceding.

“That would be great, I appreciate it man.” Your boyfriend agrees without asking you, shaking Lewis’ hand.

“Anytime, don’t worry, she’ll be well taken care of.” The smile on Lewis’ face is so sweet you could almost believe he is just being polite.

Your boyfriend doesn’t even say another word to you, walking away toward his business partners after patting you on the shoulder.

“He evidently trusts you.” Lewis says, raising his eyebrow at you.

“He has absolutely no reason not to.” You fire back at him, feeling defensive.

“Come on, let’s go get a drink.” Lewis ignores you, wiggling his now empty drink in the air.

“I thought your car was going to be here in a second.” You say, raising an accusatory brow at him as you cross your arms over your chest.

“I said it would be here in a little bit,” Lewis starts, taking note of your eye roll at his words, “It will be fine, I’ll have you back before Prince Charming gets his drunk ass back to your room.”

“He’s not drunk.” You defend him unnecessarily, making Lewis laugh.

“If he’s getting drinks with Vance, he definitely will be by the time he’s back. Come have a drink with me, I’ve missed you.” Lewis shakes his head, evidently familiar with the man your boyfriend is getting drinks with.

“You’ve missed me?” The words come out of your mouth without meaning to, you’re genuinely surprised he’s even thought of you since you parted ways.

“Yes, of course I have,” He laughs, directing you toward the bar, “I always enjoyed myself with you. I still don’t get why you left.” His voice sounds vulnerable as he lets the last bit slip.

“You know exactly why I left.” You say, mindlessly following him to the bar against your better judgment.

“No I really don’t, you never really gave me an explanation. You just disappeared.” Lewis argues with you, keeping his voice low as he directs you onto a bar stool.

“Lewis, we both know nothing about what we were doing was sustainable. There’s no way you could have ever given me what I need.” You sigh, not wanting to have this conversation, especially not in public.

“And what is it that you need? Some guy that can’t satisfy you? You’re really trying to tell me that you’re happier with him than you were with me?” Lewis continues to push you, waving down the bartender.

“Lewis, I was never with you, and besides that, you have no idea what our relationship is like.” You defend yourself, not directly answering him.

“I think I saw enough to know that you’re not having fun.” Lewis shoots back at you, waiting for the bartender to make his way over to the two of you.

“It’s not about fun, it’s about stability.” You say, trying to stand your ground.

“You deserve both.” Lewis mumbles as the bartender appears in front of you.

Lewis orders for you, not needing to ask what you want, confident in his prior experience with you.

Your mind wanders back to the rare times that you would go out in public with him, hidden in the back corner of dive bars. The two of you getting tipsy off of shitty drinks before falling into bed together. It was rare times like those that made you fantasize about actually being in a relationship with him, dream about what your life would be like with him giggling through kisses as a permanent fixture.

“What have you been up to?” Lewis pulls you out of your thoughts, thankfully changing the subject.

“Just the usual, not much has changed.” You shrug, taking a sip of the drink in front of you.

“Descriptive,” Lewis teases you, “nothing new? How’d you meet your square?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes, “You really want to talk about my boyfriend?”

“I need to know what I’m up against.” Lewis shrugs as if it's the most normal thing in the world.

“You’re not up against anything because it’s not a competition.” You deadpan, annoyed with his confidence.

“Everything’s a competition babe, that’s life.” Lewis laughs, taking a sip of his drink,

You can’t help the way your stomach flips at the familiar pet name, it’s been so long since you’ve heard it fall off his lips, it came so naturally to him.

Somehow you find yourself engaged in a normal conversation with Lewis eventually, discussing his race season and other projects he’s been working on. You’ve always loved to hear him talk about the things he’s passionate about, easily getting lost in his words. You stay with him, enjoying the shockingly easy conversation, indulging in more drinks than you should. It’s not until you see him check his watch do you think about how much time has probably passed.

“So is your car here yet, or are you planning on holding me hostage?” You ask him, filling the momentary silence.

“Not used to many hostage situations that include free drinks,” Lewis laughs, “but we should probably head out front, car will be here soon.”

“Thank you for the drinks by the way.” You say quietly, sliding off your stool to follow him out of the venue.

He just smiles, no words leaving his mouth as he places his hand on your lower back, guiding you out with him. It doesn’t take long before his car is at the curb, his hand not having left your back as he urges you into the car. Despite the multiple seats available, he settles into the seat directly next to you, his thigh touching yours sending electricity through your whole body. You curse yourself for how simple it is for him to draw a reaction from you.

“So where’s the square got you staying?” Lewis asks, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“Shut up.” You mumble before giving him directions that he relays to his driver.

There’s a large part of you that’s surprised he seems to actually be taking you back to your hotel, expecting him to try so much more before actually granting you your freedom. You can’t help but be slightly annoyed with your boyfriend for putting you in this position, even if he doesn’t know your history with Lewis, the rumors surrounding him should be enough to keep your girlfriend from being alone with him. Even if your boyfriend trusts you, why does he trust Lewis so much?

The drive is mostly silent. Lewis has his arm up over the back of your seat and as much as you want to fight him on it, push him away, you can’t bring yourself to do so, you enjoy the feeling of being so close to him. His body heat is intoxicating in the worst way, you can’t help but relish in the familiar feeling, so used to being cocooned in his arms. You can tell that you’re getting close to your hotel by the familiar streets, Lewis still scrolling on his phone as if he could care less that you’re sat next to him for the first time in nearly a year. Maybe he’s given up, you think. Maybe he’s finally respecting your boundaries. All of that is thrown to the wind when the car begins to slow down. He scooches even closer to you, his head dropping to your neck.

“My offer always stands, I meant it when I said I miss you.” He whispers in your ear before placing a kiss to your throat.

A small whimper leaves you involuntarily, secretly missing the way that his lips feel on your skin. You can feel a slight smirk on your skin as he pulls away, not far. His face comes up, directly in front of yours, his nose just grazing your own. Everything inside of you is screaming at you to get out of the car and not turn back, but your body is drawn toward him, he can feel it too. One large hand finds your thigh, running up the outside of it, just under the hem of your dress. You relish in the feeling of his calloused fingers on your skin for the first time in far too long. His eyes are heavy as he stares at you, hooded and darkened with lust. He leans forward just the slightest bit, ghosting his lips over yours. When you don’t pull back or fight him, he takes it as a good sign. His grip on your thigh tightens as he leans forward and properly connects your lips. The second his mouth is on yours he lets out a deep groan, one that seems to have been locked inside him for a long time. It doesn’t take long for the kiss to deepen, his tongue finding yours mindlessly. His tongue swirls against yours as his other hand comes to find the back of your head, pressing you harder against him. Your hands have a mind of their own, coming up to find the sides of his strong neck, not even thinking, you’ve been in another world since the second his lips found yours. When he finally departs you find yourself chasing his lips, making him peck yours once again.

“Come back to mine, babygirl.” He whispers, out of breath.

You let out a small whimper, your brain clouded by all of the ways you could explore him tonight, let him explore you.

“Yeah?” He coaxes, his head dropping back to your neck, “We can have so much fun babe. Everything you’ve been missing this last year, I promise.”

“Lewis, I can’t,” You just about groan, frustrated but sticking to your guns, “we’ve already crossed too many lines. I can’t do that to him.”

You try to push Lewis away but it’s worthless, his light assault on your neck is welcomed despite your words.

“Yeah, maybe we crossed a line. Why not cross some more? Hmm?” His words are spoken through kisses trailing up your neck and across your jaw, slowly making his way back towards your lips.

“Lew,” You breathe out, pushing at his chest once again, finally he disconnects from you, just barely, “I shouldn’t. I can’t, it’s not fair.”

“No, it’s really not fair is it.” Lewis shakes his head, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips, a whole different meaning to his words.

“I need to go.” You whisper, moving to get out of the car.

“Hey,” Lewis stops you, a hand on your wrist, “you still have my number, let me know if you change your mind. I’m only a few blocks down.”

You offer him a small smile, not sure how to respond and not able to be in his presence any longer. You slip out of his grasp, closing the door on him as you do. You can feel the heat from where his fingers gripped you, a burning sensation on your skin. You try to shake the sensation from your body as you make your way up to your room. You can hear his car drive away in the background, having to stop yourself from turning around and going back to him. When you arrive back to your room, its empty, your boyfriend nowhere to be found, evidently still out at drinks. You sigh, flopping down onto the mattress. You want to scream. It’s so unbelievably unfair that someone can still have such a hold over you, despite having not seen him in a year. Lewis is addictive, and reintroducing an addictive substance to someone who has just barely become clean is always dangerous.

It’s a few hours before your boyfriend finally returns to the hotel. You’ve long since changed into comfier clothes and are lounging on the bed watching a random show, grateful to finally be out of your heels. When he finally arrives you can tell he’s beyond wasted, just like Lewis had predicted.

“Hey hun.” He slurs, swaying in the hallway as he tries and fails to steady himself.

“Hi,” You giggle, “have a good time with Vance?”

“Yeah,” He laughs back, “woulda had a better time if you had came along though.”

“You look like you had plenty of fun,” You raise a brow at him, “go change and come to bed.”

“I just don’t get why you didn’t want to come, honestly I would have closed that deal so much quicker” He says as he goes into the bathroom

“I told you I wanted to get back to the hotel, I was tired.” You sigh

“Not too tired to hang out with Lewis Hamilton.” You can hear the anger in his voice and it makes you want to laugh.

“Really? You’re the one who told me to stay and hang out with him, not only that but you trusted him to take me home. How is that my fault?” You’re already annoyed as the words leave your mouth, already frustrated beyond belief in so many ways.

“Jesus Y/N, if I knew getting drinks would put you in such a mood maybe I would have come home sooner.” Your boyfriend says from the bathroom.

You have no idea where his sudden attitude has come from, you refusing going to drinks should not have put him in such a mood.

“I’m not in a mood, I just don’t appreciate you implying that I turned you down just to hang out with Lewis.” You argue as he exits the bathroom, his shirt now off, just in his suit pants.

“I know you didn’t leave that gala for quite some fucking time.” He spits at you drunkenly.

“What are you even talking about?” You ask him, confused how he even knows, not that it should even be an issue.

“You were too tired to come get drinks with me to help me with an important investor but you can stay and have drinks with Lewis Hamilton for another hour?” He accuses you, not taking into account that it’s partially his fault.

“We were waiting for his car so we got a drink,” You defend, “and how do you even know how long we were there?”

“People know you're my girl Y/N. Apparently people find it a bit strange when they see my girlfriend drinking at the bar with one of the most notorious playboys in the game.” His voice is slowly getting louder, putting you even more on edge.

“Oh so you have people keeping tabs on me now?” You question him.

“I don’t need to ask, they just do it. It’s embarrassing Y/N. I don’t need people thinking that my girlfriend is out fucking athletes.” He throws at you, rolling your eyes.

“All that should matter is that you know!” You yell at him.

“Do I?” His voice is laced with venom, a sudden distrust that you’ve never seen from him before.

“Well you certainly fucking should.” You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

“How do you know him?” He ignores your argument, taking a step closer to you.

“I told you.”

“Yeah you told me how you met him, sure. How do you actually know him, because you seemed to be pretty fucking close.” He fires at you.

Your anger has reached a peak, not wanting to deal with your boyfriends drunken anger, you let the walls down.

“You really want to know how familiar I am with him? Hmm?” You challenge him.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” He scoffs.

“Yeah, he fucked me for a year straight. Best I ever had.” You shrug, your voice venomous. You have let all of your cares slip away.

“Excuse me?” Your boyfriend is seething, your last comment sticking with him.

“You heard me.” You say, your voice eerily calm.

“You say that and then expect me to believe you didn’t fuck him tonight? How stupid do you think I am?” He sounds almost amused as he asks the question.

“I could have, oh god I could have, I was this close,” You hold up your fingers to emphasize your point, “but I didn’t. Ya know why? Because I’m in a relationship, I fucking you! I couldn’t do that to you. Yet here you are accusing me of going behind your back. You left me alone with him, you let him take me back to the hotel. Why? So you could prove a point about what you think of me?”

“If you were so close to fucking him, why don’t you go do exactly that?” Your boyfriend just about screams at you.

You’ve never had a fight of this magnitude, especially over something like this. Hearing his distrust and anger makes you rethink everything about him. Your mother always told you that drunk words are sober thoughts and you can’t help but feel that in this moment. In that moment you give up, why even try to convince him to trust you, if he thinks you’re going to cheat on him now why would he ever think differently.

“Fine.” You shrug, your voice calm.

“Seriously?” He’s taken aback, clearly not thinking you would act on it.

“You obviously don’t trust me so why not.” You say, not looking at him as you gather your things. You have no real plan about where you’re going to go, sure you are leaving things behind but not caring, just needing to get out of the room and away from his vile behavior.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re literally proving my point right now, you’ll fuck anyone who gives you attention. I thought I had managed to tame that shit in you.” He spits, watching you pack your things.

“Tame me?” You whip around at his words, “First of all, I’m not a fucking zoo animal. Second of all, if you’ve never trusted me why the fuck are you even here?”

“Jesus, I thought you could be better, you had so much fucking potential.” He sounds remorseful and it makes you want to scream. How dare he think you needed fixing.

“Fuck you, I’m done.” You say, your things finally zipped in your bag as you put on your shoes.

He’s still yelling things at you as you make your way out of the room, not caring to stick around to hear what other awful things he has to say to you. You don’t properly breathe until you’re in the elevator, finally sure he’s not following you. That’s when you realize you don’t have anywhere to go, a lump forming in your throat as you think of everything that was said. Mindlessly you take out your phone, hesitating for a moment as you look at Lewis’ number, blocked for so long. You unblock him as you step out of the elevator and into the lobby, walking out to the street as you call his number, praying he’s not asleep. Going to him is probably the last thing you should be realistically doing, but he’s the only person you want to see right now.

“Hey stranger, I knew you’d end up calling.” His voice is cocky through the phone, you can hear his smirk.

“Lew.” You croak out, your tears finally coming to the front.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks, his tone changing drastically, immediately aware that something isn’t right.

“You said you were staying nearby, can I come over?” You almost want to laugh at how desperate you sound.

“Of course, I’ll send you a car. Are you still at the hotel?” His voice is laced with concern and care and it makes your tears fall harder. It’s ridiculous that someone who had never been emotionally available could care for you more than your boyfriend.

“I’ll walk, just tell me where you are.” You shake your head as if he can see you.

“Y/N, it’s too late for you to be out walking alone, I’d be worried the whole time. Let me send you a car.” He argues.

“I need the fresh air honestly, just tell me where to go. Please.” Your voice breaks at the end of your plea, convincing him not to argue with you more, he can tell he won’t win.

Against his better judgment he finally tells you where he is, offering to stay on the phone with you while you walk. You’re tempted to take him up on it but you need the time to yourself. You’re still not sure why you feel such a desperate need to see him but it’s all you can think of at the moment.

The walk helps your head immensely, your agony switching to anger. Part of you wishes you had just gone back with Lewis when he offered, you would have proved your boyfriend right and still had a good night. If he doesn’t trust you, why be good for him?

When you arrive at Lewis’ hotel, he’s waiting in the door to his suite for you, his suit from earlier still on. He immediately takes note of your scowl and bag, his eyebrows raising. He doesn’t say a word as he steps aside to let you enter the room.

“That fucking asshole.” You say, dropping your bag as you finally turn to face a very concerned Lewis.

“What happened?” He asks you, cautiously approaching you.

“He doesn’t trust me! I could have come here and fucked you hours ago, but no, I stayed in his room and waited for his drunk ass to get back like a good little housewife. What do I get when he gets back? Accused of fucking you.” You let out in one big breath.

Lewis’ eyes widen, a slightly amused look on his face underneath the concern.

“So he accused you of cheating on him?” He questions, still trying to fully figure out what he’s dealing with.

“Oh not only that, he said he thought that he had tamed me, told me I embarrassed him.” You let out a bitter laugh.

“So he’s a square and a dumbass.” Lewis states with a cock of his head, frowning.

“Oh fuck you.” You spit at him.

“I’m just saying, no man in his right mind would ever be embarrassed by you.” He says softly, approaching you to put his hands on your arms gently, rubbing up and down softly in hopes of calming you somehow.

The gentle action makes you want to cry again, fall into him and never let him go. As if he can tell, he pulls you into his chest, holding you tight. You wrap your arms around his neck. You let yourself revel in the feeling of being in his arms, holding you so tight you almost can’t breathe, but you welcome it, you’ve missed it for so long.

“So why are you here baby, to piss him off?” Lewis asks quietly, loosening his grip on you slightly to get you to look at him.

“I don’t even know, I think I just wanted you.” You sigh, embarrassed by how needy you sound.

He smirks, pleased in the knowledge that you may want him in any way shape or form.

“Why the hell are you still dressed up?” You suddenly ask him, confused by how much time has passed since he left the event.

“Had an after party I had to go to, just got back a little while ago.” He shrugs, his arms still wrapped around you.

“So why the hell were you trying to get me to come back with you if you had things you had to do?” You question him.

“If there was any chance in hell you would come back with me I was blowing that party off in a heartbeat, don’t care if I pissed anyone off. Haven’t seen you in ages, couldn’t let the chance slip.” He explains, looking you dead in the eye.

The thought that he would have rather spent his night with you than going out and networking makes your heart clench, it’s something your own boyfriend never would have done, evidently. His admission makes you throw caution to the wind, missing the feeling of being wanted, you pull the back of his neck so you can connect your lips to his. He seems almost surprised for a moment, not expecting anything to happen due to the state you had arrived in. He only hesitates for a moment before responding with full force, his lips fully claiming yours like they’ll never touch another set.

He groans into the kiss, the sound going to your core immediately, its always been one of your favorite sounds. You take your hands from around his neck, pawing at the button of his jacket, desperate to feel the smooth skin and hard muscle he has hidden underneath. The second his jacket is open, running your hands up his torso, reveling in the strength, your lips never parting from his. He pulls back slightly, a cocky smirk spread across his swollen lips, his hands firmly on your backside.

“What do you want, baby?” He questions, his tone knowing.

You whimper in response, trying to catch his lips again as you work to push the jacket off his shoulders.

“Words Y/N, you know that.” He reprimands you even though he is reaching behind himself to pull his jacket off, throwing it over the nearby chair.

“Fuck, I want you, please.” You whine out, annoyed you even have to ask.

His hands come back to your ass, taking greedy handfuls as his lips drop to your neck, brushing over the skin as he speaks, “You want me to show you what you’ve been missing out on? Remind you how good I can make you feel?”

All you can do is nod as you brace yourself on his large biceps, a panted ‘yes’ falling from your lips. Within seconds his hands have fallen to your thighs, scooping you up to walk you towards the bed in the large suite. He drops you down on the bed, letting you bounce as he stares down at you with hungry eyes. The mood has shifted so drastically since you arrived, the whiplash is making your brain spin. Within moments he’s on you again, his lips hungry against yours as his large hand trails up under your sweatshirt. You wished you were wearing something cuter but the feeling of his hands on you threw every thought out the window. As his lips trailed down your neck you explored every inch of his muscular back under your palms, feeling the way the muscles flexed every time he adjusted his position. Wordlessly your sweatshirt was thrown up and over your head before his lips attached to your bare breast. The moan you let out was something you didn’t recognize from yourself anymore, a sound you hadn’t made since the last time you had him.

Over the course of your relationship with your boyfriend, sex had become more of a chore, something you knew you needed to do to keep the relationship working, it obviously didn't work. Your boyfriend tended to rush through things, chasing his own high with yours as more of an afterthought. Lewis however, he took his time with you, he always had, he would never be done until you were absolutely wrecked beneath him.

Lewis’s lips were trailing down your body, his tongue tracing every inch of skin it could reach. Hot, wet, sloppy kisses being left against every dip and curve of your figure. When he reached the waistline of your sweatpants, his eyes flicked up for a moment, locking with yours. There was a faint question in them and all you could do was nod, bucking your hips up towards him, urging him to take them off.

“So eager.” Lewis just about chuckles, pulling down your pants and thong in one move.

You can’t help but squirm when his eyes lock onto your heat, staring at you like he’s going to destroy you. His large hand splays across your bare waist, keeping you in place as his other holds one of your thighs out to the side.

“Patience babe, don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of you.” His voice is teasing but you can hear the tension behind his words, he’s just as worked up as you are, the evidence is visible in his dress pants.

He leans down, pressing soft kisses along your hip, making his way further down slowly, much too slow for your liking.

“Lewis, please.” You whimper, hoping he will speed up the process and ease the ache between your legs.

He smirks, locking his eyes with yours as he latches his lips around your clit with no warning. You shriek, the sound turning into a guttural moan as his tongue laps over your nerves. You can feel the stubble of his beard on the inside of your thigh, his eyes still have left your face. You can feel the cocky smirk that spreads across his face as he lowers his face, lapping at your drenched entrance.

“Fuck baby, you really needed this didnt you?” He taunts you, breathless.

All you can do is whine his name as his skilled mouth returns to your core.

“God I missed you, always taste so fucking good.” He murmurs against you.

His tongue makes his way inside of you as his thumb comes to rub at your clit, making your back arch. Finally having him inside of you feels so good, but you need so much more and he knows it.

He pulls his mouth away, his thumb still tracing patterns across your nerves.

“Need you to come for me babygirl, could feel you clenching around my tongue, I know you’re close.” He’s out of breath and when you finally look at him you can see your arousal glistening on his lips.

You writhe on the bed as he presses a finger against your entrance, teasing the slightest bit of pressure before inserting the thick digit deep inside of you. His tongue comes down to replace his thumb against your clit as he slips another finger inside of you, massaging the spongy spot inside of you just right that you scream. The sound rips out of your body coming from deep in your throat as your pleasure courses through you. You can feel yourself soaking Lewis as he laps up your release, humming contentedly, like youre the best meal he’s ever had. You barely have the ability to push him away, too sensitive and he knows it, that cocky smirk plastered across his face as he finally sits back. You barely even register that he’s moved back over you until you feel his fingers on your bottom lip, your own pleasure covering them.

“Open up babygirl, need you to taste just how amazing you are.” His voice is soft yet strained as you let his fingers slip past your lips, swirling your tongue around them. He lets out a soft groan, his eyes locked on your mouth as you put on a little show for him, still half delirious.

When he finally slips his fingers from your lips he trails them down your chin and across your chest, leaving a trail of moisture that makes you shiver.

“Think you can take more? Hmm?” His lips are near your ear, you can feel the hot air of his voice against your humid skin.

“Please, god please.” You beg him, desperate to feel him again after so long.

“Been dying to be inside of you since the second I saw you tonight.” He admits into the skin of your neck as he works on the button of his dress pants. You attempt to help but its useless, you’re a useless pile of mush at this point.

He moves himself to stand at the end of the bed, finally kicking off his pants before grasping himself in his large palm. Your lips part inadvertently at the sight in front of you. His bare chest is glistening with sweat, making his tattoos that much darker and showing off the prominent shape of his pecs, his tattooed bicep is flexing ever so slightly as he slowly strokes himself, his eyes wandering over your naked body. When you finally trail your eyes down, your breath hitches in your throat. You’ve been with him countless times, but nothing can ever prepare you for just how thick he is, just how long he is. He has a cock that most men would pay to have and he knows it. He notices your staring, one side of his mouth curving into a knowing smirk. You’re sitting up, crawling towards him mindlessly, desperately trying to get your hands on him. You don’t even have time to properly register it when all the sudden you're being picked up like a rag doll and maneuvered onto all fours in front of him. You’re not even sure how he did it, his strength and your delirium making everything happen so fast. Within moments you feel his body pressed up behind yours, his mouth coming down next to your cheek.

“Gonna make sure my girl knows that no one will ever make her come like I do, gonna have you screaming my name baby.” He whispers, his voice sounding like pure sex. Your stomach clenches when he calls you his girl.

You feel him lining himself up with your entrance and all you can do is whimper into the pillow below you. With one hand grasped around his cock and the other a bruising grip on your hip, he takes a second to tease you, giving you the slightest pressure at your aching hole before slipping out and thrusting forward to nudge your clit. He’s leaving you a whining mess before he’s even inside of you and he’s absolutely loving it. He stills momentarily, lined up with you again before thrusting into you all at once. The force makes all the air leave your lungs as you slump even further forward. You hear a loud groan leave his chest and you wish you could see him, see the ecstasy across his face. His large palm soothes down your spine before pushing down, making you arch your hips up toward him even more. He barely gives you a moment before he’s rocking his hips, your body still working to accommodate the size its gone so long without.

“Good girl, you can take it.” His voice is low, demanding yet endearing. He’s the one that taught you about your praise kink, always so vocal about how good you make him feel.

His pace slowly starts to build, his thrusts becoming harsher as he keeps pressure on your back, keeping you just how he wants you. You can feel yourself getting even wetter as you listen to the moans leaving his body, your own sounds being nothing but gasps and whines. He’s hitting the perfect spot, over and over, and you can feel your stomach start to tighten. Rarely have partners even been able to make you come with just penetration, but everything is different with Lewis, it always has been.

“Fuck, already?” Lewis asks, his voice sounding almost amazed from behind you, “Fuck babe, I can feel you clenching my cock already, you gonna come again? Gonna fucking soak me like a good girl?”

His pace picks up, determination behind each thrust as his grip on your hips becomes even tighter. His voice alone is enough to send you over the edge again, the sound of pure sex. He groans loudly as he feels you come around him, working you through it but collapsing over you. He lets your hips go and you're dropping down flat on the mattress as he continues to pound into you from above. You can hear the slick sounds of him fucking into you and it makes everything so much dirtier. You’re moaning his name like it’s the only word you’ve ever learned.

“That’s it baby, just like that.” He coaxes you through a groan.

He doesn’t let up, the new angle making your toes curl as his weight bares down on you. He has one hand on your hip once again while he leans on his forearm next to you. You feel him start to move himself up, hooking your legs over his hips, your back bending backwards for him. He slows his pace ever so slightly, adding more force behind every thrust, making you squeal and grab at the sheets beneath you.

“Fuck, Lewis, I can’t, I-“ You whimper, too sensitive and too fucked out to properly string a sentence together.

“Yes you can baby, I know you can, go ahead and give me one more.” He soothes you, slapping your ass in contradiction to his kind tone.

You blindly reach your hand out behind you, wanting something to ground yourself on. He grabs your hand, giving it a squeeze before pulling out of you entirely. The sudden loss of contact leaves you confused before he’s flipping you onto your back, spreading your legs and sliding home once more. This time he grabs both of your hands, lacing your fingers with his as he braces them next to your head. His pace is still slow but unforgiving. His pupils are blown out and hooded as his eyes bore down into your own that are now teary.

“I got you, m’right here, let go, I know you can.” His voice is strained and you can tell he’s trying to hold his own release off, desperate to feel you come again.

His lips attach to yours, sloppy and wet as he sucks on your tongue. One of his hands lets go of yours as he trails down to your cores, gently flicking at your nerves to feel you clench before settling on a relentless speed that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Say my name baby, tell me who’s making you feel this good.” His tone is possessive and cocky as he pulls away to stare at you, obsessed with your face as you climax.

You scream his name as your orgasm washes over you, feeling like a tidal wave that has washed away anything but him and the ecstasy youre floating in. You hear him let out a deep guttural groan as his hips falter, trying so hard to fuck you through your own climax but the feeling of you squeezing around him is too much. You feel like you're floating when you feel him twitch inside of you, coming for longer than he ever has with you. You revel in it as he collapses down onto you, a comfortable crushing feeling that makes you never want to leave the bed.

You’re not sure how long you laid there, letting him pepper your neck with sloppy kisses as you tried to stroke his sweaty back, your efforts not the most successful as you felt like jello. You could feel the comforting feeling of him softening inside of you, still so big. You still didn’t feel like you were inside your own body when he finally pulled out and cleaned you up. It wasn’t until he was turning off the light and climbing into bed next to you, still naked, that you really felt human again. As he pulled you into his chest you felt an overwhelming sense of dread, knowing there was no good way for this to end. You were silent, nuzzling into his chest, trying to hold on to the moment for as long as possible.

“For the record, I meant what I said, no man in his right mind would ever be embarrassed by you.” Lewis says, tightening his arm around your waist.

You don’t respond, just press a kiss to his chest, enjoying the scent of him.

“I should know, I fumbled you pretty fucking hard.” He continues, much to your surprise.

You lift your head to look at him, shock written across your face.

“I’ve missed you.” He says, staring into your eyes in the dark room.

“I’ve missed you too.” You admit, laying your head back down to rest on his chest.

“I’ve got some other events to go to this week, come with me.” His words sound less like a question and more of a statement.

“Excuse me?” You look at him again, once again surprised.

“Come with me and let me show you off how you should be. I fucked up once, not doing it again.” His words are confident, sure of himself in every way.

You’re not sure how to respond, elated by the fact that this is exactly what you’ve wanted for so long, and terrified by the same thing. Words don’t come to you, all you can do is stretch up to kiss him, your mouths frantic against each others. His arm tightens around your waist as he pulls you up to lay on top of him, your legs falling around his waist. You kiss him mindlessly, brain dead at the feeling of his lips.

“Like I said, my girls gotta be taken care of.” He says against your lips as he moves you to slip himself inside of you once more.

As you slide down onto him once more, feeling him fill your heart and your core, you know no one else will ever be good enough for either of you again.

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inner-viper · 11 months ago

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Christmas with your FS

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Pile 1 Sexual Tarot Deck: 6 of Swords, 3 of Wands, 2 of Swords, and 4 of Wands

“Under the mistletoe, we kiss tonight. This marks our eternal love for each other..” “I want to keep you away from everyone, to hold you, kiss you, fuck you.. Ugh too bad we can’t escape them”

It seems like your first Christmas is at a family gathering of theirs. I feel like you both wanted to collaborate on the Christmas events from each side of the family. Either one of you could have a lot of extended family members! Anyways, this starts off as being very uncertain and not knowing where to look. It’s like you both had plans for this time around to be alone but ultimately it was not a viable option. I am getting a vision of your FS answering a call from their family, their family wants to hang around and have a cute holiday party. It seems like you will be slightly disappointed because you may have been planning a holiday getaway in secret but now you have to cancel your vacation. Regardless the chemistry between the two of you is still there! You both decided to lay off having sex. I feel like this pile has these moments in the relationship where they get infatuated with each other. It is like you both want to consume each other's souls. There is a strong sexual energy here. I am picking up that you like to tease a lot! You seem to enjoy wanting to make your FS dripping/leaking. It’s almost like you are taking out your anger on them haha. It seems like you like to transmute energy with your FS. I am sensing that you enjoy having the freedom to tease them all you want. During the Christmas holiday week, you will be touching them and edging them. It's not enough for them to cum though. They will be SO frustrated with you, they may at times snap at you during this week because they want you to satisfy them. I am getting a vision of you smiling at them and rubbing circles into their ass, really touching all their erogenous zones. You will even be taking lewd pictures to send to them while they are out. When it comes to Christmas day, you both will be riled up. You both can no longer take it anymore, you must unleash all this lust. This sex is going to have you both passing out but there will be challenges to get away from family! I am sensing that this party event is at your FS parent’s house. During the party, you both will be giving flirtatious stares, discreetly touching each other, and doing gestures that no one else understands. I am getting a vision of someone lifting up their skirt/dress and not wearing anything underneath it! You both will find ways to sneak off and share a kiss or two. I am sensing that every 30 minutes you both find somewhere hidden to be to make out. There is a lot of tongue energy here, my lips feel wet. So I am sensing that this kiss is quite erotic. I feel like this is the pile that is really into making out. You both will explore each other's tongue and mouth. You may enjoy the feeling of their tongue against yours and vice versa with your FS. Now for the sex.. On Patreon

Pile 2 Sexual Tarot Deck: 10 of Swords, Death, The Stars, and The Hierophant

“Hold my hand, take care of me while I go through this despair” “Take away my pains, I no longer wish to cry but I can’t help it”

This pile has some dark energy to their reading. I feel like there will be an event with your FS that will leave you sad, and almost depressed. I am not sure but some people that choose this pile may struggle with depression and dark thoughts. I hope that you can find some peace at times though. Anyways, there seems to be a death in the family or this is around the time that a family member has passed away and you no longer wish to grieve over it but you can’t help it when it comes to their anniversary. You seem to struggle with keeping it together, there will be moments where you want to scream and cry for help just so you don’t hold it in anymore. The collective of this pile may be people who struggle to ask for help when in need. It’s almost like you have this hyper-independence mindset. There is a vision that I am seeing of you being alone and crying alone in the dark. For some reason, you may hide what you are going through from your FS. I can sense that they will mention how you seem to have changed, and that they are always there for when you need to talk but you are trying to put this brave front. Now, the next vision that I am seeing is them catching you crying. I am seeing a vision of someone finding you outside crying to yourself, knees held against your face, and the sounds of weeping distraught. They are going to surround you with love and care at this time. They don’t want you to feel like you are alone because you aren’t. I am sensing that they were really festive and into the holiday spirit. They were excited to have spent time with you and their family. You didn’t want to ruin that for them so this is one of the reasons that you convinced yourself to hide it. You did not ruin their holiday spirit but they are upset that you didn’t talk to them sooner. During the Christmas holiday week, they will be attending to your needs. They will be around more often, taking care of house chores, bringing soup, and creating a comfortable safe space. They want you to be able to express your emotions fully. They don’t want you to bottle it up, they want to see you feel more comfortable around them. There is also this desire from them, they desire to be the one to see you vulnerable. A raw authentic version of you, a desire to see who you really are. They want to see you drop the high walls that you may have put up to keep others out. In a way, this will build a stronger relationship between the two of you. Now during Christmas day, I see that you two will be more comfortable and relaxed with each other. I feel like your FS didn’t want to spend time with their family because you were still grieving for some you both attended Christmas Day for a brief period of time. Either way, you end up at your house/apartment. I feel like this starts off very slow and passionate. It feels like this starts off with sweet compliments from them. They will be caressing you, rubbing circles into your skin, and trailing sweet kisses all over your body. They will be very gentle and ask if you want to continue because they really just want you to feel relaxed. Now for the sex.. On Patreon

Pile 3 Sexual Tarot Deck: 2 of Wands, Knave of Swords, 8 of Wands, and 4 of Swords

“Come I know you want more..” “Let’s have multiple back-to-back orgasms”

This pile is very passionate and fiery with their FS. I feel like you both are looking forward to spending the holidays alone. You both may have wanted to go on a trip by yourselves. I feel like you both spent a lot of time with family a week before so they wouldn’t feel saddened that you guys aren’t there with them. For some people who selected this pile, I feel like you may not have a good relationship with family so it is natural for you to just spend this holiday at home all cozy. Although because of that they want to bring an abundance of love to you. There is a general sense of wanting to make Christmas Day special, I feel like either one of you did not have the best holiday. Perhaps it is because either one of you did not grow up with celebrating this holiday but you or your FS could have grown up with it. It’s almost like they want to introduce you to a special occasion. You or they could put a lot of effort into making things perfect, so you’ll find it to be shocking that they are stressing over minor details. I see them asking your opinions on which country you want to be in, what activities, and what you want from each unique location that you may have selected. Your FS is wealthy, this is the pile that could have millionaire spouses. For some people, they are amazing at budgeting, so they make a good income to support both of you. Throughout the week, you both will be busy with a lot of fun spontaneous activities. I feel like there is so much teasing energy here. You could be wearing more revealing clothes, tighter fits, and showing off more of your collarbones than usual. They will be really into it, I see you both like to do some color coordination. You both are such a cute couple because I am seeing you both planning what to wear together. Whenever you both go out to dine, I feel like this is where the teasing is more prominent. You both have the correct words to say, there is a lot of dirty talk. Whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ear. Ok, so I am hearing a deep sexy masculine voice and a sweet seductive woman’s voice. Whoever you are into, they have a sweet deep voice. I feel like you may even have a voice kink because you will be squirming just from their voice alone. There may be times when you think you are seducing them and they will match your energy and do the most. It’s like you both are competitive with each other. I feel like this pile's energy enjoys switching and exchanging power dynamics. There is a sense of trying to overly dominate each other and I feel like some days on this trip you give up and vice versa. There is so much fun energy here, they may be into worshiping you. I feel like you’ll have so much because they make you feel good about yourself.

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steviewashere · 2 months ago

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I know that I've technically already talked about this when the conversation began arising surrounding Chappell Roan's boundaries—alongside other celebrities' boundaries when they're not making/performing art—but I just need to fucking get this out of my system:

"Joseph Quinn rare picture" "Joe Keery rare picture" "other celebrity name placeholder rare picture"

THEY'RE NOT RARE PICTURES FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!!

You deliberately went out of your way to find these celebrities' families on social media, stalked their pages, found the photos you wanted, and then reposted onto other social media accounts that are outside of the comfort zone of those celebrities' families. You didn't find a rare picture. You found a photo of Joseph Quinn when he was twelve, hanging out with his schoolmates on like his mother's Facebook page and claiming it as rare, when it is indeed not.

And you may be like, but Stevie, how do you know it's from a Facebook page?

Are you really going to look me in the eyes, in front of my fucking salad, and tell me that Joseph Quinn or Joe Keery or some other celebrity went out of their way to scour through their pre-fame photo albums and posted them online for the whole world to see? Are you really going to look me in the eyes and tell me a picture that does not show up on these celebrities' own social media pages—(Quinn's Instagram or the Djotime Instagram or what the fuck ever)—are some rare, dime a dozen photos from like 2013 on the Wayback Machine or something?

No, you aren't. You aren't going to just outwardly confess to me that you found these by breaking boundaries. Because some people are fucking weirdos who want to omit where they got these pictures.

I think of it as this, too (and not to make it all trauma dumping bullshit or whatever), but like—

Both of my parents are deceased. If I, somehow, rose to fame later in my life—let's say I follow through with my dream of becoming a graphic novel author/illustrator—and some pictures of me from my 8th grade dance just popped up one day on Pinterest, I would know immediately that somebody went scouring through my mom's Facebook page. It would be so fucking weird to me that somebody went out of their way to deliberately research who my mother was, found her Facebook profile, bypassed all the in memoriam posts, and downloaded a photo of me when I was fucking thirteen to claim as a "rare" photo.

That should be a breech of privacy, right? That's what I would view it as. I'd fucking delete all my social media pages and tell you all to stay the fuck away from me. What I share on my pages is what I want to share, I'm not going to go around and show off my middle school photos for the entire world to see—those are for my friends and family who I share in the privacy of my life.

How is this not the same for celebrities? How is it suddenly different to do this to J.Q. or somebody else? Those aren't pictures he's openly shared, and I know that just by scrolling on his Instagram page, the only social media page he has, mind you.

Stop bypassing boundaries, you fucking weirdos. It's online harassment and stalking. And it makes you look slimy and disgusting. And I wish you the worse if you disagree.

#respect boundaries #joseph quinn #joe keery #chappell roan #stop being weird #stop being creepy

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icantthinkyandere · 4 months ago

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Zenless Zone Zero has been added to my list of things I write for!

{Belle}

Belle has a lot on her plate, so it's not likely for her to fall for someone immediately. It would have to be someone who either works at the store or someone who she sees often in the store and area.

The more she talks to them and wanting to be around them, she decides to do a little background check. Which just means she's going to stalk their social media and dig for anything else she finds.

She doesn't go too deep(which just means she doesn't get all your passwords) since she wants to get to know them in person. Learning everything about their likes is just the first step.

After learning everything there is to know about your interests, she casually brings it up in a way that sounds like she wants to add it to the story. But really, it's just to bond over something.

This means now you two can hang out in your free time and she can learn more. During these hangs out, she makes sure to take a lot of pictures, which she hangs up in her. All but the ones she took before you were friends.

She's the type of yandere who, if you invite her to your home, she will not just lay on your bed but roll around on it. She will also try to make you guys sharing clothes a thing. Half you smell them half to make people think you're a couple.

{Wise}

Wise is like Belle in that he probably won't fall for someone at first and will need time before he does. It still has to be someone who either goes to the shop or other places he visits regularly. But unlike Belle, who jumps for the chance to be around the person she adores, Wise prefers to admire them from afar.

He also takes a lot of pictures, but unlike Belle, who will hang the normal pictures around her room, he keeps all of them in a shoe box in his room. Mostly because they're all taken without them knowing since he has started a personal relationship with you yet.

He's like Belle, where he will spend a lot of time stalking your social media and hacking into anything that has your personal information.

But unlike her, he takes longer to interact with them again. He wants to be sure not only that he is able to start up and hold a conversation, but also to make it so they're excited to see him again as well as want to go to his shop.

Like him with Belle, she notices. And he hates it. He knows this is creepy and weird. He doesn't want to lie to her by saying it's for a job or just to check on something. The excuse doesn't even work in the first place. She can see right through it. But he can't resist how good he felt around them and wants you to be by his side with how much he adores them.

After months of stalking them online and sometimes in person. He finally talks to them when they pick out a video that he knows they've been wanting to watch(mainly because he stocked it for them), he connects about how much of a fan he is of it and trades numbers with them.

Unlike Belle, who smells everything she can when she gets into your room, Wise talks pictures of everything. He uses whatever he finds to buy things that they'd like so that they can have matching items, for him to feel pride that they're wearing something he bought them or having it on display in their room.

#yandere zenless zone zero #yandere wise #yandere belle #yandere wise x reader #yandere belle x reader

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leidensygdom · 7 months ago

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Ok, I'm gonna start a post idea I had been pondering. If you're either mentally or physically disabled and you have opinions about representation, this is the thread for you!

So, I've been seeing more people trying to tackle the topic of autism in their stories, but I've felt some of it tries to woobify a bit what is to live with autism, or just focus on the more socially acceptable quirks of it. And as someone with autism/ADHD (was suspected of it for most of my life, got it finally diagnosed by my therapist (who specializes in autism and ADHD) last year), sometimes I'd like for people to acknowledge the more unsavoury parts of it, the weird quirks, etc.

So, this post is going to be about that- If you wanna help people understand how your disability/neurodivergency affects your life, feel free to add to it! Just mention what do you have (no need for a full list, just what you consider relevant to the post) and some experiences, quirks, anecdotes or such that you think that are not often seen in stories or media, and that you consider an important part of it. They don't need to be huge things! I encourage people to share just whatever they feel comfortable. My list is gonna be a mix of stuff, but yours can be very different. Let me start!

Clothes and how they feel was surprisingly one of the most disruptive parts of my autism. As a kid, if I was forced to wear something that caused me some bad texture/sensitivity issues, it would significantly affect my behaviour and performance. It took me many years to be allowed to use mostly sportswear. (And it turns out being a "girl" (not anymore) wearing only sportswear tends to cause a whole lot of bullying)

This happens even nowadays. I've found out that non-heeled boots are more comfortable to me than sport shoes, because feeling something against the back of my foot makes me feel overwhelmed. I tend to wear yoga pants under actual pants, because they keep the actual pants' seams from causing sensory issues. There's almost a sort of ritual on how do I need to combine clothes to be able to function "normally", mostly consisting on reducing how much they annoy me.

On that topic, hygiene is actually a huge thing too. As a kid, I wasn't allowed to shower daily. Days I didn't shower, no matter how much I tried to keep my hygiene in other days, were "bad days" to me. I would literally plan hanging out with friends or eating out around the days I was allowed to shower. I could physically feel the difference between the day I showered and the day I didn't (even if I washed my face, armpits, used the bidet, etc).

This is true even nowadays. I can thankfully now shower daily, which isn't recommended by a lot of experts (specially because it can damage your hair and skin), but it's more worth to me than having days where I feel like I shouldn't be seen in public.

Being overwhelmed sucks! Meltdowns are mostly associated with kids, mostly because adults either learn to mask them, or do everything they can to AVOID having that meltdown. I've mostly figured out routines and such. There's this one place we go eat out every other Tuesday- And in the hours we go in, there's a sort of silent corner that is always free. This week's schedule was a mess, so we went yesterday to that same place, and the silent corner was filled with a very loud group. I got extremely overwhelmed. But enough masking drilled to me means I just sat there unable to talk for maybe 30 minutes.

Autistic adults still do have autism and experience often the full spread of traits, they've just found ways to mask, or avoid being in situations where they do need to do that. I've adapted my life and routine to that. But sometimes I land on situations out of my comfort zone that will make me feel just like when I was a kid. I want to freelance online because I'm fully aware I can't perform properly in a public facing job.

Group projects sucked so much. I know they suck for most people, but most times it was easier for me to do the entirety of the project by myself and add the others' names to it than dealing with chasing people for their parts. My college had a 6-months-long massive group project in the last year, with a 7 people group, which obviously I couldn't do alone. The whole experience was so harmful in so many ways I've had several full therapy sessions talking about it :'')

One of the reasons it's because mental flexibility is HARD with autism. If i set a schedule, I expect that schedule to be followed. If people agree to do a part, I expect that part to be delivered (unless there's a proper reason) on due time. People hate this a lot usually! It will tear group projects apart!

Stimming can be harmless, or it can be very annoying to some. I tend to shake legs and play with something in my hands. I could easy this off drawing in classes- My high school found out that I was paying more attention when I was allowed to draw in classes, and my academic performance was pretty much perfect, so they gave me permission to do that.

However, I had a teacher in middle school that did forbid me from drawing. I stimmed during a class with pens- She got so mad she sent me home with a note to my parents they had to sign. Fun!

Not exactly an anecdote, but I am ace. I hate the discourse about "making an autistic person be aro or ace is infantilizing autism". Aro/ace people can have autism. That's just how it is. I've been infantilized a lot for being ace- Which only got worse because I am autistic, and people perceived some of my special interests as child-ish. The combo didn't make things easy.

On that topic, people will often be very patronizing of your opinions or takes for being autistic. I've had people debate my sexuality (or lack of thereof), my gender identity and presentation, my hobbies, my preferences for everything, down to "what do you want to eat tonight?". This isn't too different to shitty takes about how "autistic people are more prone to being affected by the trans activistsTM", because people assume autistic people can't choose on their own. Trust me: We can.

Anyhow, I'd love if this post could be a good compilation of these sort of anecdotes! I think it could help people who wanna learn more about what is it to live with specific disabilities (and how to better portray them in media)

#nd #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #disability #disabled #autism #adhd #neurodivergencies #long post

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if you're a radfem (or feminist in general) chances are you're dealing with these: repressed anger and the effects of gaslighting

if you're exhausted a lot (without strenuous physical activity and lack of sleep), find yourself having outbursts of strong emotion, feeling desperate for a form of escape, fantasizing about drastic measures, anxious and "forgetful" about memories you have, nervous about speaking about your experiences . . .

here's some tricks on how i've been coping:

-boundaries. if you can cut off people (irl or online) that cause you to spiral into hate, frustration, anger at their ignorance/malice, do it. even if it's a musician whose one song you like. or your brother or dad. limit time as much as possible with them. the less access they have, the less relevant they become, the more energy you conserve.

-do art! create something, it doesn't matter what it is. express those emotions! make sure you're doing it in a judgement-free zone. it's important you don't become a critic at this time. do messy, honest art (sometimes i write short scenes of gay/lesbian characters to cope with the homophobia in my life, and it makes me feel MUCH better and less cynical, sometimes you need to create beauty to remember it exists in the world)

-get out! get out into nature, if you can. if you can't immerse yourself in some form of it. try watching a potted plant for a while or watch insects. take interest in the mundane aspects of life. see that leaf curl? that ant? you're part of that. when you see the clouds, remember they are part of the cycle. the earth grows into its beauty as you do. the moon is the sky's cycle tracker. you belong to this world. you belong in it. this is your home. revel in it.

-if you can, and if you want to, hang out with animals. animals are great companions with none of the misogyny, internalized or otherwise! they don't mind if you cry, either. seriously, if you need non-draining, non-complicated companionship, animals are a good option. it's also good to remember you're a simple animal sometimes, with simple needs. sometimes all you need is a nice belly rub and a little treat.

-cultivate female friendships where it's safe to rant and also not all about ranting. your friendships should be a comfort, not a chore. you need irl community. if you can access it at this time, if you can find a way to cultivate it, please do. it may save you

-it is okay to enoy things despite the evil in the world. you don't have to be an activist 24/7. go watch your favorite movie. listen to your favorite comedian. and let down your guard while you're enjoying that little something. it's important you don't fall into analyzing things.

-for the gaslighting, start having conversations where you make it explicitly clear that you want the other party to ONLY listen. also, JOURNAL, even if it's just a paragraph or two sentences. write down the small important facts of your day. you'll either build a more reliable memory or come to see how reliable your memory is. just don't hang out with people that are constantly testing you. that is not an environment where you develop healthy trust in yourself.

-fight back! these are some ways to heal from the bruising of the world, but honestly? you need to acknowledge how RIGHT and GOOD your anger is. and one of the best ways to do that is to fight back! do something that addresses part of the injustice your heart is screaming about. it doesn't have to be big, it just needs to help someone and address the situation. address the alarms in your brain telling you something isn't right and you have to do something about it. scratch that itch! do that something. you will feel really good

please feel free to add any other tips you guys may have for cultivating joy, hope and energy, because we don't have to be miserable while/for doing the right thing

#radfem #radblr #feminism #radical feminism #radfems please touch

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breezy141 · 1 year ago

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Could you please do ig imagine where reader is Pedro’s so and fangirls him online

Like follows and comments on fan pages, posts ridiculous pictures and does silly lives with Pedro

hehehehe ABSOLUTELY!

if you guys have anything you would like to send me do not hesitate to ask !! love you all 🤞

>>>>>

number 1. fan // pedro pascal (masterlist)

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pedros_updates some recent photos leaked from pedros and y/n vacation in spain! cute! ❤️

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pedropascalnews they are so perfect for each other kinda makes me wanna fly off a bridge 🤞

pascaldaily i don’t think you guys should be posting pictures of them they might not be comfortable with it, ny that i mean when they are on holiday :/

littlemissy/n hehe i love her !

y/n pedro really is the star of the photos tbh :)

y/nisforme she commented and followed ajsuehebrg congrats omfgg❗️❗️

pascalfan yayy! she commented congratulations! ❤️

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y/n my favourite boy :)

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xx.y/n_offical.xx awhh !

pascalispunk your spanish is extremely terrible but you’re still my favourite girl 🩷

y/nl0ve AAAA obsessed!

loveforyou mom n dad fr 💕

pascalpedro he’s so gorgeous wth

| y/n EXACTLY

pedroeditsSC love love love

y/n

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y/n he a cutie patootie or whateva ☹️

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sluttfor.pascal if you two break up i’ll never believe in love again :)

bae_y/n i just know you two have the best memories together.

tired.y/n/n MAKIN ME FEEL SO SINGLE Y/N

bellaramsey bro i miss you both hurry up and hang out with me pls, i found a new arcade we can go to 😎

| y/n actually about to book a ticket home, i miss you :(

thatgirl idk if i wanna be you rn or be with you rn tbh

yup.pascal I AINT AFRAID TO SAY I LOVE THESE HOES

| y/n and tHEIR GLASSES AND THEIR JACKETS AND THEIR HIPSTER CLOTHES. love that song bae

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yup.pascal bro they are actually soulmates. confirmed

pascaldaily i love them :/

y/n the support we get from you guys is incredible, i love you all. BUT I AGREE, zaddy.

| pascalfr LMAO ultimate zaddy

| y/n4eva noo we love you more !

>>>>>>INSTA LIVE<<<<<<

pedro laughed as he spun you around the kitchen, you were dancing to a song you both loved, which was also requested by your fans which accompanied you in pedros live. the song, sunday kind of love by etta james, unofficially was your song.

wirh pedros arms still wrapped around you, you leaned towards his phone and read some questions being asked in the comments “what is your pet peeve with one another?” you spoke. pedro pulled away “i love this question” he quickly said.

“what! why?”

“girlll, you know why!” you looked at him with a confused look

“okay so, let me explain. guys when she is on the phone whether that’s like scrolling on instagram or whatever, she’s always zoned out” you giggled knowing what he meant “LIKE she will be talking to me then just stop randomly!” pedro laughed along with you.

“okay okay. lemme say yours okay!” pedro nodded and crossed his arms looking all sassy.

“okay guys, so what this guy does is he will starfish on this bed when he is sleeping. the amount of times he has kicked me!” he let out a mischievous giggle “i don’t mean to!”

“mhmmm” pedro shook his head and looked through the comments once more.

“y/n how many tattoos do you have!!” pedro looked over to you.

“i have like three, i share one with this lady right here” pedro put his hand to his chest “and i have a little dog leash on the inner part of my wrist for my old doggie and then i have one down my spine”

“that one is pretty, it’s my favourite” pedro says with a cute smile “yeah?” he nodded.

#pedrostories #pedroispunk #pascalispunk #pedro pascal x reader #pedro is daddy #pedro pascal #fanfic #fan fiction #imagines #instagram

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 5 months ago

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Mess at Con

Part 2 of my piece for @cloudcountry's Sweet Shroud Summer 2024 event!

That's right, a continuation of Mess in Chat >w^

Content; Gender-neutral reader, convention shenanigans

Word Count; 1.3 K

Please do not put my work into AI. If you would like to see more of my work check out my masterlist!

You didn’t have many plans for summer, and working whenever you could barely counted as ‘plans’ save for your extremely bare and somewhat depressing calendar that just had your schedule up. But, that had changed when you met your previously strictly online bestie in the flesh, so, hey, maybe the barren dates of your calendar would finally have something written on them besides Work: 9 - 6.

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess How’s that sunburn treating you?

You knew you were being a little shit, but hey, Idia didn’t wear sunscreen on your venture in the swan boat and he was paying the price. Maybe you should get him one of those oversized sun hats?

Gloomurai Are you enjoying yourself with my suffering?

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess Just a little bit >w^

You had been a bit shocked when you saw the infamously introverted Ignihyde housewarden at work only then to find that he was also Gloomurai. But, you were also kind of relieved that he was someone you knew and not some creep.

Gloomurai Despite the peeling skin, I had … fun

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess GASP! Hehehehe my ways are winning you over

Gloomurai Gremlin

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess And proud of it!~

You hovered your fingers over your keyboard, trying to think of something.

Idia had seriously gone out of his comfort zone agreeing to meet you — well, more like having the occasion thrown at him — and you wanted to hang out again. Grim was … okay company, and Ace and Deuce dropped by every so often to give you a migraine. It was nice having a calmer person around (even though ‘calm’ may not be the best descriptor, but compared to the other company you keep, Idia is calmer).

Gloomurai YOU SHOULD TOTALLY TAKE IDIA TO A CON!!! ORTHO- Sorry, ignore that PLEASE

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess Nuh uh

Gloomurai WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘NUH UH’?!

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess I mean NUH UH NOT IGNORING THAT (say hi to Ortho for me) … when’s the con? [convention right? anime? comics? Both?]

Gloomurai … both You don’t have to though-

You sighed knowing full well that Idia wanted you to go with him.

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess Are you cosplaying anyone?

Gloomurai … I wasn’t planning on it …

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess COWARD! DISHONOURING THE SANCTITY OF THE CON! … I’m joking

You could almost imagine Idia flinching away from the screen from you ‘yelling’ at him, but you couldn’t help but teasingly ruffle his feathers.

Gloomurai I didn’t peg you as the type to be passionate about these things

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess Tsk tsk tsk YOU FOOL! I TAKE THESE MATTERS VERY SERIOUSLY! Plus, who else could stop you from spending Sevens knows how much money in artist alley?

Gloomurai So You actually want to come?

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess Y E S

Gloomurai It’s on Wednesday … where do you want to meet?

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess … I still live at the school, so Ramshackle works for me

Gloomurai F

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess That’s it No Grim privileges for you

Gloomurai NO WAIT GRIMMY-

You closed your laptop, trying to think of a low budget and preferable closet cosplay you could work with. Maybe you could snoop in the film club to see if they have any spare fabric or costumes that you could borrow?

Low on funds and time, but when were you not? You would make this work.

…

Idia stood outside Ramshackle, yes, he could have waited in the nicely air conditioned car, but he felt weird about it. Fidgeting with his blue robes and wooden staff that was actually just foam, he waited.

He felt kind of bad at first, since making a cosplay last second is a hassle, but also because he felt like the outing was just thrown on you. After seeing how much you were shouting at him in chat though, Idia felt a bit better. He knew you were a nerd, after all, the two of you bonded online over a fairly popular anime adaptation of a manga.

Finally, you stepped out of the formerly dilapidated dorm, and Idia turned his head to look.

… you were both cosplaying characters from the same anime the two of you bonded over, him as the anxious magic user and you as the peppy paladin, complete with armour (thank you Film Club~). You guys didn’t even plan it out, which was weird but not too weird since you both kinda had brain rot about it.

“HA!” You exclaimed, adjusting the foam sword resting on your side, “we match!~”

Idia fixed the pointed ears he was wearing, “... I guess we do.”

Your face went serious for a quick moment. “You still don’t get to see Grim though.” You then flashed him a wink and got into the car — the faster you did that, the more likely that you didn’t waste time trying to find Grim and wasting time.

Idia pouted a bit but also got into the car, leaving a seat between you two. “I get dressed up with a wig, but no Grim,” he grumbled.

You sighed, “Next time.”

“Promise?”

You placed your fist over your heart, “I swear on my life.”

Idia just looked at you, most likely questioning his life decisions. “You’re weird.” Maybe they should be on the same weird list as Trey and Rook?

“Meh,” you shrugged. “That’s a compliment for me, plus,” you smiled at him, “it fits the character I’m cosplaying as!”

The rest of the ride was fairly quiet, but not an awkward quiet, more … content? Yeah, content. Plus, knowing how cons went back at home, this was about to be a very busy day.

…

Somehow, you had managed to lose Idia. You had stopped several other people who were cosplaying the same character but hadn’t managed to find him yet.

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess Where are you?

You had been in the food court, tempted by the pizza but your soul had nearly left your body seeing the jacked up prices. You had been up and down the different voice actors meet and greets, but still nothing. You had even checked the bathroom lines and sat outside them for a solid ten minutes before calling that venture a quits.

There was no sign of Idia.

Finally, you got a message back.

Gloomurai … artist alley

Friendly Neighbourhood Mess … how much did you spend?

Message seen

“DON’T LEAVE ME ON READ!” You coughed, realizing that you had said that out loud. Taking a breath and ignoring your stomach that was starting to growl, you made your way to artist alley, where many a con goer had gone in saying they would spend nothing, only to leave with many a thing (totally worth it, support artists and small businesses, folks).

Finally, after nearly two hours of being missing in action, you found Idia, who was carrying a copious amount of bags.

“This is where you disappeared off to?” You crossed your arms over your chest and raised a brow in question.

Idia offered you a wobbly smile, offered his hand and then opened it. “I got us matching phone charms…”

In his hand were the characters you were cosplaying. Sighing a bit, you took the charm of his character. “I was just worried about you,” you mumbled, trying to put the cute charm on your ancient phone.

“Sorry-”

“Don’t apologise,” you grabbed some of the bags from him to lessen the load a bit. “But for my own well being, please do not tell me how much you spent today.”

Idia looked at the charm connected to his own phone and then looked back at you. “Deal.”

“However,” you said with a sly grin, “since you put me through so much anguish, you do owe me dinner.”

Idia huffed, but he was starting to get peckish too. “What do you feel like eating, my knight,” he said sarcastically.

You wiggled your brows, “Pizza. Convention pizza.”

“So, regular pizza but just with jacked up prices?”

“Yeah, basically.”

The two of you got your pizza, and proceeded to enjoy the rest of your day. You both managed to see the manga artist of the characters you were cosplaying as — yes, tears were shed — and made some good memories.The two of you were happy, and you were looking forward to filling your calendar with Idia Time, you even knew the perfect blue marker to use.

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Tags; @edith-is-a-cat, @eynnwwyjth, @inkybloom-luv, @ithseem, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

#sweet shroud summer 2024 #twst #twst x reader #twst x gn reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud x gn reader #... yes they are cosplaying as marcille and laios from dungeon meshi #and also a reference to this trend of people asking 'how much are you spending at artist alley?' 'ZERO-' *spends over $100*#anywho enjoy an unplanned part 2 to the og sweet shroud summer post #this is named 'sweet shroud summer: electric boogaloo' in my google docs

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yutafrita · 1 year ago

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Hi!

Can I request a Doyoung x Male Reader (established relationship but NOT revealed to the public) where the reader is an NCT 127 member and they are known for being kind of awkward (not in a bad way) and kind of confused most of the time (Hey! It’s me lol)

So basically NCT 127 is being interviewed and the interviewer asks the reader who their favorite member is and the reader gets kind of awkward and gets really red

Thank you :)

Ohhh interesting okay! Thank you for the req- I hope you like it :)

WC: Less than 500

“Hey,” Taeyong snapped his fingers in front of your eyes, “did you get that?”

You blinked quickly, reflecting over the previous few seconds. You were all getting last minute makeup touch-ups before an interview and Taeyong was explaining to you where you’d be sitting.

“Next to Doyoung, yeah.”

“No, next to Haechan and Johnny,” he sighed in response. Taeyong was happy that you and Doyoung were happy together, but trying to help keep your secret from the public was really stressing the poor leader out. “You’ll be fine, we’ll be fine,” Taeyong walked off, repeating this mantra to himself.

You felt embarrassed, your cheeks and ears heating up. No matter how many interviews, YouTube content, reality shows or variety shows you took part of, you felt nervous that you would stumble over your words. Now, that you and Doyoung had been together for a few months, you were nervous about accidentally letting that slip out somehow. You were thankful for once, that your reputation online was being awkward and dazed as it helped conceal anything.

Sitting between Johnny and Haechan, Doyoung entered the set and sent a small wink your way before he sat in front of you.

"You guys are annoying," Johnny whispered, nudging your arm so you knew he was joking.

Shortly after everyone was mic'd up, the interview started. It went relatively well- you and all the members get along which usually showed itself in these interactions. You had zoned out after a bit, impulsively nodding and laughing along.

"... member?"

Haechan nudged you and your eyes widened as you realized everyone was staring at your for a response.

"S-Sorry, come again?" your response let out a strong laugh from the group, and Johnny shook your shoulders as the laughter slowly died down.

"A fan on twitter wants to know who your favorite member is to hang out with?" the interviewer repeated, a smile on their face.

"Ahh..." you stared off, ignoring all of the members turning their fake pouty faces towards you. You looked forward, chuckling as you finally answered with, "Doyoung of course!"

"Wow, I'm hurt!" Johnny feigned, and you gave him a side hug as everyone laughed.

"We just... love getting coffee together," you added, and the interviewed seemed please.

"It's true, they always bring back coffee," Jaehyun decided to continue it.

"Yeah, y/n is my favorite member to hang out with too," Doyoung affirmed, and you couldn't help the smile you wore. Thankfully, the interview continued, but the blush stayed on the rest of the time.

#doyoung x male reader #doyoung x reader #doyoung x y/n #nct 127 x male reader #nct 127 fluff #nct fanfic #doyoung imagines #doyoung fluff #nct requests #kpop requests

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ranaissingle · 2 years ago

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Coffee or Tea pt.1

Part 2

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Summary: Coffee Shop AU where the reader goes to the same coffee shop often to read books, study, or just drink tea and stare at the walls lol. The reader notices Austin and chaos ensues Rating: M (nothing in this chapter but other things will come later)

Pairings: Austin Butler x fem!reader Word Count: 519

Warnings: age-gap (VERY CONSENSUAL THO) Authors Note: She is 21 so there WILL BE an age gap between her and Austin and that will be addressed throughout the story multiple times. If that’s not your cup of tea, feel free to click away. Also for the sake of this story, we are going to pretend that Elvis is available to watch online without pirating it haha. This fic will be multiple parts but I wouldn't call it a slow burn either. This is the first fanfic that I am posting so be nice to me plssssss.

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College was never enjoyable save for the afternoons that y/n spent in the embrace of a comfy chair and a mug of tea while she tackled her latest homework from her Organic Chemistry class. She always seemed to spend hours at the coffee shop pouring over anatomical diagrams and periodic tables. She occupied the same table so often that the staff became accustomed to her drink order and preference for pastries.

So here y/n sat, at the same chair, with the same drink, and the same textbooks, studying just like she always did. And like clockwork, another person came to that same coffee shop just as often as y/n and he always noticed her in the corner of the store with a crinkle in her brow and a chewed-up pen in her mouth. Austin Butler was by all means a shy guy, so much so that even though he saw her every. single. time. he came in, he had not yet said a single word to her. Even though he desperately wanted to.

~ 5 months ago ~

It was June. And it was hot. So hot in fact, that y/n simply could not take it any longer and decided to take haven inside Crazy Love Café. Despite the weather outside, y/n smiled at the familiar barista as she went up to the front desk.

" Hey y/n! The usual?"

" Yes please!" Her reply came swiftly as she denoted it with another small smile. She paid and sat at her usual spot with a book she planned to read as well as her computer.

" ORDER FOR Y/N. A MOROCCAN MINT TEA WITH SUGAR"

She couldn't help the smile that graced her face as took a sip of her drink and settled down in the comfy chair to start watching her movie on her computer. The Elvis movie had come out last month and being an avid listener to said singer meant that y/n was required to view this film. So, y/n propped up her computer, opened the streaming website, and put the movie to play, unbeknownst to her, the very actor in the movie had also stumbled into the same coffee to avoid the scorching heat.

He ordered his coffee and unknowingly sat quite close to the girl viewing his movie.

“ ORDER FOR AUSTIN. BLACK COFFEE!’

Austin relaxed back into his chair with his coffee and phone resolving to scroll through social media to pass the time. Austin eyed the décor of the shop. It was a quant café with renaissance paintings framed in gold hanging from every wall. Plants scattered the floor as well as the walls and the windows seemed to reflect the sunlight into rainbows onto the wood floor. He followed the reflection of one such rainbow to the face of a girl.

woah

The first thought that came to Austin’s mind was soft. She looked so very soft. His eyes strayed to her computer only to find her watching, his movie? She was watching.. his movie? Austin immediately faced forward before he was caught zoning out on a girl that was watching his movie.

~ To be Continued~

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Part 2 here!

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Thank you for reading!!! The next part will be coming soon!!!

Edit: I am new to posting fanfiction on Tumblr, so if there are other authors out there who have tips or tricks for me, that would be absolutely amazing and I would literally worship the ground you walk on, haha.

#austin butler #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fic #austin butler series #austin butler x reader #austin butler x y/n #austin butler elvis #austin butler x you #austin butler imagine #austin butler angst #let me know if i missed any tags #first fanfic #Spotify #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler smut #austin butler x fem!reader #austin butler x race neutral reader #austin butler is hot #i rest my case

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scarletsaphire · 9 months ago

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Somethings been wrong with the Ghost Zone lately. No matter where he is or what he's doing, Danny hears a faint, beckoning whisper. Surely it's nothing to worry about.

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Ha ha!! You thought I was done with EI, think again! EI 3 baby! This timme with @godgytrnbrt on tumblr, and you can see his art here. It'll also be put in the appropriate place in the fic.

The Ghost Zone was never a quiet place. Even if you managed to find a place where the people who called it home weren't causing a ruckus of some sort, you still wouldn't find silence. The ectoplasm that made up the air was constantly in motion, filling ears with a whooshing sound not unlike the sound of a running river. While it always faded to white noise, it was never quiet.

That's why Danny took so long to notice the whispering.

It was faint, unable to compete with the other sounds of the Ghost Zone, and it wasn't like Danny spent a lot of time on that side of the portal. He was busy enough as is, he didn't have the time to wander around in another dimension. He made a point to only go when he absolutely had to. Like right now, with his arm hanging off of his shoulder in a far too literal sense to be comfortable.

He normally ignored most of his injuries. They had a habit of sorting themselves out in due time. But right now there was less skin and muscle and bone between his left shoulder and his upper arm then there was air, so he made the decision that maybe this did warrant a visit to the Far Frozen, if only to make sure that it would reattach itself.

He needed to get there fast; at least, that's what Sam had read online about finger reattachment, and they'd decided that it was similar enough to apply here. That's why he was flying with his own speed; while the Specter Speeder would've helped keep him safe, it took too long to set up. Danny had always been a fast flyer anyway, even if the pain radiating from his wound was getting worse and worse, eventually progressing into something just shy of a migraine.

It was then that he first heard the whispering. He couldn't make anything out, just a distinctive white noise bouncing around the back of his head. He didn't know how he knew, but he knew that they were words, and that they were meant for him. Danny spun around, cradling his injured limb against his torso as he looked for the threat.

He was surrounded by nothing but unmarred, swirling green.

Danny wanted to investigate. He wanted to find out more, wanted to follow the threads of the mystery tugging at his chest, pulling him downwards, towards his left. He almost followed too, lowering himself into the deeper, brighter lights.

His arm twinged in pain again, and Danny was once again reminded that speed was of the essence.

The whispers did not leave him, never waning in his flight, as if whoever or whatever was speaking to him was right over his shoulder, whispering into his ear.

It finally stopped when he was sequestered deep within the Far Frozen, after Frostbite finished sewing his arm back in place. If he wasn't more preoccupied with the needle in his flesh, he might've realized that he missed it.

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Danny would've forgotten the whispering, if he hadn't heard it again a few weeks later on yet another run to the Far Frozen. He couldn't say whether it was a more severe injury or not, but it certainly hurt more. Probably because he still had nerves there.

Every time he tried to look anywhere but slightly up and to the right, he could feel the sharp tip digging against his sclera. He couldn't stop the stream of tears running down his cheeks, mixing with the ectoplasm leaking from the wound. His eye burnt from being open for so long, but the wooden rod protruding from just off of his iris wouldn't let him blink.

To put it simply, there was a pencil in his eye, and it hurt like a bitch .

The fact that it hadn't been intended only made it sting more. Skulker had just thrown him through the wall of the school and gotten lucky. At least the fight had wrapped up with only a few poorly aimed ectoblasts after that; Danny didn't think he'd be able to deal with a full scale fight with his current lack of depth perception.

There had been a lot of discussion on what to do about the pencil after the fight wrapped up. Sam wanted to pull it out immediately and let Danny's ghostly healing take care of it. Jazz wanted to make the drive to the Far Frozen, not trusting them to be able to remove the pencil without causing more damage to such a sensitive area. Danny wanted his ability to see back, and Tucker just wanted to stop looking at it.

In the end, Jazz won, which was why she was in the driver's seat of the Specter Speeder with Danny sitting next to her. Tucker was busy pinging their parents ghost equipment busy, and Sam was acting as a backup excuse, just in case.

The ride was agonizing, for a number of reasons. The fact that Danny was in immense amounts of pain was the main component of course, but the boredom didn't help any. He had become painfully aware of just how much he moved his eyes, and any conversation he might have was filled with a very literal stabbing sensation.

Jazz had tried to fill the silence at the beginning. It had worked, for a little while, mostly because Danny had grown very good at zoning out whenever she said the word "psychologically." When she started talking about how "severe physical trauma would affect him mentally" and "the effects of a lessened grasp on ones own mortality," he asked her to stop. Danny didn't blame her for settling on those topics; rambling was a nervous habit of all the Fenton's. It was more the fact that he couldn't ramble back to cover his own nerves that he cared about.

Danny's gaze was trained at the upper right window of the Specter Speeder, just like it had been for the better part of two hours. That was nice; it gave him the fun and exciting pass time of counting how many floating rocks they passed. He'd just passed number seventy two when he noticed the pattern.

The Ghost Zone had always been a whirlwind, impossible to keep your eye on just one group of ectoplasmic clouds or wind or sky or ground. It blended together in a mess of irregular swirls that could never be tracked, no matter how hard they tried. It defied physics, just like every other part of ectoplasm did. That was why a pattern was so notable to Danny. Nothing in the Zone followed a pattern besides the ghosts, and sometimes the islands. There shouldn't have been anything for him to notice.

And yet, the longer Danny looked, the more it seemed like the very far corner of the Specter Speeder, just where the glass connected to the metal, ghastly hands seemed to grasp at the vehicle.

He was seeing things. That was the simple explanation, and probably the correct one; he couldn't see much of anything clearly right now, not with most of his view being blocked by wood or blood. It should've been the end of the whole thing; he was in pain and bored out of his mind and half blinded, and he was seeing things. But the longer he stared, the more he swore that there was something out there. Something that was trying to get in.

Danny tried to ask Jazz if she saw it too, but the action of opening his mouth was horrible, sending the pencil wiggling in his eye. He had to suppress the urge to flinch; he'd figured out by now that flinching only made it ten times worse.

He lifted his hand slowly up to his face, focusing as hard as he could on not moving any part of his face. His wrist covered the thing in the window from his view, but he only needed to hold the pencil steady long enough for him to talk.

"Do you see the thing in the window?" He spoke slowly, focusing on moving his lips as little as possible.

He couldn't see Jazz jump, but he felt it in the way the Specter Speeder jolted slightly before stabilizing again. He was grateful that he was holding the pencil steady; if it had been moving freely, it would've hurt. A lot.

"I don't see anything..." Jazz said to Danny's left, just out of his field of view. "I have the general defenses turned on, but I'll switch on the rest, as a precaution."

"Don't," Danny said. "Too slow."

He could see Jazz's hand hovering over the control panel in the corner of his periphery. "I suppose you do have a point..." She withdrew her hand. "If you're sure."

Danny was sure, even if he couldn't say so. Gently, he withdrew his hand from the pencil; he'd tried holding it steady towards the beginning of the trip, and only managed to drive it deeper. He failed to resist the urge to glance at the corner of the window, visible once again now that his hand had been withdrawn.

There was nothing there. There stayed nothing there for the entire duration of the trip.

"We're here," Jazz said, bringing the Specter Speeder down to the snowy tundra. "Let me put on the winter gear, and then I'll get the door for you."

Danny didn't answer for obvious reasons. He could hear her moving around the back of the vehicle, the rustling of coats and zippers. It felt like she was taking forever. They needed to go, and they needed to go now. They'd waited long enough, they'd kept it waiting long enough, they-

Jazz pulled the door open with a thud, and Danny stumbled forwards as if he had tripped. He couldn't remember standing up from his seat, but he must have, because the next thing he knew he was laying with his back in the snow, staring up into the constant storm.

He expected to be struck with cold, seeping into his flesh, through his jumpsuit, just like it always did here. He hadn't been prepared for the warmth that enveloped him so completely. It was like he'd been wrapped up in a blanket, cocooned completely in something that felt more like home than anywhere he'd been since he'd died.

The warmth centered around the front of his head, pooling around his eyes. It overwhelmed the pain, washing it away in a tide of comfort, enveloping his eyes in a bright, comfortable, familiar green until he couldn't see anything but.

The whispering started again. This time, he could understand it.

It still wasn't speaking in words, and yet it called to him, cooing at him gently. "You're hurt," it whispered in a caress against the back of his eye, cupping the inside of his head with phantom fingers. "My champion. My dearest prince. Let me help you, as you have helped me."

There was a shadow above him, an imprint in the green. He couldn't make out a face, or any features really; it wasn't even humanoid, not really. He could feel her smiling at him, pride and concern practically radiating through her touch. She was soft and holding him close and she was warm enough that he could almost melt in her arms.

Two more shadows joined the green. One was slim, with clearly defined hair falling over a shoulder, and the other was a large, hulking figure that took up half of his vision. He knew those silhouettes. He opened his mouth to try and talk to them, to call out to them, but the warmth forced its way past his lips before any words could, clogging his tongue, forcing down his throat. What had been a comforting weight quickly became suffocating in a far too literal sense.

There was something firm and fuzzy on his shoulder, penetrating through the layer that covered him. It was like a bubble had been popped; all at once, the choking feeling disappeared, and the cold came rushing over him. He couldn't supress the shiver. Danny hadn't shivered in... he couldn't remember when.

"This is very concerning indeed." It was Frostbite's voice, and Frostbite's paw, and Frostbite standing above him. "We will need to run some tests. (Insert yeti name), would you escort the Great One's sister back to the huts? I will be handling his appointment personally."

Danny heard the other yeti agree, and then he was being lifted out of the snow on strong arms. They weren't warm. Danny didn't know if that was good or bad.

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Danny's skin itched. Not the normal itch that most people got, when they touched something gross or their skin was dry or they'd gone too long without showering. Danny's skin itched from the inside, like there were bugs crawling underneath his flesh, worming around in his veins and his muscles. They tried to burrow through his flesh, crawling and clawing as they tried to forge their way out of him. It itched so bad that Danny could feel it in his teeth.

Nothing he did ever stopped the itching. He would scratch at it til he bled, a sickly mixture or reds and greens that stained his skin a putrid brown. His skin still itched. He scrubbed his flesh angry and red and with more soap than any person could ever need. His skin still itched. He tried to ignore it, using every last inch of willpower to claw him through a day where he didn't think about the wiggling sensation of a thousand tiny legs underneath his flesh. His skin still itched.

It didn't hurt. Danny would've been able to handle it, if it hurt, because he had been hurt time and time again, had to walk off broken bones and bleeding guts without so much as a grimace. But the pain would always fade away into a dull aching in his bones eventually, even if it took hours or days of gritting his teeth and downing pills that never did anything to help. But the itching?

The itching never stopped, never let up, never faded. It had been going on for months without any reprieve. If anything, the itching only got worse and worse as time went on, the wriggling sensation moving from his arms to his legs to his eyes, as if something was carving out a nest in the base of his skull, using his own eyes as a window. It was driving him insane.

He had told Sam and Tucker and Jazz about it, towards the beginning, when it had been nothing but a nuisance. They'd made the proper noises of concern, but none of them were that concerned over it. He'd been through worse. They all knew that he could handle an incessant itch.

And then it didn't stop. Weeks turned to months, and the longer it went the more Danny couldn't shake the feeling of tiny legs and fingers and antenna tracing over the inside of his skull and behind his eyes and the inside of his flesh. When Jazz went to wake him up and found scratch marks covering his arms and his nails stained with blood, that was it.

"We're getting you to the Far Frozen today. Something is clearly wrong," Jazz said, crossing her arms.

Danny blinked owlishly at her. "But... I have a test today."

"Well, then we'll just have to get you a doctor's note then," Jazz said.

"I don't think Frostbite can do that. Or that the school will accept it."

"They will," Jazz said. "I'll make sure of it." She walked to the door, pausing just as she reached the doorway. "Do you want to fly there, or do you want me to drive you?"

Danny's reply was slow, his mind foggy from sleep. "I'll go. You have things to do."

"Alright. But if I find that you didn't go, I will not be happy with you. Understood?" Danny nodded. "Good. I hope you feel better soon." With that, Jazz left and shut the door behind her.

It took Danny far longer than it should to get ready to leave. He ended up putting both legs into one pants leg, and fell flat on his face before he realized what he had done. He put his shirt on backwards, figure that out when he ended up with the tag in his face. He decided it wasn't worth the effort. And then, when he made it to the basement, facing the portal down with bleary, itchy, painful eyes, he realized that his preparations were for not, because he was just going to transform immediately, and it wouldn't matter in the slightest.

All Danny did was sigh.

He didn't even have a chance to open his eyes before he was doubled over in pain. The second he'd passed the border into the zone, the itching feeling immediately got worse. It was stronger, more pronounced, in a way he couldn't describe. All Danny knew was that it was a constant, obnoxious pressing of fingers and legs and antenna brushing behind his eyes, to teeth and pincers trying to claw their way out of his skin. He doubled over in pain, cradling his arm with his free hand.

Unlike the rest of his body, his arm burnt. A searing pain, centered around his shoulder, radiating out in pulsating waves as if it was lava coursing through his veins instead of blood. He couldn't move, he couldn't think, he couldn't even breathe. All he was able to manage was a pained, high pitched whine.

He didn't expect a reply.

"Poor child," she said, and this time it wasn't in a whisper. Her voice echoed inside of Danny's brain, impossible to place what direction it came from. "You have been stuck for such a long, long time."

A warm hand drug itself down the side of Danny's face, and where it touched the inccessant itching faded into a comfortable warmth. It was instinct to lean into the touch, an instinct that Danny couldn't fight against. He wanted to; he was weakened, and whoever this voice was, whatever she was doing to him, it wasn't a good thing. He shouldn't be letting his guard down like this. But it had been so long since he'd had any relief, all the way back to his last trip to the Far Frozen, and he couldn't turn it down.

The hand pushed the hair out of his face with gentle fingers. "You do not need to worry about me, dearest," she said. "I am only here to help."

She was lying. She had to be. Nothing that helped would hurt so bad.

"I know it hurts," she cooed, and another hand fell on his other cheek. "Change always does. But you must change. This form you are so attatched to is not fit to rule. I am here to fix that."

With most of his face held in her hands, Danny could think, though it didn't seem to be helping any. Even with a semiclear head, her words weren't making any sense to him.

"You will understand soon, child," she said. "All you need to do is relax. I will handle the rest."

He had been awake for a long, long time. Taking a nap didn't sound too bad, did it?

Danny shook the thought off. His head was not as clear as he thought it was. It didn't matter what she said, she was an unknown threat, and he needed to get away. He tried to pry his head from her hands, but found he wasn't able to. He wasn't even able to open his eyes.

"You are right where you belong, dearest." Her words were soft, but firm. Certain. "And I am no unknown. You have known me since the moment you were created." Danny still couldn't open his eyes, but he didn't need to. She opened them for him.

All he could see was green. Every green, from the radioactive green of ectoplasm that had lit the backgrounnd of his life and death, to the green of putrid, rotting flesh, to a natural, bean green, like you would find in a garden. It was completely formless, not even an outline or an impression of something there. It was nothing, and yet it was life and death and decay and rebirth, coalessed into one color. It was everything. She was everything.

She had no form to smile with, but he could feel it on him, bright and electric and familiar. "Do you see now?" she asked, dragging an invisible finger down the side of his face. "You know me."

He did know her. He knew her from the hum of the portal that had killed him, and the electricty that pulsed through his body, and the ectoplasm that pulsed through his veins. She was all of that, after all, and so much more.

"I knew you would recognize me," she said.

Danny wanted to say something, but his tongue caught in his throat from a combination of awe and suffocating power. This wasn't just some ghost, but the Ghost Zone herself, as pure as could be, in front of him, talking to him, caressing his face. What was there for him to say?

"You don't need to say anything, child. You simply need to relax."

Danny didn't understand. Why was she here? Why was she talking to him? Why did he need to relax? What was happening?

"It is time, princeling, for you to fulfill your purpose."

That... didn't help at all.

"I'm not surprised," she said, and the entirety of the realms shook with her laughter. "You will understand, once you are rid of this form."

The warmth of her touch moved away from his face, down to his shoulders. It sat for a moment, just long enough for him to be confused, before it started to grow warmer, and warmer, until it was hot enough to burn. Danny opened his mouth to scream, but the warmthpooled in his throat, choking him.

"Hush, child," she cooed. "It only hurts because you think it should. You simply need to relax, and I will be able to mould you properly."

Danny didn't want to be moulded, properly or improperly.

"Oh, but you must," she said, and the heat in his shoulders went from burning to melting. "This form isn't fitting of a prince."

Danny wasn't a prince. He didn't want to be a prince. He wanted this to stop.

"I know child," she said, but the heat didn't stop. It only worsened, and his flesh melted off of the bone. "It will be over soon. Please, relax."

The melted flesh was caught and twisted, despite Danny's weak, gurlging protests and even weaker attempts to break her hold. He couldn't tell what she was doing with him, only that it hurt and that it wasn't him, until it suddenly was. It was with instincts born from pain that he contracted the half formed stub of a new arm. For one, blissful moment he was free from the searing heat and constraining grasp, and then it was back, surrounding his new arm completely.

"Please, child," she said, and maybe if he could think through the pain, he would marvel at the fact that she was begging. "You are only making this harder on yourself." She continued to shape the stub, dragging and stretching his flesh and bones as if he was clay on her potter's wheel. Danny couldn't struggle, not really, not when his entire brain had been whited out in pain, a pain he could only distantly remember from the last time he'd touched the essence of the Zone itself.

She only let go once the appendage she had crafted was nearly identical to the ones Danny already had, the only difference being its location. The moment the heat left him, Danny collapsed inwards, bringing two legs and three arms to his chest. If only for now, he could whimper.

She tsked in disappointment. "You are much more attached to this form than I expect," she said, and the heat returned, this time on Danny's exposed back. "We will have to try again."

She did. When she was finished with the new arm protruding out of Danny's back, she tried again. And again and again and again, until Danny had lost complete track of time, the only benchmark the number of new appendages he could vaguely feel at the edges of his consciousness, still drowned out by the burning pain.

Even through the pain, he could feel her gaze on him, powerful and infinite and calculating, as if he was a bug in a cage. "Perhaps a different approach is needed..." she said.

This time, when the heat of her touch melted his flesh, she did not try and shape it. Danny didn't bother trying to scream; he wouldn't be able to, just like he hadn't been able to the other dozen something times. All he could do was sit there, eyes closed tight and throat closed up, as he felt the heat intensify even further than it had before, until it melted away completely.

His new eye blinked open, leaking green and red, the remnants of flesh that hadn't quite fallen away yet. He could just barely see through the tangled web of limbs, none of which knew where to rest. As they moved, his vision moved with it; this eye was on one of them, though he couldn't tell where. He didn't want to know. He didn't want to see, but this eye did not bring with it an eyelid.

She was not satisfied. She didn't need to say anything for Danny to know; he could feel it in the air around him, and underneath his skin, and in how she moved to a different spot and repeated the process. Another eye blinked open, this one's vision entirely obscured, sitting stationary.

It was only after he'd been covered with nearly as many eyes as arms, and his field of vision, expanded tenfold, made his head spin and his stomach churn, did she stop. "You are far too stubborn for your own good, child," she said, and she brought her touch to his face again. The heat had died back down to that once comfortable warmth. "You cling to this form so hard that I can only bring forth what I have already claimed."

Her sigh shifted the whole realms, or maybe just the part where Danny was. "We will try again when you are more relaxed. Now, it is time for you to rest."

Despite not being able to close his new eyes, Danny's vision went black.

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