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me being anxious to ask for anything vs me and my boyfriend both being autistic and needing explicit communication
#.faeposting#i love him#but why cant i communicate by staring autistically#words are hard#asking for anything is scary#instead ill just write poetry about it and reblog tumblr posts#i dmed him while we were in a room together and he just went âoh too embarrassed to say it out loud?â like#yes#stop it#that doesnt help#/lh#it does help that when my mind turns off i go nonverbal so its like#continue please how do i tell you though#brain wipe short circuit blue screening due to my boyfriend teasing me#so unfair#anyway#if you know me irl no you dont#autistic#autism#actuallyautistic#actually autistic#autistic relationships
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someone really should be talking about how difficult it is to plan a wedding - a gay wedding - when both of your families fucking suck
#who is talking about this!!!! let me know#idk i have 0 expectations for my family but they still somehow always manage to let me down which#i was anticipating#and i didnât think i would care because i have never cared before#but liiiiiike.#i wasnât expecting to feel sad rofl but my family is so fucking flaky. again i KNOW THIS i know i cannot rely on any of them#itâs annoying when i have given them a year and a half to make plans and i have had so many people tell me they would be there#just to back out or ghost or come up with some excuse#like do you know how expensive weddings are đ JUST fucking be honest with me and rsvp no#anyway i was very intentional with the few family members i did invite#and specifically invited people i have a rapport with / had a good (ish lol) relationship with growing up#people i have bent over backwards trying to please!!! and dropping everything to help them out#and they canât even be bothered to communicate with me lol itâs fine. like. i do feel like itâs internalized homophobia at this point#or maybe they have hated me this entire time which is totally plausible#but they KNOW how much ayesha means to me and knows that no one from her family is coming to our wedding#at the end of the day itâs going to be like. 5 people from my family 1 from ayeshaâs (her brother) and like 30-40 friends#which i am so grateful for obviously#i sound like such a brat but itâs also like - watching your family continuously choose drugs/alcohol over showing up for you - lol#AGAIN iâm used to this and expected as much but iâm still feeling bad#just rsvp so i can move on with my life please. stop telling me youâre trying to make it work when we both know you arenât#i have so much more to say but iâm going to sound crazy even though i knooooow it is homophobia like i Know it#i think there are certain people i will finally go no contact with for good after this#which is a freeing thought but i only invited v few family members to begin with. thereâs abt to be no one left lmao#probably for the best#ugh whatever#again i canât help but feel a certain way when they have done more/traveled further for relatives they hardly know#meanwhile i was forced to spend so much of my life living for these people and for them alone#AAAAAAAA i just want to scream#text
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i very desperately want some good pete angst
#just pete grappling with the reality that now there is sb who Sees him who Knows him#and that vegas will continue to do so and won't let pete fade into the background#(at least not with him)#and also sth sth about how there will always be an angry man in your house if you've been raised by one#and how pete vegas and macau#(even though macau maybe less so but idk)#have grown up with one and how pete sometimes jumps/flinches in certain scenes#yk the one where vegas let's the noodle bowl fall to the ground and pete jumps?#yeah sth to that effect#i just want to read some good good pete angst#you can even make vegas angsty too because he isn't really sure what is going on and shit and doesn't really know how to help#just pete wanting to be Seen but also to disappear into the background bodyguard style#i love angst can you tell lmao#i also love the resolution and comfort but i am very shit at coming up with it#if it involves subspace and maybe cockwarming but like no actual fucking đ#if anybody read this far in my tags and has recommendations please give them to me đ„ș#vegaspete#(fun fact: i came up with a whole plot before falling asleep last night so there's that lmao)
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#music.#MONACA FACTORY MERMAID AAUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH#galaco sounds so lovely;-;#songs that i always think about in regards to akira w/ the wizards#my heart is floating floating then sinking......#tell me the continuation of this fairytale#<-lines that im particularly obsessed with#im always thinking about the 3rd anni website#'Even fairy tales without happy endings can one day be cherished all the same.'#'let us weave a tale' ;_;#'are you still there? are you crying in the pitch black ocean? i wish i could see how you really look like'#'once ive closed the book on the last page hop-step-jump im gonna run away from this town though i fully know that nothing will happen#im chasing after something. for some reason im chasing after it.'#THIS SONNNGGGGGGGG#also the element of akira mentioning/referencing at least two fairytales in canon + that one out-of-game source where they mention.....#huh is it just one book now that i think about it LOL....i need to look for it again#something about things like 3rd anni website but also 1.5 with the 'please ask them about their story'#as well as akiras tendency to overanalyze ppls expressions / trying to imagine what they must be feeling about this n that#'are you still there?' about the little mermaid..........do u get me......
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I've done nothing remotely functional today and instead I'm now incredibly emotional about Spike's goddamn coat
#normal behaviour. on my part.#listen I've been MISSING that coat.#in fact. if anyone can tell me where to get one for myself please do let me know I've been searching forever#liveblogging btvs#Ash's ramblings#also liveblogging my lack of functionality. I should go at least put my laundry from 3 days ago away maybe#you know those days when you have to psych yourself up for half an hour to do anything at all#and then the Main Thing you wanted to do STILL ends up too daunting so you just go home and feel like an utter failure#and continue to do fuck all bc that failed attempt ate up all your energy#(the obstacle that made the Thing impossible was I couldn't bring myself to go inside and talk to people.#I have been legally an adult for over a decade. behold how that is going for me)#yeah. anyway.#gonna put away the laundry I hope and maybe listen to the latest tmagp while I'm at it#I do want that coat though. desperately. it'd fix my entire look and potentially part of my self confidence#going back to the show I can't BELIEVE we didn't get a scene of Buffy reacting to The Return of the Coat I KNOW she's missed it too
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â PUSH AND PULL : honkai star rail.
premise. as someone who's always believed in the term âtry and try again,â (peak delusion, you know) rooting yourself in their heart has always been your goal, no matter the cold rejections and curt declines you receive. however, even you have your limits; perhaps this little push and pull you two have going isn't worth your time after all... but what happens then, if the chaser becomes the chased? (oh, how the turns have tabled.)
...or, when you play hard to get with them.
â ft. sunday, aventurine, jing yuan.
warnings: angst n fluff, messy messy, these boys are in love but are wayyy too chicken to admit they actually adore you, genderless reader.
a/n. inspired by @/xiaowhore's playing hard to get headcanons! my holy trinity đ n MY FAVES RAHHH
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SUNDAY is perplexed. very much aware of his qualities which enlists him as one of the finer (finest) bachelors of Penacony (he was the Robin's one and only blood, and was also the head of one of the main guiding forces of the Family, after all), sunday isn't sure he's ever come across someone as.... tenacious as you.
foolish, to be more precise, for he cannot for the life of him comprehend exactly why you are the way you are with... him.
no matter his respectful declines of your invitations to promenade around Penacony (re: going on dates), you really didn't know how to leave him be. though he hasn't exactly said he hated it, sunday was, admittedly, rather... affronted. your gifts, in particular, were your loud declarations of your affection (that make his wings flutter more rapidly than he'd like); but sunday was rather inconvenienced at the whole thing.
nonetheless, he does still accept them. reluctantly, mind you. not because he was fond of your constant shower of affections, which seemed so permanent that he began to look forward to them got used to it. to your credit, your gifts were very much to his tastes. (Robin once gave him a rather soul-searching look when he found himself wearing the gloves you gifted, light blue and white in color. he still uses it, just not when his sister is in the vicinity.)
in fact, perhaps he may have gotten too comfortable. little by little, your constant intrusions on his time have thawed a way to his heart; making sunday look forward to your jovial greetings and grandeur elaborations on your day, and such a thing makes him feel scared sunday needed to nip this in the bud, and fast.
so he confronts you, abruptly one day as you give him his newest giftâa jewelry box for his earrings. (surely, the rapid thumping of his heart was due to his irritation at your constant persistence, right?) âi'm afraid this can no longer continue. i am flattered by your... fancy for me, but i do not wish to enter a relationship in the near future.â
the utter silence that follows is torture to himâbut he endures. he tries not to look at the momentary flash of hurt on your face. you seemed to quickly recover, though. giving him a simple smile (it didn't reach your eyes. it shocks him how his chest ached at the realization) and shaking your head when he returns the gift to you.
âi understand, mr. sunday.â the formal usage of his name instead of your chipper âsunday!â makes his face twitch. âbut please, keep the gift. think of this as my last declaration. it... would do me a great comfort, just this last time, if you accepted it instead.â
(if he had grabbed your hand at that moment as you left for the door, would he regret it?)
when you leave, sunday thought it would put the conflicting feelings in his mind at easeâbut it doesn't. a week and two days counting, true to your word, sunday receives no flagrant gifts, nor little messages on his phone that tell him to take care of himself, to eat, and to make sure to remember to check up on Robin.
instead, contrary to the feeling of ease, regret follows him instead.
it's at two weeks and five days counting when sunday could no longer stand the sight of papers that stacked atop his desk and the image of you leaving for the door replaying in his head far too many times for him to count, that he contacts Robin.
and she, once hearing about the situation, gives him a very, very enlightening talk. (of course, not without giving her brother a lecture of the lifetime. part of him felt shame to know that his sister knew of his... turbulent love life, but she was the only one who he could trust, anyway).
âabsence makes the heart grow fonder,â she says. âbut in your case, brother, your heart has already decided it's course, right?â
sunday eyes the smooth velvet of the jewelry box you gifted, ruminating. his earrings lie there, carefully pristine and beautiful, gold and silver intertwined. he has worn them without fail, clean and spotless. (of course it was. such a design so intricate was only chosen by you. the thought makes his ears warm).
the next days are agonizing. vigor renewed and epiphanies well-spent, sunday spends the rest of his time after finishing his duties researching and painstakingly finding the best jeweller he can find (even employing the suggestions of a certain gambler, much to his dislike), and spending a god awful amount of time revisiting and rechecking which spots you like, which places you enjoy, to the point it comes up in Penacony's headlines that sunday is interested in someone.
surely, it should've reached your ears by now, yes? sunday panics. your preferences are well-accounted for, and he's sure the Bloodhound family members that report to him have to tell you that the person he had in mind was you. even Robin, who was your closest friend, has probably told you already.
it's embarrassing to admit, but; to hell with it, the day he meets you after three weeks and sees you having a pleasant chat with aventurine, of all people, sunday thinks his heart had shattered into little pieces and stabbed themselves into his body. not so much as sparing him a glance, moreso.
so when, finally at his wits end, sunday chooses to corner you at the dewlight pavilion and spills out how he has royally screwed up in the worst way possible, no one is surprised. at this rate, you would be swept up in the charms of that wretched gambler, and what sunday lacked in, aventurine more than made up for.
âwait, don't go to that gambler just yet.â he's breathless, he's chaoticâand something in his heart squeezes when you finally look at him. âi... i wish to take up your time now, if that's possible.â (he wishes he would take up your time forever, really, but that was still too early).
you eye his getup. all of your gifts, lined on the man you spent so long chasing afterâyou see the gloves you gifted, the tie with not so much as a single crease, and the earrings that shine more brightly in the light of the pavilion. (it suits him. like you) it was as if sunday had completely surrendered himself to you, had all but decided to proclaim that he was yours, and this was nothing short of a plea for you to hear him.
âplease.â he says. almost begs. âi can't bear not seeing you anymore. allow me to correct such a damning mistake.â
and if you were skeptical, the way sunday looks at you would dispel any doubt you could ever have. (his wings, they were fluttering.)
(months later, after a nerve-ending confession, many days of dinners, shared gifts involving matching jewelry and promenading to your wishes, it dawns on sunday he was absolutely dancing to your tune. did he regret it, though?
....no, most certainly not.)
if AVENTURINE were to be honest with himself, he saw you as a useful âfriendâ rather than a romantic interest. was it bad of him? of a sort. but risk cutting himself open and letting someone he might grow to care for know about all the ugliness that follows his life? no, he's fine as it is, thanks.
the first thing he notices is that you're kindâthough he distrusted most of his colleagues and preferred none to get close to him, aventurine, in some morbid moment of curiosity, instead allowed himself to bask in your attention. instead of curtly disparaging you, he flirts back at your compliments (the way your face heated up in return was far too endearing that he can't help but want to kiss you he finds it amusing) and consistently texts you a âdid you get home safeâ or a âi bought you this because it reminded me of youâ; at this point, it was like you two were dating.
was it leading you on? yes, but he supposes it was a win-win; he could send you those tiny bits of validation that was enough for you to stay respectfully at a distance while he probed at your intentions. unlike others who attempt to garner his favor, you're genuine, and you seriously take the time to know him. because you always text back with hearts, always reassure him, tell him to stay safe and wish him luck at every gamble, every high stakes bet he finds himself in. you even complimented his perfume once (and, if he had to be honest, he could not stop thinking about it all dayâbecause that perfume he commissioned exclusively was based off of your own favorite scents and it was extremely embarrassing that he loved hugging you knowing that you loved the way he smelled and that it felt extremely domestic).
(sometimes, he doesn't reply. for months on end. suddenly the golden-haired man you love goes cold and you know then that aventurine ghosts you and then returns when he's in need of a friendânever a lover. it hurts you, but at the very least, you know he cares in his own way.)
and, if aventurine had to be honest, it was killing him from the inside bit by bit. as if to drive the knife deeper, you never danced around what exactly was going on with you two. you never ask why he ghosts you, then sends you a bundle of gifts all of a sudden and then rapidly spends time with you and repeating the cycle. no, you were consistently by his side, so warm and so caringâso unlike himâthat aventurine wonders if it's really all right to open his heart to you.
if, by some chance, he actually wanted to be with you, would you treat him even more sweetly than before? aventurine thinks you wouldâyou were beautiful in your entirety, and he was practically undeserving of you. he imagines himself kissing your hand and having you in his armsâand that feels like ice cold water being dumped onto his head, because you could do so much better and yet, why him?
so when aventurine hears about how a certain doctor was visiting you for some unknown reason, his already fragile sense of security in this little will-they, won't they crumbles.
and when he finds out that you were staying over with ratio? something twisted lodges itself in the little brushes of his heart, coiling and coilingâmaking him feel green. aventurine is aware you and the doctor are good friends, and ratio was the one who even told you to make a move on him! how could he justâsuddenly interrupt?!
(was it dramatic? extremely. but knowing his friend and the person he secretly adores might end up together? you can't really blame him.)
he supposes this can be attributed to him. it was an egregious mistake, a blunder aventurine madeâhe never gave you a clear sight of whether he truly loved you or not and now you're slipping away from him.
so, he does something very unexpected.
at 3:00 AM in the wee early morning hours, aventurine practically barges into one Dr. veritas ratio's home, demanding what the hell was going on between you. and as if he had expected it, his doctor friend merely gives him a shrug in return.
âperhaps they were simply getting fed up by a certain IPC memberâwho is clearly head over heels in love with themâgiving them mixed signals.â ratio's tone is stern, and aventurine definitely knows that the look he gives him is the one he gives only to fools.
you idiot, the doctor seems to say. yeah, yeah, he is; aventurine ignores the clear pinprick at his dignity.
yes, he supposes he is the fool here. âah.â
âyes, âah,â indeed. now, let me propose a question.â the purple-haired man says. âwill you react in such a way when i tell you that in order for my friend to stop their anguish, i managed to get them to fraternize with one of my colleagues?â
â...what?â
âthey will be having a meet-up seven system hours from now.â ratio shrugs. eyes aventurine, who's looking at him like a gaping, stupid fish. âi can only hope that no one would dare to disrupt.â
...it doesn't take him long to be rid of the gambler by then.
(a few hours later, you stop by the Intelligentsia Guild to see one veritas ratio with a smug smile, eyeing the fur coat draped around your shoulders, and the flushed and happy expression written on your face.
âdid it work?â he asks.
you laugh, âsplendidly.â
indeed, that gambler was a fool, and there's nothing more than dr. ratio loved than to educate such fools to shape.
âthat will teach him.â)
as a quote unquote âold manâ who knows that he's well up in his years for a relationship, JING YUAN finds you to be quite amusing.
it doesn't take a detailed analysis to know that you were smitten with him, really. you're a complete open book by his standardsâif your heated face and slightly airy voice whenever you were even placed in the same vicinity with the Dozing General was anything to come by. while flattering, he also shares the similar mindset of being too old for any love his wayâand he could be mara-struck at any given time, and jing yuan does not wish such a life filled with anguish and pain for the one who may steal his heart. but, worry not, brave suitor of the Arbiter General! unlike the other two above, this man has the experience of millenia, and is open-minded and aware that you truly wish to be perceived as a potential lover.
in fact, jing yuan's recent favorite habit is sneaking off the Seat of Divine Foresight purely to freak you out, watching you scramble up your words, seeing the heat crawl up your nape and bloom all across your face. adorable. you certainly knew how to appeal, that's for sure.
(âheh, it seems i've found a new place to stay in so that the Diviner Fu won't grill me alive when she sees me.â
and when he's rewarded with a bashful and speechless look in return, a smile and your, âi'm glad, general.â it surprisingly lightens up his mood by more than he expected.
that, in turn, gives him a frightening 30% energy boost; fu xuan was utterly shocked to see the languid man actually working and looking like he enjoyed it, for once.
âdid something good happen today, jing yuan? why so enthusiastic?â
âi just felt like working more than usual, diviner Fu. i seem to have my energy levels at a high.â)
now, jing yuan is considerate and perceptive first and foremost, so there's a high chance that out of all the men here, he is the most open to giving you the chance to pursue him. he does inform you beforehand that he has no plans of accepting your confessions in the future, and that is where the âhard to getâ part comes in.
it's like playing a confusing romance visual novel with a fickle love interestâyou never really know what you're doing, whether it's something jing yuan would like or not, and you don't know if he even thinks your attempts are moving his heart. (tldr: he friend zones you).
he maintains the same distance no matter his banters with you, no matter how many times you tell him that you'd help yanqing out with sword lessons. it's like he was just... treating you as he would a friend, and that you were basically stuck in the friend-zone forever.
(he keeps it to himself, but something warm stirs in his chest when he sees yanqing sleeping on your shoulder after training practice, with your arm protectively around the boy's side.
your sleeping face didn't make it easy to look away either; it's one of the few moments in which jing yuan shows just the slightest bit of reciprocating your pursuits; he brushes back the stray hairs covering your face, and drapes a blanket over the two of you.
of course, perhaps to tease yanqing, he also takes the calligraphy brush and makes a work out of his face, doodling all over it.
when you wake up, there's a lingering scent of ink and yellowed paper that fills your senses. when you turn to the boy beside you, you almost giggle out loud.)
it's a little dishearteningâand while jing yuan did acknowledge that you were slowly, slowly burrowing yourself in his heart, he doesn't act on it fast enough, and instead lets the realization sit in his mind for a while.
it gets to the point where it feels as though he were preparing to distance himself, and even yanqing had asked if he was well. your visits with the Arbiter General also decrease, as he suddenly buried himself in his work even more than before.
he doesn't get to see you all that much afterwards, despite the lingering feeling of missing you filling his heart.
....that's until jing yuan hears word of a recent mara-struck incident involving the Sky-faring Commission; with your name listed among those heavily injured.
when he visits Bailu's clinic after yanqing urges him, jing yuan takes in the sight of you, littered in injuries from head to toe. your life, about to snap. he never even told you that you won; you did manage to steal his heart and for the first time in a long time, jing yuan allows himself to love.
so if, after three weeks later when you're finally healed up and ready to go, jing yuan brings you into his arms and drags you to let him sleep in your lap, you can't really blame him now, can you?
a/n: i love yearner hsr men,,, might do a pt 2 though. thinking of mayb ratio, jiaoqiu and f/heng next time...... sighs dreamily
@ ICEUNHIE: do not repost translate or plagiarize my works.
#mhie's spirals#âstellaronhvnters.#honkai star rail x gender neutral reader#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x you#sunday hsr#sunday x reader#sunday x you#sunday x y/n#aventurine x reader#aventurine x you#aventurine x y/n#hsr aventurine#jing yuan x reader#jing yuan x y/n#jing yuan x you#hsr jing yuan#honkai star rail#x reader#hsr fanfic#hsr x you#hsr x y/n#self insert#hsr fluff#honkai star rail x reader
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thinking about being the new addition to tf141. you are an asset given to laswell by the CIA, a timid little thing but your aim is always on target, and you are quiet, tech savvy, and you do as you're told. (18+, dark)
just how lieutenant riley prefers. he dwarfs you. the first time you meet, your eyes nearly come out of your head from how wide they go. he's so large, and you feel so tiny compared to him, and even though he does nothing but a disinterested once over, it is obvious to the rest of the team that you might just be his favorite.
it's most obvious in the subtle touches. when you're getting ready to jump, ghost comes up from behind and tugs on your parachute, nearly topping you over making sure it's secure. when you're getting ready in the back of the humvee, he reaches over and buckles your thigh holster for you when he notices the strap is coming loose. you nearly choke when you feel his big hand between your thighs, and you stare up at him with wide eyes when his pinkie moves up the seam of your zipper when he tugs his hand away.
and then the way he's on your six is unlike anything else. like glue, chest pressed to your back, his gloved hand squeezing your waist as he moves you every which way he pleases because you're so small to him, so easy, and he growls under his breath when he touches the curve of your hips or the fat of your ass.
maybe you might enjoy it if he wasn't so fucking awkward about it. if he didn't stare at you without blinking. if he didn't adjust his cock in his jeans right in front of you. if he didn't grip you by the back of your head, tugging you any way he wanted as if scolding a kitten using the scruff of their neck.
you think the team would notice by now--that they would step in, tell ghost to back off, but they turn a blind eye. they tolerate this behavior, and you don't know if it's because ghost is so good at his job, they don't want to, or that they are so afraid of him, they refuse to say anything.
or maybe they approve. maybe it keeps ghost at bay. maybe it keeps a lion in his den. a spider in its nest. maybe indulging ghost in his fucked form of flirting and socialization is what keeps the foundations of this team right where it needs to be--and you realize, slowly, that maybe that is why you're here.
because ghost likes them soft, and they need to put a muzzle on their dog.
so when you feel him in the dark, slipping a gloved hand under the blanket that keeps you warm at night, he is pleasantly surprised to find you awake. and even more surprised to feel your hand slipping the soft lace of your panties right into his fucking pocket.
"they teach y'that 'n basic training? how ta give y'r knickers to y'r lieutenant, eh?"
"no," you whisper, and when you meet his eyes in the dark, he looks so hungry. he's untamed, no training, he's used to getting what he wants with no resistance. you turn over in bed, and you don't get to see the way he sucks on his teeth when you let your knees fall, revealing the pretty place between your thighs, soft and puffy and wet, just waiting for a good mutt to eat her up. "but i learned other things."
"tha' right?"
"yeah," you say softly, and you turn over onto your stomach, pushing back onto your knees right in front of him. he bends, leaning over until he's pushing his masked face right into the seam of your cunt, and you grip the sheets tight when he inhales deeply, a rumble following as both of his hands grip either side of your ass and spread you open for him. you're drooling, wetting the nylon fabric, and you gasp when you feel the wet, warm muscle of his tongue suck on your folds through the mask. it's lewd, and you're wetting the material so much it sticks to the strong lines of his face, but he continues, tilting his head to the side as he laps at the pretty slick that dampens your thighs.
"what'd y'learn then, swee'eart?"
not how to fuck your lieutenant. but...you did learn to keep them happy.
"h-how to be a good girl."
and you think you feel him smile.
#mmmmm#i like them big and awkward and mean#and i like controlling big dogs with pussy đ#makes me feel powerful ok#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost mw2#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#ghost mwii#ghost x reader#cod#call of duty#simon riley smut#simon ghost riley smut#simon thoughts#dark!simon
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Why do I never trust myself. I've lived in this body for 27 years, I literally know when it's getting sick, but I was like nooo, it's just because I'm sleep deprived and on my period and autumn sometimes does weird things to my body. Stupid. Stuuuuuupid
#i'm sitting here right now in web dev class... well we're on a break atm actually#it makes no difference though because i'm comprehending absolutely nothing whatsoever#i keep having to turn my camera off because i don't want people to see me continuously coughing and blowing my nose#i feel so lousyyyyy how did this happen. it happened so fast. this morning i just had a scratchy sore throat#i sat down in a class In Which I Need To Have My Camera On and my nose was immediately like 'quick let's do an impression of niagara falls'#i'm not comprehending any part of class. i don't know if it's the lack of sleep or my sickness getting to me#but it honest to god feels like we're zooming. we JUST learned what a function is and my mans is like 'write one and invoke it'#i'm sorry WHAT. invoke the function? like summoning a demon??? sir.#and when i tell you i copied his code EXACTLY but my shit still wouldn't show up in the console log... i'm sick of this#it doesn't help that i have this absolutely hopeless crush on one of my classmates so i was desperately writing down everything i find#annoying about him to try to give myself the ick. i fear it's too late though. i mean if his weird squeaky voice and the fact that he's#balding hasn't put me off; i don't think his weird room will either#it's not even weird. it just is suspiciously clean and devoid of personality. and his bedframe is weird. anyway#(there's nothing wrong with balding it just super doesn't look good on him. plus i like a good head of hair. i like something to hang onto)#MOVING ON. i've just sent a message cancelling physio tomorrow because i can't go and infect this woman who is the only reason i'm mobile#i've NEVER texted her before though because i booked the first appointment online and the rest in person and i usually just. show up#this is gonna be the first appointment i've missed since we began in june. please clap#i just hope to fucking god i have the right number lmao like i got it from her email but. help#i think i'm liable for a 50% cancellation fee because it's less than 24 hours... fucking kill me now#i'm so mad at myself for not cancelling this morning. i KNEW i was sick i was just in denial#this is because i ate a piece of sausage roll that had been in my niece's weird little hand isn't it.#she's a toddler with permanent postnasal drip and i have a terrible immune system because i don't leave the house. such is life#look it was eat the roll or allow her to leave it on the ground in a really nice shop I WASN'T DOING THAT#personal
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â yandere! criminal who is helplessly in love with you, devoting his life to you and keeping your affections solely on him, and him only.
â yandere! criminal who can't help but flirt with you despite being so beaten up. i mean you're just so cute! why wouldn't he flirt?
â yandere! criminal who always reminds you that he has the upperhand no matter what his condition is like. he likes playing dirty.
â yandere! criminal who commits even more crimes after seeing you talk with someone who isn't him. doctor, you just never learn, do you?
"remember doctor, you may be smarter, but i always have the upperhand."
the criminal mutters, smirking as he leans into your touch. you merely click your tongue, grimacing at the his antics before going back to tending to his injuries.
you were his doctor, illegally caring for one of the most wanted criminals in the country simply because he was once your childhood friend. you knew it was wrong, you knew you should have rejected him the second he came stumbling to your apartment one day with a bloody wound.
but you didn't. you took him in and treated his injury, nursed him back to health and even offered your place as refuge if he ever needed medical attention again.
unfortunately, you failed to realise that the man was crazy in love with you, infatuated to such an extent that he would harm others without a second thought.
"please, you must understand, i've only ever wanted you to love me and not some other bastard. if you didn't talk to him i wouldn't have needed to hurt that guy."
he mutters, looking at you with such a fond expression that you would've mistaken for love. you really didn't know how to respond to his affections. after all, he was your childhood friend turned criminal. things would be even worse for you if you reciprocated him.
so you did the best thing possible and just ignored him whenever he went off on another tangent of his delusional rambles. you daren't speak up and reject him again. oh no, it happened once and you didn't want it to happen again.
"you look so sexy when you ignore me."
the criminal coos, placing his hand over yours as he brings it to his cheek. you uncomfortably maintain eye contact with him, grimacing as you allow him to mutter and talk about his love. it's okay... just tolerate it...
"oh baby, don't you get it? everything i do is for you."
yeah, you know. he tells you all the time. bout how all his crimes are dedicated for you or done in your name. of course he never says it to the public, he doesn't want you to get jailed! though, he can't help but fantasize about how romantic it would be if you two were both wanted criminals on the run together.
"why must you torment me like this? all i've ever wanted was for you to love me back."
he sighs, not noticing your pursed lips or obvious discomfort.
"never smile for anyone else. only i should have the honour of seeing it. all those other fools will never worship you the way you should be worshipped."
you can't help but twitch at his words. ugh, he always preaches about worshipping you and stuff. it's so... is he mentally insane too?
you get the love part, but the worshipping? you won't be surprised if he prays to you when he's on the brink of his death.
"no one gets me like you. that's why i love you so much."
your childhood friend mutters, finally letting go of your hand after pressing a tender kiss to the inside of your wrist. you allow your hand to limp by your side, standing like an npc as you continue to stare at him as he continues his dramatic talk.
you never knew he yapped so much before. when he was younger he was more introverted, more silent and just clingy. now he can't shut up. or maybe that's just around you.
you continue to listen to the male yapping, not really processing his words. hopefully it'll be over soon... but your hopes were crushed as you freeze in place, eyes widening in horror as he smiles widely at you, eyes fully deranged as he suddenly brings your hands to his cheeks, forcing your cold hands to cradle his cheeks.
"i mean, don't you love me too?"
shit, how do you answer this without meeting a bad fate?
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pairing: lando norris x fem!reader
word count: 2.9k+
summary: your view of the behind the scenes and video of âi ate and trained like lando norris for 24 hoursâ
warnings: swearing, some pda, sexual innuendos, flirting | hereâs some redemption for lando, this may suck because i need to get better at writing transitions, please watch the video titled in the summary for context đ
You were awoken by the feeling of a finger grazing your hip. You mumbled something incoherent and went to go back to sleep when you felt a kiss on your cheek. âTime to get up.â You heard your boyfriend whisper from behind you. âGo away.â You mumbled, still not fully awake and angry that you had been woken up. âUnless you want to be caught walking around in just a shirt and underwear in front of a camera, you need to get up.â
You let out a groan and rubbed your eyes as you remembered what day it was. Lando was filming a Quadrant video with Ethan and the man who rivalled you in how much you love your boyfriend, Morgan ââ otherwise known as âAngry Gingeâ. You and him had a rivalry, though it was just fun and games, and Lando and Morgan make it known a lot. âFine, fine.â You shooed him away with a movement of your hand and moved to lay on your back as you finally opened your eyes.
When you looked around, you were blessed with the sight of your boyfriends bare back as he changed into a basic hoodie and pants. You let out a wolf whistle and he turned around to face you with a look on his face. âWhat? Canât appreciate my wonderful boyfriend?â He laughed and turned around to continue. âAs long as I can do the same to my girlfriend.â
The two of you fell into a quiet conversation of how the day was going to go as you willed yourself to get up from your extremely comfy bed to get ready. âWhat time is it anyway?â You had a habit of keeping your phone plugged in in the living room because even though your boyfriend was a multimillionaire, the plug in on your side of the bed was shitty and both of you donât bother to get it fixed. You didnât mind it too much though. When Lando wasnât away at races, he was here with you and heâd let you know the time. When he wasnât, youâd use the plug in on his side because you sleep on his side when heâs away anyway.
âAround 7:15. Wanted to give you time to shower and put makeup on if you needed to.â He replied, heading out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. You hummed in acknowledgment even though he couldnât hear you and you finished getting dressed before heading to the bathroom to do your skincare and put makeup on. By the time you were done doing that and made your way into the kitchen it was 7:45. As Lando got prepared for filming, you spent the rest of the time cleaning up things around the house. It wasnât messy, per se, but you wanted the house to look good for the guests and the boys. You know both Morgan and Ethan wouldnât care about some coffee mugs left on the table or some blanket strewn about, but you didnât care.
As you unplugged your phone to check the time and see if you had any missed messages the doorbell rang. You put your phone down as to not be rude. You had met Ethan before, but youâd never met Ginge in person before. You heard the door open and greetings being said before there are footsteps and the four figures come into view. You hug Ethan while telling him you missed him and hoped heâs doing good before making your way over to Ginge. âY/n.â He said as if a brawl is about to start. You play along, âMorgan.â Thereâs silence as the camera films the encounter before you hug and greet each other. âItâs nice to meet you in person.â You tell him as you pull away. âYou two, I guess.â He joked. You roll your eyes.
âWell, welcome in.â Lando interrupted as he gestures to the apartment. You lead the boys through a tour of the house as you point out different rooms ââ and you add on embarrassing stories about Lando that make him blush.
âHe takes up more space with his trophyâs than with you,â Ginge teased as he looked at the trophies on the side table in the living room. Lando opened his mouth to respond but you do it first. âAt least we have trophies to put out? What do you have? The award for most annoying person ever?â Morgan started to rant and you laugh as you lean into Landoâs body. âWe hang photos elsewhere.â You answer seriously this time. âAll the embarrassing ones stay in the camera roll though. I wear a bonnet to bed and Lando thinks itâs hilarious and takes pictures every time. Iâve tried to get him to wear one as itâs good at protecting your hair, but he claimed he couldnât sleep with it.â âI couldnât!â âIâd pay to see that.â
Morgan played with the box and ended up breaking it ââ you know how to fix it, youâre prepared, and you all make conversations as they set up the âinterviewâ spot in the living room and film them. After that, you all make your way to the kitchen. âThat better not be what weâre eatinâ.â Ginge exclaimed as Lando opened the door to the fridge. âThis is your breakfast, my friend.â Lando smiled and pointed to the containers. Morgan turned to you, âare you eating that?â You shook your head and let out a ânoâ. âThatâs for him and you guys, I get my own food.â You tell them. âI want whatever that is because it has to be better than this.â
âThis might be one of the best breakfasts youâll ever have.â Lando told them. âMate, that looks like you ate reakfast and then threw it up.â Ethan joked. âItâs actually not bad,â you interrupted as you started to make your breakfast, âIâve had it before. Itâs quite good, although Iâm not a fan of cinnamon.â âIt has cinnamon in it?â Ginge asked. âApple, cinnamon, and pecan.â Lando answered. They chat about the texture and make fun of it as you finish making your breakfast.
âYou normally up at this time?â Morgan questioned Lando. âYeah.â âWhat about you y/n?â âDepends on the day,â you reply, âIâm normally not up this early but with travelling and work it changes.â âWhat time do you go to bed?â Morgan continued. âDepends.â âOn what?â Ethan raised an eyebrow. âIf theyâre going at it, dirty bastards.â You laugh and Lando blushes at that. âItâs not always nighttime.â You winked at them before heading into the dining room and turning on your computer. You worked from home which made it easier to visit Lando at races. Most of them you went to, but sometimes you had to stay home as you had an important meeting or had to head into your works headquarters. You wanted to take the time you had right now to finish sending some emails and editing work before the day officially started.
There was some more conversation before Lando kissed your head and let you know that they were going to go do some training. A couple minutes passed before you were done replying to emails and things. âY/n?â Lando called out to you from the workout room. âWhat?â You called back as you got up and closed your laptop. âWhere are the workout bands?â âI think theyâre in the bedroom.â You crossed your arms as you made your way into the hallway facing the room. âHow have the workout bands made it to the bedroom?â Ethan asked out loud. âI do yoga in there because I like to watch my show while I do it,â you answered, âalways so dirty minded Ethan.â You shake your head with a smile on your face.
Lando comes back with them and they continue with what they were doing before, obviously with some jokes ââ especially about the mirror you have in there ââ and Ginge âflirtingâ with your boyfriend. You joined in on some things like the planking and the stretches, but you opted out of most of it. Who could blame you? You preferred to ogle your boyfriend. You did the same when they moved on to the cryotherapy. âYou not joininâ us? Coward.â Morgan teased you as you stood behind the camera. âMate, I do not need to be in -110 degrees. I didnât do that full workout.â As they went in, you could hear the jokes and the laughing that was happening in there.
You turned to the camera to speak. âIâve done that before, and letâs just say I never want to do it again. I felt like my tits were going to fall off. Their reactions are valid.â You told the camera as you knew their footage from inside was going in. When the three minutes were up, you let the boys know and they came rushing out as soon as the door was opened. âMate, that was freezing.â Ethan said as he came out. âI felt the cold when the door was opened, I canât imagine how you guys feel,â You laughed, âIf youâre still cold when we get back to the house Iâll give you some blankets.â
The boys and you came home around one pm after the cryotherapy and they sat around the dining table as they get introduced to their lunch. You had leftovers from when you went out for dinner a couple days ago so you were eating that. Since this morning, you could tell that the boys were probably going to hate the menu today. You felt a little bad, but also thought it was funny. It was their video idea. You could hear Morganâs complaining in the kitchen.
âWhatâs this though?â You hear Ginge ask as you enter the dining room. âRadish.â You answer as you take a peice of chicken from Landoâs bowl and put in your mouth. âOh, thatâs disgusting.â Ginge exclaimed once he puts the radish in his mouth. âIâll just eat the mango, Iâm not having anything else.â Ginge said with a furrow in his brow. âNo, eat all of it.â âYou canât force it down my throat. âHere,â you started as you swallowed your bite, âeat what you can and you can have this. Itâs still quite healthy but I assume itâs things you like.â You traded your meal with his. âI like those so Iâll eat them.â The camera panned to Lando and his face of disbelief. âI donât know how you can like that.â Morgan glanced between you and the plate with disgust. You shrugged, âhis nutritionist makes good food.â Ethan made a face that obviously says he disagrees and Lando laughs. âHow often do you have this?â Morgan asked him as he takes a bit of your food. âAbout five times a week.â Lando answered, âthough sometimes Iâll have leftovers like y/n was.â
âDo you ever get bored of this and think âfuck it, Iâll have a pizzaâ?â Lando laughs and then nods. âAll the time.â You revealed to them, âthough heâs usually good at sticking with that.â You point to the bowl in front of him. âDoes y/n eating regular food make you jealous?â Ethan questioned and you laugh at the choice of words. âSometimes, but she eats healthy as well so itâs the same level of nutrition and tastes quite similarly.â Lando explained. âSometimes Iâll sneak him a pizza though.â You reveal as you smirk. âHey, I do that to myself all the time.â Morgan joked.
There was some quiet conversation as the boys started their game of Jenga before Ginge spoke up. âHowâd you two meet?â He asked as Ethan was trying carefully to get a brick out. âI was actually doing a media internship with McLaren in 2021. I have to be honest, I had no idea who Lando was. I had heard of Lewis a couple times but I wasnât a big F1 fan. McLaren was just an opportunity that popped up and I took it.â You explained to everyone. âSo, officially ending the rumours, youâre not a gold digger?â Morgan asked as a joke. You hummed, âI canât say that.â You laugh. âIâm just kidding, no, Iâm not. We made a deal that we half most things but he just gets to the bill before me most of the time. I need to work on being quicker.â The camera panned to Lando as he ate. âI like to spoil her.â âIâd let you spoil me Lando.â Ginge winked as the brunette. You jokingly glare at him. âIâm sorry, he just loves me too much.â He continued to say, âheâs just afraid to admit it.â âOh yeah, Iâm sure.â You nod slowly.
âHow did you ask her out?â Ethan asked Lando. He put a finger to his lips, âitâs a secret.â Because he wouldnât tell everyone looked at you. âHe doesnât want to tell because itâs embarrassing. Iâm not allowed to tell.â You told them the truth. It was. If he just felt it was embarrassing you wouldâve told but it really was embarrassing. He had a whole plan of what he was going to do but when I happened he got nervous and fucked it. The boys begged to hear the story. âThe only thing Iâll say is Iâm surprised I said yes.â
âIt was that bad?â Morgan asked in disbelief. âI mean, I knew you were bad at flirting but I didnât think it was that bad.â Lando blushed and tried it come up with a response. âEven if I knew before he asked me out he was rich, that probably wouldnât change my chances of saying no.â Both Ethan and Ginge grimaced. âDoes Max know?â Ethan then asked. âNope. No one knows except for me and Lando ââ and maybe Daniel who mightâve witnessed it.â Lando then jokingly hit you on the back of the head and you knew it was time to stop. You laughed and stuck your tongue out at him.
The next thing that Lando had planned for them was sim racing. He explained how it works and what circuit it was set on before he got on it to set up a baseline for what time they needed to get. âWho do you thinks going to be the best?â Ethan asked you as Lando was in the chair. âI mean . . . Ethan doesnât even have his license but in that one quadrant video where they tested everyoneâs driving skills he did alright,â you answered, âitâs also happening on a screen. Iâve never seen you drive,â you pointed to Morgan, âbut I donât know if Iâd trust you.â Ethan gave you a fist bump as the ginger put a hand over his heart. âThat wounds me, y/n.â âJust being honest.â You shrugged. âToo honest in my opinion.â
After setting a time and letting Ethan have a practice go, he let the boys know they had to be within 4.5 seconds of his time - having changed it from 10 and then having a mini fight with Ginge. It was Ethanâs turn first at the simulator. He did pretty well in your eyes ââ besides hitting a cone and sliding off the track. Compared to Ginge, he was excellent. You didnât know what was happening with Morgan and what he was doing, but you did know it was incredibly funny . . . And you definitely took videos of him freaking out that totally werenât for blackmail.
After he crashed for the millionth time and you laughing again, he turned his face to you. âDo you want to give it a go then?â He challenge you. âSure.â You replied, sliding into the seat as he got up. Youâd done the sim a few times. Mostly Lando trying to teach you and you not getting it, but other times youâd be bored at the house and try to give it a try. You think you did well with the two times you tried it. You only crashed once and went off a few times, and were only a little better than Ethan. Morgan kept yelling and saying it was clearly rigged and that the software was dogshit.
The day in Monaco ended with going out for dinner and Lando taking the boys out for a helicopter ride. You didnât know this, but in the final video cut thereâd be clips but together of you and Morgan bickering all throughout the video and whenever this would happen, the camera would show either Lando and Ethan with a look on their face. Even though you pretended to not like Morgan, he was a pretty good guy. You had a good time with him and Ethan ââ especially singing karaoke in the car.
And for anyoneâs information, you were definitely forced to get Lightning McQueen crocs against your will.
+ moment featured in morganâs vlog
You stood at the passenger side of the car with your arms crossed and eyebrow raised. âWhat?â Morgan asked you. âWhy you starinâ at me like that?â âThatâs my seat.â You tell him as you make a movement with your head. He makes a face, âyou donât claim seats. And I got here first. In the back you go.â Thatâs when Lando made his war to the car and into the drivers seat. âThatâs her seat, mate.â He told the ginger. He makes the same face as he did before. He shakes his head and gets up, pulling his phone out of his pocket and begins to film. âThis is discrimination against the poor. Iâm suing you.â You smile at him. âToo bad, Iâm his girlfriend, I get the passenger seat.â âYou just wait until he dumps you for me, babe. Then youâll be sorry.â âWhen that day happens, you can get the story of how he asked me out.â
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omg loveeee sheep!reader <3333
love how you said Rafe gets annoyed with all the stuffies on her bed, I can just imagine he's lying back on her bed and she's on top, kissing him and trying to grind on his thigh, but even though he thinks he threw all the stuffies on the floor he keeps finding more like digging into his back and getting in his way and he gets frustrated and makes her grind on one of her big teddy bears until she cums in her panties omggggg
warnings: mean!rafe, kissing, heavy petting, dry humping, thigh riding, rafe curses at reader in frustration, riding a stuffed animal lol, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, voyeurism, male masturbation
a/n: first fic with sheep!reader, iâm so happy that so many of you loved her <3 leave me some reqâs!
âfuckâ hold on,â you shyly pulled away from your boyfriendâs lips, watching as he threw yet another stuffed animal onto the floor, âthis is ridiculous, you know that?â he pulled you back down, his large hands palming and groping the globes of your ass from underneath your skirt. âbut you got all of those for me..â you whimpered, dragging your hips against his toned thigh. rafe kissed you deeply, the feeling of his tongue entering your mouth making a surprised âoh!â fall from your lips. you were so innocent in his eyes, he loved to do things that would make your cheeks heat in embarrassment.
âyeah, but do you have to have them all on your bed? i could build you a shelf or âsomethinââ just then, he adjusted himself with you still pathetically trying to hump his thigh when another stuffie digged into his ribs. âgoddammit, y/n!â your eybrows knitted together in worry, his tone making you jump. he cursed under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sat up, taking you with him. âmâsorry, i didnât mean to yell at you.â he stroked the side of your face, eyes falling onto the huge teddy bear that sat at the corner of your bed. âmatter of fact, why donât you grab that one there at the end?â
you looked back at the teddy bear rafe won you from the fair before you two had officially started dating. âaw, i love this one.â you got up, carrying it over as rafe patted the empty spot next to him. âyeah, i know. you love all of them right?â you nodded, a little confused as to where he was taking this. âwell since you love them so much, and they keep appearing out of nowhere, you could hump that instead.â you blinked at his words, your underwear damp with your need for release. âyouâre telling me youâve never done that before?â rafe whispered.
youâd be lying if you said you didnât. you remembered grinding on the same teddy bear the night rafe got it for you. he had kissed before letting you go inside, the kiss being so dreamy, your mind couldnât help but wander at what else he was really good at. you had took the bear to your room that night and pretended it was rafe instead. âlook at your face.. you have done it before,â a wicked smile adorned his mouth. âshow me how you did it.â rafe was palming himself through his shorts when you straddled the damned thing.
you started moving, a whine emitting from your pretty little mouth as you finally got the friction you were looking for. he continued to rub himself over his cargos, a sigh leaving his lips as he grew harder by the minute. rafe loved hearing those moans and whimpers of yours, the sound making his eyebrows knit together. soon, he had taken himself out of his underwear, shamelessly stroking his cock as tears rolled down your cheeks in frustration. even though you were still making yourself feel good, you just felt so empty. ârafe..â you cried, âplease, i need you inside..â hearing you beg was his favorite.
âme too, baby, iâm fuckinâ aching,â he groaned, you looked down at his mean, throbbing cock, âmake yourself cum in those panties and maybe iâll give it to âya.â determined, you moved your hips faster, your glossy lips swollen from biting on them so hard. your nails dug into the soft material of your teddy bear, your peak starting to form in your tummy. your thighs ached for a break, but the need to have rafeâs cock fucking you stupid was surpassing any kind of discomfort you felt. âah, fuck!â rafe had to stop touching himself, the only place he wanted his cum to be was inside of those soft, slick walls of your cunt.
not being able to resist himself any longer, rafe leaned forward, taking one of your tits in his mouth as he lapped at the sensitive bud. you nearly screamed at the added stimulation, cradling his head to keep him close while your high washed over you in pure ecstasy. rafe watched you tremble and shake, his hands coming up to still drag your cunt across the teddy bear despite your pleas for him to stop. he loved to see you overstimulated. ân-no more!â you gasped. rafe ignored you, not stopping until you came again, a mess gushing from between your thighs.
you couldnât help but double over, falling into your boyfriendâs chest as he shushed your cries. âfuck, you always do so good for me.â he praised, leaving open mouth kisses up your shoulder. you fell limp in his arms, small pants leaving your lips as he stood up, throwing you back down on your bed. you hissed, your hand coming up to hold your back. âshit! did i hurt you, baby?â rafe turned you over, his eyes falling on a stuffed animal with hard plastic eyes. âthatâs itâ iâm making you that shelf!â he scolded.
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actually dying for a cooper howard x vaultie!reader smut where they have some slow burn longing steaminess, but coop thinks sheâs too good for him UNTIL she comes in contact with a sex pollen-esque chem and he finally gives in to save her đ„” please work your magic and elaborate however you want
A Flame in Your Heart
Cooper Howard x Fem Reader (SMUT!!)
CW: NSFW like absolutely filthy yâall, youâve been warned. đ unprotected sex, irradiated cream pie, p in v, p0rn w/ plot, slow burn, flirting, cursing, perverted thoughts, dub-con (because of chem usage though consent is asked and given!) rough sex, dirty talk, choking, praise kink, degradation, squirting, mention of fingering, FEELINGS!! Slight deviation from TV series, possible grammar/spelling mistakes, cooper starts off mean but slowly warms up to reader
AN: I absolutely LOVED this request! I was up all night writing down all my ideas and spent all this morning perfecting it, and this has to be my longest one yet! I thank you for your patience anon and my lovely readers as I finally post this! Hope you enjoy and that I have done your ask justice! â€ïž
Life outside of the vault was difficult to say the least. You felt hunger and dehydration in ways youâd never experienced before, going out of your way to do desperate things you would normally never do in order to get said food and water. The heat was unbearable, every stretch of land you walked across had a danger lurking around every corner, and worst of all, youâd never felt so alone. You werenât sure what it was about you, maybe it was because you were new to the surface, maybe it was your nearly perfect skin, but everyone seemed to stare or glare at you when you would walk through. It wasnât until youâd passed through Filly, meeting Ma June that you realized people didnât take kindly to people like you. âVaultiesâ she called them, an audible disdain in her tone, making you look down to remember you were in your blue and gold Vault-Tec suit. âIâll be going then, have a nice day!â You said skiddishly, offering her a kind smile before turning and exiting the shop. You just wanted to make friends, why was that so hard up here? So when your eyes set on a man clad in classic Wild West cowboy clothes, watching smoke settle after a stand off, you werenât sure why but you knew that was who you needed on your side in this world. Before you knew it, your feet were already moving and mouth speaking to him, grabbing his attention.
âI ainât no charity case sweetheart, I donât take on straysâ The ghoul spoke, his southern drawl making him even more memorable than the marred texture of his skin. You looked to the dog that trailed not far behind him as he walked, changing its pace to keep up with the man. âThe dog there with you tells me otherwiseâ you quipped. âAinât my dogâ he responded harshly as he continued walking. âI can make it worth your while!â You yelled, making him stop in his tracks for a moment, a scary sight at first before you worked up the nerve to come closer once he turned back to you. âAnd how you suppose youâd do that?â He asked, and at first you didnât know what to say, the words leaving your mouth before you could really think of a good enough reason. Did nobody like company anymore these days? âWellâŠI can be your scavenger! Pretty good at collecting stuffâ you offered, shaking your bag and making things rattle around inside to prove it, making him give a huff of a chuckle. ââf I wanted a pack mule Iâdâve found a brahmanâ he shot you down. âOkay, then I can be good company to talk to!â You offered. âThey make radios for when I want to listen to someone yackâ he shut down once again. âIâm a good cook! Even with shitty supplies, I can make a stew thatâd put a smile even on the meanest son of a gunâs faceâ you said, hopeful that heâd at least take you for something, but you had a feeling heâd probably turn you down again. âIguana on a stickâs just fineâ he said, though he had to admit the stew sounded good. Reminded him of home before all this wasteland bullshit. âOh, ummâŠâ you said awkwardly, your tone growing quiet and my how it put a sad look in your eyes. The evil part of him liked it, seeing your sweet innocent face all downturned but the part that was still human deep down, the part that hardly ever saw the light of day anymore, had half a mind to let you.
âGot a lotta nerve walkinâ up tâ me, girly. If you somehow been lucky enough that you ainât met dangerous yet, youâre lookinâ at someone who could put you down before youâd even mutter your last wordsâ he threatened, motioning to the double barreled shotgun in his hands. âI know, I saw it first hand. You hold yourself well, I envy that. Iâm new to all of this and just really want someone who can help me hold my own the same wayâ you explained. âLook, I know I donât look like much but please just give me a chanceâ you begged, looking up at him with a fighting spirit in your eyes that he had to admit, he was pretty impressed in seeing in a vaultie. âYou help me, I help you, however that ends up beingâ you offered, standing strong on this and damn if he didnât see a little bit of himself in you at that. He gave a sigh, tilting his head down before shaking it, not believing himself for the words he was about to say. âAlright, but the minute you start dragginâ youâre out, got me?â He said, and he hated the way his cold heart seemed to pump a little faster upon seeing your eyes light up with joy and a smile stretch to your face. âOh thank you, thank you, thank you!â You said, opening your arms up to hug him but being met with the barrel of his gun poking your stomach to keep space between you. âI donât do hugsâ he spoke gruffly, making you back up enough to where heâd drop the gun back to his side. âR-RightâŠsorryâ you apologized, embarrassment washing over you but still glad to finally have someone in your company. âCâmon, I ainât got all day nowâ he said, motioning you to start walking, so you joined him.
Your travels with him certainly werenât at all what you were expecting them to be. From being used as bait, to being tied up with rope most of the time youâd traveled together, or being sent in as his scavenger, you werenât prepared for a lot of the reality you faced with being up on the surface. Most nights made you question why youâd ever left the comfort of the vault, why youâd abandoned a trusty food supply, regulated temperatures, a safe place to sleep that wasnât riddled with radroaches or had the likely hood of waking up to a raider with a knife at your throat for no reason. Then you would remember the experiment in your vault, why you left that awful place for arguably a worse reality on the surface but at least you had freedom. Out here you were free to say what you want, do what you want, consume what you want so long as you could defend yourself incase that supply wasnât unclaimed. Youâd gotten pretty handy with a gun in the most recent weeks. Cooper, you learned one night was his name, using empty glass bottles as targets to help teach you accuracy and how to hit things from a longer range. In exchange, you came a little more useful than he had first thought. You had some useful stuff on you for trade like chems, ammo and food, were a good extra bag to hold stuff in, and you were a better cook than youâd talked about. Sure you had a tendency to talk too much, and you werenât great with a gun, but you were getting there.
âMight I suggest takinâ them clothes instead of wearinâ that suit?â He said, making you look at him weird for suggesting you strip a dead raider of their clothes. âWhy would I do thatâŠ?â You asked, genuinely confused and not sure what he was implying either, he was a hard man to predict. âBecause, people see that shit and get real mad. People up here donât like vaulties or the ones that run âemâ he said and it made sense, it helped you understand why you kept getting evil glares each time someone would look at you or talk to you. You figured he knew best, so you took the shirt and pants from one of the female raiders, tucking them into your bag to change into at a better time. He gave a chuckle watching you do so, apologizing to the dead body profusely as you took their clothes and whatever valuables they had on them for the betterment of your own survival. You were still so naive, part of him was hoping he could slowly start to break and corrupt your way of thinking, but that was a thought for another time.
Before you knew it, night finally began to fall. The sun setting across the horizon gave the air less of a hot, harsh bite as the temperature began to cool rapidly across the sands of the Mojave. All you managed to grab was a pair of beat up, old jeans and a tank top, so as soon as the sun set, the chill set in. As you both set up camp for the night just outside of an abandoned rest stop, you started a fire to cook some of that stew you talked about being good at. He had to admit, it was pretty damn good, likely the best thing heâs had since before the bombs went off. Though even the kindling fire couldnât manage to chase the chill away, watching you run your hands up and down your arms to try and warm up some by it. He felt a slight pang in his heart, watching you shiver like that, how your eyes lit up by the blaze of the fire and your hair seemed to be tousled just right. You were pretty, too pretty to be trekking this wasteland, and certainly too pretty to be trekking it with him of all people as your company. Even he had a heart still, as cold as it was, so out of kindness he shrugged his duster from his shoulders, draping it around you. You looked at the fabric pooled around you, pulling it over you better before looking to him as he sat down across from you again. âAinât no use if the cold gets yaâ he said, making you smile appreciatively at him as you realized what he did. âThank youâ you replied, a slight blush fanning to your cheeks as the chattering of your teeth finally died down and you grew warmer. It smelled like him, sure it had splatters of old dried blood and was rather worn, but it had that gunpowder and smoke smell to it that you associated with him. âDonât say I never did nothinâ for yaâ he replied, trying to sound cold but it didnât come off that way, making you chuckle. âWhat do I owe you?â You asked, making him fall silent for a moment as he pondered the answer to your question. He looked you over for a second before tipping his hat down to cover his face a bit, the signal that he was about to try and get some sleep. âJust keep watch for a bit, Iâll be up in a few hoursâ he responded, and while it wasnât what you were expecting, youâd take it.
He was startled awake a couple hours later when he heard a commotion, you yelling at someone telling them to back off that this place had been claimed. The raider you were up against didnât seem to like that very much, claiming that wasnât how it worked up here. The altercation took a turn for the worst when the man reached for his gun but you were quick to fire and kill him before he could let out a shot. A shaky feeling set in your hands and a horrified expression across your face at the realization that you just killed someone. Cooper, who was certainly wide awake now, was rather impressed by your quick timing and precision, coming up behind you to lay a gloved hand to your shoulder. âWell would ya look at that, looks like them lessons been payinâ off after all. Howâs it feel?â He asked, looking down at you as you stared at the gun in your hands. âHe was yelling at me butâŠhe was aiming at you. I donât really know what came over me, I didnât like that he was going to shoot you so I justâŠI killed himâ you said, recounting the encounter to him as if he hadnât seen it himself. He didnât really know what to think in that moment as you explained how your mind worked, he was proud for sure at your show of improvement with a gun, yet also touched at the same time. No one ever really looked out for him since he started his bounty hunting, he was a well hated man by many but you defended him without really any reason to. Youâd just learned his name not but two weeks ago, and before that he was dragging you around with rope yet you still defended him, had you two really gotten closer in the time thatâs passed since? He wasnât sure, but it was something he could mull over while you were sleeping. âGet some rest vaultie, sunâll be up soonâ he said, knowing you likely wouldnât get much sleep with the adrenaline still coursing through you, but it was at least worth a try, you two had a long day ahead of you.
When you woke up that next morning, things felt a little different between you two. You werenât some annoying little dog following him anymore, you were an equal. He no longer looked at you and treated you like you were lower than him as you both set out across the wastelands, he had respect for you. Hell, he even started talking with you now when you were out traveling which was almost unbelievable. You learned through those conversations that he used to be an actor in Wild West themed films, explaining his outfit, and that he was married before the bombs dropped. You of course told him bits and pieces about yourself in exchange, after all it only felt fair but it was also nice to just finally talk to someone after all this time.
When night time fell again you two sat enjoying a meal by the fire together, only rather than across from each other, he sat next to you, making a blush come to your face as youâd smiled sweetly at him. âGlad to know I donât have germs anymoreâ you said jokingly, making him chuckle. âGive an old man some credit. It ainât exactly all peaches and marmalade out here darlinâ, even cute can be deadlyâ he said, the nickname and him calling you cute sending a deeper blush to your cheeks despite knowing itâs just how he spoke. Whether it was the lack of contact with other people for so long, or just his charm you couldnât quite tell, but it always seemed to have an effect on you. âJust teasinâ you, I get it. Iâd tie me up and use me for bait too if Iâd been doing this as long as you have. Itâs a shit hole out hereâ you said, making him look at you as you dropped the first curse word heâs ever heard from you. âWell Iâll be damned, either Iâm a bad influence or youâre finally growinâ outta that naive shell there, vaultieâ Cooper replied, making you laugh as you saw a smirk stretch to his thin, marred lips, the first one youâd seen in a while that wasnât brought on by drugs, chems or that first sip of a good bottle of alcohol. âProbably bothâ you quipped, making him chuckle. âYeah, probably. Been told I ainât easy to stomachâ he said, making you hum. âYouâre alright in my book, Coopâ you replied with a sweet, genuine smile that matched your tone and was that butterflies you felt in your stomach? Did you just call him Coop? No ones called him that in ages, why did it make his heart start to flutter a bit? âYou ainât so bad yourself, vaultieâ he responded, still affording you that small smile before turning back to his food. âKeep making food this good and I just might have to keep you aroundâ he joked, making you giggle and break the slightly tense silence. âItâs not much but I certainly try. Iâll definitely make sure to stay good at it, I like traveling with youâ you said, unintentionally coming off flirtatious and fuck there it goes again, that feeling in his chest and his stomach like he needed to hit his inhaler but he felt great. What were you doing to him?
âHey, if it isnât too much can I ask you a sort ofâŠpersonal question?â You asked, holding the beat up bowl in your hands as you looked over at him. This was normally the part where he would say no, absolutely not, he wasnât here to be questioned on his personal matters. Yet, with you, it was different. Ever since last night he hasnât been so on edge with you, it was like heâd warmed up to you. âDepends on what youâre askinâ there, sweetheartâ he said, the nickname once again making you blush. âDo youâŠmiss them? Your wife and daughter?â You asked, not sure if it was a good subject or good question to ask but after finding out, you were genuinely curious. He looked down at his bowl again, thinking of the proper response to your question. The old him would have been defensive, told you it was none of your business, but now? He wasnât sure. âAinât a day that goes by that I donât think about âem. About the way I ran out on âem when them bombs droppedâ he answered, making you give him a sad look as genuine guilt filled his tone. This was the most honest and open heâs been with you this whole time. âI feel guilty. Not sure if I feel guilty for runninâ out and leavinâ âem behind or guilty for the way I ran out, been tryinâ tâ figure that out for quite a while now and I still ainât sureâ he added, and you sympathized with that. Everyone has regrets, things theyâve done in the past that they arenât proud of, people up here were no different in that aspect. âWell, in the short time Iâve gotten to know you, Iâve come to understand that everything you do has a valid reason behind it. So even if you feel it was a shitty thing to do, you obviously had a reason for doing so. No one can blame you for trusting your gut, and I donât think you should blame yourself for doing soâ you responded, your hand falling to his as a comforting gesture, your words ringing in his head almost as if youâd opened something in his mind, something heâd never really gave himself to think about before. He looked down at your hand that rested on his, noticing the way you didnât flinch away from him like others did, the way you were brave enough to walk up to him, talk to him, *trust* him when he made it very clear that you shouldnât. It was smaller than his, softer for sure, but warm all the same, then he looked up to see that caring look in your eyes and smile on your face that told him that you cared. âGuess youâre right, still wonder sometimes if it was the right choice to makeâ he replied. âI understand. Everyone has regrets, we all look at the past and hold at least something that weâve done before in regret, itâs what makes us humanâ you said, making him give a huff as a chuckle. âYou got anybody?â He asked, making you look down as you moved your feet along the dirt. âAn ex-husband, but not anyone I really care about, no. My parents passed a few years before the bombings and he and I split up when I caught him cheating on me with some other woman in the vault..â you explained, not sure why it hurt you to tell the tale still, but you felt it was only fair considering what youâd asked of him to share. âSorry tâ hear thatâ Cooper said, making you chuckle weakly, a somber look coming to your face that made his heart wrench. âI havenât exactly been in love since, and considering he and I split up just a little over ten years ago, really says something I guess, huh?â You asked, trying to laugh to bring up the mood, knowing you sounded pathetic. âHe was the fool, not you darlinâ. He was the one skippinâ out on one hell of a womanâ Cooper said, making you look to him and blush a bit as you gave a chuckle at his response.
âThanksâ you replied appreciatively and with a smile before casting your gaze down to see your hands were still connected and it left you blushing harder with embarrassment, youâd been holding his hand this entire time without realizing it. âOh my gosh, Iâm so sorry! I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable if I have I-â ârelax vaultieâ he cut you off, pushing your hand back down onto his to assure you that he was far from uncomfortable. âItâsâŠrather nice actuallyâ he admitted, making you feel relieved but your heart fluttered in your chest from it. A thick tension soon began to set in between you both after that night, something of an unspoken, kindling romance beginning to develop. âThen there it can stayâ you said, making him smile softly at you, tipping his hat at you as a silent thank you.
Months passed on like this, where youâd spend the days scavenging, picking the land for its resources you could find and hunting bounties by day, then spending your nights by a fire growing closer and closer with every passing day. Through your shared meals, jokes, deep conversations, and plenty of near death experiences, you started to notice your fondness of the ghoul you traveled with. The way youâd hang onto his words with that southern accent that seemed to pull at your heart strings, or the way youâd go out of your way to stand between him and a stray bullet. Youâd helped him on more than one occasion in getting out of a sticky spot, or getting him the stuff he needed to keep from turning feral. In return, he started to notice he was feeling the same towards you. There was this sudden need to keep you safe, to do nicer things for you, to speak better towards you, even flirt with you at times. Some nights thereâd be so much tension in the air, itâs a miracle you havenât jumped each other yet. Though in his eyes, as much as his heart yearned for you, he knew you were too good for him. Youâd been hurt before, and he had a reputation for hurting people, feeling undeserving of even just the sweet smiles and company you afford him even now. You didnât need someone like him, you needed a good man, someone who didnât kill for a living, someone who could treat you right, someone who didnât look the way he did. You were soft and warm, he was rough and cold, though he supposed thatâs where the term âopposites attractâ came from. So even when he was a whole bottle deep, he was sure to hold his tongue to a certain point.
Some of those nights around the fire were spent sober, others not so much, and this night happened to be one of those nights spent under the influence. You two had stumbled across a mini-mart, doing your best to out run the radstorm that had been trailing you guys for hours, coming in just to find whatever supplies you could to make it through the next week and possibly hunker down for the night. So imagine your surprise when you seemed to have found the largest chem stache youâd both ever laid eyes on. âCoop! Come here, you gotta see thisâ you said, making him run towards you to make sure you werenât hurt or in trouble. His nerves were eased once he saw you, fully intact. âTell me Iâm not seeing shitâ you said, pointing to all of the supplies sitting in a box on the table, joined by other supplies around it. You both looked at each other in complete and utter disbelief, this would keep you stocked for months, maybe even a whole year if you conserved it well. âWell ainât that just the prettiest fuckinâ sightâ he said. There was no way a horde of chems this large and this valuable was just completely unprotected you reasoned, so you routed around the place, scoping out for any raiders, straggling traders or ferals who happened to still be around. It was as if heaven was shining down on you both as you found no one around, seemed like no one had been here for days. So you did the most logical thing anyone would do in this situation. Stuff each of your bags to the brim of drugs of all varieties! Seeing as you had food, chems and even some clean water and alcohol lying around, Cooper locked and barricaded the door shut, proposing it could be a good spot to sleep for the night. With a radstorm approaching, it was best to have a roof over your heads to keep out the rain and potential radiation sickness that came with it. âThis is the closest fuckinâ thing to a slice of heaven Iâve seen in agesâ he said, aside from you is what played in his mind but he couldnât speak that out loud, no matter how much he wanted to. âYou said it!â you replied, and itâs even better with you here you thought, but thought it best to keep it to yourself. He plopped down on the couch, kicking his feet up to rest on the small table that seemed to be in shambles, enjoying a tape that was playing on the TV that he was surprised to still see functioning. âHoly shit, this thing still works?â You asked, amazed to see working technology out in the wastelands, sitting next to him as you watched it with him. He gave a smirk at your reaction, thinking it was cute the way your eyes would light up when you got all excited over something. Deep down it made him want to give you everything you laid eyes on like that just to see it pointed towards him. âGuess soâ he replied, enjoying your excitement only to see you turn and look his way, which was his signal to stop staring holes into you before he gets caught. âI dunno about you baby doll, but I ainât about to spend tonight sober with this stache sittinâ here ân front of usâ he said, making you laugh as he routed through all the different drugs and chems til he found what he was looking for.
In the process of searching through it all, a small metal box fell to the floor at your feet. It looked like a box of mentats only the design was different, instead of the characteristic green and white box was a red one covered with hearts labeled DN-Chem. You supposed the worst that could happen was turn into the man sitting next to you, which you figured wasnât the worst fate to succumb to all things considered, so you went against all better judgement and said fuck it, popping two of the mentat like chems and chasing it with the vodka heâd found to wait for it to take effect. âThe hell is DN?â He asked, looking at the box, wondering what it was you took. âDonât know, guess weâll find out here soon because I took twoâ you said, taking another sip from the bottle of vodka he passed your way, and he gave a chuckle as you handed it back to him. âYou come a mighty long way, little ladyâ he commented before setting the metal pill box down. He took the bottle from you, taking a swig, then placing one of the small viles into his inhaler before taking a hit of it then lying back, breathing a sigh of relief as it and the alcohol entered his system like the perfect remedy to any ailment. As about a half an hour rolled by, you waited for the high to set in but it never came, instead you were just getting hot, like really hot. There werenât any windows open, and it was night time so you shouldnât be this uncomfortably hot for how it was but you felt like you were on fire. âShit, itâs hot as hell in hereâŠâ you complained, shaking off your jacket that youâd picked off of some raider a few weeks back, making him look to you curiously. âLightweightâ he quipped, making you chuckle. âAccept I donât feel anything, I just feel hotâ you said, making him hum with intrigue before turning back to the TV. âGive it some time, youâre new to all this. âm sure your body is wonderinâ what the hell you just put in itâ he said, and he had a good point, maybe it was just a side effect of not doing them so often compared to his every day use.
As time went on, you began to notice the way your eyes couldnât help but be glued to him, more specifically glued to the way his legs were now spread as he sat back. You wondered to yourself what he looked like beneath all that cowboy get up, what his reaction would be like to see you getting on your knees for him and slotting yourself between his spread legs. You shook your head to try and rid yourself of such inappropriate thoughts, but what you couldnât stop no matter how hard you tried was the feeling of arousal beginning to pool in your panties. Sure he flirted with you every now and again, but you doubt he felt towards you the same way you did for him. To him you were sure you were likely more akin to a pet than a friend, useful and nice to have around, but not anything further. At least so you thought. Youâd rather hoped you were wrong in assuming so, that maybe he saw you the same way you saw him. You bit your lip as you tried bouncing your leg to relieve the ache between your thighs, a light pink dusting your face and neck even up to the tips of your ears, but nothing worked. Even as you closed your eyes, all you could picture was you laid out on the couch beneath him, or bent over it with him behind you, or you riding him on it. âBeen awful quiet. You doinâ alright over there, sweetheart?â Cooper asked you, and the audible whimper you let out from the nickname left you completely embarrassed. You clasped a hand over your mouth, god you were horrified but he gave a grin and a chuckle in response. âIâm so sorry, I donât know whatâs gotten into me all the sudden. I feel soâŠweird?â you said, unsure if that was really the proper word to explain it but it was the only way you could really word it off the top of your head with how much your brain felt as if it was turning to mush. âYa took some chems, itâs gonna feel a bit fuzzyâ he said, trying to assure you that feeling a little funny was normal, but this? This didnât feel normal, not even for a chem high. You tried your best to swallow harshly, doing everything you could to try and relieve the dry ache you felt in your throat at the moment upon looking at him. You grabbed the bottle of vodka, taking a few sips but even that couldnât grant you bliss from it. The throbbing in your core was driving you absolutely insane. You swore up and down that it was like you could feel your heartbeat in your chest, stomach, and in your cunt all at the same time. âNo, this is differentâŠI donât think what I took was a normal chem, CoopâŠâ you said, trying not to panic at the effects that were setting in but god you felt like you were absolutely feral. He turned to look at you, watching as you clamped your thighs together and the red that fell over your face. âI feel like an animal in heatâ you said bluntly, making him go into a near coughing fit as you took him off guard. However that piqued his interest enough to pick up the little metal box again to see what it was you took. âI ainât ever heard of a chem that does that, was that DN shit the only stuff you took?â He asked, growing slightly concerned for you and whether he had a possible horde of laced chems, or just an extremely horny woman on his hands. Speaking of hands, you were lost in thought staring at them, at the way they gripped the couch like you wanted him to grip your thighs, at the way they looked in those leather gloves he always wore. You wondered how it would feel wrapped around your throat, or how it would feel if his fingers were buried deep inside of you. Shit. This was getting out of control.
âHey, ya with me still?â He asked, snapping to try and get your attention back on the matter at hand, making you shake your head yes as you broke from your perverted thoughts. âIs that DN shit the only thing you took?â He asked again, making you shake your head yes once more, because you knew damn well your voice was going to betray you the moment you tried to speak. That had to be it, it was the only thing that was different out of it all and the only thing heâd never heard of before. He knew it wasnât the vodka either because he was drinking it with you, so if it was affecting you, it would have affected him and it hadnât.
It took him a minute to put two and two together before he finally realized the abbreviations stood for Date Night, reading the instructions and effects on the inside of the tinâs lid. âShit..â he said as he read it, realizing this was a hand made thing thrown into the bunch by whoever was running this place. âDid you read the lid before you popped them pills?â He asked, making you go wide eyed. As if this couldnât get any fucking worse, this shit show could have been avoided had you just read the inside of the lid. âThere was instructions?? Oh my godâŠwhat the fuck did I take?â You asked, concerned for yourself and the tone he had while reading it. âSomethinâ that the creator of it called Date Night. Looks like itâs aâŠwell looks like itâs a handmade sex chemâ he said, making you cover your face with your hands out of sheer embarrassment, youâd never wanted to die out in a radstorm more than you did right now. âPlease tell me youâre fucking joking, cooperâŠâ you whined, watching him read it more. âHow much of it did you take?â He asked, almost scared to know and you were scared to know why. âTwo?â You replied, making him whistle at that as he read it. âFuckinâ hell sugar..â he said through a chuckle, and that nickname made a shiver run through you, sending electric bolts straight to your throbbing cunt. You did your best to bite back the whimper. âYouâre only sâpossed take one, and with you beinâ new tâ all this, I wouldnât have taken more than halfâ he said, making you just wish you could just dig a hole and die in it already. âFuck meâŠwait, shit! N-Not literally fuck me I- well I mean Iâd like if you did butâŠFUCK! Forgive me Cooper, Iâm so sorry, I can hardly think straightâ you said, making him chuckle. âWell sweetheart, I think you and I both know thereâs only one good fix for this situationâ he said, making you whimper pathetically at the thought, your thighs squeezing together even more as you tried to fight to stay sane. Your eyes cast downwards to his lap once more, seeing the tent forming in his pants, clearly you werenât the only one all worked up here. âI donât want to make you feel like you have to, Coop. I can run off and take care of myself if it makes you uncomfort-â you rambled but before you could finish, his hand cupped the side of your face, pulling you in for a long awaited kiss. You moaned into it without meaning to, feeling the way your body immediately relaxed upon wrapping your arms around him with no hesitation as the sweet innocent kiss turned passionate and dirty rather quickly.
âI wonât lie tâ you, doinâ this with you has passed my mind more times than Iâd care to admit, but I donât wanna cross that line unless you really want thisâ he said, looking into your eyes and making sure that this was truly what you wanted, that you felt the same way he did. âCoop, I know Iâm under the influence of whatever the fuck this drug is, but trust me when I say, Iâd be just as good with it sober. Been thinking about it for probably just as long as you have, if Iâm honest with you. I want this, I want you and right now I want you so fucking bad that I might lose my mind if you donât fuck meâ you answered bluntly, taking him by surprise at just the sheer amount of absolute filth that left your otherwise innocent mouth, making him chuckle at your use of curse words and how desperate you were for him. âThat so sugar?â He asked with a grin, enjoying teasing you at your neediest moments, including now. âGod yes, Cooper please..â you begged, nearly moaning in reply and heâd spent time mulling over it before, denying himself the chance but just as the chem stache was a pot of gold, he took this as one of the best opportunities being placed in his lap by whatever higher power existed out there, making him waste no time in kissing you once more. âGood, because I donât think Iâd be able to hold myself back once weâve startedâ he said, and the idea made you moan. âDonât want you to hold back, want all of youâ you said, and your wish was his command.
By the time your brain could finally catch up with you again, your clothes were strewn out all around you, your tank top hanging over the back of the couch, your jeans thrown haphazardly on the arm rest behind you, his pants on the floor, his hat on the table and shirt and duster having fallen somewhere behind the couch. By now, youâd already cum on his fingers twice, and on his cock once, this was your fourth round and this shit still had you on fire. âYes!! Oh fuck, Cooper!â you moaned as your legs wrapped around his hips, keeping him as close to you as you could get, your fingers digging crescent shapes and puffy red lines into his back that unfortunately he knew wouldnât stay long thanks to his ability to heal stupidly fast. âDoinâ so good for me, baby doll. Look so pretty like this for me, all splayed out like a needy little whoreâ he praised and degraded through his groans, making you moan and roll your eyes into the back of your head at the praise mixed with degradation as his cock was drilling deep inside you like tonight was all you guys had. âYeah, you like that, huh sweet thing? Like it when I tell you how good it feels and call you names?â He asked, making you nod your head yes because there wasnât a single thought in that brain of yours other than his name, which you spoke like a mantra. âNever knew such a sweet lilâ thing like you would be such a dirty little minx. FuckâŠenough to make a man like me go feral, ya know that?â he said, making you giggle as you moved his free hand up to your throat, urging him to choke you, and he groaned at the sight. Your kiss swollen lips all puffy and shining with spit, your cheeks dusted a constant pink that grew darker anytime his cock brushed that spot deep inside that made you cling to him, your eyes half lidded, looking up at him like he was your savior. It made him absolutely rock hard knowing youâd pick him over anyone else in this god forsaken wasteland. âMy, you are just a little freak, ainât you? Oh we are gonna have fun together, you and me honeyâ he promised, squeezing your throat tight enough to restrict your airflow but not enough to hurt or cause any damage. Just enough to get that puddle of a brain of yours all fuzzy as you got closer to your fourth orgasm of the night. âCooperâŠâm so close, so close please!!â You begged, feeling the heavy drag of his cock as he pounded into you, leaving you damn near screaming as it nudged your cervix and that spongy little bundle of nerves deep inside. âGo on honey, I gotchya. Let go for me, wanna see those pretty faces and hear those pretty noises you makeâ he said, angling his hips just right to hit that spot over and over again. âOh fuck, oh fuck Iâm gonna cum again, I-â you warned before your moans rose in pitch as your walls clamped around him, gushing on his cock as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your body arched off the couch, stars filling your vision for a moment as you felt your release gush out and coat your inner thighs, screaming his name like it was your only chance at salvation. âWell ainât I just the damn luckiest man in the wastelands right now, got me a pretty little vaultie and sheâs a gusherâ he said, making you whimper at his teasing but judging by the way he emptied himself inside you for the second time, you took it as a sign that he liked that about you. âHoly shit, I-I didnât know I could do thatâ you said, thoroughly shocked with what your brain and body were doing as they almost seemed to almost be working against each other. âDo it again for meâ he said, grabbing you and moving you both to where you were straddling him this time. His hands rested on your hips, helping guide you as you speared yourself on his dick with ease from how absolutely soaked you were, making you both throw your head back and moan. âNow thatâs a damn good sightâ he said, making you lean in to kiss him once more as his hands helped you start and keep a steady rhythm with your hips. It was definitely going to be a long night, but one you two have been needing for months, maybe even longer.
Itâs a good thing ghouls have remarkable recovery time, because in order to finally get you sated and back to normal, you both had to spend all night going at it. Granted, it was aided by the mix of pent up sexual tension and pent up sexual frustration, but it was dawn before you both had gotten to a point where you could even *try* and fall sleep. First few times was on the couch between missionary, doggy and you riding him, next was you bent over it, with your pretty legs spread and ass in the air for him. Then, you used the arm rest of the couch as a pillow beneath your hips as he stood up while you laid out on the couch. He liked that one a lot for the way your tits would bounce with each and every forceful thrust into you, jolting your body. After that, it was done standing up with your back pressed against a wall, your legs and arms wrapped around him to keep him deep inside of you and fill you til he had nothing left to give you. From that point on, the rest of the night was all a hormone-hazed blur, but you knew well that he took care of you. You woke up unbelievably sore, your joints aching in places that you had no idea could even ache, a swollen, angry throb between your legs for the harsh, almost punishing treatment to your pussy followed by bruises, bite marks, scratch marks, hand prints etc. littered your skin as you woke up curled into Cooperâs side. You gave a gravelly groan as the sun shone in your eyes through the windows, making him chuckle at the way you were such a ray of sunshine except in the morning. Coming to learn that you absolutely *hated* mornings. Though you suppose you started to enjoy them more since traveling with him. âMorninâ sunshineâ he said coyly, making you groan disapprovingly at the way the sun was in your eyes, making you hold your hand up to cast a shadow on your face and grant you some relief. âMorningâ you answered, your voice hoarse and half gone from sleep and all your activities that transpired the previous night. âAinât that a pretty sightâ he said, turning and seeing you curled up to him, naked, your hair all messy from sleep and the hickeys and bite marks littering your skin, making you chuckle. âLast night was definitely something, canât believe youâve been holding all *that* out on meâ you joked, making him give a dry laugh. âCould say the same thing about you, sugar. Had no idea that mind a yours could be so filthy. Youâre a wild thing to party with, lilâ ladyâ he teased, sliding his arm around you to keep you close, making you hum as you lay soft, appreciative kisses to his collarbone and chest. âYouâre fun too, and thank you for taking care of me last night. Iâm sorry that it ended up happening the way that it did, I wanted to work up the courage and tell you some other way, I really did, but I guess life had other plansâ you said making him chuckle as he saw you blush when he kissed your head. âDrunk words are sober thoughts they say, so Iâd say I made out pretty good. But donât sweat it, not sure how I deserved someone as good as you, but itâs good to know I ainât as hard to stomach as most people sayâ he said, pulling you in for a soft, heartfelt kiss. âI think you are just perfect, Cooperâ you said, your hand resting on his scarred chest as you looked at him with that gaze he swore heâd do anything to see pointed his way.
âYou really wanna be my girl?â He asked softly, sounding shocked and with some self doubt still lacing his tone, but he had to be sure this was what you wanted outside of the drugâs effects. He cared for you deeply, in a way that he hasnât felt in a very long time, but maybe you were just the right person for him to finally open his heart up to. His question made you giggle as your heart fluttered in your chest with excitement. âI absolutely do, I meant it when I said it last night, I mean it just as much now. I think weâve danced around it for long enough, donât you?â you replied, making him smile the most genuinely happy smile youâve seen him wear since youâd met. âJust checkinââ he said, before laying a sweet kiss to your lips, wishing every morning could be like this one. Maybe it could, now that you were here with him.
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Hickey : ÌÌâ Lando Norris
summary: with all eyes on him, lando can't help but wonder what everyone is captured by. but when he finds out the problem, it's much bigger than he ever could've imagined
The room seemed to fall silent as soon as Lando walked in, with several glances moving in his direction. His heart began to race as he heard sniggers come from around the room, it was something that he wasnât used to, usually greeted with wide smiles and shakes of the hand.Â
It was almost as if heâd walked into a dream, it was unlike anything that Lando had experienced before. He nervously walked to the side of the room as the drivers waited to be called out for the parade, seeking comfort from Oscar and a few of his other close friends who were stood in the corner of the room.Â
âWhatâs going on?â Lando queried as he stood between Oscar and Carlos, his eyes drawn to the expressions on their faces and how they tried their best to not smile across at him.Â
âDid you have a nice evening?â Carlos innocently asked him.Â
Lando nodded in confusion as a scoff came from George who was just beside Carlos. Landoâs brows knitted together as his anxiety built, hating the feeling as if he was missing out on something amongst them all. Â
âY/Nâs here this weekend, isnât she?â Oscar asked. Lando nodded, knowing that Oscar already knew the answer. âWe can tell you guys havenât seen each other for a while.âÂ
It didnât take long before a couple of the other drivers joined their group, not wanting to miss out. There were a few exchanged glances amongst them all, but Lando just couldnât piece together what they were all trying to say to each other as their eyes silently spoke. Â
âDid you happen to have a look in the mirror before you left your hotel room this morning? Or did Y/N say anything to you?â Alex asked, shaking his head across at Lando.Â
âShe was still asleep, and I was running late.âÂ
No one could quite believe how oblivious Lando was as he shrugged. It had grabbed everyoneâs attention as soon as he entered the room, and had probably delighted the cameras as soon as Lando entered the paddock that morning. Â
âCan someone just tell me what Iâm missing please?â Lando asked of them all.Â
Whilst some of them continued their laughter, Charles pulled his phone out of his back pocket and opened up his camera. Lando immediately panicked when he saw what Charles was doing, brushing over his face. Little did he know though, it wasnât something that could just be brushed off.Â
âJust so you know, I said to the others that we should tell you,â Charles defended before he went to turn his phone around, at least trying to offer Lando one supportive friend.Â
âTell me what? Just tell me whatâs the matter.âÂ
A sigh came from Charles as he turned his phone around. Lando studied himself carefully in it, but couldnât spot anything, nothing that usually wasnât out of the ordinary. Â
âCan you really not see the issue?â Oscar asked, struggling to hold back his laughter.Â
As Lando shook his head, Carlos walked over to him and pulled down the side of his hoodie. Watching on as the material moved, Landoâs eyes soon went wide.Â
âNow can you see what the problem is?â Carlos sighed at him, tapping his finger just below him. âNow do you see why youâre the centre of attention this morning?âÂ
His heart began to race as he moved closer towards the phone, noticing just how dark the mark on his neck was. His eyes shut, knowing that there was nothing that he could do about it, dreading to think what had already happened before he even noticed too.Â
âIâve got a hickey,â Lando muttered underneath his breath.Â
No one quite knew where to look as Lando looked around in panic. It was beyond anything that Lando couldâve ever imagined, almost like the things that nightmares are made of, especially when you get as much attention as he does.Â
âWhat am I supposed to do?â He nervously asked, but no one seemed to have the answer, it was a situation that none of the drivers had ever found themselves in before.Â
There was one driver though who had a bit of an idea. âWhat about if you paint yourself purple for the race today, that way itâll blend in and no one will ever know?âÂ
âDaniel, sometimes I really just want to knock you out.âÂ
Whilst Lando looked unimpressed, Danielâs suggestion earnt a chorus of laughs from many of the other drivers. Whilst some couldnât hold back their giggles, luckily for Lando, he had a couple who could sympathise.Â
âThereâs got to be some merch somewhere thatâll hide your neck,â Alex suggested, throwing his arm over Landoâs shoulders. âIf that fails, just pretend youâve got a nasty stomach bug and ask to go home.âÂ
âIâm just going to have to own it now, I bet thereâs headlines everywhere, arenât there?â Lando asked, the silence around the room telling him everything that he needed to know.Â
Of all of the boys, George cleared his throat. âI promise that the headlines arenât as terrible as you probably think they are Lando.âÂ
Lando nodded, it still didnât make him feel any better. Especially for you. You were just a few minutes from arriving at the paddock and he knew exactly what sort of questions would be sent your way upon your arrival.Â
Like the media, a few of the boys couldnât help but think about Y/N too. âHave you got matching marks or something?â Daniel quizzed, unable to stop himself messing with Lando, just like Lando had done with him many times. âAre you just letting everyone know youâre together this weekend.âÂ
âYou can tease me all you want, but none of you are to say anything to Y/N,â Lando quickly warned them all, âsheâs going to be embarrassed enough about this as it is when she gets here.âÂ
âI never had Y/N down for this type of person.âÂ
âDaniel!â Lando groaned, elbowing him in the side. âIâm being serious, if anyone says anything to Y/N then I can guarantee you right now that I know all of your weaknesses and I will happily expose you all for them.âÂ
It was funny watching Lando be serious, but when it came to you, they all knew just how much he meant it. He would back you all the way and defend you no matter what had happened.Â
âAt least we all know you and Y/N are happy together,â Carlos grinned as he tried to lighten the mood again. âLetâs worry more about covering this mess up for now seeing as weâve got a race to get to soon.âÂ
âYouâre all enjoying this too much,â Lando scolded, displeased by the smirks on many of his closest friends around him. âSome of you really need to get yourselves girlfriends.âÂ
As Lando went to walk off with Carlos, Charles quickly stopped him. Before Lando could protest, Charles used his phone to take a photo of Lando and keep it as a memory.Â
âJust for the future,â he innocently smiled as Lando hit against his arm. âI think this is an important day that we might all want to remember one day.âÂ
âIâve never hated a group of people more in my life,â Lando sighed as Charles slotted his phone away. âAt least thereâs one person who wants to help me out.âÂ
âIâve got no sympathy,â Oscar shrugged, seemingly the spokesperson of the group. âYou shouldâve known what you were doing back at your hotel last night.âÂ
Landoâs eyes rolled at Oscarâs scolding, âdo you think if I knew this was going to happen I would have let Y/N do this to me?â He quizzed, pointing at the mark.Â
âKnowing you, yes,â Oscar couldnât help but laugh, âanything to get a little bit of attention, we all know what youâre like with your relationship.âÂ
âI honestly hate you all.âÂ
âBut at least we all know Y/N loves you though!âÂ
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Youâre sitting on the couch of your shared apartment when Jason climbs in through the window, finally done with patrol. His entrance makes you look up from your phone. He reaches up and tugs his helmet off. His hair looks a little funny, but it also made him look good. He didnât need the ego boost though. You can tell he had an eventful patrol by the smile on his face.
He walks towards you and drops his hand onto your arm. He lets it slide down until his hand rests on yours. He pulls your hand to his lips in greeting. âHey, princess.â He squeezes your hand before giving it back to you.
âHow was patrol?â You watch as he strips off his outer layers of gear. The display never gets old.
âGood.â He laughs. âBut I have got to tell you what happened. Red Robin, Tim, smacked into Red Robin, the restaurant. It was completely by accident too. I begged Babs to get me the camera footage. Sheâs searching as we speak.â
You laugh at his enthusiasm and the way he laughed before he even finished the story. You ask him questions, he answers them. It continues until he goes to take his shower.
You turn back to your phone. This is where it all goes wrong, because you see a post that ruins your day. It reads, âthe first time most men receive flowers is at their funeral.â
Evil. Illegal. Unacceptable. Had you really never given Jason flowers before? You swore you did but your memory came up empty. By the time you finished your existential flower crisis, Jason finished showering and called you to bed. Heâs exhausted and falls asleep quickly. You, however, stay awake and plan. You will get the love of your life flowers. You will not let the first time he receives flowers to be at his funeral. You fall asleep trying to decide what flowers he would like best.
You wake up before him, getting up as gently as possible. If he wakes up with you, heâll trap you for cuddles in his huge beefy inescapable arms, so you must be careful. You wouldnât have been able to do it if you didnât know Jason as well as you do.
You get ready as silently and as quickly as possible before sliding out the door. The nearest flower shop isnât too far. You make it there and back in 30 minutes, and most of that time was spent deciding what flowers you wanted to get Jason.
You walk home with a bouquet of simple red roses with some babyâs breath sprinkled in. Itâs wrapped in black paper with a read bow, a color combination youâre sure heâll love.
You walk home a little slower, careful not to disturb the flowers cradled in your arms. The long walk leaves you to your thoughts. You wonder how Jason will react.
And then you get worried. What if he thinks itâs weird? Jason has never called you weird unaffectionately before, but what if this is what does it? Or, even worse, what if he pretends to like them but actually thinks itâs weird? You spiral a little and panic. You eventually walk head first into your door on muscle memory.
You make sure the flowers are okay before opening the door. You hide the bouquet behind your back. To your surprise, Jason is awake and in the kitchen. His morning voice greets you with a smile. âDid you just walk into the door?â
Your worry begins to fade and a smile crawls its way onto your face. âShut up.â
He laughs and the sound makes you blush. You love him. âYou did!â
âAnd to think I was out getting you a present.â You shake your head.
âYou got me a present?â He looks a like an excited puppy.
âI got my loving boyfriend a present. Let me know if you see him.â You pretend as if youâre about to walk out.
Jason rushes over to you smiling. âWait, no! Heâs right here! Please! I want my present!â
Before you can talk yourself out of it, you thrust the flowers at him. He takes them from you, his smile softening. âDo you like them?â
He leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead. âWhat are these for? Theyâre beautiful. I love them.â You watch him feel the petals with a gentle smile that he canât seem to help.
You tell him about the post you saw, and how you couldnât let the first time he got flowers be at his funeral. He pauses. âBabe. I really love the flowers. Seriously. Best gift ever. But um. The first time I got flowers was at my funeral.â He watches your face.
You lift a hand and cover your mouth. âOh my god.â He laughs and uses one had to hug to you to his chest.
âI really love the sentiment! It means a lot! I love them so much!â He smiles into your hair as you wrap your arms around him.
âThatâs why I remember buying you flowers before but couldnât remember giving them to you. I feel terrible.â
âDonât. This was so sweet, seriously. If it wasnât the ass crack of dawn, I would cry.â
You laugh. âItâs past noon.â
He huffs. âSame thing. We were up until like 4.â
âThis is true,â you say. âI still feel so bad though. I canât believe I forgot you had a funeral already.â
He laughs and you can feel it in his chest. âThe idea was really sweet, princess. I love the flowers. You just made my day. Nay, my week.â
âAre you sure?â
âYeah, you running into the door really sealed the deal.â
You push on his chest. âI hate you.â
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... [ADOPTING A YUMKASAUR] âàł
KINICH X READER
Kinich lets his eyes drift from the Yumkasaurs to your face. He watches you as you watch them, mesmerized all over again. This seems to be a habit with youâ becoming enraptured with the most mundane things. It is almost endearing.
Almost.
He glances to the side as a butterfly lands on a nearby branch, wondering idly how many days would pass before you noticed its presence. Kinich can't help himself, not really, and slowly, quietly, he moves closer to you. He shifts closer to sit by your side, watching your face as the Yumkasaurs hop around in the small clearing.
Kinich lets out a small sigh of resignation as he sits down next to you. "You are aware," he starts, "that they won't do anything other than jump for⊠probably the rest of the afternoon?" "Cute..." you mutter, you're amazed by them every time, they feel surreal. Kinich lets out a dry laugh as his eyes watch the Yumkasaurs.
"Of course you would think they're cute," he says, tone light with amusement as he continues to watch the creatures. "They're just hopping." He deadpans. As though to prove his point, one of the Yumkasaurs trips over its own paws and falls flat on its side. It stays there for a moment before it rolls over onto its back and blinks at the two of you with those wide-eyed stares of theirs. Kinich stares at it, amused. "...you're not going to say it's adorable are you?" Kinich asks, glancing down to look at you beside him.
"Please tell me you're not going to tell me it's adorable because it's on its back," he says, his tone just as dry as it was before.
"Kiniiiich, please! I wanna have one!" you say excitedly as you shake him. Kinich sighs, watching as you shake his arm. "Of course you want one," he mutters. "You want every creature you see."
He tries to look stern, staring at you with a frown, but the corners of his lips are fighting off a smile he's trying to suppress. He sighs again, the smile on his face slowly becoming more obvious as he watches you. You're staring at him now, eyes wide and hopeful.
"You can have one."
He says it as a compromise, though he knows you'll have an entire swarm of the things before the day is out. His words bring a bright smile to your face, and he lets you drag him to his feet as you start toward the one Yumkasaur still lying on its back on the grass. "One," he says again. "One." He emphasizes the word, knowing you are likely to ignore him.
The smallest of the group had been left behind while its companions had escaped into the brush. It's lying on its back, legs wiggling awkwardly. The two of you watch it in silence for a moment, before eventually Kinich lets out a heavy sigh and goes to scoop it up.
"Does it...have a mother?" you carefully ask, surely they didn't left it behind...right? The Yumkasaur makes a small noise as Kinich holds it against his chest. It curls into him, seeking out his body heat. He turns his gaze to look around, checking to see if he can spot any sign of its mother nearby.
"No," he says, shaking his head slowly. "It's probably been abandoned. "From the corner of his eye, Kinich notices you watching the Yumkbasaur, a small smile playing on your lips. He lets out a little sigh, knowing that this is a fight he won't win.
"If you're going to take it with you," he says, shifting it in his arms to get a better hold of it, "at least give it a name. I am not calling it 'the Yumkasaur' for the rest of its life."
"I'll name it...."
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A/N: Personally if I was Sofia. I would have just left his ass. âWherever the wind takes me.â Ahh forgot to add I was inspired by two fics on here for this. I forgot one but the other is inspired by @rafeandonlyrafe !! Just the beginning bit of it though!
âWoah, whereâd do you think youâre going?â Rafe asks you, as you hastily put your clothes in a suitcase. You ignore him, focused on putting your stuff away. Grabbing a handful of hangers before tossing them into your bag. The clatter of the hangers falling off straps of clothing as you attempt to shove them in. Tears are pricking your eyes. âHey, Iâm talking to youâ he says softly. Attempts too anyway.
âIâm going home.â You say, continuing on putting things away. Rafe eyes you, his brows furrowed in confusion.
âBut- but you live hereâ
âThis isnât home.â You say, suddenly, you feel him grab you by the shoulders to face him. You donât realize how fast you are breathing until he has stalled you.
âWhatâs going on?â He asks, his eyes trying to make your eyes meet his. âHey, you can talk to me.â
Tears are falling down your face, your heart is breaking. And you donât want to hear his voice. The one he used to tell his friends you were just a hook up and how heâll never live with someone like you.
A pogue.
âI heard you telling Ruthie, that I wasnât your girlfriend. That I was just someone you hooked up with. Nothing more. That you wouldnât live with a pogue because you have standards.â You say, shoving him off of you and continuing on packing.
âHey, hey, listen Iâ
You can hear him scrambling, the cogs in his brain trying to come up with something to say. To fix things. But for you, this was it.
âDonât. Just donât, Rafe.â You say, you donât even look at him. Still staring at the suitcase.
You felt a harsh pull at your suitcase, it falls onto the floor. All your clothes spilling out.
âNo! No! Youâre not leaving! Youâre not leaving me!â You look up at him in shock, tears are springing from his eyes. Matching your own.
âYou saidâ
âI know what I said! Okay, I didnât fucking mean it. I just wanted her off of my back.â Rafe said. You shake your head at him, annoyed thatâs what he came up with as an excuse.
âLiar.â You say, attempting to reach for the bag again. But he kicks it further away from your grasp.
âNo. Youâre not doing this to me. To us.â He says, his head shaking. The tears spilling down his face. âI- I said some stupid shit. That shouldnât mean you should leave. We should just talk about it, okay.â
âI donât want to talk about it. I want to go home.â You say, angrily.
âThis is home! Okay! This is your home!â He points around the room. âHere! With me!â
Youâve never seen this side of him before, youâre taken aback by it. Almost scared. The words wonât come, youâre shocked how different his words now contrast what he told to Ruthie and Topper.
âIâm not going to let you shove this under the rug. You canât say one thing and then switch up. Own up to your shit, Rafe.â Your hands are shaking, you just want to go. Hug your mom. But heâs not letting you.
âIâm suggesting we talk. Because in no way in hell am I letting you walk out that door.â Your heart clenches. You donât know what to make of this Rafe. Unsure on where he came from. If he was always there. Lurking, waiting for the moment to come out. Instead of convincing you to stay, heâs making you want to run even more.
âNo, I wonât let you make me look stupid.â You pick up the kicked luggage. Youâre on your knees, taking the clothes in your hands. You donât even realize it when you let out a sob.
âPlease, donât.â He pauses, swallowing thickly. âDonât leave. I didnât mean what I said. I promise you, youâre what I want. Youâre who I want to be with. Please.â Heâs on his knees now too.
âEnough Rafe. Iâm leaving and I wonât let you stop me.â
A guttural sob comes out of his lips, youâre peering at him, with shock once more. Heâs shaking his head, his hands trying to reach for you. But you slap them away. You wonât let him make you look like a fool. And you wonât stay with someone who canât respect you enough to call this for what it was.
âIâm done. Over it.â You finish packing. âIâll come back for my other stuff laterâ you start wheeling the luggage away. Heâs on you like a predator trying to catch its prey.
âI said no! Youâre not leaving!â He shoves himself in front of you, blocking you from the door. You glare up at him.
âGet out of my way!â You scream, he looks at you, his eyes red from crying. His lips pouted.
âI said no. This is just a stupid argument over some dumb shit I said. I didnât mean it, okay.â Heâs looking at you like a love sick puppy. You canât help but feel your heart strings be pulled. But you shake your head.
âItâs not a dumb argument. Iâm breaking up with you.â
You donât know how you do it, you manage to shove him away so you can leave out the door. You hear him sobbing in the shared bedroom you have. The only other sound is the sound of the luggage wheels, wheeling you away from him. From your doomed relationship.
âY/n!â
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