#don't ever accuse me of copying

[pepperpatrol]

I fall into a deep burnout depression every year in November until about the middle of January like clock work bc strangers berate me, physically threaten me, throw shit at me, scream about how I'm ruining christmas etc etc all coinciding with the time of year that the sun starts going down at 3PM, a moratorium on sickdays and vacation time and hundreds of stupid fucking boxes every day but I don't get to send any of them to jail for 15 years.

[nightmare-niko]

Blame It On The Rain [Nicholas Alexander Chavez x reader]

Word count: 855

Warnings: oral (m! receiving), rough sex, shower sex, once again completely self-indulgent

A/N: the obsession is going strong hehehe

Copying or translating my writing is not allowed. If you see my work on another site it is stolen. Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged.

Your boyfriend lay on your bed, scrolling away on his phone. Such a simple task, but he looks so damn good. You lean against the door frame, shamelessly watching your unsuspecting lover.

"Hey, Nick?" You call out innocently.

"Yes, baby?" He looks up from his phone.

"I'm gonna shower."

He looks at you, confused, “oookay..?”

"Join me.”

The corners of his mouth curled up into a mischievous smile, "you askin or tellin?"

You roll your eyes, “Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes!” you turn on your heels and head towards your bathroom.

”Or what?" He shouts, still in your room.

"Or you're not getting head for a month!" You close the bathroom door behind you.

You hastily drop your pants and turn on the warm shower water. You hear Nicholas fumbling around in your bedroom. and you're not surprised when he practically through the door.

"That was like twenty seconds dude,” You feign disappointment.

Nicholas just shrugs, taking off his shirt in one movement.

"The waters not even warm yet!"

"Don't care!" He pulls you in for a rough kiss, tongues fighting for dominance— not like you'd ever win.

You waste no time untying his sweatpants and pulling them down haphazardly. You go to pull down his underwear but are met with bare skin. You pause and pull away, you giggle as he chases your lips for more, “No underwear? what a slut!" You tease.

"Says the one who lured me in here just to fuck me,” he accuses.

You gasp and wrap your nimble fingers around his half-hard cock. "I didn't call you in here just fuck you!" You defend, running your thumb over his slit— he hisses.

”Why am I here then?” His voice is strained.

You hum, pretending to think deeply about his question. letting go of him you take a step back. He whines at the loss of contact, eyes trained on you as you remove your shirt and underwear.

Now, just as bare as him you step into the water stream. you sigh in delight as the waterfalls around you.

Nicholas steps in behind you, “Baby this water is boiling!”

You chuckle and turn around to change the water temperature for him. With for back facing him he wastes no time landing a loud “thwack” on your bare ass.

“Ow!! Nick what the hell!”

“I'm sorry I couldn't help myself!!”

“I'll remember that,” you warn as you pull him closer to you by his waist. “You're so hot,” you playfully bite his chest.

“So are you~” he runs his fingers into your hair and tugs your face up towards him, capturing you in another breathtaking kiss.

His now fully hard cock pressed in between your torsos. Backing up, he pulls you with him until his back meets the shower wall. You recapture his lips in a searing kiss, your greedy hands roaming and feeling his toned body.

You part briefly for air, the both of you breathing heavily. Nicholas’ eyes are deep with desire as he trails kisses along your jaw down to your neck. A soft moan escapes your lips.

As much as you wanted to lose yourself in the feeling of your boyfriend— you had brought him here for a reason. “Let me take care of you,” you offer— pulling back from his grasp.

He looks at you for a moment— pupils blown out in his eager eyes.

He moans pathetically when you finally sink to your knees. “Use me,” you mutter.

“W-what?”

“I want you,” you wrap your hands around the base of his shaft. “To use me,” you kiss up the sides until you reach the tip.

‘A-Are you sure?? I don't want to hurt you!”

“Nicholas,” you state flatly. “I want you to fuck my face. Now.”

He growls, gripping your hair tightly. This is what you've been waiting for!

“Tongue. out,” he demands, you stick out your tongue obediently.

He slaps his red leaking tip on it with his free hand before he presses you all the way down his shaft. He throws his head back and it thumps against the wall behind him as a moan rips through him.

“fuck—” he curses, as he begins his steady rhythm fucking into your mouth.

You run your manicured nails along his toned thighs, leaving red scratches in their wake.

You can feel his cock twitch deep in your throat.

You look up at him through your eyelashes— you moan at his fucked out state. The vibration sends him over the edge as he pulls out of your mouth. The string of saliva connecting your tongue and his tip is downright pornographic. Hot ropes of white cum fall on your face and tongue as your boyfriend shouts obscenities from above you.

You rise from your position on the bathtub floor. You reach up and pull Nicholas down for one final kiss— He whines as he tastes himself on your lips.

You pull away, dopey grin on both of your faces. “See now— that. Is why I called you here.”

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[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLEFT ALONE * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where, after a difficult week, Matt takes out all his stress on Y/N, causing great damage to their relationship.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　fighting, yelling, cursing, dark thoughts. ANGST!

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

"I don't know where you want to get with that, Matt." Y/N sighed, closing her eyes tightly for a few minutes before opening them again, keeping them fixed on the road in front of the car. She had her head resting on her right hand, and her elbow braced next to the passenger door window.

Matt, as usual, had gone to pick up Y/N from work after her shift, but he was surprised to have to wait for an hour in the car for his girlfriend to finally be released, as her boss had demanded that she had to work overtime.

Despite being wrong, Matt felt furious.

His week was more than hectic with the start of sales of the 6 million clothing collection, as he and his brothers had to spend hours autographing photos of themselves that would go with each order. In addition to - by Nick and Chris's choice -, the three of them were the ones who hand-packed the first ones, which resulted in Matt having to stay awake until late hours, and waking up early everyday to fulfill his other tasks.

With all that, having to sit in his car for an hour, with only his phone and in such an uncomfortable seat seemed to increase his irritation, and he couldn't help but start an argument with his girlfriend, feeling like a pressure cooker about to explode.

"I'm just saying that you don't stop at home anymore. You just work all day, as if it was your number one priority in life. And now you've started this nonsense of working overtime!" Matt accused, gesturing exaggeratedly with his right hand while keeping his left one on the steering wheel.

"It's not like I asked to work overtime, Matt! You and your brothers have worked in a grocery store once, you know how it works-"

"Don't you dare bring up Chris and Nick's name. They have nothing to do with your lack of responsibility within a relationship." The boy took his eyes off the road momentarily, giving her a cold look that sent shivers running up her spine.

"Matt, you're being ridiculous! I understand your week has been tiring-" Matt cut the girl off again, shaking his head nervously.

"No, you don't know nothing, Y/N!" His tone was arrogant, a tone that the girl didn't remember ever hearing from him. "I'm exhausted because of my own work, and I still have to come and pick you up every day! And now you make me stay stuck in this car for an hour, waiting for Miss Perfect here to decide to leave." His voice gradually increased in volume.

Y/N could already feel the sensations of the ugly crying that was about to come, taking a deep breath and counting to 10 in her head.

"Then don't pick me up anymore, Matt! You were willing to come every day after my work just until some days ago, but if it's so hard for you now, don't come anymore." Y/N replied, her tone lower than her boyfriend's but still carrying much stress.

"How can you be so ungrateful?" Matt shouted, slamming his hands against the steering wheel violently.

"Matt, look, I'm sorry- Hey, keep your eyes on the road!" Y/N ignored the pang she felt in her heart at the brunette's words, fear rising through her veins as she saw the car move further away from the main road, as a result of his lack of attention.

Her eyes were wide as she raised her hands, ready to grab the steering wheel if necessary.

"You know what? I'm done." Matt spoke through gritted teeth, turning the car sharply to the right until it stopped on the side of the road.

"What are you doing? Matt?" Y/N asked, her breath coming out shakily as her eyes traveled down the dark, deserted street, to her boyfriend's face, which seemed to be covered in a gray cloud of hate.

"I'm done with this. If you don't want to take responsibility for your own mistakes and don't understand the seriousness of this relationship like I do, then maybe it's not worth the effort." He unlocked the doors, crossing his arms and keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead, his nostrils flaring as a result of his hard breathing.

"M-Matt, don't do that." The girl tried, swallowing hard.

She reached out her hand towards him with the intention of gently touching his arm, but Matt pulling away roughly, as if she were a plague, made her stop abruptly for a few seconds, her hand slowly lowering.

“I need to think, Y/N.” He shook his head, resting his elbows on the steering wheel and laying his head in his hands, closing his eyes tightly. "Get out." He demanded sharply.

Y/N's eyes widened, her heart stopping momentarily.

"W-what? Are you crazy? Look at the time, Matt. How am I going to-"

"Get out." Matt interrupted her, not once looking up. His tone was flat and cold.

Y/N looked at him for a few more seconds, as if waiting for him to apologize and say it was all a sick joke. But that never happened.

She quickly pulled the car handle, grabbing her purse and getting out of the passenger seat. The cold night air hit her body with force as if needles were piercing her skin, eliciting a strong shiver from her members.

Her hand pushed the door hard, closing it, the sound echoing like a dull thud. Her eyes watched the car restart not even a second later, screeching away.

Y/N remained still for a few seconds - or minutes -, watching Matt's car disappear into the distance, her hope of him turning around slowly disappearing.

"Come back." Her voice sounded so broken, just like her insides. "P-please."

She spun around, taking note of the street completely deserted of cars or humans, the only source of life being the streetlights.

The girl quickly hooked her purse onto her right shoulder, crossing her arms tightly around her torso and beginning the steps of the long walk she would have to take to get home - if she even could call that place her home anymore. The possibility of Matt kicking her out after the events made her legs tremble.

Her throat started to hurt from the crying that she was still holding back. The emotions rising in her chest were like bile in her throat; It burned and hurt like never before. Her heart felt like it was being crushed by a human hand, and it didn't take long for loud sobs to escape her lips, her eyes stinging from the hot tears in contact with the freezing wind.

It was minutes of walking without stopping, her feet ached from the tension in her body, a result of the intense cold and the several times she turned back, checking if she wasn't being followed.

The familiar street soon took over her blurred vision, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. Thick tears were still rolling from her eyes, but her sobs had stopped, being replaced by small sniffles.

Y/N shuffled down the sidewalk, passing the houses neighboring hers, before finally stopping in front of her front door. Her hands, practically frozen by the cold, opened her purse in a quick movement, rummaging through the smaller pockets, looking for the key.

She closed her eyes tightly when she couldn't find it, vaguely remembering just throwing it in the glove compartment of Matt's car that morning since she was in such a rush and still eating her breakfast.

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she fished out her phone, cursing under her breath when she noticed that the battery was almost all gone. Just her lucky day.

She quickly unlocked the screen, going into her contact list and clicking on Chris's one. The boy answered on the second ring, surprising Y/N.

"Y/N? Thank God, where are you guys?" Chris's voice sounded relieved. Y/N frowned, her mind creating thousands of horrible scenarios as to why Matt hadn't gotten home yet.

The path she took, which took her almost 30 minutes of walking - or more, since she was walking slowly due to the cold - would not even take 15 minutes by car.

"C-Chris, open the door for me. Please." Her voice was broken, her teeth chattering as her body felt the temperature drop even more now that she stood still.

"Are you out there? Alone?" He asked exasperatedly. The sound of his bed shuffling sounded from behind, probably the result of him getting up.

"Yeah... Just hurry, please." Y/N repeated, her tone completely vulnerable.

The line went dead at the same instant. Her right hand - which was holding the device - moved away from her ear quickly, her eyes only finding the negative battery icon.

She threw her phone into her purse again, her eyes prickling with new tears that wanted to flow. Her mind created terrible thoughts about herself and her day, and all she wanted most was to sleep and perhaps never wake up again.

The sound of keys sounded on the other side of the door seconds before it was abruptly opened. Chris's figure appeared, his wide eyes carrying immense concern as they roamed Y/N's body, seeming to search for any injuries.

"Oh my God, you're freezing." He confirmed when he noticed her shaking, gently pulling her inside, before closing the door again. He rubbed his hands over Y/N's arms, which, even though they were covered by the fluffy jacket, were still extremely cold.

The warm air from the heater inside the house welcomed the girl's body gracefully, surrounding her like a thin blanket. She sighed, closing her eyes momentarily.

"Where the hell is Matt? I thought he was going to pick you up." Chris asked exasperatedly, helping her take her purse off her shoulder, hanging it on the rack next to the door.

Y/N felt her eyes fill with tears again at the mention of her boyfriend's name. An ugly sound of choked sobs escaping her throat caught Chris's attention, who stopped his movements and turned his eyes to her.

"Oh no, what did he do?" His tone was gentle as he approached, pulling her into a tight hug as he watched her shake her head in denial repeatedly, her lips trembling. "Let's go to my room, you need a hot shower and fresh clothes."

Chris slowly stepped away, keeping one of his hands on Y/N's shoulders, guiding her through the kitchen and down the stairs towards his own room.

The door was already open - being left like that when the boy rushed after receiving her call -, the two of them just passing through it before Chris closed it, keeping the hot air trapped between the four walls.

"Go take a shower, I'll get you some new clothes from your closet, okay? There's a clean towel in the cabinet under the sink." The boy indicated, watching his sister-in-law nod weakly, a low "thank you" escaping her lips before she could enter the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

It didn't take long for Y/N to step out again, already dressed in the Fresh Love sweatshirt set that Chris placed on the sink - just by putting his arm between the door and the frame.

Even though she wanted to melt like hot water and go down the drain just like her tears that fell imperceptibly, her feet hurt too much to support her weight for even another minute, begging for a rest.

Chris was sitting on the right side of the bed, his back against the headboard and his legs above the duvet, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone, seeming to be waiting for her.

The sound of the bathroom door closing attracted his attention, and he quickly locked his cell, putting it on the bedside table before tapping the empty space next to him, silently calling Y/N to sit there.

The girl walked to the indicated side, lifting the duvet and sitting on the mattress, staying in the same position as Chris, but with her legs covered.

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" He asked calmly, watching her closely, trying to read her expressions, but seeing only an ocean of pain in every line of her face and eyes.

"Matt left me in the middle of the road." She swallowed hard, shaking her head while closing her eyes tightly. "We had a fight. My boss demanded from me to work overtime and I forgot to tell Matt, so he ended up waiting for me for an hour in his car. He was tired from the day and the week, and I think the stress built up on both our sides, and he just started yelling at me." Y/N shrugged, sniffing momentarily, trying to hold back her tears.

"Wait, he left you in the middle of the road, alone and in the cold? To come home walking?" Chris's eyes widened, a look of disbelief occupying his blue orbs as he tried to process the information.

"Yeah." The girl's voice sounded low and vulnerable, her head lowering and her eyes focusing on her hands above the duvet, feeling embarrassed by her boyfriend's actions. "I tried to intervene at some point, but he was so mad." She took a deep breath, biting her bottom lip hard, the pain almost numb next to the one she felt in her heart. "I don't know what I did wrong, Chris." Her voice broke, a dry sob escaping her throat.

"I'm so sorry for my brother's actions, Y/N." Chris sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. "I promise you did absolutely nothing wrong. Don't let those thoughts get the best of you."

"I just... Maybe I'm not really giving our relationship enough credit. Or maybe I'm not enough to fit into Matt's life patterns and busy days." She douted, playing with her fingers as a nervous act.

"Why don't you try to get some sleep? I imagine how tired you are and it's late. We can talk about this tomorrow, but try to clean your mind for now, okay?" He suggested.

Chris helped her lay down after receiving a nod of agreement, adjusting the duvet over her body. The girl moved her head, laying it on his left thigh, seeking comfort. He quickly put his hand on her hair, stroking the area calmly, lulling her into sleep.

After making sure she was already dreaming, the boy moved her slowly - so as not to wake her -, laying her completely on the mattress before getting up. He sat down in his gaming chair, crossing his legs on the seat.

Chris closed his eyes tightly, massaging his temples, trying to reduce the tension there. His eyes remained on Y/N's figure, caring for her sleep like a worried older brother, longing to have the power to erase the entire event from the girl's memory.

Matt would hear from him when he arrived.

© vanteguccir

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Marina behind the cut; “mistaken identities and interdimensional refugees”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Jesus, no, I’m dating your brother,” Kon says, because fuck his life, he guesses, so much for Super-stealthing this shit. Well, at least no one’s gonna accuse him of doing the horizontal mambo with Batman again, because that is basically the worst possible assumption anyone could ever–

“Not Damian, right?” Jon asks worriedly. 

God, Kon misses Young Justice right now. Seriously, fuck solo work. Also, what the hell is taking the local Batman so damn long to show up? Like in what reality is Batman of all people just letting a pair of interdimensional Kryptonians walk in his fucking front door and just, like . . . what, hang out? Make, he doesn’t know, fucking small talk about the interdimensional gossip? 

This entire friggin’ foyer must be trapped to the fucking gills. 

“Damian is fifteen in my reality, Jon, I am in no way dating Damian,” Kon says as he suffers to fuck and back. “That would be what the kids call 'problematic as fuck'.” 

“Who the fuck is Damian?” Jason asks in bewilderment. “The only Damian we know is Talia's fucked-up little crotch goblin baby assassin.” 

“Oh,” Kon says, doing a real bad job of repressing the wince. Wow, this is gonna be a conversation. “Uh, well, he’s–” 

Then Jon bursts into tears and Kon, again, suffers. He scoops the kid back up and lets Jon bury his face in his shoulder and pats the kid’s back as soothingly as he can figure out how to, really hoping it is in any way soothing. Mostly he’s just copying Pa’s usual technique, to be honest. 

“Look, personally I think the kid's an annoying brat and he admittedly has tried to murder me on four separate occasions for being 'an unworthy suitor to the Wayne family name', but let's not talk shit about him in front of this kid, okay?” he says. “Like, that's not necessarily gonna be helpful right now.” 

“You want to avoid talking shit about a kid who literally tried to kill you?” Jason asks incredulously. “For . . . why does he even care about our family name, exactly?” 

“I mean, it is Uncle Clark,” Dick says, then looks skeptical. “Though how is your Damian fifteen, hell, how old's your Talia?” 

“Like a hundred and fifty, I'm pretty sure? Give or take a couple years,” Kon says, squinting at him in bemusement. That . . . definitely seems like something that literally any Dick Grayson who knows Talia exists should know. “How do you not know that?” 

“. . . okay that does allow for some wiggle room in his conception, admittedly,” Jason says, making a face. “Look, we never asked the crazy assassin lady her birthday, okay? We don't exchange pleasantries when we see her, we just try not to die.” 

“Understandable, you could definitely brush up on those skills,” Kon says. The razzing is definitely a reflex response after all the shit his Jason put his Tim through, but it comes out before he can think better of it. So . . . whoops on that, maybe. 

“What?” Jason says blankly. 

“. . . uh,” Kon says. Okay. So that was maybe not a thing here. Well, that might partially explain Dick and Jason apparently being less familiar with Talia, but also really does not fully explain it. Maybe this is a trap, actually, or they’re just Bat-questioning them. That would definitely make more sense, considering. 

. . . wait. If Jason dying really wasn’t a thing . . .

[greenxgloss]

Friends For Now? (Charlie Walker)

NSFW

summary: you and charlie have been friends for some time and he would help you do your homework sometimes, this time he caught you at the perfect time, struggling to finish your psych homework that happened to be about his favorite movies. while he was helping you he went in for a kiss and you allowed it to escalate.

warnings: unprotected sex, implications of stalking, mentions of female masturbation, fem!reader, use of Y/N, soft!dom!charlie, p in v, fingering, implied overstimulation

It's Tuesday night and your assignment is due tomorrow but you just can't get yourself to sit and focus on the Stab movies for this psych homework. "Watch Stab 2 and write a summary of the movie and a synopsis of the killers." you read aloud, hoping that it would help your answer click in your head. you scoffed and shoved your books over. for some reason you just couldn't focus on the movies and even after trying to cheat online you got nothing.

You heard a tap on the window and it was Charlie your best friend. "hey! need help?" he asked, opening the window. you quickly stood up and put on a shirt before he got in. "relax dude nothing I haven't seen before." he said, taking a deep breath as he gathered himself at the window. you giggled and sat back on your bed. "here just copy mine and change the wording around. the usual." he said throwing his notebook in front of you and zipping his bag back up. "thanks. I've been stumped for days." you told him as he joined you on the bed. "why didn't you just call me?" he asked. "ahh I don't know I just wanted to do this on my own. i always ask you for help." you told him as you copied down the answers. "no shame in asking for help." he said sheepishly, almost blushing.

sometimes you'd wonder if he'd ever watched you from your window. you knew that would be a crazy thing to accuse your friend of and also illegal but you didn't mind the idea. charlie is awfully pretty. he has big blue eyes but they weren't piercing, they were soft and laid gently on you every time. even before you both became friends and he would peer at you from across classrooms you didn't feel uncomfortable, you felt... admired, like he was watching in adoration. of course, it felt lustful but it also felt wholesome and full of love. still, you never pursued him that way. you felt as though you didn't have room for that kind of commitment in your life. you wanted to get your shit together first, to get the grades, the job and the money. then and only then would you have time to give someone your undivided. anyway you didn't mind his pretty eyes on you at night with your hand slipped under your lace, watching from the window as you pirspired and whined quietly to keep anyone in the house from hearing.

charlie snapped you out of it. "y/n?"

"uh.. i don't know it would just be nice to get it for myself." you told him as you continued writing. "I appreciate it don't get me wrong but its not like you're gonna be able to help with tests and exams." you giggled. he smiled. "no I know I just, want you to know Im here you know? you can always call." he said, moving over to sit next to you and shove your shoulder. you nodded and let the comfortable silent engulf you and you looked at each other in the same admiration you felt when you'd spot him watching you in class.

he looked down at his hand and back up at you as he slowly put it on your thigh waiting for your approval at which point you lightly put your hand on his and inched it up to your heat. "charlie." you started, "do you ever watch me from the window?" you asked him as your face heated up and you let him press his fingers to your clothed clit. he let out an exhale. "mhm." letting his eyebrows furrow as he thought about all the times he wanted to crawl through the window into your bed and make you cum and scream his name. "you watch me touch myself?" you whispered, a quiet whine following as he pressed firmly. "you knew I was. don't pretend you don't know I watched you arch and say my name and beg for me." he said, finally getting on top of you and kissing your neck. you'd been kissed but you'd never been touched this way and it made you ache for him. you had to bite your lip a little harder while his hands roamed you freely you felt your body cling to his. "fuck charlie." you moaned. "just like that." he smirked, grinding his hips between yours, feeling the tent pitch in his own jeans.

he inched your shorts off. "you're so beautiful baby." he said, scanning you over then kissing you, placing his hands on your tits and lightly groping you causing you to moan into his mouth. "you gotta stay quiet if you wanna keep going." he pulled away and whispered, keeping eye contact as he slipped in two fingers causing your mouth to gape. "you're so good to me charlie fuck it feels so good." you continued to whine and melt into his gentle touch. "yeah? tell me how good it feels baby." he hummed watching you squirm and buck your hips at his fingers, desperately wanting him to reach deeper. "I need you so bad. I want you to fuck me." you told him and felt him curl his fingers up making you grip his arms and moan into his mouth. you wanted to touch him so you reached for his jeans and he let you unbutton them. his cock popped out hitting him on the stomach and you quietly gasped. "holy shit Charlie it's so big." you watched the length just keep going. you took his shirt off as he pulled his fingers out of your throbbing cunt causing you to gasp softly.

you sat back and watched him. you deeply thought he was beautiful. "you're so sexy charlie." you told him as you reached out and caressed his chest then pushed him down and got on top of him. you tossed your shirt off as you straddled him. "speak for yourself." he dragged his hands from your waist to your ass as you adjusted yourself and slowly slipped his length into your tight wet pussy, one hand on his chest and the other wrapped around his cock. "oh fuck fuck fuck" you moaned and you began bouncing but of course, charlie couldn't hold his patience and began rocking his hips up into you both of you now quietly whimpering and whining in sync.

the room was sweaty and the light was dim as your moans filled the walls along with the sound of your skin smacking each others. the sound only made you more and more wet. soon you felt your core untangle and you slowly reached your climax. "fuck I'm cumming I'm cumming." you almost yelled and he quickly covered your mouth as his thrusts became sloppy. charlie fell apart at the same pace as you did, both of you finishing in sync. a rare occurrence for him who has had sex before.

you fought to catch your breath as you fell beside him, your shoulders touching. "that was..." Charlie trailed out. "my first time." you interrupted causing him to jump up. "YOUR FIRST TIME?" he whisper yelled, looking right into your eyes with pure lust. you could swear his pupils were hearts. "yeah? isn't it obvious?" you said, furrowing your eyebrows. "absolutely. I've never finished at the same time as the other person.. that might have been the best sex I've ever had.." he said, laying back down and holding you to his chest. you giggled quietly as you snuggled into him. "I mean not that I have anyone to compare it to other than my own hands but you did amazing." you whispered as you turned over to let him spoon you. "oh no we aren't done." he said, whipping up and throwing your legs apart, startling you.

needless to say, the two of you went on and on for hours and you had no complaints when you were falling asleep in psych class next to him while he laughed at you.

[heavenlybodies333]

The Ex-Files - T.R. part II

!warning!minors dni, violence, abuse, mature content

part I to this fic

pairing: ex!Tom Riddle x you

You should’ve known better.

Really, you should have. Because when it came to Tom Riddle, nothing was ever simple—least of all walking away from him.

It had been two days since you last fucked—not that you were counting. You had made it a point to avoid him like the plague, and as far as you were concerned, you were succeeding. It wasn’t that hard, right? Hogwarts was a massive castle—surely, there was enough space for the both of you to coexist without your worlds colliding.

Except, as usual, you were dead wrong.

It started subtly.

A flicker of shadow where there shouldn’t be one. Evan Rosier, for instance, had never so much as cracked open a textbook in the library in his life, yet there he was, leaning against the towering shelves when you stopped by to check out a copy of Advanced Potion-Making. Coincidence? Maybe. But then there was Theodore. Theodore fucking Nott, who you knew for a fact didn’t take Herbology, and yet somehow found himself loitering in the greenhouse whenever you went to water the aconite.

By the time you spotted Mulciber watching you during your Care of Magical Creatures lesson, you knew.

Tom had his little followers keeping tabs on you.

You weren’t stupid. You knew how possessive he could be, how meticulously he curated his control over everything in his orbit—and that had included you once upon a time. But you were done. And Tom Riddle did not get to dictate your life anymore.

So, when Lucas Chang—all charm and sharp wit—offered to accompany you to the Forbidden Forest to gather ingredients for a potion, you agreed.

Maybe it was reckless.

Maybe you were being spiteful.

And maybe, just maybe, you wanted Tom to know he didn’t own you.

The Forbidden Forest was dark and thick with mist when you entered. Lucas was chatty, trailing after you with light jokes and a cocky smile. He wanted to get in your pants—that much was obvious—and maybe if you were feeling cruel enough, you’d let him. Just to prove a point.

Tom had no claim to you. Not anymore.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

You were crouching down, fingers brushing against the damp earth in search of leech juice. Lucas trailed behind you,

"So," Lucas started, stepping closer, voice low, "is this your idea of a date?" He was joking, but you could hear the suggestion lurking beneath the words.

You rolled your eyes. "Keep dreaming, Chang."

You didn't notice the subtle shift in the air behind you, of something far more dangerous than Lucas' flirtations.

Not until you spoke again and no one answered.

"Lucas?"

Silence.

You straightened, heart thudding against your ribs, scanning the dark. Nothing but looming trees and shifting shadows. You should have known better. Should have felt his presence creeping toward you like a storm on the horizon.

"If you're trying to scare me, it's not fucking funny," you snapped, irritation flaring.

"Lost something?" came the voice you didn’t want to hear.

You spun around, and there he was—Tom. Always Tom.

Standing tall, composed as ever, hands folded neatly behind his back like he hadn't just stalked you through the woods. Like he hadn't split you from Lucas with the ease of breathing. But it was the glint in his dark eyes that made your blood run cold. That smug expression curling at the edges of his mouth as he took in your reaction.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" You spat, folding your arms across your chest. An instinctive defense, one he didn't fail to notice.

"I should be asking you the same thing," he mused, stepping closer. Slow, deliberate. His voice was a taunting one. "A Ravenclaw? Really? You can do better than that."

You rolled your eyes. "I don't answer to you. We’re done, remember?"

His smile sharpened. "You keep saying that. Yet here we are."

"You're following me," you accused. "Having your little friends keep tabs on me like some obsessed freak."

Tom laughed, low and dark. "They follow because I tell them to. You're not that hard to track, darling." His eyes dragged over you, sharp enough to cut. "You really thought I'd let you wander off with some half-wit?"

You snapped, irritation burning through you. “What part of we’re done do you not understand?”

Tom merely tilted his head, ignoring what you’d said. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“No shit.”

He took a single step forward. You stiffened, fingers itching for your wand. “I don’t appreciate being ignored, darling.”

“I don’t appreciate being stalked,” you shot back. “What the hell have you done with Lucas?”

Tom’s expression darkened, his gaze sharpening. “You don’t get to say another man’s name in front of me.”

Something in his tone made your blood run cold. Your hands curled into fists. “You’re fucking unbelievable. You’ve been whoring yourself out since we broke up, but I so much as talk to someone else and you—”

Crack.

Your palm connected with his cheek before you could think twice. The sound echoed through the clearing. Oh shit. Oh shit shit shit.

Tom’s head had barely moved from the impact. Slowly, he turned back to face you, and the look in his eyes—

A chill of something—fear, anticipation, desire—licked up your spine. His pupils were blown wide, his breathing controlled, but you knew him.

You’d just set something dangerous into motion.

He exhaled sharply through his nose, his jaw tightening as he took another step forward. “You really want to do this?”

You raised your wand, heart hammering. “Stay the fuck back.”

Tom’s expression shifted—something darker, something primal. His lips parted, and for the first time in your life, you felt it. Actual fear.

Not because Tom would hurt you—no, he loved you, in his own twisted, possessive way. But because he wasn’t going to let you leave this forest until he reminded you exactly who you belonged to.

The first spell left your lips in an instant—quick, sharp, aimed to knock that smug look right off his face.

"Expulso!"

He deflected it with an almost lazy flick of his wrist. "Is that really how you want to play this?"

"You're the one who brought it here." You weren’t backing down—not this time. Another curse flew from your wand, faster and meaner, forcing him to sidestep, his smile twisting into something colder.

"Careful," he warned, the darkness in his tone making your skin prickle. "You don't want to do something you'll regret."

You laughed bitterly, years of frustration bubbling to the surface. "Oh, trust me—I regret everything about you."

The insult landed—hard. His expression hardened, and in the blink of an eye, his wand moved.

The spell slammed into you like a freight train. Your back hit the rough bark of a tree with bruising force, knocking the breath from your lungs as you crumpled to the ground.

"Get up." His voice cut through the ringing in your ears, cold and unyielding. "Come on, love. You're tougher than that."

You blinked, dazed, head spinning. Your entire body hurt.

"I said—get up."

You barely managed to push yourself onto your elbows, your body screaming in protest. Your vision swam, but you could still see him—standing there, watching you with that same cold, unwavering stare. He wasn’t done. Not even close.

And fuck him. Fuck him.

Your hand fumbled for your wand. You forced your pain into rage, into desperation, and with one last shred of energy, you hissed the words, "Crucio."

The curse shot from your wand, wild and reckless. But it missed.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Your chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, the reality of what you’d just done settling.

You had just cast an Unforgivable curse on him.

Tom’s eyes darkened, his lips parting slightly in what could only be described as mild surprise. And then—

The shock vanished. Just like that.

He didn’t care.

A sharp flick of his wrist, and your wand was ripped from your grasp, soaring into his waiting hand. Your heart sank as you watched him twirl it between his fingers before pocketing it without a second thought.

"Interesting," he mused, closing the distance between you in a single stride. "Didn’t think you had it in you."

You glared at him, your body trembling as you struggled to stand. "Fuck you."

A muscle in his jaw ticked. And then he grabbed you.

His fingers dug into your wrist, twisting it sharply enough to make you yelp. Pain shot through your arm, and you thrashed against him, but his grip only tightened.

"That hurts—Tom, stop, that fucking hurts!"

He did not stop. If anything, his hold became crueler, his grip pressing into your skin hard enough to bruise. "You should have thought about that before you tried to curse me, darling." His voice was dangerously calm.

You were a fucking idiot for that.

Now here you were, deep in the Forbidden Forest. No one would help you here. No one would hear you here. You had two options.

A. Stay and face him.

or

B. Run.

Oh god.

You should have gone with A. But oh well.

The second your foot shifted, his eyes gleamed.

Tom loved a chase.

You tore yourself from his grip, twisting away with every ounce of strength you had left, and ran.

The sound of his laughter—half amusement, half irritation. “Really love?”

The forest blurred around you, darkness stretching in every direction. You leapt over roots, ducked under low-hanging branches, pushing yourself forward with pure desperation. But you could feel him. His presence behind you, closing in, the air itself crackling with the promise of his wrath.

Then—

A spell shot past you, barely missing your shoulder. Your stomach dropped.

Oh, fuck.

“You think you can run from me?” he hissed, sending another curse flying towards you.“Have you forgotten who I am?”

A burst of energy exploded near your feet, the ground beneath you shaking as you stumbled forward. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your legs burning, but it didn’t matter. You weren’t going to outrun him. You never were.

Another flash of light. This time, it struck. White-hot pain ripped through your body as the Cruciatus Curse took hold.

You screamed.

It was unbearable. Like fire consuming every inch of your being, like your bones were shattering and reforming just to break again. You collapsed, writhing, hands clawing at the dirt, your voice breaking on another scream of pain.

And above it all, his voice. Smooth. Controlled. Dark amusement curling at the edges.

“You wanted to use this on me” Tom’s footsteps were slow, deliberate, drawing closer as you convulsed beneath his spell. “Did you think I wouldn’t return the favor?”

Your sobs choked in your throat as another wave of excruciating pain ripped through your nerves. Everything felt like it was burning. Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop—

And then it did.

Silence rang in your ears. Your body convulsed, muscles still spasming from the aftershocks. You could barely move, barely breathe.

Above you, Tom exhaled sharply, almost as if he’d been holding his breath.

“You’re lucky I love you,” he murmured, brushing stray hair from your sweat-slicked forehead. His fingers, so gentle now, traced the bruises forming along your jaw. “I would’ve kept going.”

You wanted to spit in his face. Scream. Fight him. But you couldn’t. You had nothing left.

Tom sighed, as if disappointed. Then, effortlessly, he scooped you up, cradling you against his chest as though he hadn’t just broken you.

He carried you through the corridors without a word, the echoes of his footsteps the only sound in the suffocating silence. By the time he reached his quarters, you were barely conscious. You felt the shift as he lowered you onto his bed, the mattress dipping under your weight. His warmth vanished as he moved away, leaving you shivering in the absence of his body heat.

A moment later, the sound of running water filled the space. A bath. You should have laughed at the absurdity of it. He had tortured you, reduced you to nothing— and now he was drawing you a bath?

You barely registered movement as he carried you into the adjoining bathroom. Steam curled in the air, the scent of herbs thick as he set you on the cool marble edge of the tub. He knelt before you, slowly off taking your ruined clothing. His touch lingered where the bruises were darkest, his gaze flicking up to yours. Not remorseful. Just observing.

The bath was warm when he finally lowered you into it, and despite everything, your body relaxed in relief. The heat melted some of the stiffness from your limbs, though the raw ache beneath your skin remained. Tom rolled up his sleeves as he settled beside the tub, dipping a cloth into the water, dragging it over your arms, your shoulders, your throat.

"I didn’t have had to do that," he murmured, voice deceptively gentle. "You forced my hand."

Your bitter laugh came out weak, hoarse. "You enjoyed it."

Tom tilted his head, considering. Then he smiled. "I enjoy many things. That doesn’t mean I don’t hate having to hurt you."

His fingers traced the edge of the cloth, wringing out the excess water before he pressed it against the bruises blooming across your ribs. The sting made you flinch, and his eyes flicked up, sharp, assessing.

“Hurts?”

You didn’t dignify him with an answer. Of course, it fucking hurt. Every inch of you ached, some wounds fresh and burning, others deeper. But you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of saying it.

He laughed, “Stubborn as always.”

A pause. Silence thick with something unspoken as he continued dragging the cloth over your skin, slow, methodical before he wringed it out, hooking it on the edge of the bath.

“Up,” he finally said, standing. Water sloshed as he reached for you, and you had no choice but to let him lift you from the bath, his grip firm but not rough. The air was cold against your bare skin, a shiver wracking through you as he wrapped a towel around your shoulders.

He dried you off with a level of patience that felt almost mocking, fingers skimming over each mark he’d left behind.

Then he dressed you, slipping a fresh shirt—his—over your head, the fabric swallowing you whole. The scent of him clung to it, bergamot and sandalwood.

Satisfied, Tom ran a hand through your damp hair before lifting you effortlessly and settling you beneath the heavy blankets. He settled in next to you, your body betraying you again as it sought the heat of his. Silent tears slipped down your face, disappearing down against your cheek. You hated this. Hated him. Hated the way your body had memorized the shape of him, the way your mind whispered that this—this torment, this warped version of care—was all you had left.

“I do love you,” he murmured, as sleep slowly took you. “Even when you make it so difficult.”

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a/n: *inhales to scream* I HOPE THIS DOESNT MAKE MC SEEM WEAK IM SORRY🫣 I really did try to take it in a different direction but the dark side calls me every time and I simply cannot stray away. I need to stop writing dark fics i feel like that’s my entire oeuvre but alas I AM WHO I AM anyways hope u enjoy😽

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[onlyangel4]

red, white and ruin. part two. cody rhodes.

dark!cody rhodes x make up artist!reader.

synopsis: on the surface, cody is everything clean-cut. honour, legacy, gold. but you saw the mask slip once, and now you can’t unsee it. he wants you because you see him, the ambition, the darkness, the violence under the white light. and when he decides you’re going to be his, he wraps you in red, white, and ruin.

warnings: reader mentions an abusive ex. cursing. toxic.

part one // part two // part three

the gifts started with the boots.

you found them sitting outside your hotel room door the next morning. matte black, ankle-high, perfect stitching, identical to the ones you’d had to toss last winter after they’d cracked clean through at the sole. you never told anyone how much you missed them.

but there they were. brand new. same cut. same make. down to the way the tongue tucked in.

you stared at them for a long time.

no note. no receipt. just waiting.

you wore them that day.

you didn’t ask questions.

the second gift was a book.

old. first edition. the spine worn just enough to show it had been read, but not ruined. you’d mentioned it once offhand, in passing, while brushing powder from his collarbone.

"it’s the kind of story that stays under your skin", you’d said.

now it sat on your vanity. wrapped in crimson ribbon. the exact copy you’d scrolled past on an out-of-reach rare books site five months ago.

again, no note.

but your name was scrawled in the corner of the inside cover, in that same confident, slanted hand.

"yours. always."

then came the necklace.

not flashy. not something you’d ever buy yourself. just a thin gold chain with a pendant the shape of a matchstick delicate, almost unnoticeable.

but the back was engraved.

let them strike you. you’ll burn them all.

you didn’t show anyone that one.

you wore it under your shirt.

every day.

by the end of the week, the pattern was clear: he knew you. deeply. closely. obsessively.

and you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him.

you told yourself it was nothing. just a weird form of gratitude. just cody being cody. you didn’t even know how to define what this was.

but every time you tried to pull back, you remembered the look in his eyes. that night you told him about your ex. that softness edged with steel.

i’d never touch you like that…

but now you wondered would he touch you at all?

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you found him alone in the training ring. the place was mostly cleared out just the dull echo of ropes creaking under his weight, the hum of old fluorescents overhead.

he was taping his wrists, forearms flexed, sweat darkening the collar of his t-shirt. He looked up when you stepped into the doorway, eyes flicking over you like a habit.

"you have good taste", you said, lifting your foot slightly. the boots. still spotless.

he smiled. "they fit?"

"they fit."

you stepped closer, the toe of your boot catching slightly on the mat. close enough now to smell the chalk and cedar of him.

"and the book?" he asked, like it was normal. like it wasn’t a thing that he even knew.

you exhaled, slow. "that’s kind of what i came to talk about."

he tilted his head.

"the gifts", you said. "the... whatever this is. i didn’t ask for it."

"no", he said softly. "you didn’t have to."

"that’s not the point, cody."

he nodded like he understood. but the gleam in his eyes said he didn’t, not in the way you needed him to.

"you could’ve asked", you added. "you could’ve just asked what i liked."

He set the tape down.

"why would i ask something i already know?" his voice was gentle. confident. "i pay attention. you think i don't see the way your face changes when you talk about something you miss? the way your voice gets quieter when it matters? you told me without saying a word."

your mouth went dry.

"that’s not normal", you said, quieter now. not accusing. not afraid. just honest.

"i’m not normal."

that made you freeze.

he stood, walking toward you slowly not aggressive, just steady. eyes locked on yours like he could feel your pulse ticking under your skin.

"i know what it looks like", he murmured. "but this isn’t about control. it’s about care. i see what the world does to people like you. how it forgets you, uses you, breaks you. i'm not gonna let that happen."

you swallowed. "cody, i don’t need saving."

"no", he said. "you need someone who won’t look away."

he stopped just in front of you. his hand lifted, slow, deliberate, fingers brushing the chain around your neck, the matchstick pendant.

"i give you things because you deserve to have something that’s yours. something good. something that knows you."

"and if i told you to stop?"

he smiled, slow. not cruel. not mocking. just certain.

"you won’t."

and the worst part?

you didn’t correct him.

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the next week you accidentally bled at work.

you hadn’t even noticed the gash at first.

it happened backstage, rushing between talent, touching up someone's bruising eyeliner before a promo. you brushed past a lighting rig that wasn’t fully secured, its jagged metal edge catching your arm.

it stung, sure. but it was shallow. just a scrape.

you barely registered it until you were rinsing your hands in the sink and saw the blood dripping down your forearm.

"shit", you whispered, grabbing a paper towel.

that’s where cody found you.

you didn’t hear him come in. you never did.

but the second he saw the blood, his voice sliced through the air.

"what happened?"

you turned, startled. "it’s nothing, just caught it on some rigging, i’m fine"

he was already across the room.

"let me see it."

you opened your mouth to protest, but the look in his eyes stole the words right out of you.

he took your arm in both hands gentle but tight. his eyes scanned the wound, jaw locked so hard you could see the twitch in his temple.

"it’s not deep", you said softly. "i’ve had worse papercuts"

he didn’t answer.

"cody."

his grip tightened. not enough to hurt, just enough to say don’t move.

"you bled", he said, almost to himself. "i didn't protect you."

you blinked. "okay…? that’s not something you can control"

"no." his voice dropped lower. shakier. "but i should’ve been there."

"cody, i’m not made of glass. it’s not a big deal"

he looked at you then. really looked. and for the first time, he didn’t just look obsessed. he looked wrecked.

"it is to me."

you felt your breath hitch. he wasn’t angry. he was panicking.

you tried to pull your arm back gently, but he didn’t let go right away.

"i can’t lose you", he said, voice barely above a whisper.

"cody. i’m not going anywhere."

that was the wrong thing to say.

because his eyes went soft in that way that meant he believed you. completely. irrationally.

"good", he breathed. "because i’ll never let that happen."

he pressed a kiss to your wrist, just below the wound. tender. careful. and completely, terrifyingly sincere.

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you told yourself it was just adrenaline.

that the way your breath caught when he kissed your wrist that wasn’t affection. it was shock. that the reason you let him drive you back to the hotel, walk you to your room, tuck the throw blanket around your legs while you sat in silence that wasn’t comfort.

that was just easier than fighting him.

you told yourself all of that.

but it didn’t stop the way your chest ached when he left. and it didn’t explain why you didn’t lock the door behind him.

the next morning, your ride had already been cancelled. you didn’t cancel it.

in its place, a black suv idled outside the hotel entrance, your name flashing on the screen behind tinted glass. the driver greeted you by name. opened the door like he was told exactly how you liked it.

when you asked who sent him, the man just smiled. "mr. rhodes wants to make sure you get there safe.”

at work, your kit was already restocked. all the brushes you'd been meaning to replace. the brand of setting spray you could never justify splurging on. a new leather case with your initials stitched into the inside flap in silver thread.

you didn’t tell him what you needed.

he already knew.

your phone buzzed that night. a new number.

unknown: you need anything before your call sheet tomorrow? late runs, caffeine? i;ll send it. just ask.

you didn’t respond.

you didn’t delete it either.

later, lena caught you lingering near gorilla position, watching cody’s match from behind the curtain. you didn’t even realize you were smiling until she said your name.

quiet. wary.

"he’s got his hooks in, huh?"

you didn’t answer.

she studied you a long moment.

"the scariest part isn’t when they’re angry. it’s when they’re soft. that’s when they bury the sharpest pieces.”

you laughed. forced. "he’s not like that."

lena didn’t argue. she just said, "no. he’s worse. because you like it."

that night, your hotel room door had a note taped to it. just one line, written in the same slanted hand that had haunted your thoughts for days.

don’t bleed where i can’t stop it.

and for the first time, you realized it wasn’t just obsession.

it was ownership.

and you’d already handed him the key.

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it was late.

the hallway lights of the hotel had flickered out hours ago, and the only thing between you and silence was the buzz of an old vending machine down the hall. you weren’t even sure why you knocked.

but he opened the door like he’d been waiting.

not dressed for you. no stagewear. no curated mask.

just a black hoodie and drawstring sweats, hair damp from a shower, the tattoo on his neck still glistening like ink freshly spilled.

you started to speak, but he stepped aside without a word.

you walked in.

The room was warm. dim. not hotel lighting, he’d changed the bulbs. brought his own. the walls were lined with framed photographs from different eras: dusty barns, boxing rings, a black-and-white of dusty rhodes mid-promo. all of them carefully placed. intentional.

this wasn’t a temporary room.

this was his world.

he didn’t ask why you were there. didn’t smirk or tease.

he just looked at you like he knew.

"it’s hard to turn it off", he said eventually.

you glanced up.

"the show", he clarified. "the noise. the lights. the people wanting pieces of you, like you’re not allowed to keep any for yourself."

you said nothing.

then he did something that shocked you, something quiet.

he sat on the floor.

back against the edge of the bed, long legs stretched out in front of him. like he needed to be grounded. like standing made the weight too heavy.

"i’m not the man they want me to be", he murmured. "but i know how to wear him. i built him. brick by brick. smile by smile."

you sat beside him, knees brushing.

"and you?", he asked. "you’re not what they see either."

you swallowed. "what do you think i am?"

he looked at you then, and there was no performance in it. just raw, stripped-down heat and knowing.

"surviving."

he leaned his head back against the mattress. his voice went even quieter.

"my dad once told me, ‘don’t let this place make you mean.’ but you can’t build a kingdom with soft hands."

"so i stopped being soft."

you didn’t realise you were holding your breath until he turned toward you again, eyes shining faintly in the warm light.

"but you, you make me want to be gentle again."

the words hit like a whisper pressed into your throat.

you didn’t move when he reached for your hand.

you didn’t flinch when he kissed your fingers.

and when he pulled you closer, slow, like he was waiting for you to say no you didn’t.

you let him fold you into him. let your head fall to his shoulder. let his thumb trace lazy circles on your wrist like he was memorizing your pulse.

and for a moment, the world shrank down to warmth and breath and nothing sharp.

you told yourself this was real.

that this was him.

not the way he watched. not the way he claimed.

just cody.

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you didn’t remember falling asleep.

But when you opened your eyes, you were still wrapped in cody’s hoodie, your head against his chest, his hand resting against your hip like it belonged there.

he was already awake.

watching you.

he didn’t smile when you blinked up at him. He just studied you like you were something rare. something precious. something that could disappear if he looked away too long.

"you look softer when you sleep", he murmured.

you shifted slightly, nerves tingling. "i should go."

he didn’t stop you.

but he didn’t move, either.

"if you want to", he said, quiet. "you always can."

the door was right there.

and you didn’t move.

not until you really had to.

and even then you weren't sure if you really want to.

[heartfullofleeches]

Yan Cheater + Cheater Reader

Yan Cheaters are funny lemme try-

Yan Cheater who sees their darling dearest out on the town alone. You should be with them, but they'll fix that shortly. You're the person of their dreams and after so many failed relationships they're happy to find the right one. On their way over, their entire world crumbles as you're seen hugging and chatting up some random with a closeness you've never showed them. The unfamiliar face slings an arm around your shoulder as you walk off together - laughing as if you were without guilt.

You heartless bitch. How could you? After they'd give you their heart - their everything. Fine, fuck you - they could do the same thing. After crying through the night and crying their eyes they hit up a past fling to forget all about you; aggravated that all they can think of as the look at their partner is features that remind them of you. They ignore your calls, block you on everything, and have the time of their life with whoever's available... And looks like you.

The first time you saw them with someone else you turned tail and ran, saving your tears for a better time and person. Good - run off. You know what you did. They won't chase you - no matter how red their heart bleeds after seeing you after so long. You meet again at a party a mutual friend left in the dark was throwing. You, for closure - them, looking for a new body to take home. They couldn't even hide their disgust as you stomped up to them, two lockets in hand.

"What the hell did I do to you...."

They scoff. Trying to play innocent? "You know what you did."

"No! No I don't! You ghost me for weeks and never seem to be home when I try to talk to you, but the second I see you, you have your arm around somebody else. As far I remember, we were happy together. What did I do to you to deserve this?!"

"Hm... I think it was roughly a month ago. You and that little whore you met outside that coffee shop that just opened."

"Coffee shop?... Wha-" Your eyes widen. Unable to control your anger, you slap them across the face so hard the blow rattles in their teeth. They clutch their jaw. You little-

"That was my cousin, asshole!"

You toss the necklaces to the ground, two sets of initials engraved on their fronts.

"You didn't even bother to ask me about it before you ran off. If you really loved me, you wouldn't say something instead of jumping to conclusions. I knew dating you was a mistake. You spineless coward."

Their tongue feels heavy, likely cut on their teeth from your blow - bleeding; just like the heart they thought they lost. In a way - they truly had.

"Couldn't get a refund since they were custom" You spit on the fallen jewelry as you turn your back to them. "Happy Anniversary."

They fall to their knees, crawling after you as you fall into the crowd - grabbing your ankle. "No, baby. Please, baby - I fucked up bad, I know, but I can make this up to you. Sweetheart please - I'll delete everyone in my phone right now, even my parents. You'll be the only one. You're all I need. Baby, see? I'm doing it - look. Look at me - I'm sorry. Angel? Honey? D- don't leave me... DON'T LEAVE ME."

You have to change your phone number the very next day from all the calls you receive from the burner phones they purchased that same night to speak their part. Jobs too - as they stand outside and harass customers since your boss refused to let them in by your own wishes - accusing everyone of trying to take you away from them. You return home one day to find your front door unlocked and before you can realize the danger you step inside - your ex waiting with a carbon copy of every gift you threw out and wearing everything you ever gave them.

"Darling... I'm wearing that shirt you bought me last Christmas. I honestly thought it was hideous - but...it came from you. I'm wearing that hoodie you thought you lost too. I lied because I wanted to have something that smells like you to keep. It doesn't smell much like you anymore. Only my tears. I'm sorry - I won't ever lie to you again. You're perfect. My sweet angel. Please...give me a second chance. I don't know what I'll do if you don't."

[bohoteacher]

Navigating Betrayal: Reconciling Admiration with Disillusionment

Like many Neil Gaiman fans this month, I've been shocked and distressed by the news regarding the SA allegations. I won't go over the details, as they're readily available online. I'll start by saying that I believe the accusers, and even the most lenient interpretation of events is still troubling enough to discredit Gaiman. For a long time, I didn't know what to say. I was just shocked and, somewhat naively, felt betrayed. I don't typically idolize actors, authors, or other public figures—I'm here for the characters, they're who I love and believe in. So, how did I end up believing in this man and his rhetoric?

I only had a parasocial relationship with him, which is to say no real relationship at all. But I took his Masterclass on writing, spent hours taking notes, and learned from him. I feel betrayed by someone I saw as a beloved teacher. I know this is insignificant compared to what the women who came forward experienced, but it's a valid feeling, and I needed time to process it. My initial reaction was to throw out and discount everything he’s ever written or done—of course it was.

This isn't just about my love for Good Omens, although how can it not be? I learned so much from this man—about writing, about not being too hard on myself, about the creative process. I read his books to my middle school classes, and we all learned how to be better people from them. Today, I saw and bought Instructions, a children’s book by Neil Gaiman illustrated by Charles Vess, from the used bookstore where I volunteer. It was a used copy, so no royalties will go to him. It’s a beautifully illustrated book where the main character walks through a land that clearly symbolizes life, learning lessons like saying please and "if any creature cries to you that it hurts, if you can, ease its pain." How could someone write this and then do what he did? I asked myself. "What an evil hypocrite," was my first thought. But then I recalled a line from another author, Stephen King. In The Stand, a character is described as "awake at the lectern, but asleep at the switch," meaning they know the right thing to do and can talk about it, but in the moment of choice, they act without integrity.

I don’t know if I’m making sense, but I think it’s too easy to label Gaiman as simply evil, as if he intentionally manipulated us by saying the right things just to make us read or watch his creations. The reality is likely far more complicated. Within this man is the amazing, thought-provoking, life-affirming wisdom that many of us have tried to live by, but also the hard, thoughtless, selfish cruelty that led him to abuse young, vulnerable women. The wisdom does not justify the abuse, and the abuse does not nullify the wisdom.

I think it's too simplistic to say Gaiman is despicable and always has been, hiding it from us all along. This doesn't acknowledge the complexity of human nature—that there is potential for both good and bad within us all. As it’s said, possibly by Terry Pratchett or possibly by Neil Gaiman, “It may help to understand human affairs to be clear that most of the great triumphs and tragedies of history are caused, not by people being fundamentally good or fundamentally bad, but by people being fundamentally people.”

Gaiman is a man who has done some fundamentally good things and some fundamentally bad things. I can’t forget either one.

This is just my opinion. I know some people want to cancel him, while others want to exonerate him. You do you. As for me, I will continue to love Aziraphale and Crowley. I will continue to read and create fan-fiction. I will continue to find comfort and wisdom in books that have meant so much to me over the years. But I will also remember that they were created by a very flawed man whom I can no longer trust.

I understand that opinions on this matter vary widely. I know some people might feel that not discarding everything associated with him is wrong, but this is where I stand. I’m not looking to debate this or be told how I should react. I just needed to process my thoughts in writing and move forward in the way that feels right for me.

[lizardsfromspace]

So one fact from my investigation of the Matrix plagiarism case that drove me absolutely insane but I'm not sure I ever made a post about was her explanation for why the press didn't cover her "victory"

So for people who weren't around for that, look up "Sophia Stewart" on my blog, but long story short: there's a viral story claiming that the premise for The Matrix & The Terminator were stolen from a writer named Sophia Stewart, and that she won a billion dollars in a lawsuit. She actually lost her case, but a mistaken article from a Utah community college magazine spread online, and she still regularly does media appearances based on the idea she won. That's what fascinates me about the case: unfounded plagiarism accusations are a dime a dozen, but the bizarre fluke of a community college sophomore's journalism project making a mistake & that mistaken article going viral has elevated this one to being the most famous one

A major element of this is a narrative relating to race and gender, but that's a narrative she denies in that very Utah community college article. In her view, Hollywood isn't oppressing her for being black. They're oppressing her for being Christian.

Because I got my hands on a copy of her treatment (no, she never wrote an actual script) & I discovered that even most people who've debunked the story never read her pitch because it has nothing in common with The Matrix or The Terminator besides vague plot beats (a chosen one, robots used to rule over a society but not ruling the society themselves). It is, in fact, a new age-y evangelical Christian planet-hopping space opera filled with rants about the powers of the pyramids and the like. The treatment spends like seven pages raving about banks and the media before it introduces the hero, who is a literal, not figurative, Space Jesus. It ends with a mass sacrifice of his cultists followers to grant him power, an epic and stirring Jonestown moment, at which point the final battle happens over the course of a couple lines bc when writing a pitch for a movie five gazillion pages of lore is more important than detailing the climax of the film. There's a lot more to it than that (and tons of wild parts I never posted) but that's the gist

But every now and then in an interview, someone asks, "hey, why can't we find a story saying you won besides this dubious one?" And here is her explanation:

'The reason you have not seen any of this in the media is because Warner Brothers parent company is AOL-Time Warner... this GIANT owns 95 percent of the media... let me give you a clue as to what they own in the media business... New York Times papers/magazines, LA Times papers/magazines, People Magazine, CNN news, Extra, Celebrity Justice, Entertainment Tonight, HBO, New Line Cinema, DreamWorks, Newsweek, Village Roadshow and many, many more! They are not going to report on themselves. They have been suppressing my case for years.'"

So: Warner Bros owns the media. 95% of it. This explanation is wrong. But also it's...really funny.

The AOL-Time Warner merger had happened a few years before this, and it was already regarded as the worst merger in corporate history. Like. Historically bad. Far from ruling the world with corporate synergy up the wazoo, AOL-Time Warner was horribly disorganized, with most companies operating independently from one another and all of them at odds. There's a concentrated plan to destroy her from the dogshit company that couldn't do anything!

But it was never the case that they owned 95 percent of the media. They don't even own a lot of this list. Let's go one by one

New York Times: owned by the same family since forever

Los Angeles Times: owned at the time by Tribune Media, who owned several TV stations affiliated with The WB. Owning The WB affiliates never counted as "controlling the media" at any point, I think, but you know the old adage: "whoever controls the airing of One Tree Hill in the Los Angeles metro market controls the power........"

People Magazine: owned by Time, she's got this one

CNN: owned by Warner, she's got this one. Why MSNBC (owned by Microsoft and NBC at the time, though Microsoft was an absentee father already trying to sell it off) or Fox News (a network that spent like 25% of its time attacking Hollywood, often with claims that they target Christians!) never covered her story is left curiously unexplained. I don't know how far back Fox News' archives go, but I did search since I thought they'd be the most likely to cover this, and: no results

Extra: a celebrity gossip show owned by Warner Bros, she's got this one

Entertainment Tonight: owned by Paramount, a rival studio with every reason to report bad legal news for Warner Bros, and yet near as I can tell, they never covered this case. I'm starting to think it may not be true

Celebrity Justice: what the fuck is Celebrity Justice? It was...a short-lived & obscure celebrity gossip show that indirectly lead to TMZ?

HBO: owned by Warner Bros, she's got this one

New Line Cinema: so she's saying this one bc it had just produced Lord of the Rings. But while they're known for that now, we really should put it into context how much of an anomaly LotR was. New Line Cinema spent most of its history producing low-budget horror & comedy films, made Lord of the Rings, never produced another film with a similar scale, and were shut down a few years later. Actually, there's a whole story about how another film they released the same year as Fellowship of the Ring flopped so hard it effectively cancelled out its success & got the head of the company fired, but that's for another time. They were not so much Hollywood power players as a studio that accidentally lucked into the biggest film trilogy of all time in between Friday the 13th sequels, but they were owned by Warners, so

Dreamworks: never owned by Warner Bros at any point, it was straight up an independent studio at the time whose distribution deal was with Universal. It looks like they co-produced some films with Warner Bros, but they were never owned by them.

Newsweek: at the time owned by the Washington Post

Village Roadshow: they had a co-production and distribution deal with Warner Bros, but were an independent Australian company that made movies and theme parks. Again, a company collaborating with Warner Bros doesn't mean it owns them

"and many, many more!" She claimed the company owns 95% OF ALL MEDIA and she just gave up listing who they own after a dozen. And she was wrong about half of them! She had to resort to listing "Celebrity Justice" as a platform on par with the New York Times and just kind of shrugged at all the others. Clearly, you can't trust any press, besides Utah community college magazines

[hai7ani]

PRINCESS TREATMENT haitani rindou

sfw

adult rindou is a lovesick fool + ran still peels rindou's prawns to this day

"What's better, vomit green or pee yellow?"

"'The hell's wrong with you?"

Rindou thinks you're stupid.

Not in a bad way of course -- he fucking adores it, especially when you're all sleepy and blabbering nonsense to him before bed in that stupidly cute face of yours. "Baby, have I ever told you that you look a bit like Chicken Little?" "Shut up. Go to sleep."

He says that with an annoyed expression and yet every time, Rindou will simply gaze into your eyes with a lovesick grin as you continue to sleepily mess with him in bed. A few swats to his chest when he sneaks a hand down the blanket to pinch your butt, a few giggles tumbling from your mouth when he attacks your neck with his lips because it tickles there . . .

And he'd air his whiny complaints out to Ran who is busy peeling prawns on the dinner table.

"I swear, why do all girls get zoomies when they're 'boutta fall asleep?" He rants to his brother with a scrunch of his nose and the older boy simply chuckles before placing down a nicely peeled prawn in Rindou's plate. "Does your girlfriend do that too? I gotta know, bro."

"You say that as if you don't like it. Love it, even." Ran licks off the sauce from his fingers with a look on his face. He stares at his brother, and stifles a laugh upon meeting eyes. ". . . And ya, she does." Rindou pokes into the prawn with his fork and brings it up to his mouth, before eventually choking on the meat from trying to hold back his own laugh.

Two unserious brothers.

And today, Rindou is holding your hand as you walk back home together after a dinner date out at a high-end restaurant in Aoyama. It is payday and he had immediately forwarded you a copy of his payslip when a notice from HR came through. "Eating nice today, baby." He'd smirked into the phone and you'd laughed loudly into the speaker. "Sure, sure. Whatever you want."

The crisp autumn wind blows past the two of you and dried leaves rustle around the walkway with some crunching beneath your shoes following the steps that you both take. You sway your hands together back and forth while kicking a pebble in your step.

"Answer it, baby. I needa know which kinda disgusting colour are you more into." You cling onto his arm and pout up at his blank expression.

Rindou pinches your thumb between his fingers while you giggle up at him, "do I seem like I got a fuckin' choice?" You shake your head, "you don't, no. So hurry up, answer it."

He clicks his tongue and moves to wrap a warm arm around your shoulders. "Lord have mercy. I'm stuck here with my annoying lady and she won't stop asking me weird n' stupid questions."

You ignore his whines and cries for help to the Lord and hug your arms around his frame tighter. You laugh into his shirt and a hand reaches up to caress at your hair. It's warm, it's comforting.

"Quickly, vomit green or pee yellow?"

"Dunno. You're stupid. Shut up. Go away."

You deadpan. He gives you a judgmental look that reminds you a bit of the silly The Rock meme that you always see on social medias before pulling you anymore closer to him.

You snort at it -- so much for telling you to go away.

"Fine. Have it this way then -- I'll massage your back tonight if you say pee yellow. Please."

It's an obvious bait -- it's deliberate.

". . . Pee yellow."

He willingly falls into it.

And Rindou flushes when you cackle and swat a hand at his back, "Jesus, Rin! Who's the stupid one now?" You point an accusing finger with a red face -- the aftermath of laughing so hard and he slaps it away with a faint pout. "Shaddap."

You approach a huge puddle of water on the ground and he hops over it in one big step. Rindou almost falls back when you don't let go of him, and instead, you remain where you are -- foot seemed to be mounted into the ground -- and you tug back on his hand. Hard.

Where on Earth did you find the strength to do that? He's got no idea at all.

"Shit, baby, I almost fell-"

Your hands break off somewhere in the process of him trying to regain his balance and not fall into the puddle of water with you figuring out your best course of action, and you soon realise that he's on the other side of the puddle now. You feel oddly left out despite the look of patience plastered on his face as he beckons for you to come over to him.

"C'mere, baby."

You stop moving, choosing to stare down the puddle with an annoyed expression instead while scratching at your bun that's starting to agitate you.

Your orbs scan around the tight walkway and notice that there isn't any walkable areas for you, and certainly not for the expensive Louboutin's you are currently wearing that is paired with a slim body-hugging dress hanging off your shoulders. No clear ground except for the muddy grass on the side from the light rain earlier, and you grimace at the thought of getting your heels dirty.

Because Rindou had gotten these shoes for you just last week -- you can't be getting them dirty this early into your ownership. These shoes are your pride and joy -- your absolute love. No harm can ever be done to them.

Rindou raises a brow at where he stands on the other side, staring at your figure who is awfully quiet all of a sudden. He notices that you aren't really paying attention to him and takes it a hint to follow your gaze instead -- the big puddle, the tight walkway, the muddy grass, the way you're checking and tapping your heels on the ground repeatedly . . .

And he pieces it together.

"I can't cross." You mumble and look up at him, who is already silently crossing your heavy Michael Kors over his torso. He puffs and fixes his hair before swiftly hopping back to you in one big step.

You reach out to hold his hands, a habit you make when you're unsure of what to do, and Rindou simply pulls you by the waist, closer to him, to grab at your arms and he looms it over his shoulders. You blink up at him with wide eyes and a cheeky smile -- you seemed to have picked up on what he's about to do -- and he resists himself to smooch at your rosy lips for being so cute.

He'll save that for later.

"C'mon, princess."

Rindou hurls you into his arms in one swift motion like an actual princess -- one arm supporting your back and the other tucked under your knees -- and you immediately smile widely into his neck, burying your face there as you shy and melt deep into his body. You hear wet footsteps sound through the area and can't help but finally let the giddy laugh escape your lips.

Rindou steps through the puddle while carrying your body in his arms with the heavy bag of yours slung over his torso that he's repeatedly tutted at the entire evening. "What the hell do you even put in there? It's always so heavy." "An umbrella, a recycled bag in case of emergency shopping, two packets of tissues, some pads, makeup, your stupid bulky power bank that you never use but still wants me to carry around-" "Enough."

You relish in the warmth radiating off his chest as you relax in his arms and thanking yourself for training a man like him.

You remind yourself to make it up to him tonight.

In what way? Guess he'll be finding it out tonight.

When Rindou finally makes it over to the other side, he moves to place you back down on your feet, but you cling closer to him at that and wrap your arms tighter around his neck.

"Noooo. Les' go home like this." You whine into his neck and he chuckles lightly, "I'll be all spent before we even get back home, baby."

Nonetheless, Rindou picks you back up and continues walking forward while you rest your head on his chest, listening to his frantic heartbeat and you giggle like a fool. "More the reason for you to look forward to tonight."

He smirks down at you in his arms upon your words, half-lidded eyes gazing straight into your mischievous ones. You bite your lip under his gaze and look away.

"Yeah? What should I be expecting?"

"Something like a really nice massage. Paired with a little extra thing."

You wiggle your eyebrows at it and Rindou leans his head down to bite at your cheek.

"I'll sure be looking forward to it, then."

Though the two of you are being rather . . . cheeky, right now, he can't help but have his heart swell at the current situation. It makes him feel all giddy on the inside and he silently prays the night hides it well enough that you don't notice the flaming red on his cheeks. (You always do, and you never point it out. It's so endearing to see him like this.)

You're giggling like a pretty baby in his arms as he carries you back home with wet footprints trailing behind and your heavy bag slung over his torso.

He smiles at it. You smile at him.

And Rindou will spend a lifetime carrying you home in wet shoes and sore arms if it means getting to see you so happy.

Happy with him.

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[artsninspo]

FORGIVELESS - VIII - I DON'T MIND COMPETITION, IT IS WHAT IT IS 📸

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Pairing: Rio (Good Girls) X Reader

Word Count: ~2.3K

Warning: Mentions of alcohol, adult themes, mentions of cheating & divorce.

Summary: James gets sent divorce papers. Our fav's enjoy some quality time in Mexico. The reader gets to spend some time with Rio and his family. This one's a messy, feel good and 😬 😱 update.

VIII - I DON'T MIND COMPETITION, IT IS WHAT IT IS 📸

The curtains dance in the wind caused by the slight morning breeze. It’s quiet with the exception of the resort's wildlife. This kind of peace and serenity is out of this as unreal as your gorgeous accommodations. Smiling, you take a few photographs of the view from the living room window. The glow emanating from your skin isn’t of the woman with the cheating husband. Your growing tan with golden undertones is courtesy of one man and one man only - Rio. He’d scuttled out of bed almost an hour ago now. As silent as he had been you knew from the moment he stopped being the big spoon. Last night was a fantasy. A look into a life you’d never fathomed for yourself. Rio’s level of care and attention to detail was new. So was the reciprocity. Rio’s present, he’s attentive, encouraging and a man that takes great care of the people and things he loves. You find yourself still on cloud nine, like Rio had screwed you to a point of clarity. Taking your phone from the coffee table you head out on the balcony and into the fresh air. Your inbox is full of emails from James, they run the gamut of emotions from begging to get you back, to gaslighting and finally accusing you of the very thing that was the demise of your marriage - cheating. You really shouldn't respond but you do by attaching a PDF copy of the divorce papers you filled out before getting on the plane. You head onto social media and see notifications for several missed video calls from your soon to be ex-husband’s business account. You block that too, removing all evidence of him from your page. You then take a photo of your current view, the trees dancing in the wind and post to your story. The phone rings and you tense until you see the call is coming from Rio and smile.

“Hey”

“Hey mama” his smooth voice says on the other end.

“Thanks for leaving breakfast” you say.

“No problem, Mama,” Rio responds.

“Is everything alright with your suit?” you ask.

“Yeah but fuck Nick, man. He’s lucky I’m here” Rio mutters being sour. You snicker, turning from the view of the trees and beach on the horizon to the incredible interior of the villa. “Y/N, you're gonna make someone catch a case showing off all that ass in that little night dress” Rio adds and you turn back around eyes scanning the canopies and then the trail where you find Rio below, smiling with the phone to his ear.

“Lucky I have on clothes at all with how you left me” you remind him. The call ends and Rio heads up to the room. The way you made him feel was new to him. He’d never felt like this before, he’d never allowed himself too. Whenever he felt himself getting too comfortable he withdrew. No woman was ever worth the headache or the effort. Keeping things untethered was his forte and second nature to him. Not now. Not with you. More surprising than anything was the fact that Rio didn’t want to run. He couldn't fathom it. He didn’t want to take off without getting to know you properly. He wanted to hear your ideas and problems and provide solutions wherever he could.  He wanted to be someone dependable for you. Someone who makes you smile and keeps you happy. Unlocking the door to the room he smiles, thankful his silent feud with Nick led him to cashing out on the best suite on the resort, whereas Nick got the best view. Closing the door behind him Rio takes a few steps into the sunken living area to meet you on the balcony.

“Next time don't leave without saying goodbye” you mutter as he hugs you from behind placing kisses on your cheeks and neck.

“I just thought you needed your rest, you know I wore you out last night” Rio teases.

“Shut-up” you giggle holding his arms around you. The two of you stand there in silence looking out into the trees and then the faint view of the ocean in the distance. “Rio?” you ask after a moment of comfortable silence in his arms.

“Mhhm?” he questions, you feel the vibration as he pecks your cheek again..

“I really want to manage my expectations, after last night i’m ….” you pause and Rio pulls away you turn to face him and he looks to you suddenly guarded and all business. “I don’t really have any experience with ‘casual'. I guess what I'm saying is this feels intimate, it feels like more … if it's not you have to let me know so I can reel it in.” you confess. Brown eyes and an unreadable expression hold your gaze before a smirk plays at his lips.

“Before last night I wasn't going anywhere, after last night it was solidified. I only have experience with casual so youre gonna have to be patient with me babygirl and speak up whenever you feel a way or have questions” Rio responds level headed and cool as always. Your smile is genuine and he comes in for another kiss.

“So when we go back?” you ask.

“You can stay with me, my place is big enough for the two of us. If you want your own place that’s cool too but I’ma need a key” Rio says.

“That's fast” you remark.

“I work late mama, and I don't want to wake you up to get the door and let me in. If I have a key I can come in, shower and slide into bed with you; no issues” Rio says, already making plans to suit his growing appetite for your presence and touch.

“I”m afraid I’ll stop being a good time to you. I sent James divorce papers this morning. One of his friends' wives saw us at the airport yesterday. James knows and I can't imagine he’ll make it easy on me” you explain only to watch Rio’s demeanour harden. His mood change is eerie and his entire aura is intimidating. You’d step back if it wasn't for the railing at your back.

“James playing with what’s mine is not in his best interest” Rio’s words are as unplanned as the claim he’s laid on you. “He’s done mama, he’s a bitch and depending on his next moves it’s not looking too good. I haven't forgotten about him getting rough with you” Rio says in bad humour. “I don't want you afraid of anyone breathing alright, anyone messes with you and you tell me. I’ll take care of it” he asserts.

“What if it's you?” you ask, trying to lighten the mood.

“Tell my Granny, she’ll kick my ass” he smirks. “Now go get ready, there’ll be a lot of pictures” Rio smiles patting your butt as he leads you back into the room to start wedding prep.

The entire day feels like something out of your wildest dreams. There's been no major communication between the two of you, and still Rio has managed to make you feel important. His family has made you feel included and the happiness of the day's celebration is contagious. It’s hard to imagine how you've survived so long getting so little from a man who had promised to love you forever. You dance with Rio’s family and his Granny for what feels like hours laughing and smiling with them as Rio watches from his table. It’s clear to see that mister serious doesn’t dance. But the vibe of the reception venue is eerily familiar to that of his clubs. Needing to catch your breath you acquire a bottle of water and head over to him. He sends you a lazy smile draping his arm around you.

“Are you drunk or just a dancing machine?” he asks now, taking a few appetisers and placing them on a plate in front of you. It seemed like there was an infinite amount of food.

“Maybe a little tipsy��� you confess taking a taquito. His family members had convinced you to take a few tequila shots and you'd obliged against your constitution. As a non drinker you’re already feeling it.

“Mhm” Rio smiles amused by how well you fit in.

“Tell me this if you can't stand your cousin, why did you help with the reception?” you ask. Rio is taken back and does a poor job of trying to hide the amusement in his eyes.

“I don't know what youre talking about,” he mumbles.

“Rio, all your venues are like this and you were gone too long for a suit fitting this morning” you confess looking up at him.

“It was an opportunity to partner with a hotel chain, very profitable for me. It doesn't have shit to do with Nick” he says with nonchalance. It’s a testament to his character and a green flag.

“Ok” you smirk not pushing him.

“It was for Marisol,” he smiles, breaking character.

“Can I get a picture?” the photographer says and Rio leans in. You do too, smiling before the blinding flash. “Gorgeous” the photographer smiles at you.

“Not too much” Rio asserts and you laugh as the photographer prints two polaroids from a belt on his hip.

“My bad man,” he smiles, walking away. You look at the photo and it's clear how well you and Rio fit. He’s not smiling in the picture, he's looking at you like he's a starving animal and you're his favourite meal. You crane your neck back and his lips find yours without instruction. It’s scary how in sync you are. Scary how comfortable this feels.

“You ready?” he asks.

“Sure, let me say goodbye” you sit upright.

“Mama, tonight we’re Irish,” he says, standing ready to leave.

“Don't do the Irish like that, just say you're rude” you smile taking his hand.

“My family is rude for hogging you all night knowing you're too polite to walk away.” he mumbles, making his escape with you in tow.

“Y/N, we never got a picture and I didnt get your socials” one of his cousins shouts coming over with the photographer. Turning you pose with the gorgeous girl, thanking the photographer as you exchange phones and contact information.

“Rio, how’d you snag her with your mean ass” she says sticking her tongue out at him.

“None of your business and I'll remember that the next time your SA calls from Chanel” Rio remarks, matching her energy. His cousin smiles giving you another hug.

“No he wont, he’s a big softie. But we should hang out once you're back home Y/N.” she says dismissing Rio.

You nod liking the idea of new friendship, “Sounds good.”

“Can I share your info with the others?” She asks and you nod. “And if he acts up, call me.” she says with a pointed finger and big energy. She reminds you of the rapper Lola Brooke. Looking at the contact information you see her name is Tia.

“I don’t think that’ll happen. Rio’s good to me” you smile.

“Open ended invitation” she shrugs.

“Goodnight Tia” Rio groans, turning you around.

“Love you” She laughs as you both walk away. Rio chuckles, shaking his head. He hadn't realised how good it felt to see you happy and unguarded. To see you smiling and laughing with the familial relation he reserved his love for was something else. They’d never been rude to anyone he brought around but they’d never taken to anyone like they'd taken to you. All he’d heard for the entirety of the day was that you were a keeper. It was like playing a broken record. He had no intentions of letting you go but his family talking to you was further confirmation. He checks his phone while in the shower to make sure things are running smoothly on the business front and goes onto social media to see Tia’s highlight reel of the day. He taps through seeing you in multiple shots and the last is a photo of the polaroid. Captioned: stop asking guys; she's taken by my cousin, you don’t want those problems. Smiling, Rio clicks on the tag, hitting follow himself.

Feeling right about you and the night he takes a polaroid out of his pocket, snapping a photo of it, tagging you and posting it to his story. 

Getting out of the shower you lotion your skin doing your night routine before checking your phone. You have several follow requests to accept, and do so quickly before checking your DM’s. You shake your head at a few attempts to get your attention from men and find a few from Tia. You repost two to your story and the bathroom door opens to Rio with a towel hanging low on his waist.

“Don’t look at me like that, I made plans for us tomorrow and you like to sleep in” he warns. Smiling, you roll your eyes heading to the bedroom. You put on another babydoll set and finish going through your socials when you find one from Rio. His handle is mysterious just like him, the page is mostly about business, reviews and write ups for his clubs, very few photographs of him. You check his story and see a photo of the two of you with you tagged along with a black heart. Your smile burns your cheeks as you hit the screen reposting it onto your own story. He’s quicker than you were and comes out of the shower in shorts, carrying a carafe of water with him. He has no idea what he’s in for with the mix of tequila and romantic gestures coursing through your body. Pulling back the plush sheets you straddle him and he smiles knowing he can't say no to you. You feel his manhood begin rising to attention and lean forward lowering to slowly kiss him. The kisses are so perfect, so slow and sensual that no further foreplay is required.

Tomorrow will have to wait, tonight you take care of your man.

Authors Note: Thank you all so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and things being a lot lighter for Rio and the reader. How are we liking the developing relationship. What was your favourite part and what do you think happens next?

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requested by: @raizelchrysanderoctavius: Today is my birthday, October 24th here in my country. I don't know the time difference from your country. Can I request Lance Stroll x y/n please 🥺 I'm 23 this year and I have like major baby fever this year 😭 I'm single and not ready to mingle. Lance and y/n have been in a relationship for years but the fans always call her a gold digger even tho they don't even know her background, because she's a very private person. And letter at summer or winter break some paparazzi caught her with a baby bump. And the comments about gold digger get bought up again and some crazy fans even accused her of baby traping Lance. Y/n finally have had enough of all the hatred reveal that she's a daughter from the owner of a very successful company, her family is richer than the Stroll. And She and Lance already have 4yo n 2 yo children. Right now she's pregnant with their 3rd child. Thank you very much. Love u so much🫶❤️💜

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY! hope you love this!!

likes comments reblogs appreciated!

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f1gossip

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f1gossip wife of lance stroll, yn ln-stroll was seen sporting a baby bump in canada. not much is known about yn, but there are reports and sources that she is a gold digger, and now it looks like she has baby trapped lance.

tagged: ynlnstroll, lance_stroll

user1 damn she really is using him

user2 she just wants the money

user3 ew such a gold digger

user4 and this is why people don't like her.

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williamsracing

liked by ynlnstroll, lance_stroll, and others

williamsracing We are so excited to announce our new owner, YN LN-Stroll! Welcome to the team, YN!

tagged: ynlnstroll

ynlnstroll thank you! excited to join!

user5 the woman was too stunned to speak

user6 where are all the people who said she was a gold digger?

lance_stroll MY WIFE EVERYONE.

lance_stroll Oh, and watch your back, @.f1gossip

f1gossip Yes sir. landonorris HE CLOCKED YOU LOL danielricciardo He stunted on you.

fransisca.cgomes hot wifey

logansargeant Thank you for believing in me.

ynlnstroll anything for my kid

alex_albon We're gonna slay next season.

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ynlnstroll

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ynlnstroll happy 5 years to my amazing, cute, sweet, sexy, hot, dilf husband. being your wife and mother of your kids has been the best thing that's happened to me. i love you so much.

tagged: lance_stroll

lance_stroll I love you so much, baby. Can't wait to take you out tonight before we become a family of 5.

maxverstappen1 Cutest family ever.

williamsracing Parents

astonmartinf1 No they're ours. ynlnstroll custody schedule?

user7 SHUT UP THEY HAVE MULTIPLE KIDS?!

carmenmmundt Ugh you're so hot.

estebanocon Cannot it's been 5 years. I still remember every time Lance would rant to me about you before you two got together. I probably still have those texts...

mickschumacher Same

logansargeant My parents

lance_stroll Our son.

f1gossip well this is what i never expected...

fernandoalo_official Grandpa Nando reporting for duty tonight

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[ari-ana-bel-la]

Hello guys!

I just wanted to address something. I'm always super happy when one of you sends me a request, and I always try my best to write it as much as possible.

Sometimes, though, I deleted for different reasons. It could be because I got a request with the same question (happens quiet often🤭) because after months of having it in my inbox, I still have no inspiration....

I always try my best and have to apologise if I ever didn't write one of your requests. I'm really trying my best.

However, those reasons happen very seldom. Per day, I get at least 5 requests, which always makes me very happy because I love writing for guys. You gus are the best!

Sadly, I have to address this matter now. What I don't want is any weird request, where the kid interrupts her parents while they are doing the dirty, or where the kid is filled with jealousy towards one of her family members.

Or to always ask me to write the same concept of a story I already posted just with a different parent (For me, it is hard, because I have already written a story like that and don't want a copy of it).

Also, I understand that everyone has a favourite driver, so do I. But spamming me full with the request of the same driver is too much.

I know this person properly didn't mean anything bad behind this and I'm not mad. I just wanted to address this problem before anyone else has the idea to report me just because I didn't write their request. And yes, that really happened before.

But please keep in mind that we, the authors, don't have to have our request open for everyone (and the ability to send requests anonymous). So please be respectful towards each author on tumblr.

Don't be mean or disrespectful when we don't write your requests, because we don't have to. We are not obliged to write it.

This isnt supposed to be any kind of threat or something, it's just a little reminder that most of the authors on Tumblr do this for free, so please treat everyone kindly.

All of this doesn't mean that I won't continue writing your requests. It just means to please think twice about what you are sending the author because we also have a line that we don't want to cross, and this clearly happened today.

It might sound silly to some people, but I felt really uncomfortable with getting 8 requests for the same driver with his girlfriend, and some of them were really weird. Please don't judge me about my decision to put out this statement. But I believe this is a matter that happens to some authors quite often, and it never gets addressed.

What I said above also doesn't count for all my followers, just for this specific kind of person who sent me all of these requests (I'm 99.99% certain it's the same user). You guys are truly amazing people and thank you for all the support you give me.

I'm exited to write some new stories for you and hope you guys aren't mad at me for putting out a statements.

Have an amazing day, and please don't be shy to send me some requests (but please not those kinds of requests)😉

- Ariana 🤍🦢

P.S: I also added the screenshot of the requests so no one can accuse me of lying. I am aware that to some of you, those request are harmless, but to me, they weren't. It was either a weird one or one about jealousy or one that is too similar to another or an already posted story of mine.

[rainbowpunki]

👋 hello! This is my new account, I'm Freddy, AKA tontoemojis / animatronicthing / animatronicfreak on Discord. I just wanted to address all that has happened in the past month! Apologies if my english isn't good or my explanations aren't the best, I just wanted to share my thoughts & my side of the story now that I am in a better place to talk. First of all, I assume my private DMs have already been leaked, so I will leak some from my side too! Just to include proof, of course. Second, this will be a long long long post, careful!

I will go through all the points of the list of "things Freddy has done".

First point. If we remember, I am schizophrenic, this can lead into me having big delusions such as me believing I am a god, god of my own world. Now, I never forced anyone into treating me like a god / referring to me as a god! I believed Iggy & me had a dynamic of god / servant, but I never truly believed he was my literal servant, just a dynamic. & !!! my poor poor victim was calling me a god every time he could, drawing me as the god of the sun & practically worshiping me, as he said various times. I never forced this onto Iggy nor did I ever get upset if he didn't "worship" me because I didn't need anyone to worship me, as I had said before, "I was not the type of god that would like people worshiping me".

Second point. For this I have to remark that we are both 16yo teenagers, I would get it if I was like 5 years older than him, then the whole thing would be different, but we are less than 20 days apart. I can see how the dynamic of deity & worshiper can be unhealthy if handled wrong, or done by mentally ill minors (like us). I understand the mistake here & I am sorry for that.

Iggy seemed to really like our dynamic from what he told me almost every week though, so I thought I had green light to keep our dynamic goint.

Third point. Not true! We were in an old server called Bangerville that has now since been deleted, so I don't have any solid proof to this other than my words. I do have proof of our old conversation with Iggy's old account though. CW for sexual stuff ⬇. In this server, Iggy was showing off his new OC named Julius & I really liked him, I drew him & from what I remember; Iggy told the people to DM him if they wanted to know more facts about him, & I DMed him, & Iggy started with the NSFW, not me!

Partially not true. I did draw porn of Iggy & me, yes, but it was all with consent, while that doesn't make it less weird in your eyes, it was with consent. + Iggy really liked it from what he constantly told me everytime I drew him, with & without sexual intent.

Fifth. I couldn't find any proof that I ever said "I will hurt myself if you are not with me / leave me" in our DMs, so I will guess this is also false. I probably did imply in some of our conversations that I relied on Iggy for emotional support (because that is what partners do???? Help each other out & be there for emotional support?????), but not completely.

Sixth, while in the list it says "detailed bulge" K9 accused me of drawing my brother's Roblox avatar with an erection, an erection. The drawing & the references are here:

if you tell me THAT is an erection then you haven't seen a man in underwear or a bodybuilder in your life. Because that is not a fucking erection & y'all are acting crazy! It could be seen as a detailed bulge, yes, but I have said before to K9, I just copied the image. You guys are overreacting & acting as if I drew porn of my literal brother.

In the group chat K9 & the others made with me, they just told me how it seemed I was fetishizing fat people by drawing my fat OC in just sexual light (which is simply not true). They didn't tell me how they really felt about my OC.

This is the character we are talking about. His name is Bonnie & I've had him since 6th grade. He is a monster that uses his human appearance to lure men & then eat them alive. His nature is being an asshole, basically.

A) I genuinely cannot see how he is a "black caricature", I would like to hear how he is stereotypical / a caricature, because I simply cannot see it. B) Why can't my fat character be sexualized? Are fat people not allowed to be sexual just as much as skinny people? is it because I'm bodily skinny? & if that is the case, why can't skinny people have fat sexualized OCs? I don't get it. Also, the sexualization in question was me drawing Bonnie topless (apparently big tits are sexual now!) & that last drawing of him mentioning a vibrator, that was all the "sexualization" they are talking about.

again, the sexualized pieces were Bonnie topless & the drawing of him mentioning a vibrator. Yes, I should have put a higher age limit to my server due to various reasons other than these, that is very true & I appreciated that K9 & the others brought it up to me. I didn't appreciate that they raided my whole server while I was asleep, though.

While I apologized for this already, it got included in the list & I don't know why. But again, I apologize for it once more, I spoke over minorities & I understand my mistake.

ouch! I mean... I have narcissistic traits, which means I have a harder time taking criticism, I often think people are attacking me whenever they criticize me, & that's on me & me only, they are right. I will be better next time.

This is just false, like, blatantly false. I couldn't find a single message of me defending proshippers to Iggy in our DMs, nor do I remember ever doing that. This actually surprised me because when a proshipper joined my server I was the 1st one to go running to Iggy's DMs screaming "THEY'RE A PROSHIPPER!!!".

when all of this went down, I was in a bad mental state & Iggy knew this. When I get overwhelmed (& I did get overwhelmed in the situation) it is hard for me to understand some things. I don't see how having somebody else to explain the situation to me in a more simple way is bad. I felt attacked, true. & if you count saying "I love you" to someone as praising them, then yeah, I was constantly being "praised" by Iggy while this situation went down, but I promise you I would've lived without all of those "I love you"s.

Begging? begging. Also the people were asking for an Iggy appreciation channel, not a channel just for Iggy. Also also I would love to hear which other horrible behaviors I had because of my NPD!

I don't know if Iggy liked those jokes genuinely, or if when he said stuff like "LIKE DUDE WHEN YOU WERE CALLING ME A LAZY ASS I WAS LITERALLY LIKE (emoji of yellow guy in a puddle)" he was lying to me, but I guess he did lie. I would have never ever called him any of that if I knew he didn't like it, I went on with it because I thought he was genuinely comfortable with those jokes made about him because he told me that everytime I made a joke like that & thought he was mad at me, he was just "turned on" (his words, not mine).

I did ask him to be my "caregiver", yes, but in this situation I saw being a caregiver as being a normal partner; helping each other out when needed, understanding each other's needs & know how to fulfill them. I did tell Iggy whenever I felt bad & wanted to relapse, & I guess that's on me for thinking my partner could help me deal with hard thoughts I had regularly, because you know, partners are there to help each other out.

& what about you K9? do you not have a channel made just to shit talk the people in your server, where your staff has told repeatedly other people to "jump" or harm themselves? I've seen it, I've been staff in your server for a while, you know. That's all the list, sorry I couldn't add any more images; I reached the limit. They've also told the people how I "used Iggy sexually". Which just hurts me deep in my soul, because I loved him with my whole heart, & hearing how he tells everyone that I "used" him just shows me how he never really saw everything I did for him. I drew him almost everyday, I made him gifts, I helped him whenever he felt he was going to relapse, I gave him my money so he could pay his medicines, I WAS PLANNING TO GO TO SWEDEN JUST TO SEE HIM. It is true he sent me sexual content, but I sent him the same sexual content he sent me. I thought we were in an equal relationship, but I guess we weren't & he never told me anything he was thinking. I've done things wrong, yes, but I didn't deserve my private things to be thrown to the world like this. I don't hope bad things happen to neither Iggy or K9 & the server, I just hope the universe gives you what you deserve.

[hittmeandtellmeyouremine]

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 | 𝙣𝙤, 𝙞'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨

pairing: bsf!rafe cameron x bear!reader

summary: you're labeled rafe's biggest distraction which hurts you more than he expected it to, but at least the girls are back!

warnings: swearing and suggestive content.

word count: 2.5k words

song: sweater weather - the neighbourhood

socials chapter two → chapter three → socials chapter three

©hittmeandtellmeyouremine | this is my only account across all social media platforms. please do not translate, copy, or repost any of my writing.

you slept like a fucking baby. this wasn't a surprise, somehow rafe's bed felt better than yours. especially when he was in it too. which was probably why you stirred in his absence until your body finally alerted your brain to wake up.

sure enough, you were all alone.

you frowned as you sat up in his bed, rubbing your eyes with one hand while the other felt around for him just in case. you huffed when you confirmed the bed was in fact empty. you even held your breathe for a second to hear if he was just in the bathroom but he wasn't.

you slipped out of the bed, making your way towards the door to go find him.

you opened the door slightly before your brain caught up to your body—slowly but surely syncing up and reminding you that you weren’t at your house. you couldn't exactly roam the cameron's house in one of rafe's shirts and your panties.

you frowned, going to close the door but rafe's voice made you pause.

at first, you thought it was your imagination but the sharp tone that followed clarified that it wasn't. you leaned against the door, pressing your face against it lightly as you listened to ward's sharp voice.

"i'm not a fucking kid anymore, dad" he spat, the frustration in his voice crystal clear.

"yeah? you're not a kid anymore, rafe? then start acting like it" ward snarled.

you could practically feel rafe's jaw clenching. you couldn't see him but you knew that's exactly what he was doing —holding back, fighting the urge to lash out.

"oh, i'm not acting like it?" rafe questioned. "take a look around, dad. who's the only who gives the slightest shit about this family out of your kids?? you think its sarah?"

"don't bring your sister into this" ward stated.

"stop treating me like i'm some kind of failure when i do nothing but right by you" rafe said.

there was a brief moment of silence that passed and you thought—just maybe—rafe might've finally shut ward up.

"right by me? is that what you call it?" ward laughed, a hollow sound. "spending all your time chasing around distractions and going to parties with her—wasting your time like you’re still a damn teenager"

it almost felt like he knew you were listening, like he was accusing you of all of it. ward cameron had mentally wrapped rafe's hand around your throat, testing to see if he would finally squeeze.

"don't talk about her like that," rafe hissed, his voice tight. "she's not the issue here."

"no, but her being your main priority is," ward said, tone cold as ever. "i was just like you once rafe, with your mother. do you see her anywhere?"

your stomach knotted up at that, you felt sick. you didn’t even know those feelings were there until now, and they made you feel raw, like you were being crushed from the inside out. it was a sickening feeling— the concoction of guilt and empathy. your chest felt tight.

"that's not the same thing and you know it" rafe stated.

"wake the hell up, rafe" ward said. you heard his bedroom door slam shut shortly after.

there was an overwhelming sense of guilt that started to suffocate you. you knew ward was an asshole, that he treated rafe terribly compared to the other two. the typical treatment of the oldest child. you knew that most of the time he said these things just to spite rafe.

so why did it feel like there some truth to his words? that you were to blame?

a creak on the stairs broke your focus, and you immediately snapped your head towards the sound. your stomach dropped when you saw him.

he slipped into the room, and you created some distance between you two. rafe closed the door behind him, leaning against it and looking at you.

"i didn't know you were up" he said.

he knew you heard, he had to. yet here he was, acting as if you didn't. as if his father hadn't just verbally assaulted the both of you.

you tilted your head at him.

"was that because of me?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

silence filled the space between you.

rafe didn't move, he didn't speak. the warmth his eyes held last night seemed to have faded away almost completely. his pretty blue eyes now showcased his sadness and anger. he wished you hadn't asked that, that you hadn't even heard the conversation at all.

but you did, and now he had to give some sort of answer.

"no" he said, stepping a bit closer to you. "he does that whether you're here or not, you know this"

"but he sai-" you started.

"lets not start this conversation, yeah?" he said, grabbing your chin. "he's just a shitty father. it has nothing to do with you"

"yeah, but its not fair" you protested.

"life's not fair, baby" he said.

you knew what that was, his way of getting you to stop pushing the subject. there was a small tension in his shoulders and, again, if it were anyone else you wouldn't have noticed it. but it was rafe, so you did notice it. how could you not?

he let go of your face.

"is nora coming to get you or should i drop you off?" he asked, changing the topic.

nora, the girls.

today was the day you had been counting down for the last few weeks, hyper fixating on it like no other. you should've been more excited than you were but ward's words lingered in your mind.

"uh, i don't know" you answered quietly. "let me check"

you sat on rafe's bed, grabbing your phone and opening up the unread messages from nora. he watched you from his position at the foot of the bed.

"she's already on her way" you mumbled, glancing up at him. "i left a bikini here right?"

"you have multiple" he nodded. "they're in your drawer, top left"

you were over all the time and had too many clothes to count. he doesn't remember exactly when but at some point in time rafe cleared out a drawer for you to keep your clothes in. he had actually been meaning to clear out another.

you stood up and went over to his dresser, sorting through the clothes in your drawer. you didn't realized just how much you had here.

he sat at the edge of the bed, watching you sift through the fabrics. you eventually picked a baby pink one out, going into the bathroom to change.

"rafe? come help me?" you called.

he made his way over to you without a second thought, standing behind you and grabbing the strings of your top.

"this good?" he asked, pulling them slightly.

"a little tighter" you encouraged. "yeah, that's good"

he nodded and began to tie a knot, double knotting it for extra measure. his fingertips brushed against your skin, leaving a trail of warmth where they did.

"i like this color on you," he mumbled. "you make it look so pretty"

your heart skipped a beat at his words, eye landing on him through the reflection of the mirror. his words shouldn't have had as much of an effect on you, he was just being nice. yet your heart swelled at that comment, yearning for more.

"thanks" you replied meekly.

he hummed in response, his gaze lingering on you for a second longer than necessary as he pulled back to look at his work.

"you need sunscreen?" he asked, columbia blue eyes finally finding yours.

you nodded, but the simple movement felt so much heavier.

he stepped away momentarily, and you caught the way his fingers twitched as he reached for the bottle of sunscreen on the counter. you turned your attention back to the mirror, desperately trying to steady your breath but the idea started to seem more and more impossible. the air around you felt thick, heavy.

he returned to his position behind you, his presence so close that it was all you could focus on. now your skin was the one that felt warm, burning with the anticipation of feeling his skin against yours. time seemed to slow.

the pop of the cap opening made you jump slightly, subtly snapping you out of your trance. your heart raced as you watched him squeeze the cream into the palm of his hand. he set the bottle down and rubbed his palms together, mentally calculating his route.

his hands offset your skin, the cream between you guys cold against your scorching skin. you mentally prayed that there wasn't steam radiating off of you as a result of the contact. his touch was soft, lightly applying pressure as he rubbed it into your skin.

an outsider looking in would be able to tell that his focus was more on touching you and less on the task at hand. he took his time, fingertips ghosting over your skin with careful precision. as if with one wrong move he'd break you into tiny little pieces, ones he couldn't glue back together.

"lift up for me" he mumbled, his breath warm against the back of your neck.

his thumb traced along the curve of your shoulder blade, then slid down your arm. his hand closed around your arm, sliding down before sliding back up. he repeated the action over onto the other one, making sure not to miss a spot.

"you're so fucking soft" he murmured.

his voice was quiet, barely a whisper. you caught the way his jaw clenched, like he was struggling to keep it together. as if he was struggling to remain fixed on his task. you don't know which one hurt more; his words or his actions.

"turn around"

you turned to face him, swallowing to saturate the growing dryness in your throat. your eyes flittered to meet his, just for a second. that second prolonged when his eyes didn't meet yours. instead he sunk to his knees, hands gliding over the skin of your calves.

you forced your eyes to look away from him, glancing up at the ceiling to try and compose your wandering thoughts. his hands slid up to your thighs, occasionally dipping under the strings of your bikini.

your breath caught in your throat as he rose, towering over you again. your eyes looked at him but he was focused on coating your body, hand lowering to your ribs.

every movement was so careful, slow and deliberate. like he was testing the waters of you, testing to see how close he could get without crossing a line. but every brush of skin, every lingering touch made it seem like that line was being crossed anyway.

his hands pulled back, gathering more sunscreen between them. his eyes locked onto yours for a split second, hand cupping your face. his thumbs smoothed over your cheeks, rubbing the sunscreen in delicately.

he held your face in his hands like it was the most important thing in the world.

"you good?" he asked softly, his voice almost raspy.

his eyes appeared darker now, a storm invading the blue. the question came out casual, at least, it was intended to. but it held so much more to it when he was face to face with you, caressing your skin like his life depended on it. this should've been a simple, casual task but it felt like so much more.

it didn't feel like he was asking just about the sunscreen.

you nodded again, but the words caught in your throat.

"yeah," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

he stepped back to observe, but the tension didn’t dissipate. it was still there, thick in the space between you. he lingered just long enough to make you question whether he meant to pull away at all.

“good to go,” rafe murmured, though the way his voice lingered on the last syllable told you that it wasn’t just the sunscreen he was worried about.

your eyes found him now, finally feeling the weight of everything hanging between you—everything unsaid, everything felt but never spoken. you met his gaze, your breath still uneven, trying to steady yourself. but his eyes were soft now, searching, waiting for you to say something.

"thank you"

"of course" he nodded.

your phone buzzed on the counter, cutting through the tension. you glanced over at it, seeing nora's message that she was five minutes away.

"she almost here" you mumbled avoiding eye contact with him.

you slipped on your jean shorts and rushed to brush you teeth. he watched you from his bed, tossing you a hoodie that you slipped over your top.

"are you gonna be busy later?" you asked him, putting your hair up.

"nah, i think i'm gonna go golfing with the guys in a little while" he shrugged.

"you wanna come to the beach later? they'll probably invite everyone"

"yeah, just say the word and i'll be there" he nodded.

"okay" you smiled, grabbing your phone and tucking it into your back pocket.

"see you later"

"see you later, baby"

you grabbed your keys and slipped out of his room. thankfully you didn't run into ward on your way out, you don't think you've ever been so happy to be out of the cameron's house.

nora was waiting in her jeep outside —her baby, as she liked to call it. her fully decked out, dark purple wrangler. the interior was all black, rimmed with led lights. she loved her truck more than anything.

"took you long enough" she teased as you got into the passenger seat.

"you've been waiting for like one minute"

the drive to the airport was quick, and the usual easy flow of conversation with nora helped ease the tension in your shoulders, even if your mind kept wandering back to the conversation you had overheard. she didn't ask you about it directly, but you knew she was keeping an eye on you, noticing the way you were a little quieter than usual.

you two impatiently waited before the gates for the girls to come. parker's flight had landed first, meaning she would come before lina. nora had even made cute little pick up signs for you guys to hold up.

"i'm so excited" she squealed, holding parker's sign between her fingers.

"oh my god is that her?!" you said, louder than you intended.

"oh my god, it is!" she yelped.

you guys locked eyes with parker and ran, practically tackling her in a hug. everyone in the airport gave you guys dirty looks, probably because the three of you were squealing and giggling like children. her million different luggages were discarded behind her as you all jumped around excitedly.

"you guys having fun without me?" you turned and saw lina standing there.

"leen!" you squealed, jumping into her arms.

she giggled, spinning you around. once she set you down the other two joined, the four of you holding hands and giggling.

"okay, we need to calm down before they kick us out" nora laughed, catching her breath.

"hurry up, i'm getting weird stares" parker recited.

"jesus, parker how many luggages did you bring?" you asked.

"there's two carryons, my personal, and three checked" she answered.

"that's our girl" lina smiled.

"hey, what's this?" parker asked, picking up the signs that had been long forgotten.

"oh, i made you guys signs" nora smiled.

"we're so cute" parker gushed.

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a/n: this is lowkey a filler chapter, just to give you guys some context. things will start to pick up next chapter!

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