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how seventeen would act with reader having daddy issues
WARNINGS: it may be sensitive to some people, and there are mentions of past traumas and family issues. mostly of it is basically, seventeen and their family taking care of you <3
a/n: this was an ask that was in my inbox for a long time, sorry about this đ„ș and worse, I was writing it, and the light have gone off, so ivĂ© lost the drabble and I cant find in my inbox, I just know that it was from my bestie hannieween, sorry about the long time đ„șđ I hope you like it
seungcheol: already planning how to spoil you just to make up for what you didnât get. this man would not let you suffer through those awkward, tense family reunions. the second you even hint at feeling uncomfortable, heâs pulling you out of there and taking you straight to his familyâs place. his dad, a total sweetheart. heâs the type to sit you down, ask how youâre doing, and genuinely listen. and thatâs when it hits youâthis is where seungcheol gets his protective streak. his dadâs got the same energy, always making sure youâre taken care of. itâs like youâre part of their family now, and honestly, it feels better than anything youâve ever known.
jeonghan: heâs sneaky about it, but in the most loving way. like, he knows youâve got that hole where support should be, and heâs filling it without making it obvious. heâd get his mom and dad to invite you over for a casual dinner, but then itâs all about you. âoh, y/n loves pasta, mom,â heâd say, nudging you under the table when you get shy. his parents adore you, and jeonghanâs sitting back, watching you laugh at his dadâs corny jokes with this smug little grin, like, yeah, thatâs my baby.
joshua: heâd plan random trips to his familyâs place, just so you can hang out with his mom. like, one weekend, youâre baking cookies with his mom, and the next, youâre playing guitar with his uncle. josh is always hovering, making sure youâre comfortable, but lowkey beaming when he sees you getting along with his family. heâs super patient, tooâhe never pushes, just waits for you to open up when youâre ready. and when you do... heâs holding your hand, whispering, âsee? they love you, just like i do.â
junhui: heâd make sure you feel like you belong there too. heâd take you home during the holidays, and suddenly, his momâs treating you like her own kid. jun would sit next to you at dinner, quietly making sure youâre okay, squeezing your hand under the table whenever he notices you getting overwhelmed. heâs just sitting there, watching it all unfold, thinking, yeah, this is what you deserve.
hoshi: this man would straight-up share his dad with you. like, heâd plan trips for the three of youâfishing, hiking, picnics, you name it. and heâd be so proud when you start opening up to his dad. he gets that itâs gonna take time, but when he sees you laughing at his dadâs terrible puns, heâs smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. sometimes, when hoshiâs away for schedules, youâd even hang out with his dad without him. heâll be texting you like, âmy dad loves you more than me now đ.â and even when heâs away for work, his family still makes time for you, calling you over to hang out or have dinner.
woozi: jihoonâs not big on family talk, but he knows you are, and he gets it. instead of dragging you into his family stuff, he makes a point of creating a new kind of support for you. like, you want to skip a stressful family dinner? cool, youâre spending the night at his place, binge-watching your favorite shows and eating takeout. heâs not one for big gestures, but he makes sure you always know youâre not alone. his quiet, steady presence is the comfort you never knew you needed.
wonwoo: heâd just sit there, letting you talk, and then hit you with the most thoughtful response ever, like, âyou didnât deserve that, but you deserve everything good now. let me be that for you.â giving you the worldâs warmest hug, heâd probably start joking about being your emotional support cat forever.
minghao: he fully believes in breaking cycles, so heâs the guy who helps you redefine what family even means. heâd take you to meet his ambient, his friends, his family, everywhere where he KNOWS you'll be taken care off. heâd also start little traditions with you, like Sunday morning walks or trying new restaurants, just to build something stable and comforting for you. he's not trying to be your dadâof course. but he's trying to make programs that he remembered doing with his dad and that somehow, marked his trajectory. he wants you to experience that too.
mingyu: when shit gets heavy, he doesnât try to fix it all at onceâhe just sits with you, lets you cry on his shoulder, strokes your hair, and whispers, âyouâre not alone, okay? youâve got me.â when youâre ready, heâs like, ânow, what do you want to do about it?â and heâll back you no matter what. heâll drag you out to do the most random shitâkaraoke, late-night drives, baking cookies at 2 a.m.âjust so youâre not stuck in your head. and when you thank him later, heâs like, âwho, me? nah nah.â
seokmin: he is the kind of guy whoâll carry youâliterally. if youâre overwhelmed, heâll scoop you up like you weigh nothing and plant you on the couch with snacks, a blanket, and whatever dumb movie he picked. âyou donât need to do anything today,â he says, plopping down beside you with the softest smile. but also, he wonât sugarcoat things, but he also doesnât let you get stuck in negative self-talk. âyouâre worth more than what he made you feel.â
seungkwan: got a sixth sense for this kinda thing. you donât even have to say the wordsâhe knows. heâs the type to gently steer the convo every time someone in your family says something shitty, or heâll swoop in with some sarcastic-ass joke to take the heat off you. but when itâs just the two of you, heâs soft as hell, cuddling you, stroking your hair, and reminding you that heâs your safe space now. heâd probably even offer to go with you to therapy, just to sit there and hold your hand.b
vernon: heâll say the goofiest shit to make you laughâlike doing terrible impressions of your least favorite family members or purposely messing up on kendama. doesnât even try to hide how much he loves you. when youâre down, heâs the type to turn everything into a youâre amazing campaign. random notes in your bag, impromptu âyouâre so coolâ chants, and hugs so tight they might crack your ribs.
chan: babyâs the sweetest. heâs lowkey hurt that youâve had to deal with that kind of stuff, so he makes it his mission to show you what love and support really look like. chanâs family would love you, and heâd be so excited to share them with you. heâd plan little visits where itâs just you, him, and his parents, so itâs not overwhelming. later, heâd check in, like, âdid you have fun? was it okay?â because all he wants is for you to feel loved and safe.
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I SWEAR THE DAY I DON'T HAVE HEART PALPITATIONS AND WITNESS MY SOUL ASCENDING OVER YOUR WORK IS THE DAY I HAVE PASSED FROM THIS WORLD.
HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR MY MANY SILLY RAMBLINGS UNDER THE CUT
FIRSTLY THIS,
So when you pushed open the door to the room of requirement a little over ten-minutes later, you hadn't been sure what you were expecting to find. Something darker, maybe. More foreboding. But when the room revealed itself before youâsilent, draped in soft moonlight that pooled over the bed with a window wide and open, spilling that pale silver fog across the floorâyou almost laughed.
IS GORGEOUS. I LOVE THE EXPECTING OF SOMETHING DARK AND IT BEING SO LIGHT INSTEAD. AND LIKE IT BEING A PERFECT MIRROR OF MATTHEO AND HOW THE EXPECTATION OF THIS NIGHT BETWEEN THEM COULD BE. JUST HONESTLY BEAUTIFUL.
SECONDLY, YOU KNOW I ALWAYS ADORE YOUR CHARACTERISATION OF MATTHEO AND THIS IS NO DIFFERENT.
He turned, finally. His eyes met yours and you saw itâthe hesitation, the way his gaze moved over you, slow, cautious. He took in the way the light draped itself over your shoulders, moving lowerâand it was as if for the first time, he allowed himself to see you fully, all the details he had so tried to ignore, now right in front of him. He drank them in.
AND
He moved closer, but not close enough. Not yet. His breath was tight, chest rising and falling too fast. The space between you felt like a chasm, though it was barely there at all.
I LOVE THAT HE'S NERVOUS, THAT DESPITE HIM BEING ESSENTIALLY IN CONTROL OF THIS SITUATION GIVEN THAT HE HAS THE EXPERIENCE, HE'S NOT ACTING CONFIDENT OR SMUG. HE'S UNSURE AND I LOVE THE SENSE OF VULNERABILITY.
"I'm not hesitating," he muttered, though the roughness in his voice betrayed him. He knew he shouldn't be here, shouldn't be doing this with you. His best friend's little sister. He wanted to give you every chance to stop this, to walk away. "Just trying not to rush thisârush you."
I JUST WANT TO HOLD HIS PRETTY FACE. I LOVE PATIENT MATTHEO.
His hand caught your wrist, intending to stop you, but his fingers lingered against your skin. Frozen.
"We shouldn't be doing this," he muttered, the words thick in his throat. "Your first time should beâ"
"My choice," you interrupted, pressing closer, your body flush against his, your lips brushing his jaw as your hand slid lower, teasing the edge of his belt. "My virginity is mine to give, Mattheo. And I want to give it to you."
He shuddered, your words settling, sinking into the dark space that held you both captive. His hand found your hip, the other threading through your hair, gently tugging your head back to expose the soft skin of your neck."Youâre not thinking straight," he rasped. "You'll regret this..."
But even as he said it, his hands tightened, pulling you impossibly closer.
I AM OBSESSED OVER THE WAR WITHIN MATTHEO, THE WAY HIS BODY AND HIS ACTIONS DISREGARD HIS WORDS AND HIS FEAR. I LOVE HER CONFIDENCE IN HER DECISION AND HOW MUCH IT EFFECTS HIM TO HEAR IT.. AAAAAAA SLDKFJDJS GOD I WANT TO MARRY YOU'RE WRITING (and you)
âhis brain was struggling to catch up, like he couldn't believe the sudden shift, couldn't quite fathom the boldness with which you undid him.
Untilâhis hands were on you, spinning you around, your back hitting the desk with a thud.
THE FUCKING SWITCH HERE OMG
You shudderedâyou'd never seen him like this beforeâthere was something feral in the way he moved, now, something sharp in the way his hands worked.
His presence consumed the room, and for a moment, it was all you could focus onâthe intensity of him, the raw, unfiltered hunger in his eyes.
FERAL MATTHEO. FERAL MATTHEO. FERAL MATTHEO. I'M SCREAMING. HOWLING. CLAWING AT THE WALLS. I'D LET THIS MAN TEAR ME TO PIECES WITHOUT HESITATION.
"That's all you think about, isn't it?" He smirked, lips falling to your neck, tongue tracing the places he knew would wreck you, each soft, wet press making you whimper despite yourself. "You don't care about anything else..." his fingers slipped lower, dipping between your foldsâand you cried out, shameless, the sensation unlike any other you'd ever felt. "âŠnot the consequences, not the risk...you just want meâŠâ
I FEEL CALLED OUT.
"Youâ" you panted, trying to find your voice. Blinking through the haze of lingering bliss. "You can't say things like that."
"Why not?" He chuckled your name against your neck, lips brushing a path to your ear. "Because you might fall in love with me?" His teeth grazed the sensitive spot under your lobe, along your jawline. "Oh wait...you already have."
DAMN FUCKING RIGHT I HAVE YOU SEXY BITCH. GODDDD I KNOW I'VE ALREADY SAID IT BUT YOU JUST WRITE MATTHEO SO PERFECTLY. TO HAVE HIM BE SO FUCKING COCKY DURING SUCH AN OVERWHELMING MOMENT. HE'S A LITTLE SHIT AND I LOVE HIM FOR IT.
His face was a stormâflushed, eyes half-shutâbut at your voice they opened and flicked down to yours, and for once, there was no arrogance, no mockery in that stare. Just raw, primal need, burning so fiercely it made you ache. His hips rocked, desperate for more. Painfully. A hole in his chest torn wide open for you to see, and he didn't care. Couldn't care.
THIS!!!!!!! THE IMAGERY!!!!! JUST ALL OF HIS DEFENCES BLOWN AWAY, I LOVE IT SO MUCH
His voice dropped, eyes dark and soft at once as he pushed another finger inside. "You know youâve always had me wrapped around your fucking finger. You know I care about youââ
His words were too much, pressing on something fragile inside you, and you pulled him into a kiss to shut him upâdeep, desperate, drowning.
I'M SOBBING, THE INTENSITY BETWEEN THEM. I CANT BREATHE.
"You've got me," he rasped, hips grinding involuntarily against your hand. "Justâfuckâdon't hate me after this."
JUST PUNCH ME IN THE HEART WHY DONT YOU.
His eyes were locked onto yours, all that self-assurance gone, melted into something more humanâsomething raw, unguarded.
You could feel it; the vulnerability of this moment stretched between you bothâthe distance you'd maintained for so long, the careful walls you'd built, were nothing now. He was in too deep, and so were you.
"Stop me at any time," he whispered, his voice a raw rasp, eyes meeting yours. "Just breathe.â
He leaned down until his lips ghosted over yours, and you kissed him like the world might collapse if you didn't.
EM WHAT THE HELL, I DIDNT EXPECT TO BE AN EMOTIONAL WRECK OVER A VIRGINITY LOSS FIC AT 11AM. GOD THE SOFTNESS IS MAKING ME ACHE.
It was overwhelmingâthe fullness, the ache that felt like it might split you in two. And yet, beneath the pain, something else stirred. His words, soft and rough all at once, made the sensation bearable, turned the hurt into something else. You focused on his voice, on the way he stroked your hair, the way he held you like you were the most precious thing in the world.
OKAY I'M GOING TO STOP THERE OTHERWISE I'M JUST GOING TO BE PUTTING THE WHOLE FIC IN THIS REBLOG WITH MY SILLY LITTLE ANNOTATIONS. I'M OBSESSED WITH THIS, I LOVE THAT DURING IT HAPPENING THERE'S BARELY A SENTENCE WITHOUT THEM NEEDING TO GASP FOR BREATH, THE INTENSITY OF IT IS JUST PORTRAYED SO WELL. YOU REALLY ARE A MASTER OF YOUR CRAFT AND I'LL BE WORSHIPPING THIS FIC IN MY HEAD FOR WEEKS.
LOVE IT AND LOVE YOU đ€
SLYTHERINSLUT0âS KINKTOBER
october 4th. mattheo - virginity loss / corruption kink.
PART TWO | kinktober masterlist. | 2024.
summary: pls read part one first for a lil buildup. also. im laughing at myself bc there was a perfectly good bedâŠright thereâŠ
warnings: 18+, SMUT MDNI, virginity loss, PIV, so much dirty talk, so much patience from mattheo, (more of a realistic virginity loss bc itâs not always easy), praise!!!!, slight degradation, fingering, multiorgasm, handjob, best friends lil sister trope.
Mattheo Riddle was so accustomed to this. The pulse of adrenaline in the dead of night, the quiet hum of anticipation stretching every second longer than it needed to be. You weren't naive to that, not to him, nor the danger he carried so effortlessly in his stride. He wore it like a second skin.
But youâyou were not accustomed to it. Not to any of this.
So when you pushed open the door to the room of requirement a little over ten-minutes later, you hadn't been sure what you were expecting to find. Something darker, maybe. More foreboding. But when the room revealed itself before youâsilent, draped in soft moonlight that pooled over the bed with a window wide and open, spilling that pale silver fog across the floorâyou almost laughed.
Too perfect. Too on the nose, like the castle itself had been watching you both for months and had decided this was the moment it would indulge you.
"You're late." Mattheo's voice cut through the quiet.
His back was to you, suit jacket discarded on an old oak desk against the wall, dark curls falling just above his collar as he stood by the window, eyes fixed on the lake. The moonlight made the ripples dance, just like the tension in the room.
You took a step toward him, silent.
He turned, finally. His eyes met yours and you saw itâthe hesitation, the way his gaze moved over you, slow, cautious. He took in the way the light draped itself over your shoulders, moving lowerâand it was as if for the first time, he allowed himself to see you fully, all the details he had so tried to ignore, now right in front of him. He drank them in.
You gave him a small, nervous smile, hoping it would ease the weight of his stare. "I didn't realize you were the type to keep track of time."
He moved closer, but not close enough. Not yet. His breath was tight, chest rising and falling too fast. The space between you felt like a chasm, though it was barely there at all.
"You've a lot to learn, little girl," he teased, that familiar smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, though it did nothing to mask the conflict in his eyes. It was meant to disarm you, but it only made the air heavier. His jaw tightened. "You're sure about this?"
"Quite sure," you breathed, stepping closer, close enough to admire the sharp line of his jaw, the soft stubble. "You're the one who's hesitating."
"I'm not hesitating," he muttered, though the roughness in his voice betrayed him. He knew he shouldn't be here, shouldn't be doing this with you. His best friend's little sister. He wanted to give you every chance to stop this, to walk away. "Just trying not to rush thisârush you."
You let out a small huff, your hand moving up to find his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. Mattheo Riddle was nervous.
"You've been making me wait for months," you whispered. "I don't think a little rushing would hurt."
He swallowed hard, his eyes locked on your hand as it trailed over his chest, lower, teasing. Every touch was a flame against his skin, every breath between you a match struck in the dark. He wanted you, more than anything, but the weight of itâthe wrongness, the dangerâclawed at his conscience.
His hand caught your wrist, intending to stop you, but his fingers lingered against your skin. Frozen.
"We shouldn't be doing this," he muttered, the words thick in his throat. "Your first time should beâ"
"My choice," you interrupted, pressing closer, your body flush against his, your lips brushing his jaw as your hand slid lower, teasing the edge of his belt. "My virginity is mine to give, Mattheo. And I want to give it to you."
He shuddered, your words settling, sinking into the dark space that held you both captive. His hand found your hip, the other threading through your hair, gently tugging your head back to expose the soft skin of your neck.
"Youâre not thinking straight," he rasped. "You'll regret this..."
But even as he said it, his hands tightened, pulling you impossibly closer.
"I'll regret nothing." Your fingers slipped lower, grazing his crotch, moving with nothing but instinct and need. Biting your lip, you felt the outline of him, hard and aching under your palm, and squeezedâhe grunted, snapping his hips, and you throbbed. "Shit, Mattheo..."
"You areâfuck..." Mattheo's voice was a ragged breath, the words drawn out like he'd been holding them back for months. "...such a little tease."
You let go as quickly as you'd squeezed, and he growled against your skin, fingers tightening in your hair. Your hands found his face, pulling him in, crushing your lips to his. You moved with intent, pushing him back until his thighs hit the edge of the desk, and he groaned againâthis low, guttural sound that sent a thrill through you.
You smirked into the kiss, tasting his frustration, savouring the way his defences cracked open. When you pulled back, his chest was heaving, lips swollen, eyes dark with want.
"I learned from the best," you whispered, teasing as your fingers slid down, finding the buckle of his belt. He watched you, every breath uneven, as you worked at the latch, pulling the leather free. "You've had months of fun tormenting me," you continued, moving to the button, the zipper. "Kissing me, only to say it was a mistake. Grabbing my ass every chance you could. Talking sweet when my brother wasn't looking..." your smirk deepened, and you looked up at him through your lashes. "...it's my turn now."
His pants sagged around his hips as you undid them and he cursed under his breathâhis brain was struggling to catch up, like he couldn't believe the sudden shift, couldn't quite fathom the boldness with which you undid him.
Untilâhis hands were on you, spinning you around, your back hitting the desk with a thud.
"You think you're in control here?" His fingers slid up your hips, dragging your dress along with them, baring your skin to the cool air. "You think you have any goddamn idea what you're doing?"
You shudderedâyou'd never seen him like this beforeâthere was something feral in the way he moved, now, something sharp in the way his hands worked. His thumbs hooked around your panties and in one swift motion, they were goneâtorn down your thighs before he urged you back onto the desk, parting your legs with his torso.
You were breathless, chest heaving, pulse thrumming wildly. His presence consumed the room, and for a moment, it was all you could focus onâthe intensity of him, the raw, unfiltered hunger in his eyes.
You stared up at him, mind empty, untilâ
Smack.
His palm came down on your inner thigh, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send a jolt of sensation straight to your cunt. Your skin stung from the contact, but that wasn't the part that made you gasp. It was the heat, the way it surged through your veins, flooding your abdomen in a slow, aching pulse. You liked that.
"I asked you a question." His lips brushed against your ear, breath warm as he leaned in. "Two, actually."
You couldn't think, mind swimmingâthe press of his body, the rough timber of his voice, the weight of his hands as his fingers teased, climbing higher, brushing closer to the ache between your thighs. You sucked in a breath, trying to recall what he'd asked, trying to focus anything but the fire he was lighting in youâ
But then, his fingers slipped further, closer, just barely brushing your slit, and your hips jerked involuntarily, chasing that touch.
"NoâI donâtââ the shame in the answer barely mattered. His fingers were so close, so close. "GodsâI just know I want youâ"
"That's all you think about, isn't it?" He smirked, lips falling to your neck, tongue tracing the places he knew would wreck you, each soft, wet press making you whimper despite yourself. "You don't care about anything else..." his fingers slipped lower, dipping between your foldsâand you cried out, shameless, the sensation unlike any other you'd ever felt. "âŠnot the consequences, not the risk...you just want meâŠâ
Your nails dug into his back and he sucked in a breath through his teeth, wetting his fingers in your arousal before gliding back up to your clit and tracing over it.
"OhâGodsâ" you whinged, moaning into his shoulder.
Mattheoâs hands were experiencedâthat much was certain. Those fingers knew exactly how to move, precisely how to trace light, delicate circles over your clit that made you twitch, squirmâ nerves stripped as you took in the new sensation. It wracked every inch of you, and you could feel him savouring your helplessness, drawing out every ounce of tension that had been building between you for months.
âYouâre soaked.â You could hear the disbelief in his voice. â...filthy little thing for me, aren't you?"
"Gods, Mattheo, yesâ" your eyes rolled, thighs twitching against his hand. "I amâohhâ"
"Yeah?" His tongue traced a slow, wet path up the side of your neck, teeth dragging over your pulse. "You like this?"
His words were enough to make you want to scream, but no sound formedâjust a low, broken moan that spilled from your throat, raw and shameless.
"Answer me," he murmured. "You ever orgasm from this before? Hm?"
"Noâ" your voice choked, trembling as you squeezed your eyes shut, unable to look at him, something like shame pooling in your stomach. "Oh, fuckâ"
"No, what?" His fingers pressed harder, circles growing faster, more insistent, and his voiceâChrist, his voiceâ "I asked you two questions, little slut. Keep up. You wanted this."
"YesâmmfâI like itâ" you whined, the words a desperate spill from your lips, too flustered to form anything coherent. "And noâGodsâyou're the first to...to touch me like this..."
He figured as much but the admission tore through him nonetheless, his teeth sinking into your shoulder with a groanânot enough to hurt, but enough to leave a mark, a bruise, a reminder. His hand dipped lower, a finger pushing inside you without warning, pressing deep into your slick heat, and you cried out, your body tightening, pulsing around him, vision swimming.
"And this?" His voice was a smirk against your skin. "You let anyone else inside you like this?"
You knew he already knew the answer. You both did. He was reveling in itâthe way he had you, trembling, helpless. You'd never heard him like this, never heard him so crass, so unfiltered, and the way he spoke made your whole body flush with heat.
"No." The word was a strangled moan, barely a breath. "GodsâMattheoâyou already knew thatâ"
He crooked his finger inside you, and your back arched, the stretch unfamiliar yet mindnumbing, his thumb working your clit. You felt teeth nipping at your earlobe, a hum into your eardrumâhis body thrumming with the satisfaction of finally, finally letting himself have you where he wanted.
"Perhaps I did." He added another finger, curling them inside you, his teeth scraping along your neck in a smile. The groan that slipped from your lips was desperate, pained in its pleasure, your body reacting to every new inch of him. "Fucking hellâyou can barely take two..."
Your head shook, words failing you. "GodsâMattheoâI...fuck..."
A low grunt rumbled from his chest, his fingers moving quicker, slick with the evidence of your desire. "Feels good?"
"Yesâ" you moaned, breath hitching, vision blurring as he pumped his fingers in and out, building something inside you that you couldn't name, something new, something overwhelming. "I feelâoh, godsâsomething...happeningâ"
"You feel something?" His voice was mocking, drenched in that innocent, teasing tone that had you falling apart. "Yeah? What's happening, princess?"
You couldn't find breath, couldn't form the words to answer him. The pressure inside you was mounting, intensity unbearable, your body tense and straining toward an edge. You clung to him, breathless, desperate for more, desperate for something, anythingâ
"I don'tâ" your voice broke as his fingers curled deeper, wetness flooding between your thighs, his thumb relentless. "Pressureâfuckâso muchâ"
He nodded. "Yeah? Pressure in that pretty stomach? Feels fucking good, doesn't it?"
"Fuckâyes, yes," your lids fluttered. "Sâgoodâ"
"You're so close." He watched you, drunk on your downfall, and smirked as you neared the edge. "You're going to cum for me."
Sanity shattered in your throatâwords trapped, swallowed by the tension, leaving only the soft, unbridled whimpers you once might've once found embarrassing. But there was no shame now, not when you were this close, the pressure coiling tighter in your core, ready to burst.
"Ohhâ" you managed, lungs sputtering, head tipping back. The sound of your voice, the way you moaned, was foreign, unfamiliar to your own ears. "Godsâoh fuck-"
"I know," he cooed, sweet like sugar. "I know."
You were a mess. Too close, too overwhelmedâeverything was him. His scent, the heat of his skin, the feel of his fingers working that magic that had your body convulsing before you could even cry out, before you could process the way your vision blurred with the force of it. The climax hit like a wave crashing over you, and your moans were swallowed by his kiss, his lips on yours the second your body tightened, shaking against his hand.
He was relentless, rough and insistent, kissing you like he wanted to devour you wholeâdrowning out the world as your body pulsed around his fingers. Youâd never felt such an intense sensation, lava coursing, replacing the blood in your veins. His breath stuttered against your mouth, a low groan vibrating through him, the sound making your spine tingle.
"F-fuck," he muttered, pulling his fingers from you, glistening and wet. "Messy little thing."
The words sent a shiver through you, not just from their meaning but from the way he said them, like something perverse, intimate. Your chest tightened with the warmth of them.
"Youâ" you panted, trying to find your voice. Blinking through the haze of lingering bliss. "You can't say things like that."
"Why not?" He chuckled your name against your neck, lips brushing a path to your ear. "Because you might fall in love with me?" His teeth grazed the sensitive spot under your lobe, along your jawline. "Oh wait...you already have."
"Shut up," you whispered, stomach flipping at the way he said your name, the way it dripped from his mouth like honey. "Have not."
"I've known for a while, you know," he mused, his voice so low, so quiet. "Don't think I haven't seen itâthe way you look at me." He kissed your skin again, working his way up, each press of his lips something sacred, moving closer to your mouth. "The way you can't get enough of me."
You could kill him for it, for the way his words sunk into your bones, making all the feelings you've buried rise to the surface, pulling you under. He just had to go thereâhad to milk every inch of your composure out of you, because it's not enough for him to have you disarmed physicallyâsexuallyâhe needed to have you disarmed emotionally, too.
Perhaps the worst part of it all is how right he was. Arrogant bastard.
"Stop talking," your hand drifted down, grazing the bulge in his pants, your fingers slipping under the waistband, rubbing him through the thin fabric of his boxers. It was reckless. You've never done this before, but God, you wanted to. "Stop talking and teach me."
The room tiltedâthe world off its axis. His breath caught, choked in his lungs as he grabbed your face and pulled your lips to hisâhis kiss wild, his tongue insistent, running along your gums and wrestling with yours for control.
"Fuck," he groaned into your mouth as you tugged his boxers down, freeing him, your hand wrapping around him. Hot. Hard. "Wrap your fingers around it, princess. Gentle strokes. Just like that."
Your heart stumbled at the sound of his voice, thick, raw and open. You tightened your grip, stroking him slowly, experimentally, and he hissed through his teeth, a groan vibrating through his chest.
"You're so big," you murmured, forehead against his, the words spilling out without thought. "So thick..."
"Fucking minx," he moaned. "Stroking me and telling me how big I amâfuckâyou're not as innocent as everyone thinks."
"Only you know this," you whispered, your hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes, pulse soaring as he groaned. "Does it feel good, Matty?"
"FuckâChristâ" his breath was jagged, words ripped from his throat like they barely wanted to come out, hips jerking mindlessly. "Tighter, mmâlittle tighterâ"
Your cunt throbbedâeach whispered invocation of a god not his own, of something he didn't believe in, forced a shudder through you. That's how you knew. Knew how lost he was. Heâd no mind left at all if he was muttering muggle gods.
"Like that?" Your fingers squeezed around him, your gaze burning into his as you looked up through fluttering lashes.
His face was a stormâflushed, eyes half-shutâbut at your voice they opened and flicked down to yours, and for once, there was no arrogance, no mockery in that stare. Just raw, primal need, burning so fiercely it made you ache. His hips rocked, desperate for more. Painfully. A hole in his chest torn wide open for you to see, and he didn't care. Couldn't care.
"Yeahâshitâjust like that," he gritted out, grip on your hips bruising, but you welcomed it. Needed it. "Fast learner, aren't you?"
"You're a good teacher," you whimpered, a sound that was barely yours as his fingers slipped between your thighs, finding your slit, teasing you open again. "Ohâ"
"You've always been a little teacher's pet," he groaned, thrusting into your hand as he slipped a finger inside you. The stretch made you wince, pleasure and pain blurring into something that sent sparks behind your eyes. He watched you, gaze molten. "Fuckâitâs gonna hurt, you know that, right?"
The ache spread through you, but you didn't flinch. "I know," you whispered as his thumb found your clit, making you gasp. "I trust you."
"I know you do." His voice dropped, eyes dark and soft at once as he pushed another finger inside. "You know youâve always had me wrapped around your fucking finger. You know I care about youââ
His words were too much, pressing on something fragile inside you, and you pulled him into a kiss to shut him upâdeep, desperate, drowning. Your hand tightened on his length, the heat between you flaring, and you moaned against his mouth, shaking with the need for more.
"I want you," you breathed, each syllable shivering on your lips as you clenched around his fingers. "I've wanted you for monthsâ"
Months? No, it had been years. Years of wanting, needing, watching from afar, heart in your throat. Years of avoiding anyone else because no one was him. You knew heâd felt the same and it killed him. It wasn't logical, wasn't supposed to be like thisânot with you, not now, not his best friend's little sister, not him whispering sweet, dangerous things while knuckle-deep inside your virgin cunt.
It was as if you both shook those thoughts from your minds at once. Youâll think about the implications later.
"You've got me," he rasped, hips grinding involuntarily against your hand. "Justâfuckâdon't hate me after this."
Hate him? The very idea was laughable, absurd. You could never hate him. Not even in those moments you tried, not even when he deserved it.
"I could never hate you," you murmured, drawing him closer, lips trembling against his. "Justâpleaseâ"
Something shifted in his eyes, and he knew. Knew what you needed. What you both needed. You were vulnerable, trembling, but you trusted himâcompletely. Youâd been in his life for so long. You knew heâd never hurt you. He could see it your eyes, the trust, the in the way your body bent to his touch.
"Alright," he said softly, a hand running up your body to cup your face, thumb brushing your cheek. "Alright."
His fingers slid out of you, leaving you bare and breathless, and you swallowed. This was really about to happen.
"Lay back," his voice cut through your haze. "Legs to your chest."
The command wrapped around you like a vice, tightening the anticipation, and you fell back on your elbows, staring up at him as you raised your legs. Vulnerability crept in, making your thighs tense, but Mattheo was there, spreading you open with firm hands, pressing himself against your slick. His eyes were locked onto yours, all that self-assurance gone, melted into something more humanâsomething raw, unguarded.
You could feel it; the vulnerability of this moment stretched between you bothâthe distance you'd maintained for so long, the careful walls you'd built, were nothing now. He was in too deep, and so were you.
"Stop me at any time," he whispered, his voice a raw rasp, eyes meeting yours. "Just breathe.â
He leaned down until his lips ghosted over yours, and you kissed him like the world might collapse if you didn't. He guided himself against you, the press of him at your entrance an unbearable ache. He was hot, hard, hugeâand despite the wetness slicking down your thighs, your body resisted, too tight, too unsure of this.
You whimpered, instinctively trying to pull away, but he stayed, pressing kisses to your hair, your temple, whispering something that sounded like comfort but burned like fire. It hurt more than you expected, more than any of the fantasies you had dared to entertain.
Doubt curled through your chest, what if you couldn't take him? What ifâ
"M-Mattheo..." his name broke in your throat as you clutched his arm, nails digging into his skin. He tried to push in again, but your body resisted. "Itâyouâyou can't fit..."
"Shh," his lips ghosted over yours, his hand slipping through your hair, trying again, moving slow, controlled. "You're justâso goddamn tightâ"
The way he said it sent a spark through your veins. It was filthy, shameless, and it lit you up from the inside, despite the pain. No one had ever spoken to you like this. You swallowed the lump in your throat, tears pricking as he tried to work you open.
And thenâhe was in.
"I-it hurts," you hissedâpain lighting up your spine as he worked his cockhead inside you, pushing against the resistance of your walls. His breath came in sharp, ragged bursts, each inch a battle. The pressure was unbearable, the sting so sharp it was paralyzing. "Oh, fuck, Mattheoâ"
He groaned, a sound from deep within his chest, his head bowing, sweat creeping over his brow.
"Shhh, I knowâI know..." he murmured through shredded cords, fighting to maintain control as his hips paused, barely halfway in, just enough to make you feel like you might break. "S'okay...you're doing so good..."
It was overwhelmingâthe fullness, the ache that felt like it might split you in two. And yet, beneath the pain, something else stirred. His words, soft and rough all at once, made the sensation bearable, turned the hurt into something else. You focused on his voice, on the way he stroked your hair, the way he held you like you were the most precious thing in the world.
"Whyâmmffâgods..." you could barely speak, the words tangled in your throat. "Why do you have to be so bigâ"
A strangled laugh escaped him, though his eyes stayed shut tight, his jaw clenchedâcock twitching inside you.
"I don'tâfuckâknow." His fingers brushed your lips, covering your mouth gently. "Don't go talking like thatânot right nowâ"
You might have laughed, too, if your body wasn't so taut, strung tight with tension and pain and something far more profound. He was barely inside you, his words making your insides clench, drawing another groan from his lips at the squeeze.
His hand held your jaw, palm pressing lightly over your mouth, enough to breathe, to speakâ
"Whyâ" you knew what he meant, knew the warning in his eyes, but you couldn't stop yourself. "ânot?"
His breath hitched. "Becauseâ" he swallowed hard, words coming through gritted teeth, his fingers tightening around your jaw, a warning in his grip. "Becauseâfuckâyour mouth will get you in trouble."
Oh. That was what he meant.
"Butâoh fuckâyou're so...big..." the words slipped out before you could catch them, a disgruntled moan falling from your lips as he sank all the way in, filling you so completely it was dizzying. The pressure, the heat, the sensation of being pried openâit was all too much, and you cried out, unable to stop the sound from spilling out. "Ohhhâso bigâ"
"I said, fuck," he cursed, hand clamping firm over your mouth now as his body shuddered, as he ground his hips gently into yours. "âdon't say that."
It was too late. You didn't need to say anything further. He could feel itâhe could feel everything in the way you clenched around him, barely letting him moveâso goddamn tight it was almost painfulâhe could feel it in the look in your eyes, in the trembling of your body beneath his.
"I can feel you thinking it," he grunted as you squirmed beneath him, every movement making him twitch inside you, drawing another choked groan from his throat. "Merlin sakesâ"
You knew he wasn't used to this. To slowing down, to drawing out the tension like this, to the maddening slowness of every motion. He wanted to lose himself, to break you open hard and fast, to take and give and take again until both of you shattered into something unrecognizable. But he couldn'tânot with the way your eyes glistened, not with the way you gasped and whimpered as he filled you.
"No talking," he sucked in a breath against your neck, his hips rolling into yours in slow, unbearable waves. "Only if you need me to stop."
He was breaking. So were you. Every thrust was an exquisite kind of tortureâan ache that twisted and stretched, dulled only by the flick of his fingers against your clit. His lips pressed along your neck, kissed along the line of your jaw, groaning with each deep, patient push, carving his way into you as you clung to him, your mind floating through the fog of pain into something differentâsomething overwhelming.
Your head fell back. âOhâOh godsââ
Each gasp felt like it might be your last as that something built deep inside you, tight and unfamiliar, an ache that didn't hurt but begged to be released. And he felt it tooâMattheo felt it, the way your body pulsed beneath his, the way you tightened around him like you couldn't bear to let him go.
"Bloody fuckâare youâare you going toâ" his words were ragged, broken. He couldn't finish the thought, couldn't hold himself together. "Are youâ"
âMattheoââ your voice trembled, a breathless moan as your back arched, pressing into him, your body seeking more. The pain was null now, replaced by an overwhelming pressure, something tight and aching and goodâyou felt every inch of him inside you, every pulse of his cock as he moved, slow but relentless. âMattheoâoh godsââ
"Fuckâ" he bit down, teeth sinking into your neck as his fingers swirled your clit in rhythm with his thrusts. "You're gonna make meâ"
You choked because there was no space for words, no breath for anything but the raw sound of your bodiesâmoans, gasps, ragged inhales tangled together as you both hurtled towards something inevitable. The light of the moon radiated the man above you and that was all you could register other than the rising crescendo of your climaxâsomething so intense it scared you, almost broke you apartâyour body seizing, trembling, as his fingers pressed harder against your clit, as he thrust deeper.
And then, there was only one more blink until you shattered beneath him, the orgasm tearing through you in oceanic motion, muscles clenching around him so tightly he could barely moveâand then he was there, too, his body jerking as he groaned into your skin, his release ripped from him in jagged gasps as you milked him without mercy. He slumped on top of you, fingers digging into your skin, the two of you pulsing together in the aftermath, the room spinning, your bodies still trembling from the force of it.
The world was slow to return, the roar of sensations fading into something quieter, softer. The weight of him on top of you was groundingâhis forehead pressed against the crook of your neck, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Neither of you moved for a long while, just basked in the silence, kind that settled in after something irrevocable had passed between two people.
And then, Mattheo pushed up, enough to meet your eyes. Your chest ached at the softness inside his own.
âAre youââ he swallowed as he drank you in, the sheen of sweat on your skin, the flushed cheeks. His words hung in the air as if he didnât know how to finish the question.
âIâm okay,â you nodded, voice hoarse. âIâm good.â
Mattheo nodded too but didnât move, still buried inside you, just taking you in. Then, gently, he shifted, pulling back with a slow, careful movement that made you wince slightly. The second heâd pulled out, you felt differentâmore aware of the vulnerability youâd just laid bare, more aware of the line you two had just obliterated into absolute shambles.
âYou sure?â he asked, a flicker of something deeper in his gazeâ
You nodded again, the smallest smile pulling at your lips, though your heart was still racing, the enormity of it all sinking in.
âYeah,â you whispered. âIâm sure.â
His jaw tightened, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face, his thumb lingering on your cheek.
âThis changes everything, doesnât it?â His voice was barely audible, like he didnât want to admit it out loud.
Of course he was thinking it tooâhow could he not? This was no longer something you could pretend didnât exist, no longer something you could hide behind banter and stolen glances and secret kisses.
âYeah,â you breathed, fingers tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the tension there, the heat still radiating from his skin. âIt does.â
#do you have any idea how much i worship you#i swear your writing makes me fall in love every damn time#and then i need 7-12 days to emotionally recover#fuuuuuuck#this is my favourite mattheo#mattheo riddle x reader
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summery: a late night drive takes an unexpected turn when an handsome stranger takes his place in your passenger seat.
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WARNING â ïž sexual references, mention of unprotected sex. MINORS DNI! youâre responsible for your own consumption, donât blame me later. Itâs your own choice.
Posted on: November 25th, 2024
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Surprise lovelies! The first part from serial-killer!Harry series is here and I really hope you enjoy it. đ let me know how was it and if you have any ideas for other parts, I just might post some more this week itself. this is my first ever try at writing 18+ stuff tho itâs not really much so I hope it didnât suckđ€đł REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
You donât do this. Any of this. You donât pick up hitchhikers in the middle of the night. Especially men.
Youâve seen a lot of horror movies and youâve heard a ton of news stories.
Youâre not five. You know what you should and what you shouldnât do. But youâve made an array of bad choices tonight so why not continue it?
You donât know what it was but something compelled you to pull over.
The boy with the curls and those deep green eyes, gets into the passenger seat, a grateful smile on his face. He looks sweet, to be honest.
âOh, thank you so so much. Iâve been out here for so long. My car just gave out on me and thereâs no signal in this shithole.â He says, his English accent very evident as he adjusts his seatbelt. âMay I know my saviourâs name?â He asks with a smiles that shows a pair of dimples.
The air is thick with the quiet hum of the engine, and your fingers clench the steering wheel a little tighter than usual. Youâre not sure if itâs the cold seeping into the car or the nervous energy building in your chest. Something about this feels surreal, like stepping into a scene youâd only watch from the safety of your couch. Yet, here you are, with a stranger in the passenger seat and an unspoken weight hanging between you.
âUh, YN,â you reply, your voice more hesitant than youâd like. His accent catches you off guard again, so polished and charming it almost makes you forget the unease simmering below the surface. Almost.
âYN,â he repeats, letting your name roll off his tongue like heâs testing its sound. âThatâs a lovely name. Iâm Harry.â
Harry. It suits him somehow. Still, you canât help but glance at him out of the corner of your eye. His curls are messy, probably from standing in the cold too long, and his coat looks worn, but thereâs a warmth to him. Those green eyes, so striking, carry a sense of easeâlike heâs the last person in the world you should be afraid of.
Still, youâre not stupid. Sweet smiles and dimples donât guarantee safety.
âSo⊠where are you headed?â you ask, trying to keep your tone neutral while silently calculating how far you are from the nearest gas station or town. Somewhere with people. Witnesses.
He exhales, the sound almost a laugh. âHonestly? Just anywhere away from here.â He runs a hand through his curls, shaking his head. âMy car decided to betray me in the middle of nowhere. Tried to call for help, but of course, thereâs no signal. Classic, right?â
You manage a small laugh, though it feels forced. Your instincts are at warâone side whispering that this guy is harmless, the other screaming at you for stopping in the first place.
âWell,â you say, trying to sound composed, âyou got lucky I came by. Not a lot of cars out tonight.â
âNot a lot of kind people either,â Harry adds, his voice softer now. âI was starting to think Iâd be out there all night.â
His words linger in the air, and for a moment, you feel a pang of guilt. Maybe heâs just another unlucky soul, stranded and hoping for a break. Maybe youâre overthinking this. Or maybe this is exactly how every cautionary tale starts.
âSo, YN,â Harry says, breaking the silence again. His tone is light, conversational, as if this is the most normal thing in the world. âWhatâs a girl like you doing out here at this hour? Donât tell me youâre running away from something, too.â
The question catches you off guard, and your grip on the wheel tightens. âNo,â you reply quickly, a little too defensively. âJust⊠a long drive. Needed to clear my head.â
He hums in acknowledgment, not pushing further, and you feel a flicker of relief. He leans back in his seat, letting his head rest against the window. For a moment, you think heâs going to drift off, but then he glances at you again, his eyes almost piercing in their intensity.
âYouâve got this look,â he says, his voice quieter now. âLike youâre carrying the weight of the world.â
You donât respond right away, unsure how to take that. âYouâve known me for all of five minutes,â you finally say, trying to deflect with a weak smile. âBit of a bold assumption, donât you think?â
He chuckles softly. âMaybe. But Iâm pretty good at reading people.â
The car falls into a strange silence again, and you can feel his gaze shift back to the window. Thereâs something about himâsomething you canât quite put your finger on. Itâs not just the way he talks or the way he looks at you. Itâs the way he feels out of place, like he belongs in a story that hasnât been written yet.
And for reasons you canât explain, you let yourself keep driving.
There was some reason he canât take his eyes off of you, almost as if youâre a rare piece of art he couldnât help but admire.
âYou always pick up handsome strangers in the middle of the night?â He teases with a cheeky smirk on his features.
You glance over at him, briefly, before focusing back on the road. The way his smirk lingers, paired with those dimples, feels both disarming and maddeningly charming. âNot usually,â you reply, your tone even, though youâre acutely aware of his gaze on you. âJust the ones who look like theyâve had a rough night.â
He laughs at that, the sound soft and warm, filling the small space of the car. âLucky me, then,â he says, his accent turning the words into something smoother, like they carry more weight than they should. âAlthough, I think the luck might be yours. How often do you get to share a car with a proper English gentleman?â
You roll your eyes but canât help the small smile tugging at your lips. âEnglish gentleman, huh? You sound like a guy who gives himself that title. Let me guess, you also drink tea at every opportunity and say âcheerioâ unironically?â
His hand flies to his chest in mock offense, and he lets out a dramatic gasp. âCheerio? Absolutely not. What do you take me for, a walking British stereotype?â
âMaybe,â you shoot back, your tone playful now. âI mean, you did say your car âgave out,â and who even says that anymore?â
He chuckles again, his head tilting slightly as he studies you. âFair enough. But for the record, Iâm more of a coffee guy. And I donât say âcheerio.ââ His smirk returns, softer this time, as he adds, âI think you might be the first person to question my gentleman status, though. Most people just take one look at me and assume Iâm⊠irresistible.â
You snort, trying to stifle your laugh. âIrresistible? You really do think highly of yourself, donât you?â
âCan you blame me?â he quips, his voice teasing but not cocky. His gaze lingers again, softer now, almost contemplative. âBut Iâm serious. Youâve got this⊠way about you. Like youâre completely unimpressed by people like me, and I canât decide if itâs refreshing or terrifying.â
That catches you off guard, and you shift in your seat, the smile slipping from your face just a little. âPeople like you?â
He shrugs, the smirk still lingering but now tinged with something deeper. âYou know, the ones who talk too much, crack jokes, try to charm their way through life. The ones who should be lucky just to share the same space as someone like you.â
Your stomach flips at his words, a mix of unease and flattery youâre not quite sure how to handle. You keep your eyes on the road, focusing on the distant glow of headlights in the distance. âYouâve got a lot of opinions for someone who just met me.â
âMaybe,â he admits, leaning back in his seat and letting his gaze wander out the window. âBut you can tell a lot about someone in five minutes. Like how youâve got this look in your eyes, like youâre constantly bracing for something to go wrong.â
You freeze for just a moment, his words hitting closer to home than youâd like. âYouâre imagining things,â you say quickly, brushing it off with a casualness you donât really feel.
âMaybe I am,â he replies, his voice low and calm, like he doesnât quite believe you but wonât push. After a moment, he adds, almost to himself, âBut for some reason, I canât stop looking at you. Itâs like⊠youâre a puzzle, and I canât figure out the edges.â
You donât know what to say to that, so you settle for silence, the tension in the car shifting to something strange and unspoken. Outside, the road stretches endlessly ahead, the darkness pressing in on both sides. And for the first time since picking him up, you wonder if youâre the one being read, the layers of your carefully built armor peeling away under the weight of those deep green eyes.
Harry leans back in his seat, one hand resting casually on his knee as he studies you. His gaze, though soft, feels weightedâlike heâs trying to peel back layers you didnât even know you were wearing. After a beat of silence, he speaks, his voice low and curious.
âCan I ask you something, YN?â he says, his tone gentle, almost disarming.
You glance at him briefly before focusing back on the road. âSure,â you reply, though the way he says your name sends a faint chill up your spine.
âArenât you scared?â he asks, tilting his head slightly. âPicking up a male stranger in the middle of the night? Alone? I mean, you said it yourselfâthis isnât exactly normal behavior.â
You bite the inside of your cheek, his words triggering the voice of reason thatâs been screaming at you ever since you stopped the car. Your fingers tighten on the steering wheel, and you force a small laugh. âA little,â you admit, though your voice wavers slightly. âBut you donât seem like the scary type.â
Harryâs lips curl into a smile, one thatâs almost too perfectâdimples and all. âWell, I promise you, Iâm not some sort of serial killer,â he says lightly, his tone almost playful. âScoutâs honor.â
Something about his phrasing makes you laugh, and the tension in your chest easesâif only slightly. âIsnât that exactly what all serial killers say in the movies?â you tease, glancing at him briefly with a raised brow.
Harryâs smile widens, but thereâs a flicker of something behind his eyesâa shadow of a thought you canât quite catch. âTouchĂ©,â he says, leaning forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. His gaze never leaves you, as though heâs memorizing every detail of your face. âI suppose it would be the perfect cover, wouldnât it? A smile, a little charm⊠make yourself seem harmless enough, and no one suspects a thing.â
The way he says it sends a ripple of unease through you, and the playful smirk he wears only deepens the strange knot in your stomach. You force yourself to stay calm, trying to brush it off. âThatâs⊠a little creepy, donât you think?â you reply, half-joking.
Harry chuckles softly, the sound low and almost hypnotic. âMaybe. But if I were a killer, wouldnât I have already done something by now? Youâve got me here, alone, no witnesses. Seems like the perfect opportunity, doesnât it?â
Your heart skips a beat, and your hands grip the wheel tighter, your knuckles whitening. His voice is still light, teasing, but thereâs an undercurrent to his words that you canât quite place. You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, trying to gauge whether heâs just messing with you or if thereâs something darker lurking beneath the surface.
âAnd yet,â he continues, his tone softening again, âhere I am, just a guy stranded on the side of the road, grateful for the kindness of a beautiful stranger.â
Your throat feels dry as you swallow hard, forcing yourself to respond. âWell, for your sakeâand mineâI hope youâre telling the truth.â
He lets out another soft laugh, leaning back against the seat again. âOf course I am,â he says smoothly. But thereâs something about the way he says itâlike he knows more than heâs letting on. Like heâs enjoying this moment a little too much.
The road stretches on in front of you, the darkness pressing in from all sides, and for the first time, you start to wonder if stopping for Harry was the worst decision youâve ever made. Because while his smile is charming and his voice is calm, thereâs something about him that feels off. Like the quiet before a storm.
Harry shifts in his seat, his gaze flicking to you every so often, like heâs studying the curve of your profile, the way your fingers tap the wheel, the faint crease in your brow as you concentrate on the dark road ahead. The hum of the engine and the soft patter of the tires on asphalt are the only sounds filling the car now, a strange kind of peace settling between you two.
âHow farâs the city?â he asks casually, breaking the quiet, his voice smooth and easy, though thereâs a strange undertone to itâlike he already knows the answer but wants to hear you say it.
You glance at the dashboard clock before replying, âProbably around three hours. Give or take.â
Harry lets out a soft hum, leaning back in his seat, his head tilting toward you as though drawn by some invisible force. Three hours. Three uninterrupted hours with you. Itâs enough to make his heart race.
He lets the silence return, but his thoughts are anything but quiet. His mind is a storm of emotions and desiresâchaotic, consuming, and entirely focused on you. Thereâs something about you thatâs different. Itâs not just the way you look, though your beauty feels like something out of a dream. Itâs the way you hold yourself, the sharpness in your wit, the vulnerability you try to mask but canât fully hide. Youâre magnetic in a way he canât explain, and the more he sits beside you, the deeper his obsession grows.
He watches the soft glow of the dashboard lights reflect off your face, highlighting your cheekbones and the curve of your jaw. He wonders what it would feel like to trace that line with his fingers. To know the softness of your skin. To see you look at him not with the occasional suspicion that flashes in your eyes but with trust. Admiration. Love.
His thoughts spiral, wild and untamed, as his gaze lingers on you. What would it take for you to see him the way he already sees you? Would you ever understand how special you are? How perfect this moment is? You were meant to find him tonightâheâs sure of it. The universe wouldnât have aligned so perfectly otherwise.
His fingers twitch, his desire to reach out, to touch you, almost overwhelming. But no, not yet. He has time. Three hours to savor this moment, to bask in the glow of your presence, to solidify the bond heâs convinced youâre destined to share.
Youâre unaware of the storm raging in his mind, the way his chest tightens with every glance at you. You think the silence is peaceful, and in a way, it isâfor you. For Harry, itâs intoxicating. Maddening.
He forces himself to take a steady breath, his fingers curling into his palms as he tries to calm the fire within him. He doesnât want to scare you, not yet. Youâre like a delicate thread, and if he pulls too hard, you might snap.
So, he keeps his voice soft, his demeanor calm, though his thoughts are anything but. He smiles to himself, a small, secret smile, as he stares out the window at the endless darkness. You have no idea, he thinks, how utterly and completely youâve captured him.
And he plans to make sure you never get away.
As the silence stretches between you, Harry's mind spirals further into chaos. He shifts again in his seat, the seatbelt digging into his chest as his thoughts race uncontrollably. His green eyes flicker to the rearview mirror and then to the empty backseat, a dark thought taking hold of him. It's ridiculous, he knows, but the image is vivid, almost too vivid to push away-the two of you tangled together in the small space, your back arching against the leather as his hands grip your hips, holding you in place.
The idea sends a heat rushing through him, and he clenches his jaw, forcing his gaze back to the road ahead. But it's no use. His thoughts keep circling back, no matter how hard he tries to distract himself. The way your lips curve as you speak, the soft rise and fall of your chest as you breathe, the faint scent of your perfume that fills the carâit's driving him mad. You're so close, yet just out of reach, and it's enough to make him want to explode.
He imagines it so clearly: the way you'd look beneath him, your head thrown back, your lips parted in a gasp as he claims you. The sound of his name spilling from your mouth, a mix of moans and screams that would echo in his ears forever. The thought of marking you, leaving his fingerprints, his bruises, his everything on you-it consumes him. He wants you to be his, entirely his, in every possible way. To make sure no one else could ever have you, touch you, or even think of you the way he does.
His breathing becomes shallow as the lust builds inside him, threatening to take over. His hands clench into fists in his lap, his nails digging into his palms as he fights to regain control. Not yet, he tells himself. Not yet. You're driving, unaware of the wildfire burning inside him, and the last thing he wants is to ruin this perfect moment.
But his eyes betray him, flicking back to the rearview mirror, imagining again how easy it would be. The backseat seems like it was made for this-for you. He could pull you back there, coax you into his arms, and let his hands explore every inch of you. He'd take his time, memorizing the feel of your skin, the way your body reacts to his touch. You'd look so beautiful, so utterly perfect, with your cheeks flushed and your voice breaking as you beg for more.
Harry exhales sharply, trying to shake the thoughts from his mind. He turns his head slightly, stealing another glance at you, and it only makes things worse. The way your lips press together in concentration as you drive, the way your fingers drum softly against the steering wheel-it's enough to make him want to lose control.
He shifts again, trying to adjust himself discreetly, the tension in his body almost unbearable now. His lustful thoughts are a storm, loud and demanding, drowning out every ounce of reason he has left. He's trying to distract himself, to think of anything else, but it's no use. Every thought keeps looping back to you-your voice, your scent, your body, your everything.
You glance at him briefly, catching the flicker of something dark and unspoken in his eyes, but you brush it off as nothing. To you, he's still the stranded, grateful stranger, polite and charming, sitting quietly beside you.
But Harry's chest tightens as he fights the urge to act on the consuming need inside him. His teeth graze his bottom lip, his mind racing. He's never felt like this beforeâ this overwhelming obsession, this uncontrollable desire. And it terrifies him. But it also excites him, in a way he can't even begin to describe.
For now, he forces himself to stay still, to keep his hands in his lap and his voice calm. But his thoughts? His thoughts are far from calm. They're filled with you, with every possible way he wants to have you. And the longer he sits beside you, the harder it becomes to stop himself from making you his. Completely, utterly, and irrevocably his.
Harryâs voice cuts through the silence, a casual curiosity in his tone that makes you glance at him briefly. âYou donât have a boyfriend yet, do you?â
You raise an eyebrow, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected question. You keep your eyes on the road, trying to process his words. âHow did you know?â you ask, voice light, though you canât quite place the reason why it feels like an oddly personal question.
Harry shrugs slightly, a devil-may-care smile curling on his lips. âJust a guess,â he says nonchalantly. âNo man in his right mind would let a gorgeous girl like you be alone at night for this long. Either that or youâve got a terrible taste in men.â
His words hit you with an unexpected warmth. You laugh, a soft chuckle escaping your lips, trying to hide the flutter of something that rises in your chest. It feels like heâs teasing you, and yet thereâs a charm in his tone, something alluring and carefree that makes it hard not to feel a little⊠flattered.
âTerrible taste, huh?â you reply, half-joking, your eyes flickering back to him. âWell, maybe Iâve just been too picky.â
Harryâs smirk deepens, a glint of mischief dancing in his green eyes. He leans forward slightly, his voice low, as if sharing a secret. âMaybe I can be your new boyfriend,â he suggests, his tone playful but with a teasing undertone that makes your pulse quicken. âSave you from your bad taste?â
You laugh again, this time more freely, the sound light and natural. âOh really?â you reply, shaking your head with a mock skeptical smile. âYou think you could do a better job?â
Harryâs gaze flickers to you, a knowing glint in his eyes, as if heâs sure heâs exactly what you need, even though youâre not quite sure how to respond. âI mean,â he says, his smile widening, âyou wouldnât know until you tried, would you?â
The playful banter between the two of you continues, the tension that had briefly been present starting to dissipate, replaced by a light-hearted connection that feels easy and natural. But beneath the surface of the conversation, Harryâs thoughts still swirl with that same obsessive desire. Heâs enjoying the game, enjoying the way you laugh, the way your eyes twinkle when you tease him back. But deep down, heâs already picturing what it would look like if he were your boyfriend. How it would feel to have you close, to make you hisâcompletely, entirely, and without question.
For now, though, he lets the teasing continue, enjoying the playfulness between you, and the undeniable pull he feels toward you. But he knows, deep down, that this is only the beginning. This is just the start of whatâs to come. And heâs more than willing to wait for the moment when youâll be his.
Harryâs smirk widens as you teasingly reply, âMaybe.â He canât help it; his pulse quickens at your words. Heâs always been good at reading people, but with you, everything feels like an exciting gameâone heâs eager to win.
He leans in a little, his arm stretching out to rest on the console between you, positioning himself closer. His breath hitches slightly as he catches the scent of your perfume again, the warmth of your presence filling the car. Heâs trying to remain casual, but he canât help it; his thoughts are moving too fast, pulling him deeper into the haze of attraction.
âGive me some hope at least, moon flower,â he says, his voice softer now, almost intimate. âLet me know Iâve got a shot.â
His eyes never leave you as he waits for your response, and when you tease him back, saying, âOkay, you do. You have a shot at it,â Harryâs grin stretches across his face, almost too excited for his own good. Itâs as if heâs won something. Something he canât quite put into words yet, but it feels like a step toward getting closer to you.
He sits up straighter, a surge of confidence overtaking him. His gaze moves over your figure with a deliberation that makes your stomach flutter. The way his eyes drink in the details of your face, your body, makes you feel⊠noticed. Seen.
âThatâs one hell of a boost for my ego,â Harry says, his voice dripping with a mix of playful arrogance and genuine admiration. âIâve got a chance with the most beautiful girl Iâve ever laid my eyes on.â
The words hang in the air for a moment, and you can feel the intensity of his gaze. Itâs flattering, but thereâs something else in his lookâsomething deeper, something more consuming than mere compliments. Itâs as if heâs claiming you in some unspoken way. His eyes linger a little too long, and though heâs trying to be playful, thereâs a certain hunger there that catches you off guard.
A part of you wants to laugh it off, but another part of you⊠well, another part of you canât quite deny the effect his words have on you. The way his confidence oozes, the way he seems to have you completely captivated even when heâs just speaking casually.
You force your gaze back to the road, but the tension between you both feels different now. Itâs charged, electricâfilled with unspoken possibilities. Harry, however, doesnât let up. His eyes keep studying you, as if trying to decipher every little detail about you. His lips curl into a smile thatâs both triumphant and knowing.
The atmosphere in the car shifts. The lightness of the teasing still hangs in the air, but thereâs a deeper layer nowâone that feels almost like a promise. Harryâs made it clear: heâs not here for just a simple ride. Heâs here to win your attention, your affection, to make sure you know exactly how much he wants you. And as he watches you, he knows heâs already made his mark on you in some way, whether you realize it yet or not.
The air between you thickens, charged with the energy of his words. Harry's voice lowers, almost like a secret. "This might sound crazy since I hardly know you," he says, his gaze flickering from your face to your lips, then back to your eyes. "But I really, really want to kiss you."
The intensity of his gaze, the weight of his words, sends a rush of heat to your chest.
Your heart skips a beat, then races faster than before. You know it's reckless, impulsive, but it's as if something deep inside you is responding to him, telling you to act, to do something. But before you can process the surge of emotions, your foot slams down on the brake pedal without warning.
Harry's eyes widen, his body thrown forward by the sudden stop. His hands instinctively grip the console as he stumbles against the force of the car halting.
"Jesus!" he exclaims, his voice laced with shock, his pulse spiking.
You breathe shakily, your hands still gripping the steering wheel as the car finally comes to a stop. The silence in the car is thick with anticipation. Harry's heart is racing, not just from the sudden stop, but from the way you're looking at him now-there's something different in your eyes. Something that mirrors the craving he's been feeling.
When the shock of the stop wears off, Harry turns to you, his breath coming in quick bursts. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he stares at you.
"Why the hell did you stop the car like that, love?" he asks, his voice rough, his brows furrowed in both confusion and curiosity.
Your eyes lock with his, and something shifts. The walls you'd both been playing behind-teasing, joking-begin to crumble. His question hangs in the air between you like a challenge. But then, without saying another word, you lean toward him. A glint of something darker passes over your face.
"Because I wanted to do this," you whisper, and without waiting for any further hesitation, your lips crash into his.
The kiss is immediate and intense, born out of the tension that's been building ever since he first got into the car. His lips are soft but urgent, pulling you closer. There's no room for uncertainty anymore; only the heat of the moment, the heat of his body pressing against yours, the heat of desire crackling between you both.
Harry responds eagerly, his hand reaching to cup your jaw, fingers threading into your hair as he deepens the kiss, his lips moving hungrily against yours. The taste of him is intoxicating, sending a pulse of warmth straight to your core. His kiss is fierce, as if he's been waiting for this moment just as much as you. His tongue brushes against yours, a soft, tantalizing pressure that makes you lose yourself in the sensation.
For a brief moment, nothing else matters-the world outside the car, the consequences, the lingering doubt. All of it fades away as you both succumb to the pull of each other, driven by something stronger than logic or reason. The kiss feels like a release, the pent-up tension from the entire ride coming to fruition in one passionate, desperate embrace.
When you finally break away, your breaths are ragged, both of you still close, your foreheads resting against each other. Your pulse is wild, your heart pounding in your chest, and you can't help but smile at the way he looks at you now-his eyes dark with desire, filled with a hunger that matches your own.
Harry grins, a satisfied, almost predatory look crossing his face. "Well... I guess I got what I wanted," he murmurs, his lips barely brushing against yours as he speaks.
But you know this isn't over. The tension between you both is only just beginning, and neither of you can walk away from it now.
âGod, youâre so hot,â Harry mutters against your lips, the hand not on your face sneaking down to your thigh, his fingers gently squeezing the flesh through your jeans. Heâs getting drunk on you, addicted to the feeling of your lips on his. Heâs never before felt this way, itâs like something in him has snapped in half, the primal and possessive side of him awakening. He doesnât want to let you go.
The kiss gets more heated, the sweet gestures replaced by desperate and hungry ones. Harryâs fingers dig into your thigh almost possessively, his head tilting to deepen the kiss even more.
His tongue runs over your lower lip, begging for entrance.
As soon as you grant him access his tongue immediately pushes inside your mouth, exploring every inch of your wet cavern hungrily. Itâs as if he wants to devour you. His hand moves up from your thigh to your waist, pulling you closer, trying to get the most possible body contact.
âYouâre driving me insane, princessâŠâ Harry mumbles against your lips, one hand now gently gripping your chin, holding you in place. Heâs practically addicted to the way your mouth feels on his, youâve unleashed something primal in him, something he has trouble controlling.
âYour car is like.. a perfect spot for this, love,â Harry comments, his lips moving off of yours, down to your jawline. He begins kissing the skin there as he speaks, âPlenty of space⊠dark, private⊠you should park somewhere. I bet your backseats are really comfortable.â
There was no denying that he get want he wants and youâre now his⊠and this is just the beginning
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My thoughts on the Yandere Arcane Au
Tw: sorry y'all not good at writing yandere, yandere content
Okay before we get started we need to talk about what this universe of the undersity looks like pre- time skip. Honestly I think that this univers had a lot more progression in term of revolution and a lot less shimmer. Also considering the fact that Vander and Silco were able make up after Vi's death makes me think there was a lot less bloodshed between the two over the years. I mean of course silco when and found the note vander left but the fact that the crew is all laughing and partying together means there has to be new layers of loyalty amongst the crew caused by Vi's death.
Yandere's Vander and Silco:
OH GOD!!!! These two I swear, I honestly feel like in terms of protectiveness Vander would actually be worse. I mean he watched Vi die in the attack so you have that. He would not want to lose another.
If Vander was a platonic yandere, yeah no, your never leaving the Last Drop without him ever again. The trama he has from Vi is crazy. But if it was a romantic situation, he would be a little more lenient.
Now for platonic yandere Silco. I feel like a lot of protectiveness would come from a place of guilt and attonment. I mean his actions killed Vi during the pre-timeskip in this universe and he is probably still feel's guilty for that despite the fact that he has been forgiven.
So I feel like bring a young obsession or kid into the mix, would make him feel like he needs to make amends for what he did. Not only to prove to himself but for the others aswell that no other will die under his care.
Now them as a pair, would go crazy platonic or not. We need to remember something the two are brothers and the the pillars of the undercity. So the levels of communication and partnership are already there. There abilities to unite people would probably be where a lot of the Yanderness of the crew starts to fester. Always having someone with you, eyes and ears all over Zaun, and generally not being fucked with or else you'll have two of the powerhouse's of Zaun on you doorstep.
If this was romantic, they would share, God damn it. I don't know what it is but they would share, I just know it. You would be the king/queen of the Zaun in Silco's eyes, Vander hates it because he feels like if bring to much attention to you. Your always with on or the other. Silco defininatly spoils you, I mean you know he would.
Here me out, I feel like they both also have some fears from what happened to Felicia, so that definitly are supper on edge all the time because of that. One of both of them had to have liked her romantically, I was felling the vibes during the flashback.
Okay but I feel like they would be worse than the adults, in terms of platonic yandere's. Like we saw Vi's death really fucked them up. You would 100% be the Vi replacement. Expecally if you were older than them.
With Powder , it would be the worst. She wouldn't be violent, but more manipulative in certain ways., 100% a guilt tripper. Then would rope the other into it as well. Saying things to you about how you remind them so much of Vi, and there protection is just so you don't end up like her, so you should never leave them.
You probably wouldn't go on jobs, mostly saying in the last drop with Vander and Benzo. Maybe they let you go into Piltover, but you are always with someone. But never in the more dangerous parts of Zaun that have yet to be changed, and you still got to worry about the grey. the wouldn't want ther baby breathing in all that polluted air.
With a younger obsession, your never leaving there sights again. Even if you were a year younger than them, your getting little siblinged so hard. They have so much more experience now and realize all of the thing they did as kids was dumb and dangerous. They probably teach you how to fight just in case they are not there. But that is unlikely considering how mother hen they all are. If you ever when parkouring like they used to in piltover you would get an earful.
Powder and Ekko would make you little trinkets and gadgets. They'd make things to lure you in and bribe you. Or to love bomb you when you complain they are being to overprotective.
They would be so affectionate. Powder and Claggor the most, we all saw that scene with Claggor and Milo during the dance. Honestly I feel like Milo would be affectionate in the annoying older brother way, like ruffeling you hair and picking you. Ekko would be affectionate when you inationating it.
In tems of duos we would have Claggor with Milo and Powder with Ekko. Milo is the one to tease you alot, but he means well. He probably thinks he's the funnies guy on the planet, when in reality it's probably Claggor. Milo seems like the more aggressive on in terms of yandere's. He is the jokester character but see seems more scared that something might happen to you. That make him more aggressive and paranoid. While Claggor is more level headed and perceptive, but don't be mistaken, he has build and is the stronger of the two
Between Powder and Ekko, Powder is the one you need to worry about. She lost her older sister, Powder was the youngest of the group, so in her mind she is kind of filling Vi's role as older siblng, and must protect you like Vi did her. Should someone try to hurt there darling, Powder is the impulsive one but Ekko is the deadlier one between the two. Ekko is calm and more laid back, but he seems like he has the patience to go in for the kill on the first strike. Silent but deadly.
Now with romance, there all into you, sorry not sorry. I actually don't think they would have the company to share a darling. Powder and Ekko, maybe? But Claggor and Milo, definitly not. Milo would be that last to realize that everyone is pinning after the same darling, there all pretty perceptive so it wouldn't take them long to figure it out amongst eachother.
You would never have any partners, they would scare them all away. Powder would be the dustrusstful one spreading seed of dought anytime someone would flirt with you, saying there not good enought for you. Ekko and Claggor would be the intimidating ones, Ekko has the deadly glare while Claggor has the build to scare off any potital suitors. Milo is one of two, he is the one who likes to claim you already taken, usually with him saying he's you boyfriend, or the physical aggression type. He will get kind of pissy wanting your attention kind of annoying the person flirting with you. Then maybe ruffing the person's up after they leave your earshot so you don't see.
They would all try to one up each other in there own ways Claggor is the more laid-back type and lenient of yandere, so he would milk you needing to escape from the other craziness. Powder is clingy type and needs to be near you always. Ekko seems like the silent type, always lurking in the shadows, the man always has his eyes on you and knows where you are. Milo seems like the possessive and aggressive. Not aggressive in the, I'm going to hurt you type of way but someone else for looking at you the wrong type of way.
No matter who you end up with its going to be messy, I'm sure of it.
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Not Alone Part 2 (Medication)(Eddie X You)
A/N: This is what I mentioned writing the other night and is a part to this ask here.
I want to say that I have had so many experiences with medications since I was diagnosed with my mental health issues in 2016. I had watched it help people like myself after so many trials and errors and I've watched it hurt people to their core. I've been physically hurt to the point where I was vomiting and curled up on the bathroom floor. I've had pills that messed with my brain chemistry to the point a friend found me sobbing on the floor terrified I was going to die. All that fun stuff and to be honest the worst part was no feeling heard.
I would tell doctors how much pain I was in and they would tell me it was normal. After a couple of days I would tell them something wasn't right and I was told to give it more time. It wasn't until 2019 I finally found a doctor who worked with me and realized that my brain and stomach are extremely sensitive to meds and we have to start on the lowest doses first before moving up. Ive been on my current set of pills since then and it's changed my life.
Of course, mental health meds don't fix everything and I was suggested a vitamin that help with calming your mind. Yesterday, I took and what the reader feels about her quiet mind is how I felt. I didn't know what to do with myself. Honestly, I just wanted to be held and told everything is ok.
But yeah, my advise to you is trust your gut. If you want to take medication and notice somethings off voice your concern. If you don't like what a drug does or how it affects you, say something. DO NOT let a doctor walk all over you. If I've learned anything over the last few years, it's that all doctors are human and like humans...they make mistakes and can be assholes.
Warnings: Mentions of mental health concerns, details on medication symptoms (tummy ache, vomiting, change in personality, quiet mind), feels of "being a bother" More then anything this is Eddie taking care of you and him making sure you're ok. Mr. White Knight <3.
Word Count: 1579
âOk and what should we be on the lookout for?â, Eddie asks as his hand remains intertwined with yours.Â
The doctor you had just met at the insistence of your family heavily exhaled as your boyfriend asked him another question that seemed to annoy him.Â
âLook, Mr. Munson, sheâs going to be fine. This medication helps so many people to be relaxed and quiet their mind. At most, sheâll be so relaxed that you both will get a good nightâs sleep. Now, I do have other patients waiting.â
As he begins to walk the door, the metalhead starts to follow before you grab his elbow and pull him back.Â
âStop it, freak.â, you tease as he tosses you a smile back.Â
âHey, I just want to know that youâre safe. I donât like seeing you in pain or anything. I know your depression tells you no one cares but I do.â
Beaming up at him, you pull his lips to yours as he wraps his arms around you to hug you to his chest.Â
***
âY/N? How are you feeling so far, baby?â
It had been about an hour since you took the antidepressant the doctor recommended and Eddie noticed within 5 minutes of taking it your entire body language changed. You seemedâŠheavierâŠas if there was a weight baring down on you and folding your frame.Â
His careful eyes followed you around the trailer as you silently grabbed a water bottle and sat cross legged on the couch to watch tv. The thing wasâŠhe could tell in your eyes that you werenât really paying attention. You seemed to be looking through the tv instead of comprehending anything going on.Â
âIâmâŠIâm ok.â
âCan you give me more than that, please?â, Eddie asked as he sat down beside you.
âIâmâŠcalm. I donât feel anything really. LikeâŠIâm relaxed butâŠI kind of just want to curl up into a ball.â, you mumble raising another red flag in his brain.Â
âWhy is that do you think?â
âItâs going to sound dumb.â, you sigh as you hang your head.Â
âHey.â, he coos as his fingers lift your chin. âNothing you say is dumb to me. Iâm a freak remember?â
Eddie smirks at the sound of your laugh but even that sounds out of place. This particular metalhead was never a fan of medication. He believed it worked and helped people but in his experience it made things worse. His uncle once tried to put him on ADHD medication when he was a boy and promptly took him off it when he noticed his nephewâs personality completely change. In later years, weed helped calm him down along with his music and creating a campaign for Hellfire.Â
You had told him once, you struggled with finding your purpose. Your family made you believe that paying bills and working a desk job is normal. Itâs the only thing in realty that was attainable.
With him, he showed you a new world that you absolutely loved and encouraged you to try new things like writing or learning an instrument for yourself. Since you had started seeing him, you felt like someone cared and put you first, constantly making you feel wanted and seen.Â
Throughout your time together, he watched a personality unfold that made him fall more in love with you every day and truth be told he was terrified that medication would strip that away but if it could help you be happy and achieve your dreams than he was open to the idea. Â
âMy mindâŠhas never been quiet. As far as I can remember somethingâs beenâŠbuzzing around in there, you know? ThisâŠthis scares meâŠI donât knowâŠwhat to do with the silence.â
Eddieâs heart cracks listening to your explanation as he pets your head and kisses your temple.Â
âWell, sweetheart, things will never be silent with me as your boyfriend.â
Giggling, you crawl into his lap and melt into his embrace as he softly plays with your hair.
***
Three hours later the energy changed as you felt a pain in your stomach you had never felt before. Rushing to the bathroom, you threw up over and over again as Eddie held your hair back.Â
âEverythingâs ok, baby.â, he whispered before turning his attention to the phone next to his ear. âNo, I donât fucking care that heâs not there! Then give me another fucking doctor to talk to. My girlfriend hasnât stopped throwing up in the last thirty minutes. I refuse to believe thatâs fucking normal!â
âLook, sir, thereâs nothing we can do about it over the phone and like I said with mental health medication, it is common for it to cause the symptoms sheâs experiencing. After a while, they will go away.â
âWhat is âa whileâ?â
âUsually after 2 weeks, your body gets used to theââ
âOh, hell no! Youâre saying sheâs going to be in this much pain for that long?! What about her job, her life, her fucking sanity!? Arenât these pills supposed to help with the depression!? How does that help!?â
âEddieâŠâ, you cry as you try to reach for his arm to calm him down.Â
âListen, we have an opening for you to see her doctor tomorrow morning. Bring her in and we can take a look.â
âYeah weâll do that.â, he sasses before hanging up the phone. âHere, sweetheart. Drink some of this water and then weâll go lay down ok?â
âIâm sorry.â, you sob causing him to grab a tissue to wipe your eyes.Â
âYou have nothing to be sorry forââ
âIâm causing problems. Iâm making things difficult for youââ
âNo, baby, No. Listen to me, Y/N. The only thing thatâs difficult for me is watching you hurt like this. I knew that fucker wasnât taking you seriously. I swear to God when we get in there tomorrowââ
âPleaseâŠI just wanna lay down.â
Nodding, Eddie careful lifts you and lays you in his bed, bringing the covers up over your frame. After placing a trashcan by the bed and the water on his nightstand, he crawls in behind you and pulls you into his arms, gently kissing your shoulder as he listens to your breath.Â
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âAlright, Miss Y/L/N, now I heard you were having some symptoms in regard to the medication andââ
âSheâs not taking that bullshit anymore. Check her over and make sure sheâs not dehydrated or needs a hospital and then you can fuck off.â, Eddie growled from his place in front of you like the protector he was.Â
âListen thereâs no need forââ
âThereâs a huge fucking need. She came to you for help and you just toss any drug at her without really speaking to her about her history?! You didnât properly warn her about the side effects. Trust me, the most that happened wasnât âa good nightâs sleepâ. She threw up half the fucking night and sobbed in arms. Do you know what thatâs like?! Having someone you love being in pain and feel so fucking helpless?!â
The doctor cleared his throat as he sighed.Â
âShe said it calmed her mind but to an extent she didnât know how to handle. You donât just thrust someone into that. You have to ease them in so they donât get overwhelmed. You should know thatâŠor did years in medical school strip you have your humanity and common fucking sense?â
âLet, um, let me look her over here.â
Eddieâs intense eyes watched the doctor as he checked you out and you confirmed you felt better since you didnât take the pill again for day 2.Â
âShe seems fine and one day on the drug wonât hurt her mentally. I recommend a day to rest and then sheâll be as she was.â
The metalhead, seemingly satisfied with his answer, took you in his arms and gently placed you on the tile.Â
âIâm not trying to be a dick, doctor. Sheâs been through so much already and all by herself. Lord knows Iâm not perfect but if I can help her I will. You dropped the ball here, sir, and I hope you donât again.â
***
âThank you.â, you murmur as your arms wrap tighter around him while you both lay in bed listening to the music and the rain outside. âFor standing up for me. My family and doctors always treat me like Iâm being overdramatic.â
âNo, baby, youâre not. You deserve to be heard. My momâs medication used to make her sick all the time and she would brush it off saying it was part of the process. I know they helped her with her pain butâŠâ
âWill you help me look into maybe some alternatives? Something that can help me without changing or hurting me? Or maybe we can find a doctor that will work with meâŠâ
âOf course, sweetheart.â, he coos as he kisses your forehead. âYouâre not an inconvenience or a problem by the way. You say that a lot when youâre low. I really do like helping you and or taking care of you. Youâve always been there for me and I see how you are with other people including some that donât deserve your kindness. You deserve to have someone help you take the reins from time to time.â
âWhat did I do to deserve you, Eddie Munson?â, you smile up at him.Â
His chest vibrates as he laughs and grins down at you.Â
âI donât know. Probably some voodoo chant or dance or something.âÂ
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Eddie Asks
#eddie munson#eddie fanfic#eddie munson fluff#eddie stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things#joseph quinn#joseph quinn fluff#joseph quinn fanfiction#joseph quinn stranger things#fan fiction#eddie munson fanfic#eddie x reader#eddie x y/n#eddie x fem!reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#you matter#you are not alone#you are loved#you are worthy#you are beautiful#you are enough
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I think that Dean is honestly one of the best eldest siblings ever written. I'm currently on season 9 and I'm still deeply affected by the ending of season 2. As an older sister myself who had to look after my little sister and fix up her wounds when my parents weren't around I know how it feels. It's so rare to see such a well portrayed parentified older sibling and I'm grateful for it. I particularly like how they are written, a lot of people hate Dean for his misogynistic view of women especially in the earlier seasons and honestly at first I was a little disturbed by it and then I realised it was actually so accurate, what I'm trying to say is that Dean never got to be a child, the way he jokes about literally everything and seems to be a 'womaniser' is because he wants to be noticed. I don't want anyone to start saying 'no it's because of his mommy issues' shut up it's not!!! He has to put on an act, a persona and he chose the persona of a womaniser who doesn't give a shit about anyone and doesn't care much about objectifying women in public because he wants to be seen that way. He wanted his little brother to look up to him and see a father figure. I know it doesn't make much sense really but I get it, it's hard because at the same time I'm very aware he's written by men and what I'm analysing is just my view on this but, to write a man who cries so often, who shows so often vulnerability that to men with a fragile masculinity see as 'pathetic' (aka John) seems to be opposing the other side of his character who is a douche bag, it seems to me that it was written purposely. Dean is nothing like his father, he isn't a douche with a fragile masculinity, he is vulnerable and he cares so deeply about everyone. He had to put up this persona in order to survive, because he needed to be seen as the tough guy with strength and who doesn't let women be his equal, he was playing the part of a misogynistic douche to survive. Again that's just how I see it, but his character development to me is honestly the biggest proof of that, he got tired over the years of playing this role and then Castiel arrived and I believe that he showed him that men are really nothing, that the world is much bigger than himself and I think Castiel's arrival gave him faith, it's a faith he had never had before, the proof that God exists no matter if he cares or not, he exists and that I think changed everything, he was saved by this angel who saw in him a great potential. For the first time in his life he was the first choice, he was seen as who he really is so he dropped his act and little by little became the good man he was always.
Again I'm pretty tired I should have been asleep hours ago and I'm just yapping but yeah I miss my sister and god he's so relatable, I wish an angel could save me like me when I'm tired
feel free to debate with me thehehe
i love to read too much into things like ik it's not that deep but leave me alone I like making things deep
#supernatural#spn#supernatural fandom#dean winchester#sam and dean#dean spn#jensen ackles#john winchester#sam winchester#castiel#supernatural meta
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so, uh, I do this thing when I'm bored or need to calm myself and that's telling myself a story. typically i do fics and in my head unless im completely alone. yes, I love talking to myself
these stories goes on and on, like i flesh out a whole plot and everything. it might as well be a whole book and sometimes it helps me get pass a trick part in a fic im writing or helps me work out the plot. it also sometimes gets written down because I'm like "this worth writing down"
this going to be long. read if you dare đ
now the reason why I'm telling yall this is because my best buddy, @the-torchwood-magician , got me hook on Malcolm Merlyn. We both love his character and would talk for hours about him like we're teenagers in heat đ€Łđ€Ł
we also both love Ianto Jones and I honestly do not need explain why đ. They introduce me to a ship, which I had no clue it existed, that consisted of Malcolm and Ianto. Even introduced me to a few fics and let me tell yall, I'm interested and hook.
My current story I'm telling myself consist of the pair, where Ianto gets hire as Malcolm assistant (similar to how Felicity is Oliver assistant) and Malcolm is suspicious that the young man is perfect for the job, even perfect for a higher position. Which shocks him because either something isn't right or the guy is just really smart for his age and modest.
He hires him anyway because of his genuine curiosity and Ianto fits in quickly. He works hard and efficiently, even knows what Malcolm needs before he asks him. Malcolm grew fond of him, appreciate his contribute to the company and him. Though that didn't make his suspicions go away so he did a background check. clean records so he had to go old fashion, but little does he knows Ianto isn't the one to share or talk.
yes, this a love story. a slow one in matter of fact
they're relationship won't have a label. this is because I'm pulling a James Wilson, which is Ianto is convinced he's straight but he's still in the closet and in denial despite having feelings for his boss/friend. Also Malcolm heart belongs to his dead wife so he's sort torn between that and his new boy lover.
this won't have a happy ending... letting yall know. I'm like a rabid dog when there's a happy ending, but there will be a twist in the end. basically a cliffhanger
question is... should I put this on ao3..
#writing rambles#writer on ao3#writer on tumblr#ao3 writer#arrow#arrowverse#malcolm merlyn#dark archer#torchwood#ianto jones#very gay#malcolm x ianto
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So I got a very interesting glitch in a new playthrough of bg3
That angle tho. Dear god . And wylls face is hilariously fitting
#im gonna try and play my vision of wyll#just some guy who always wanted to be good enough and who wanted to aÄpunt of something outside of his father's shadow#amount to*#and he fancies himself a hero and acts heroically and is almost arrogant smd all high and mighty about it#acting morally superior bc he clearly is doing the right thing and he sacrifices everything and gives himself completely to save others#but he still feels like a fraud... like he's acting out a role or playing a character#like he's nothimg outside of the title the blade of frontiers#and sometimes he feels resentful of all he's had to give up to keep up with this image he presents of himself#and theres Mizora who constantly manipulates him too bc its so easy to her to send him spiralling#and watching him get worse#phew honestly wyll had soooo much potential to be interesting and explore such complex issues of morslity and what it means to be a good#person and etc#honestly they should have let me write him#đ#baldur's gate 3#bg3#lu screams
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You guys!! Dal's captain arc in season two is literally him just learning to trust that people will watch out for him and care about him and the institutions that are supposed to keep him safe and his crew safe and actually have his best interest at heart, I'm not the only one who thinks this right?? <- girl who thought too hard about Dal R'El and now needs to write an essay and maybe cry a little about him
#star trek prodigy#dal r'el#i might legitimately write that essay post#cause its like!! he's lived his entire life having no one to rely on but himself until the protostar#and he wants to trust starfleet and it makes *sense* to#but being in command âmaking the big movesâ is what kept him SAFE#its what saved him and his crew. he could see all the variables for himself. put together a plan himself.#he didn't have to rely on anyone else but his crew because EVERYONE else let him down before them. everyone.#and quite a few people after too.#being asked to give that control up? to trust someone else with his life with his CREWS lives?#no wonder he struggled so much#and after the mid season finale? when he AGREED that starfleet upper management should be the ones to send the protostar back#when its directly tied to gwyn's life?#it was such a big moment for him. honestly to me it was his biggest breakthrough of the season#it's such an understated moment but it matters SO MUCH to his character and his arc this season#i have more to say actually does anyone wanna see me write a dal essay đđ
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Okay this is the *actual* last comment, for real, but I just found out Spider is now smearing me as a convert and accusing me of being involved with drama I was not involved with because he mistakenly attributed my apologies for his public temper tantrum as being about something unrelated.
THIS IS A FALSE ACCUSATION and I do not appreciate having yet another bit of fake malicious intent falsely ascribed to my actions and* attributing a completely unrelated attack to me.
Also, it's very sad and disappointing whenever a Jew gets mad at a convert because something else is going on in the Jew's life and the convert happens to be in the splash zone and the Jew falls over backwards to smear the convert and invalidate her faith.
Just....the childish aggression is making me so, so sad and disappointed, from someone I used to think very highly of, who is now lying about me and publicly smearing me with false accusations based on a conflict he started because he misinterpreted something I said and I went out of my way to give him the benefit of the doubt when trying to clear up the mistake HE MADE that led him to decide bullying and attacking me for three fucking days was appropriate and okay and that I'm the bad guy for saying it's wildly unprofessional to behave like this in public to a former customer face.
Sorry, but facts, reality, linear time and the truth of what I actually said and did are on my side here, and I will not stand for being smeared and attacked and shat all over because I had the gall to try to kindly resolve his uncalled for, unjustified temper tantrum.
I am also not sorry that I left a side note in the tags that it was also unacceptable for HIM to drag his daughter into a stupid internet slapfight based on his own reading comprehension failure. Because it was and is unacceptable, and she needs to hear that message from someone.
End of story. Keep digging that hole as long as you like, Spider. It's not helping your case and is continuing to make you look progressively worse and more unreasonable, and the only person you have to blame is yourself.
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#don't buy from nerdykeppie#all receipts are under this tag#if you're so offended because my reporting on the things you say and do makes you look bad maybe the problem is you#this whole thing was completely needless#and yet he is continuing to DARVO me because he's pissed that his usual method of smugly lashing out at people over their poor reading#comprehension doesn't work when it's him who failed to comprehend what I wrote in the first place#also REAL FUCKING INCHRESTING that he's lying about me being involved in the jewvestigation of him so he responds by......jewvestigating me#lol#lashon hara. maybe he should study it sometime.#and maybe he'll learn warning others about poor behavior from a business so they don't waste their money there is not lashon hara#but honestly I doubt it because he's never going to let go of his desperate complex about always being the smartest raddest dude in the roo#it looks pathetic and I think he realizes that or he wouldn't have had such a dramatic extended meltdown over the things *he* said to *me*#I also still find it funny that he has conveniently forgotten to address the whole âhey bud your timeline doesn't add upâ part#and I think that's because he knows if he were to address the proof that he didn't remember it correctly he would be forced to admit that h#threw a massive shitfit at someone for no reason because his memory got mixed up#so so funny that he can't come up with an answer for that#almost like! he knows he fucked up bigtime and is scrambling to make himself the victim!#also funny that âworrying about someone who was dragged into a fight by a bullyâ got twisted into sneakily scheming to turn her against him#I'm not a scheming plotter I'm worried because the behavior you showed your child in public was wildly inappropriate TO HER.#it's sad! It's fucking sad and embarrassing and hypocritical and immature and SAD!#but the pretend me other people are attacking because they made shit up is none of my business#if he wants to keep writing fanfic about me he can go right ahead#because again#the more he talks the worse he looks#the more he digs this hole the deeper he gets mired in his own muck#and it's not my job to bend over backwards to keep him from experiencing the natural consequences of his actions.#I really should learn the lesson that people who are snide assholes in one situation are usually snide assholes across the board#really the worst part is knowing I defended him when he threw tantrums like this before#that's what I regret and feel guilty about: that I backed up his shitty behavior and gave it legitimacuy#that was wrong of me and I'm sorry for every time I jumped in as one of his flying monkeys
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fun fact, during my first fully blind playthrought of bg3 I honestly thought gale was the writers' favourite if nothing else because of how much varied dialogue he had. like I never reallly had a conversation with astarion that wasn't about his trauma, his vampirism or how boring I am for not wanting to take over a cult but I knew all of gale's hobbies, two or three childhood's anecdotes and the whole history of tara, who he was making plans to introduce to me later.
#like i was honestly feeling sorry that astarion wasn't allowed even a single conversation about idk the fucking weather#i think because subconscously I was also comparing it to da2 which was careful to try to give characters more than just their trauma so#so I was like poor astarion he's just the trauma character#and then i found out HE was god's specialest princess#despite the fact that the official specialest princess still got conversatons about things that aren't her trauma DESPITE HAVING AMNESIA#bg3#i don't even know where I am going about this it's just something that really stuck out to me about the writing#anyway thank god larian immediately set me straight and let me know my beloved wizard is actually the writers punching bag#god forbid I break my strike of not being wild over the more popular character in an rpg I guess#oh and they let me know i was supposed to be annoyed rather than going oh man I am glad I am learning so much about gale#like I understood why lae'zel had less content and expected her to have more in act 3 which she didn't but whatever#she should have#i mean now having played with everyone in the party for the whole game they all need more content but still#like astarion has more content than anyone else but also somehow I know less about him than anyone and like why
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I can fix him*
*bad writing, underutilized gameplay mechanics, characters with unfulfilled potential, funded by bootlickers
#ra speaks#personal#sorry I made dr phone calls and have like. ten minutes til I gotta get ready for first class of the semester. let me have this.#I think I should get every COD game ever for free. itâs MY tax dollars at work after all (actually anything produced w us military funding#should be free I think I can trap even my bootlicker tax hating dad into getting onboard w this one)#anyways. ghosts wasâŠdecent. but jfc if you give me a silent protag I expect SOME self awareness in the writing.#why are characters calling to him on comms when they know he wonât respond? why doesnât he have an AAC device or something more futuristic?#Iâm just saying if you explicitly limit a character you need to respect those limits in te writing. itâs not that hard.#like non of the characters even acknowledge that Logan never talks. esp weird when he first meets the ghosts#also. obv not a big fan of âall of South America has United into evil space terroristsâ but it was 2013 so ÂŻ\ _(ă)_/ÂŻ#wish we got to see some SDC civis yâknow? get a bear on the average attitudes abt the whole. invading the US thing.#(jfc do not get me started on The Wall like this is a 2016 trump voterâs power fantasy)#also Riley was such an interesting mechanic why couldnât they have at least substituted him w drones or something on the other missions??#you get him for like. two missions. and then he gets shot and you have to protect him (gosh I actually loved that section)#just. it was clear Logan was The Dog Guy with an aptitude for tech. honestly Hesh felt more like the MC than Logan.#and while Logan doesnât have a ton of personality we can glean as a result of non speaking + ZERO communication at all ever#seriously he doesnât even like. wave or give thumbs up to people wtf dude do ppl just assume heâs psychic or something???#I do LOVE the few scenes we get with him acting outside of player control/where he actually has agency (Eliasâ death. the final cutscene)#and like itâs not much but itâs enough that I WANT to see what happens next#but alas. a decade old game without a true sequel (I think??? havenât actually looked into it.)#my brother is making fun of me for being a COD gamer now like boy. I have no defense pls be nice to me T-T
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Thoughts on 3rd life mirror birds. 3rd life big dogs. 3rd life property police. They fascinate me and I think you have thoughts on them but I might be wrong..either way
i do in fact have thoughts on them but i think if i talk about 3l!flower husbands publicly any more rn Iâll get so self conscious Iâll explode on the spot. this being said i have still yet to watch evo but its been on my list for forever bc of 3l!property police specifically⊠i really love martyns petty grudge against jimmy for those first two episodes he acts like heâs 12 and really pissed off on the playground. anyways i think that martyn going from being concerned for his friend to Just Fucking Lying to split up Scott and Jimmy, because he took personal offense to Jimmy being unwilling to drop everything to go live with him on the spot is the funniest thing in the world. Girl itâs not about you
#asks#for real though i think that martyn played up his offense at jimmy not taking the offer in order to pressure him into agreeing bcâ#stuff like âoooh this is your ONE CHANCE for FUN OPPORTUNITY and if you miss it WEâRE NOT FRIENDS ANYMORE!!â typically works on jimmy#but martyn wasnt expecting jimmy to stand his ground on that#And at that point (in martyns mind at least) you Have to commit. so then the mock offense became Real. bc what can you do#he cant just go back on it and go like âsorry i was just worried and wanted you to live with me bc i miss you andâ#dont think scott is treating you wellâ martyn would never be that honest with himself much less jimmy#The offer in itself was somewhat selfish to begin with in my mind as well#He did just want Jimmy to come live with him so he saw the opportunity and jumped at it. heâs an opportunist#but i also think he originally followed jimmy and brought it up with him out of concern. does that make sense#a little while after their falling out i think he fully puts jimmy out of his mind#âJimmys a lost cause heâs clearly done with me. Why should i care when he clearly has a nice loving husband he cares sooo much about#(eyeroll emoji) lets save grianâ <- what i think he was thinking#he didnt mean for jimmy to die#but what happens happens yknow. the games the game#sorry for putting all of my Real Thoughts in the tags i wasnt expecting to write them out honestly#i just think about their conversation on that mountain a lotâŠ.bigb moves into that specific spot later and martyn gives him shit about it#Which means something to me also (<- bigb and martyn pilled individual)#etc.etc
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rewatching thinking out loud & i'd honestly forgotten how moving reece's performance was in it...
#if i might ramble a bit about this in the tags#cos as someone who has seen roughly 85% of the stuff he's been in it's honestly sometimes a lil frustrating#at how in the stuff that isnt at least co-written by reece he gets typecast as a certain kind of character#(angry/creepy/psychopathic/some combo of all three lol)#which like ofc he plays well and also plays up in plenty of the stuff he's co written too#buuuuut what gets me about the range of his characters in smth like in9#where a role isnt necessarily written FOR him but he gets to embody it#you get to see SO much more of his range as an actor and the subtlety of his performances!#and i just kinda wish other writers/directors understood that a bit more???#idk if this even makes sense lol#i just... he's such an amazing actor! he's not just a funny angry man! let him show off his range!#i have more thoughts about this ep than this but i just needed to write this pfft#should i put this in my#personal#tag just to further document my madness pfft#should i tag the show too? idk this doesnt feel coherent enough to go in the tag#what even is this post lmao???
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#big gender rant ahead i just need to write down my thoughts#personal#so i think im a he/him trans lesbian??#i think ive been denying my feminine side for a long time now but middle school me was right. well. half right#idk why id built up some weird barrier in my mind about being trans and being a lesbian#but now im like more sure than ever#i still dont know if i could call myself a woman. and i thought i was so adamant about not using she/her again but it honestly?#doesn't bother me that much anymore. its not my preference but its not as soul crushing as it used to be#i have these weird subliminal gender rules for myself that ive been beating myself down with even though i#understand that theyre fake and dont hold anyone else to them. so why have a double standard? cant i have a fun gender?#ever since high school its been an uphill battle just letting myself live freely and having self confidence#i just turned 24. i dont have to be beholden to stupid hormonal teenage self loathing anymore#the world is a beautiful place and gender is just made up anyway. so why cant i be trans and butch? who cares??#i think i worded it well in my last personal post. ive been living a gender of convenience#but fuck that! i want the gender that makes sense to me! that makes me happy! its my life and i should live it how i want to!#...i still have some regrets about my top surgery. i wish i wasnt so weirdly flat chested now.#but hopefully the fat will redistribute eventually and itll look more natural as the years go on..#but i definitely dont regret going on T. i love my deep voice and my body hair#anyway if you've read this far thanks for listening to my mad ramblings#and dont forget you can have a fun gender too!
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hmmm... forgot that miles and kilometers are different when writing Your jeep. Your teeth. The coffee that you bought me..... mav would've fucking died if he crashed his motorcycle going 80 miles per hour... (aka 128 km per hour) also because he's a fucking weirdo and doesn't wear a helmet (which is mav's biggest ick in my opinion)
whoops. sigh.
#sigh sigh sigh oh canada#honestly he would've died going 80 km an hour it makes no difference#mav just has loads of plot armour (this is canon- ejecting at mach 10 should have technically killed him)#so it's ok#he literally can't die#let's just say mav is really dramatic and didn't remember the speed correctly. it's fine. this won't bother me at all.#this won't keep me up at night.#(saying it like a prayer. like a daily affirmation while gripping the sink.) it's fine.#top gun 1986#maverick#pete maverick mitchell#i hate him and i want to drop kick him#stopthatfool goes crazy and explodes#stopthatfool writes
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