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dawnoftime22 · 2 months ago

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starlight and the alchemy, sweetheart.

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Warnings: R having gracie abrams as a past artist they loved listening to (if that needs a warning??) R liking plushies

Summary: When your birthday comes up, Taylor invites you to spend the day with her at the Eras Tour, and you end up being the happiest lover in the planet.

Word Count: 3.3k

Category: Fluff! All fluff! So fluffy you'll be on the floor!

A/N: I feel a bit better so like, this was a last minute birthday special for myself:) please enjoy, ily all mwah<333

A/N 2: the surprise song part kinda didn't make sense verse wise, but I didn't wanna make the lines too long, and I have too many ideas for this so I'm dying over fluff overload

| Started on 29/11/2024, 11:58 AM |

| Finished on 08/12/2024, 11:13 AM |

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“Because for you, my love...for you, I would give the entire galaxy.”

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It was your birthday, and Taylor knew this. Well, of course she did, she was your girlfriend and you hadn't been able to stop yourself from spewing out your thoughts of wonder on how exactly you managed to raise your number to another digit.

You don't even know how you got lucky enough to have gotten to this part of your life. Taylor, being your lovely girlfriend, being able to be surrounded by her many fans who adore you both, and simply having your heart beat for her and yourself.

You were currently standing in the stadium, right there in the VIP tent. The sun was setting and everyone was waiting on the clock.

Gracie Abrams was on just earlier, playing her songs onstage and being silly and endearing at the same time, although nearly slipping upon her walk down the ramp that lead her to do a small run, but that was what you cherished-- the little things along with singing along to all the songs.

You couldn't believe it, having been able to see her perform too. As much as you were absolutely excited for Taylor, it was this little add-on, because she was one of your favorite artists, and especially when she played 21 you were able to finally scream your heart out, remembering all the years ago you listened to the song over and over.

It felt odd as it wasn't just your voice singing along to every lyric anymore aside from Taylor with you at times. No, this was thousands of people all in one large space. But it was so different and so sweet.

You traded friendship bracelets with people, talked here and there, but you mostly kept to yourself in the safe area of the tent, security keeping their eyes on both the fans and you.

You could remember the facetime you and Taylor had yesterday, shaping up to be where you are now.

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During the facetime before...

Taylor watches as you played with one of your plushies over the screen, fiddling with its arms and all, loving the softness and cuddling with it.

She smiles softly, her heart already knowing all the ways to work together with her mind so she could make tomorrow your best birthday yet.

"Sweetheart...how do you feel about coming over to join me tomorrow?" she asks softly, keeping her eyes on the screen as she shifted in her seat, her arms on the hotel desk.

You pause, looking up instantly with surprise, trying to figure if she meant her show or something else.

"What? In Vancouver?" You search her eyes resting your cheek against the plush. The thump of your heart was slowly growing more noticeable in your chest as you waited.

Taylor nods, her smile growing wider. "Mhm. I mean, well, you don't have to because it can be overwhelming at times, especially because the tour is ending, but--"

"You're kidding!! Yes, of course I do?!??" you stepped in, cutting her off before she could go further, feeling the excitement absolutely thriving through.

Taylor blinked at your quick answer, perking up slightly. "Really?" she whispers, her fingers brushing against her cold rings as you gazed at her with affection.

"Tay...I would love, more than anything, to be by your side any time, all time, and to even be there and experience the end of your tour. Especially on my birthday?!" you say, beaming at her.

She giggles, wanting to kiss you through the screen and squeezing you tight, but instead, she says, "I'll book you a flight tomorrow then...and get to kiss and hug you all over again."

You nod eagerly, biting down on your lip gently. "I love you," the words whisper from your mouth, and even if you were five hours away from her, your love was still like a warm blanket that covered her anytime she needed it.

"I love you, too, baby," she replied back, her eyes crinkling as she stares at you. Then, her finger reaches over to the screen to tap on something, only for you to see a heart starting to be drawn on the facetime screen. You were sure you were going to burst. Not melt, but absolutely just explode.

"This is gonna be my best birthday yet," you murmur, your shoulders going up as you leaned in further into the mattress, feeling the soft comforting material.

"Oh, you don't even know the half of it," she teases, a small laugh leaving her and shaking her body.

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You had taken a seat at one of the chairs in the VIP tent, taking a water bottle from a member of Taylor's crew, remembering to use it for the show later.

The time on the clock was ticking down more until it reached the single digits, and you stood up, getting ready to see the beginning of it all unfold.

Every other swiftie in the stadium got ready too, some holding their breaths with shaking hands recording on their phones, along with each of their hearts pounding.

The excitement that drew up in your chest had just about the same amount as all the people standing all around you, but furthermore, you were going to see your girlfriend again. Not just Taylor. You were going to be able to catch her gaze again and feel your heart skip a beat knowing her love was for you.

The countdown soon dispersed, and the intro song was starting to play out, going through all her eras and being the most magical entrance of all.

After the door opens with the mist, the dancers were coming through, their giant props being held up and imitating the look of Taylor's favorite shell.

You remembered when she talked about it, absolutely raving over how it was called...'Swiftopectin Swifti', or whatever it was, but it had the both of you giggling the rest of the day how perfect it was.

It all covered up a part of the stage, the fabric majestic and flying with the wind. Thankfully, the breeze wasn't strong today, or you were sure there would be trouble with the dancers.

In a matter of minutes, they soon open back up and Taylor rose out of it, singing out 'Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince'. She keeps her focus on starting the show first, following the choreo and waving to the crowd.

Her pretty golden and blue outfit glimmered under the sunset, the sun shining through making her glow.

As she finishes up the starting, the song only being a short time, she raises her finger. "Voted most likely to run away..." It was tracing over the stage floor before she pointed directly to the front camera that showed her on the screen. "...with you."

You smiled widely, the corner of your eyes crinkling as it already felt like a rush of emotions at even just the entrance.

"Oh, hi!!!" she says, waving adorably. God, you were about to melt while the whole crowd cheers around her, some screaming and crying already.

As the show goes on, she seemed radiant, bright and full of love and happiness. She caught your eyes on 'You Belong With Me', smiling widely at you. What was all the more joyful was the clap that followed in the bridge, Taylor singing directly towards you, and the entire crowd could see it.

The Reputation era on the other hand, had you absolutely floored. You were sure you looked like you were mind controlled with your shocked but in awe expressions, watching to every move and listening to her belts and singing.

The 'champagne problems' standing ovation was about three minutes long, Taylor looking around with a big smile on her face, but you could see the glimmer in her eyes, find a shine that possibly meant tears of happiness swirling in her irises.

You knew it meant because the tour was coming to an end, not just because of how proud each swiftie seemed to be of her, to have come this far. Even your own eyes swelled up with its waterwell, having watched each show and been with her through it.

She wipes the corners of her eyes before turning to see you, and she gives her little silly wave before going back to the piano. You waved at her back, just as happily.

Every song, you sang along to, and you took your breaks, drinking water so you stayed hydrated and your voice wasn't going to break horribly.

The TTPD set was soon finishing up after Taylor was done doing her crazy breathless performance with the dancers, and the crowd having sent shivers down your spine on screaming the "MORE!" lyric.

Once she gives the cutest smile and disappears down the stage elevator, the screens and all dimmed to black. The open stadium showed that the sky had turned completely nighttime, and you didn't even notice it until now, but you could see every spotlight a whole lot clearer with their vibrancy turned up.

Soon enough, after waiting a few minutes, Taylor came back onstage wearing her pretty new gradient dress, Sunrise Boulevard. It flowed gently and graciously as she walks, smiling softly.

She picks up her guitar and walked to the center front part of the stage where the mic stand was, taking a breath in.

"Okay, so...I don't think most of you know, or any of you, as a matter of fact..." she starts, looking around the dimly lit crowd, their faces seen by her pure vision or simply the bracelets on their wrists, but she saw each one.

"...But today is a very special day. It's not an anniversary, its not an album's special day...but...it is the birthday of someone I really, really love," she said, her smile slowly growing wider the more words she stepped through. She looks to you, spotting you easily.

Taylor puts her hand out, letting her guitar hang from her shoulder. "And that someone I really love is standing right there, with me, and I cannot...I can't fathom just how much they forget how much they deserve everything they have. Like, I need to..." she moves her hand in a meaningless spinning gesture, unable to come up with words.

"I need to just turn into a pile of confetti and burst," she finishes, a giggle escaping her as she gazed back at your own lovestruck look and laugh before turning back.

She leans away from the mic, starting to slowly strum down on her guitar. 'I love you,' she mouthed to you, smiling widely. Your eyes crinkled at her action, and you made heart hands before mouthing 'I love you, too,' back to her.

She tries her best to keep herself from squeezing herself as she moves back to the mic. "So, today, I want all of you to make them know just how much they're loved, by singing this song with me." She starts, properly going on the song's chords with gentleness.

You stood there in anticipation, teeth sinking into your lips. You had been so woven in with the adrenaline of the past sets, you had forgotten about the intensity of the surprise songs. You couldn't even remember what your guesses were, further on even try to come up with any in the moment.

"I said, 'Oh my, what a marvelous tune..." even just at the first line of the song, the crowd gasped and screamed, some possibly having gotten their most loved song, but oh, you? You were dying. Your jaw fell open, and you laughed excitedly, clutching your hands.

She smiled widely, seeing your reaction when she turned, knowing exactly how much you adored this song. And to be right there as she held her guitar in her beautiful dress, it was enough to have your life all set.

It was the best night, never would forget how we moved..."

"The whole place...was dressed to the nines,"

"And we were dancing, dancing,"

"Like we're made of starlight, starlight..."

As it kept going, and it was going through the half of the song, everyone was singing along, screaming, and some, turning their phones to record you and her.

You were sure you'd see it all over social media, and the cameras on you had your heart spiking a little higher, but with your face all blushing only just because of Taylor already had you completely distracted out this world.

"He said, 'Look at you, worrying too much about things you can't change'."

"You'll sing your whole life singing the blues, if you keep thinking that way."

"He was tryna skip rocks on the ocean, saying to me...'Don't you see the starlight, starlight?'"

"Don't you dream impossible things!!"

"Like, 'Oh my, what a marvelous tune!' It was the best night, never would forget how we moved."

"The whoole plaaace!! Was dressed to the nines, and we were dancing, danciiiiing!"

She had changed her note on the last word of the line, going up in her pitch to get your attention and make it known she was singing to you. Her eyes caught yours again, a small laugh accidentally escaping her out of love and joy.

"Like we're made of starlight, starlight..."

"So when I...touch down, call the amateurs and cut 'em from the team,"

She started with the mashup soon enough, fading off into 'The Alchemy', and now you might as well fall down to crumple up on the floor, your eyes brightening the second you heard it.

Meanwhile, the crowd gasped and roared, some absolutely having their hearts swell of joy for the two of you. It was obvious it was for you, and just for the two of you.

"Ditch the clowns, get the crown, baby, I'm the one to be!!! Don't you see the starlight, starlight?"

"Yeah, the signs on your heart said it's still reserved for me!"

"Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?!"

"Oooh, oh, oh oh, oh...and thats the way I loved you,"

She had continued on, adding yet another song. It was like she was trying to get you to feel like she was entirely dedicating it all to you. The galaxy could swallow you up whole and you'd still feel her heart like the warmth of her arms wrapping around you in her love.

Some fans were crying at this point, either in adoration of you both or because it was the song they wished for, you couldn't tell, but you kept your loving gaze on her all around, and she kept her eyes on you.

"Oh, thats the way I loved you!"

"Breakin' down and comin' undone, its a rollercoaster kinda rush,"

"And I never knew I could feel that much, and that's the way I loved you..."

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Soon, the show was over and you got to breathe after the 'Vigilante Shit' performance, along with the bowing of the dancers and Taylor, having held yourself back either from thinking of what Taylor would do later on, or from crying at the ending of the show. Really, it was a mix of emotions.

You got the backstage pass easily and ran to Taylor when you saw her walking through, still in her midnights bodysuit, you capture her in a big hug, and she nearly stumbled, but caught herself, giggling.

"You were amazing out there, Taylor..." you murmur, squeezing your arms around her as she hugged you back, instantly giving you a kiss to the head.

"Thank you, baby..." she whispers, holding onto your shirt, having missed feeling you so close to her. Then, she pulls back from the embrace, looking into your eyes.

"You were so cute standing there." She moves back a strand of your hair, smiling gently at you. You giggle out of love, seeing her start to lead you into the dressing room.

"I can't believe you sung those songs, Tay," you say, still in pure disbelief and feeling the shivers run up your body from even the memory of the surprise songs. She closes the door, stepping further in.

"Well, they're all just for you, sweetheart," she confirms, looking at you, then reaching out to give you the gentlest boop on the nose. You scrunched it up, feeling your heart swell.

"Wait, you still haven't gotten your birthday gift yet," she says, remembering it and turning around, going to the couch where her backpack was, which had a purring Meredith curled up beside it.

"Birthday gift? I thought that show was..." you murmur questionably and curiously, walking closer to her as she rummages through to soon pull out a box.

"Well, yes, but I got you a physical present too, silly." She turns around gently and hands it out to you. You blink, tilting your head at the packaging, but taking it.

It was a sparkly silver with a see-through light blue ribbon. It reminded you of the 1989 era, but maybe it was just colors. "It's a plushie...for you," she whispers softly, leaning in closer in anticipation.

"A plushie?" you repeat her words, taking the lid away slowly. "Mmhmn," she hums in response, waiting. As you look down, the cutest little teddy bear was soon revealed behind the cover, and what made it even better was the little red heart shaped glasses it wore, capturing the look of one of her albums.

"Aw...Tay..." you whispered, your lower lip slipping itself down, melting at the sweet bear looking up at you from the box.

She smiles widely, seeing the way you were truly taken away by a simple plush, but she didn't stop there.

"There's more, lift up that panel," she murmurs, pointing to the back of the bear. Your brows furrow, and you took the stuffed sweetheart up, relaxing at the feeling of it.

"It's so soft..." you mumbled first, feeling your shoulders go down as you were sure now you were going to turn into a puddle of love.

Taylor giggled, finding your distraction adorable before she was turning eager for you to see the next thing. "Come on, baby," she urges gently, too excited herself.

"Okay, okay..." you gave in, going to find a small hole on the cardboard and lifting it up with it. Below, there were tiny shirts and dresses and accessories, all the things for the bear.

"Tay...you did not," you breathed out, your mouth gaping open at the sight, both shiny and soft material. There was even a cardigan.

"They're small little accessories and outfits!!" You excitedly grab out a Red t-shirt that had 'A lot going on at the moment' written down on it, then saw a silver fearless dress.

"Small little accessories and outfits, perfect just for the little bear," she says, going to sit next to you on the couch, her cheeks well about to ache from smiling too much.

"Oh, my god...I'm gonna change it so much," you murmur, in pure happiness, guessing that she had secretly gone out for a build a bear set, did everything, and even had custom outfits and all for it.

"Happy birthday, baby," she whispers softly, biting her lip as she looked to your eyes. A pinkish blush came upon your face, and you turn your head.

"Thank you so much. I love you," you whispered back, leaning in to hug her closely from the side. She wrapped her rms around you, returning the embrace easily.

"I love you, too, sweetheart." You could feel a nuzzle into your hair, then a kiss, and you burrowed yourself into her chest, avoiding the bodysuit gems and finding her warmth and comfort.

The rest of the day was spent with Taylor treating you to a slice of cake, and she ate one too, along with a lot of dancing in both the car and the living room.

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planetwaynez · 1 year ago

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OBSESSION

Dark!Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Notes: I wrote this as a writing exercise and this is the fic of the pool I did a few weeks ago! I am really happy to be putting this out there, honestily I don't know if its truly good but I got to explore a side of my brain I don't visit too often sooo it was fun.

WARNINGS: SMUT! stalking behavior, toxic thoughts, toxic behavior, explicit sex scene, non consensual recording, crude words, dumbfication, gaslighting, and this is heavily inspired by OBSESSION By EXO! If there is anything I didn't put in here pls dm about and I will add!

Words: 3,4k

Synopsis: Jason is obsessed. And he won't ever let you go.

Jason wasn't very fond of not being in control. He always knew that he thrives when the control of things is in his hands, however his little dove seems to forget that every time.

He watches his little dove apply lipstick, her friends gossiping while getting ready and some pop song on the speaker. His little dove knows the rules, but apparently she's taking advantage of him not being home to discipline her for her bad behavior.

She's giggling about some joke that one of her friends told and Jason fists his hand. He shouldn't be jealous but he can't stop thinking about his little dove at some frat party tonight and him not being around.

He zooms in on the image and takes a good look at his pretty girl, Jason takes a deep breath and thank God that his girl has a pretty face, not a smart brain to figure it out the cameras he put in her apartment months before he even asked her out. Rationality he knows that he should've taken the cameras out once they started dating but he didn't feel like it, Jason enjoys watching his girl when he's away on some mission and she doesn't know, which can't hurt her. Only make her safer, because like this he's always around.

She's wearing a black little dress and heavy make up with red lipstick, her hair styled to perfection and wearing high heels and for a moment Jason considered going back home in one of his dad's private jets, but his sense of responsibility didn't allow him. Nevertheless that doesn't mean he can't find a way to keep his girl at home, under his eyes for one more night before he finishes his part of the job and goes home to her.

Jason clicks his tongue, creating a devilish plan to keep her home. Fast and easy.

He grabs his phone and dials his little doves number, he watches as she grabs her phone and leaves the bedroom to take his call at the bathroom, she smiles at the screen before picking up. Something very important about Jason's and his pretty doves relationship is that she doesn't know a lot about him or how they crossed paths. But she doesn't need to know any of that, the only thing in his little dove's head all the time should be him and nothing else.

"Hey, baby!" She greets happily and for a second Jason feels bad about what he's going to do, but he can't stop himself. He needs control, he craves it. All the time, especially with her.

"Hey, sweetheart" she beams and Jason wants to grab her and never let go. "How you doing?"

"Great! Going out with the girls tonight!" Jason suppressed a growl, not wanting to show the bad parts of himself to his girl. Not yet at least.

"Really? I thought you had a big paper to deliver tomorrow" he's not lying, per se. He knows the paper is only due in two days but he will make her believe that's not the case.

"No, silly! It's only in two days" she's twisting a piece of her hair in her index finger, clearly flirting with him even when he's not in the same space as her. He loves that.

"Little dove, I believe that it's tomorrow… but if you want to go out tonight anyway you can go, it's your grades we are talking about" he can see the tension in her shoulders as he speaks, her demeanor changing drastically from one moment to another.

"But Jace… I truly think that only due in two days, it's in my calendar" now his little dove is uncomfortable but he can make her feel better once he's back home. Right now she needs to understand that her place tonight and every night when Jason is not home is on the couch, watching Gilmore Girls.

"Princess" He uses that condensed tone Bruce always used with him when wanting to convince Jason of something. He hates it, but it is efficient. "Remember that time you wrote down the date wrong for that big project of yours? You doing it again"

Her shoulders drop and she sighs and he knows that she's wrapped around his finger forever. She's staying home.

"My God, you are right" she nods, as if he could see it. Well, he can but she doesn't need that information. "I am staying home but I feel bad for ditching the girls though."

Y/N plays with one of the decorative objects of her bathroom, thinking about how she's telling her friends she's staying and not going to the commemorative party of the basketball team tonight.

"I bet they will understand, baby" Jason hopes they don't. Those girls want to take his precious jewelry from his hands and he won't allow it.

"Yeah, you are right. As usual" she giggles and he feels his chest warm up at the sound. He misses her.

"I have to go, baby, they are calling me to finish a few papers" he lies through his teeth, Jason just wants to get rid of the bunch of girls before his little dove changes her mind. "Text you later, ok?"

"Ok, love, till later." And she hangs up, looking miserable. Jason knows how much she wanted to go to this party, and that's exactly why he can't allow it. What if she finds someone else? What if she gets in danger? What if she leaves him? He would have to take drastic decisions if any of those scenarios happened. So it's better if she's home safe.

Jason watches as she tells her friends she won't go and watches as her friends get disappointed with her but they obviously won't comment about it. Happily he watches them go away and his girl getting ready to bed, taking the provocative dress off and the heavy make up and put on cute pajamas and sit down on her desk to finish her project on her computer.

He smiles, feeling way more light now. Jason decided to reward his little dove for her good behavior.

The man takes a long shower and lets his mind wander to his sweet girl under him, moaning his name and clenching around his cock. He groans and finishes his shower, stopping in front of the mirror with a white towel wrapped around his hips and his hair wet, Jason takes a picture and sends it to his girl.

He goes back to his laptop, watching Y/N's reaction to his text, her breathing gets faster and she bites her lips, smiling a little.

See, he thinks, so much better like this isn't, honey?

His phone bips and he opens her text.

Little Dove: all this for me?

Jason: it's always for you

Jason: can't wait to get home to you

Y/N smiles, wide enough to make her eyes close a little bit with the action. She snaps a picture of her, sitting at her desk and sends it to Jason, who is already smiling and looking at her pretty face mesmerized.

Little Dove: miss u a lot

Jason: tomorrow morning I will be home with you

And just like that Jason goes to bed with the goal to finish his job early and get to his girl.

……..

The sun is slipping through the curtains and Y/N wakes up with a frown. She doesn't like when the sun wakes her up before the alarm but when she feels a heavy arm around her waist her mind goes from fuzzy to alert in a second. She takes a few moments to register the smell of oak and cigarettes, but when she does she relaxes and turns around, looking at Jason's sleepy face.

"Baby!" She calls and Jason opens his eyes. He is really good at pretending, he realizes, because she doesn't even realize that he's been awake all this time, just watching her.

Since he got home, he's been just admiring his girl and thinking about the unspeakable things he's going to do to her once she wakes up. Now she's awake and, technically, he is too.

"When did you get here?" Always curious, always wanting to know more than she should, however, Jason always has a good, well curated story to tell her that it's not the truth.

"I got here around five in the morning" she smiles, hugging him and inhaling his scent, almost purring at the feeling.

That's the truth she needs but the reality is that last night Jason finished his part of the job and landed in Gotham at midnight, but she was still awake finishing her project, so he waited and kept an eye on her through the window, from across the street, sitting on the rooftop of the other building. When she slept, at two in the morning he got out of the rooftop and slipped into her bed.

"Missed you so much" Jason says, holding her neck and taking her face away from his chest, to properly look at her.

"Me too, Jace" her eyes are shining and he just has to kiss her, to touch her to feel complete, to feel in control again.

So that's what he does. Jason grabs his little dove's neck, squeezing the sides maybe a little too roughly, but he doesn't pay attention to her little whine, only focusing on her lips. When he crashes his lips onto hers, he growls low in his throat, relishing in the feeling of his girl on him.

Their lips move in synchrony with each other, their tongues touching desperately, full of passion and that feeling that none of them can quite describe with words.

Jason's free hand roams over her body, stopping at her ass and squeezing it hard enough to make her moan against his lips. That fuels the fire inside him, that fire that only his sweet, oblivious little dove can satiete with her skin, her lips and her pretty moans. He pins her to the bed, rolling his hips against hers, making both of them whimper and take deep breaths, separating their lips for a moment.

Y/N takes that moment to look into her boyfriend's eyes, the teal is consumed by the black of its pupils and she can see it. The affection, the desire, the possessiveness. And she loves it all, she wants more of it.

Jason smirks, knowing that she's seeing in his eyes is exactly what he wants her to see. Gently he squeezes her neck again, bringing her back to the front of her mind, back to him.

His other hand goes from her ass cheek to her waist, inside her shirt and feeling warm skin against his, little dove closes her eyes, savoring the moment, the feeling of Jason's calloused hands on her soft belly, climbing to her breast, to touch it gently, just to the next moment be grabbed and the nipple twisted. Y/N moans, loudly and sweetly.

Jason bites his lips, hiding a smile, one that would scare her off. One of his big, psychotic smiles, the one that makes his mask of a good and caring boyfriend be exactly what it is, a mask. The real Jason is fucked in the head, he's controlling and possessive, a little psychotic too. But, he thinks, she doesn't need to know that.

"Yes… just like that, Jace" she says, preening as Jason's lips kisses her jaw and her neck. He takes her shirt off and kisses softly her breasts, sucking her nipples in his mouth, one by one, taking care of the sensitive skin with care and attention.

Every stroke of his tongue, every suck of his mouth on her skin and nipples, every flick of his wrist in one of her nipples has a reaction from her. A moan, a whimper, a sigh.

He loves all of them and he could spend all day worshiping her breasts, however, Jason is thinking about one thing.

Getting his mouth on his little dove's sweet pussy.

The men descends his ministrations over her body, his hands grabbing, squeezing and caressing what he can, when he finally gets at her shorts, he takes it off alongside her panties, smiling at the sight in front of him.

Her pretty pussy glistened to him and him only. He takes her tights on his hands and puts over his shoulders, looking up at her, that is already looking at him in anticipation.

"What is it, baby?" Jason taunts, knowing that will make her weaker for him. "Need something?"

She whines, fisting the sheets and throwing her head back in frustration.

"Yes" she says and Jason arches an eyebrow, smirking.

"And what is that?" He asks again, but before she could answer him, Jason licks her pussy, from hole to clit, making Y/N moan. "It 's my tongue?" He teases, smiling wide, in that psychotic way since she's not looking at him, but at the selling. "Or my fingers?" Two tick fingers thrust inside her warm pussy, getting Jason the best reward.

Her moaning his name, loudly.

"Yes! I need both!" Jason doesn't answer her with words, just dives in her pussy, licking, sucking and fucking her with his finger until she's arching her back and crying, just a little bit. Just enough to feed his ego.

Y/N smiles feeling full and delighted with the attention her boyfriend is giving her. He is always so thoughtful, she thinks, he would never harm me.

But that's not the reality, Jason would never harm her, per se, but he would find ways to always be her priority and never let others take space in her life.

Jason can feel his cock against the fabric of his boxers, hyper aware of it. He holds himself back to not start dry humping the bed, the only place he's coming is inside his little dove.

Her little cries and moans are getting louder with each thrust of his finger and flick of his tongue, her walls clenching around his fingers and making his head dizzy. Knowing that he had such power and control over her made him feel important, cared and loved. Jason didn’t need anything else when he had his little dove naked and pliant for him at any time he felt like having her.

“Jace!” His name was like a chant in her tongue when she came all over his face and fingers, making Jason moan in delight. He loved when she was messy and needy, and tonight she was just like how he liked.

Softly, Jason kisses her thighs, going up to her tummy and her breasts, soaking himself in her scent and in her soft skin against his scarred and calloused one. He kissed and nipped at her neck, tangling one of his hands in her hair, making her close her eyes and whimper softly at his touches.

“Is my baby dumb already?” he asked, watching her face carefully because even though he loved to break her and bring the pieces back together he needed to know when he was too close to make her break for good. And he didn’t want that, he wanted her pliant and soft, not broken and traumatized. That’s why he lied so much, for her own good.

She sniffs, her eyes glossy and her lips red and puffy from kissing him and biting it when he was eating her out. “Baby I need you to answer me or I can’t give you my cock” he pouts, fake sympathy in his voice making her whine and cry a little, squirming in his hold.

“No! I am not dumb” her eyes aren’t quite focusing and she is flooded with emotions that only Jason can’t subside. “I need you cock, Jace!” she says, lips wobbling and legs spreading wide for him, her pussy clenching around nothing and leaking her juices.

Jason smiles, his eyes shining with something dark, uncontrolled and quite feral. Even if his little dove denied, Y/N was already cock drunk - and he didn’t even get inside her, yet.

“I will give you what you want” he caresses her hair, thinking about permanently kipping her inside this apartment, never letting her go again. But he loves her way too much to scare her. “everything my baby wants, my baby gets”

Slowly, Jason traced his cock along her pussy, making her moan and squirm. He loves the feeling of his cock sliding against her pussy, the way it makes her get a little dumbier each time. Just to tease her, and himself a little, Jason pushes the thick head of his cock inside her greedy pussy, watching with a cruel happiness the way she moans loud and tries to hook her legs around his waist, to bring him closer, deeper.

He pushes away from her delicately, listening to her whimpers and whines, making his cock throb and ache for her.

“Ask nicely” he demands, his face contorted into an evil smirk she can’t see, her eyes closed in agony and her lips red from biting. Her hands are holding his biceps and her nails are digging into his skin, making the pain get mixed with pleasure. The head of his cock sits still inside her.

“Please, Jace! please, please, please!” Y/N doesn’t have one coherent thought inside her head, the only thing she can think about is her boyfriend cock and how much she needs it.

“So pretty,” he says, stroking her clit in a tourtours slow pace, her pussy clenching and throbbing. “Who does this pretty pussy belong to?”

“To you, Jace! Only you!” a wolfish grin spreads through Jason's lips, making him look like some sort of devil looking at its new offering.

“Good girl” he says, pushing everything inside Y/N at once, making her scream and hook her legs around him, a part of his weight resting on her. He smiles when she throws her arms around his shoulders, scratching his back with each hard and slow thrust of his hips against hers.

“Such a good girl… taking my cock so well” she mewls, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and Y/N swears she can feel her heart trying to get out of her chest and jump into Jason’s.

His cock is delicious, every thrust, every grunt he makes, drives her even further into bliss, her thighs and pussy gripping him and not willing to let go. The sound of skins slapping against skin and his balls hitting her ass makes her even more out of breath, out of her mind. She can’t think straight, she doesn't want that and if she could she would spend the rest of her days with Jason’s cock deep inside her needy and greedy pussy, stretching her out so well that she bubbles a incoherent mess of words every time he is inside her.

“Look at you,” he says, holding her face in one of his big calloused hands, making her stare at him and his lust filled eyes. “already close to cumming again, little dove?”

“yes' ' she whines, rolling her eyes and relising in the way his broad chest presses against her sensitive tits.

“You can cum baby” Jason buries his face on her neck, loving the way she smells, driving him even more insane. “cum all over my cock”

His little dove didn't need to be told twice, she came all over his thick cock, loving the way she was feeling in the clouds in his arms. Jason growls, her pussy gripping him too tight, driving him to his orgasm and filling her up to the brim.

They look each other in the eye, and she smiles softly, waking up his soft side along. He smiles back, resting his forehead against hers.

They cuddle, smile and talk about everything and anything, she just doesn’t know that now everytime Jason left for a mission he would have their sext tape. And she also didn’t know that he sended a few of his men to disappear with her bad influence of friends.

She doesn’t need them and eventually, she will understand because eventually she will only need him.

He smiles, that smile that he never lets her see. The one that is just a little psychotic and looks at her sleeping form.

His.

Forever his.

Even if she tries not to be.

Jason will never let her go.

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adventuringblind · 1 year ago

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Butterflies on You Skin

Oscar Piastri x Reader

Genre: angst and hurt/comfort

Request: No, this is entirely self indulgent

Summary: Sometimes, the coping mechanisms we create aren't the ones we need...

Warnings: graphic images if SH

Notes: I do not in any way condone SH. I used to read fics like this when I was going through it and it helped. Like somehow reading about fictional me doing it and then getting help allowed he to have those same sensations. My point being that I am struggling at the time I'm writing this and I'm determined to stay clean (almost two years!). This helps me and I hope it helps someone else out there too. Remeber you're not alone ❤️

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People don't understand that pain can become addicting. When you've been through so much of it, all of it not by choice, choosing the pain feels like a release.

She knows it's wrong. She knows there are better ways of dealing with things. But she can't see to stop herself.

It's her way of reminding herself she has power and control. She picks where the knife goes and how deep it cuts into her skin. She chooses when and where it happens.

It was something she needed and relied on for so long. Until she met Oscar.

They were teenagers when they met. Some birthday party for a mutual friend. Both of them left feeling out of place, so they gravitated towards each other.

Phone numbers were exchanged.

They spent far too much time talking to each other. She felt that he kept her down to earth. That no matter the bad things that happened, he would be there. Even replacing the knife occasionally.

He found her intriguing. Her perspectives on life and her dreams for the future. Her head had a tendency to get stuck in the clouds, but he didn't mind. He likes listening to her talk.

When they both graduate, he invites her to his races. Watching him felt fulfilling in a way, and she likes the traveling.

Yet when she's alone. Her head is sending her to places she can't come back from. When she needs the sting she's come to crave, she's spending the night with her knife.

When Oscar finishes his f2 career and becomes the third driver for Alpine, he ends up confessing his feelings for her. Something she's been wanting to do for years but never could.

A week later, he's kissing her. Her heads find the clouds easily after that. Something about his presence and how he is so genuine clears away the hurricane that is her thoughts.

Being a third driver means Oscar does have a bit more free time. He gets to go home to see her more often. Something she's not used to.

The Australian gets home late one night. He comes in quietly since he figures she's already asleep.

Oh, how terribly wrong he is.

She'd had a fight with her family earlier that day. Her parents have never been good at communication, and they still claim they gave her a better life than what they had. Which is true, she thinks.

She has no reason to be sad.

Another reason to draw the sharp edge across her skin. Another thin red line to add to the ever growing tally.

Oscar sees the bathroom door closed and the light turned on. He hears the clatter next. He presses his ear to the door. Debating whether to make his presence known or if that would scare her more than if he waited.

The hiss of pain is what gets him. "Love? Are you alright?" All movement on the other side stops. Then the clatter again.

She hates when she gets sloppy. She knows she's gone too far, and Kscar wasn't supposed to be home until tomorrow.

She stares down at the crimson colored lines. The contents of the wounds coat her skin at dripping to the floor.

"Love? Please answer."

But she can't answer. what is she supposed to say? That her unhealthy coping mechanism is finally becoming her undoing. The she's tried to stop but the sensation is something she's learned to crave?

Oscar tried the handle. Received to find it unlocked. He opens just a small crack. He's never been one to invade her privacy.

The look of pain in his eyes makes her sob. He dosent move when he sees her. His mind trying to register what he's seeing.

How had he never noticed until now?

He can tell she’s panicking. He gently moves himself to the floor, grabbing a towel as he goes. He doesn’t say anything, just gently start to clean her up.

When he’s successfully disinfected the wounds and has bandages them up, he lead her into their room.

“I know it’s hard, but we have to talk about it.”

She just shakes her head in response. He deserves an explanation. Really, he deserves someone better.

She just tells him everything. Basks in the gentleness of his voice and warmth of his touch as she does so.

She was expecting him to leave. Her mind convinced she was unlovable in her state. After all, who could fall in love with someone who crave the sting of a knife?

But she was wrong.

Oscar was somehow filled with a new sense of purpose and they found themselves working together to help her pull through to the other side. A reminder that she is far from alone.

He’s quick to find a way to help her and when he does it feels almost magical.

The butterfly project. The goal is to not kill the butterflies.

They start small. She puts the butterfly on her hand. Just a simple doodle.

It doesn’t last long and she’s crying over the fact she killed it.

The next time around there are two butterflies. One on her and one in Oscar. His drawing take much more time. His deliberate design giving her more motivation to not ruin it.

It’s gone in two weeks and she relapses that day. Yet the fact she made it that far was an accomplishment.

Soon the butterflies are everywhere. Both their arms covered.

It became something she did when she was bored. Her hands drawing the bugs in every open surface.

It was difficult and she slipped but she was getting better.

Oscar was so incredibly proud of her. He got asked frequently about the creatures that littered his skin. He just said he liked them and so does his girlfriend.

When Oscar started with McLaren, Lando noticed them immediately. “If you ever need to talk I’m here if you want.” Oscar shoots him a confused look before remembering the lovely blue butterfly colored in with Sharpie placed in the middle of his forearm.

So she's made it to a year. Sure, she's slipped here and there, but it's nothing like it used to be. It's something to celebrate.

Oscar spends the entire day with her. Praising her acomplishment and reminding her how proud he is if her and how proud she should be of herself.

She is proud. It's something she never thought she could do. Not on her own, at least.

It's Oscar that helped her through and the butterflies in her skin.

Now she's has a permanent one. A reminder she came through to the other side. A reminder that she is not alone. Most importantly, a reminder she's loved.

Remember you're not alone.

This was somewhat based on a true story. Here's my reminder to myself every day that I'm not done yet, and neither are you. Keep fighting loves ❤️

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hrts4hanniehae · 1 year ago

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clutch || three

there are written parts :)

note that the timeline or educations may not add up but just ignore it because i don't have the brain power to sync up THIRTEEN + 1 's education schedules

also!!!! the story begins in the christmas period of 2022!!!! IF THERE ARE YEAR ERRORS IM SO SORRY!!!! i legit can't change it omfg

okay if we were being very honest, e/n was an attractive guy. well-liked by everyone, especially yn's parents -- mother. he had a good office job, loved the idea of starting a family and was rather... old-fashioned in his thoughts.

e/n had asked her out 2 years prior. she agreed because she was desperate to please her mother. but it wasn't as if she didn't like him. she did. just... not as much as she would have preferred. he was all those good things, but he didn't let her be free. he always talked her down when she brought up her art or passions. but he made her parents happy. so she suppressed it.

when he cheated on her, she didn't feel any sadness. not much resentment either. but when he stole her apartment from her, she lost her shit.

"what do you mean i can't take my apartment back? MY NAME IS ON THE LEASE!!"

"i did not sign that! that's a forged signature! how many times do i have to tell you, i have no recollection of EVER signing my apartment off to him! god why won't you even investigate the signature!"

not only did she have to deal with this bastard's theft, but now she had to deal with him at work too.

"do you know where's the bathroom?" (random museum goer)

she kindly pointed her in the direction of the nearest bathroom.

"oh yn! I didn't know you worked here." - e/n

"hi e/n. what do you need. and where's your side chick." - yn

"she went to the bathroom. i wanted to see you." - e/n

"when the fuck are you going to leave me alone? you already stole my house. what else do you want?" - yn

"yn, you're being ridiculous. just come back to me. i'll ditch her for you. i just wanted to try someone new. you're not exactly a... fun partner you know? fun in that way." - e/n

"leave me alone. i already have a new apartment. just please. i don't fucking like you anymore. just leave me alone. stop harassing me, okay? your idiotic excuses and reasonings don't make ANY sense at all. just go." - yn

"so why haven't you told your mom about our breakup? hm? do you really not like me anymore?" - e/n

"i've told you time and time again. i don't talk to my mother. at all. if you care so much, just tell her yourself. why we broke up. hm? or do you want me to get byeongho to tell her. because I will. i'm not telling her because i'm trying to help you save face. if i tell her, your father will know. and he will not be happy. i'm trying to do one nice thing for you despite you fucking another girl in OUR BED." - yn

and just like a saviour, minghao was running up to her.

"yn, your boss told me to look for you about managing my exhibit. oh. hi e/n. get lost, thanks." - minghao

"mind your own business, [redacted slur]" - e/n

security kicks him out.

"thanks, hao. my day has been ruined because of him." - yn

"i'll buy you lunch? i don't think you've had lunch yet." - minghao

"thanks but i'm good. i don't usually have lunch anyways. i'm going to head home. my shift is over." - yn

"did wonwoo tell you our friend was staying over at your place today?" - minghao

"huh. who? he didn't tell me." - yn

i guess he forgot - minghao

"lee chan, or dino. the soloist. so don't be too shocked if you see him walking around." - minghao

"right. i'll see you tomorrow for lunch, minghao. go hang out with jun." - yn

"he's filming a movie right now. how am i supposed to go see him?" - minghao

"figure it out!" - yn

she forgot about dino and walked into the bathroom not knowing he would be there. luckily, he was half-clothed.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.

inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)

pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)

genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao

warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks

started: 28.12.23

ended: ?

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avatarofthearchives · 19 days ago

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Doorkeay Fic Tease: Prologue

(Note: I am currently writing a doorkeay fic that I am not yet ready to post on AO3. Since this prologue doesn't feature Michael and Gerry directly interacting, I want to wait until I have the next chapter written to post anything. However, I am excited about this fic, so I thought I'd post the prolouge here extra early as a teaser.)

"Emma will not be returning to The Archives." She says the words so flatly it takes a minute to understand what they mean. He's still trying to wrap his head around them when she continues on as if she's just telling him the weather. "Elias has already hired her replacement. Who I expect will start tomorrow. Do me a favor and try not to scare him off."

Gerard can feel every inch of his neck raise with bumps as he looks from the Leitner in his hand to the cold gray eyes of Gertrude Robinson.

While he's never surprised to learn another assistant has joined The Institute's quickly growing graveyard, the casual way she tells him of their fate never fails to make him uneasy. And after what he's seen. What he's done. That's one hell of an accomplishment.

"You're one to talk. I give him a month before the sight of a sweet old lady crossing the street sends him running." A thin smirk tugs at her lips in place of the words he wishes she'd use to explain what happened to the woman who used to watch spiders crawl across the window frame. He clears his throat in the hope she'll start back where she left off, but the silence that follows is as expected as it was the day he asked her why Fiona Law's face was plastered on missing posters all over the street.

To no one's surprise, she hadn't answered him then. She just glared with frustration that he had the nerve to outwardly wonder about the well-being of someone he once knew. He expects that she'll give him a similar look now that his lips part with a question, but there's something about the one detail she omits that doesn't let him just leave it alone.

"...So which one got her, then? The Web? The Spiral?" He's tempted to add "You?" to the end of that sentence before deciding that's a line he's not going to cross.

More Undercut

Not because he's afraid of her answer. Or blind to all the sacrifices she's made to save the world. He just doesn't want to watch that familiar blank look cross her face as she turns off the little emotion she has and replaces it with resignation toward what "needs" to be done.

It reminds him too much of how his mother used to look when making a new page.

"The morbid specifics hardly matter. What's important is the man starting tomorrow, Michael, I think, has very little experience in this line of work." Her lips purse as if that fact is a personal affront of some kind. Knowing her, it probably is. "It wouldn't hurt anything if you checked on him during your visits. My hands are full trying to stop this Spiral nonsense, and I don't have the time nor desire to add babysitting to my pile." He doesn't have the time to voice how much he doesn't want to do that before her mouth snaps shut. Leaving them in a heavy silence that is only broken by his loud, frustrated sigh.

"Good job changing the subject." She fixes a familiar glare on him over her square glasses. An emotion uncannily similar to maternal frustration welling in her gaze. He can't tell if he hates it or wants to bask in it for all it's worth. So he tells himself he does neither and ignores the way he holds her stare.

"Gerard, you'd be much more helpful if you focused on your books instead of the comings and goings of The Institute. Trust me, in this line of work, you're better off not knowing every piece of information there is to find." As much as he'd love to give a witty retort, he knows arguing with her has as much of a point as going up to a brick wall and asking it to move.

It's far easier to just throw his hands up in mock surrender, holding the Leitner between his fingers like a cigarette he wishes he had to smoke.

"Alright. Fine. Keep your evil secrets." Her eyes roll so far back it looks like it hurts. But he pays more attention to how her shoulders slump slightly into her frame. She almost looks relaxed. A notion that would be funny if it wasn't so absurd.

Most days, these conversations end with someone getting so angry that the door gets slammed on the way out. The old hinges still have wear from the day the astronaut with the kind eyes left with Gertrude and never came back. It's strange how intensely he felt about the life of a man whose name he can't even remember, but there was something about the kindness in his eyes that felt worth preserving.

Of course, she didn't feel the same. Gerry realized that bit of truth when she returned to The Archives covered in dirt and with a cigarette hanging loosely between her lips. He assumed what had happened immediately, but his rage-filled "Where is he?" was only met with the shake of her head and the line "It's already done."

Just like it is now.

When he thinks about it that way, it's easier to justify letting Emma go. Holding onto the past has never changed anything in a life filled with monsters and people all too eager to act like one in the name of the "greater good."

Still, that doesn't mean he's eager to meet another doomed stranger, especially one that's so inexperienced Gertrude felt the need to point it out. Those types of people never seem to last long; the light in their eyes attracts the fear's like a moth to a flame.

Maybe that's why he and Gertrude have managed so far.

The morbid thought makes a question bubble in the back of his throat. He tries to swallow it back down, but it leaks to the edge of his lips before he can hide the defeat laced in his tone.

“Did anyone actually tell the guy about the turnover rate?” She sighs. Her short nails tap against her desk, and he knows the answer.

"I suspect not. But he's already been hired. There's nothing more that can be done for him." Her voice comes out a bit softer than before, tinged with a tone that ventures close to remorse but doesn't quite reach it. It's somehow more unsettling than the subject at hand. "And we're too close to putting a stop to the rituals to worry about a consistent variable!"

For a minute there’s a long pause. Then a sigh rolls through Gerry’s entire body as he deflates in his chair.

"...Yeah." Trying to look anywhere but her, he glances down at her desk, covered in papers, and almost finds the energy to roll his eyes. She's never been the organized sort. Yet, even for her, the mess spread across the oak surface is excessive. Maybe it's just the amount of doodled fractals drawn on the pages that make the space feel so cluttered, but whatever the reason for the mess, a huff of air escapes his nose as a bitter smile twists at his lips.

“Well. Maybe he’ll at least get The Archives in order before something gets him. Eye knows the only thing that could cause more chaos than you in there is The Spiral with a map of the place." His jab is meant to be half-hearted at best, but the way she suddenly stares in his direction like he just told a hilarious joke and a forbidden secret at the same time makes it seem like it didn’t come across that way.

An apology is already on his lips in the split second it takes her to meet his gaze with an intense look he can safely say he's never seen on another person. Her eyes seem too wide for her face, and her lips curl in a way that reminds him of both a smile and a scowl. He feels like he's looking into the face of a mannequin. He feels like he's speaking to one, too, when her voice comes out with a jarring level of amusement he can't find a cause for.

“We can only hope.” His leg begins to bounce under the table. It moves in in such a fast motion he’s surprised she doesn’t feel the need to scold him for rattling her desk.

She probably would if she wasn’t so focused on the sheet of fractals he noticed before. The memorizing patterns twist across the page like a deconstructed carousel, so large and intricate he has to slam his eyes closed to fight off the start of a headache. He has no idea how she’s able to stare down at them so intensely. It takes all his will just to open his eyes and look vaguely in her direction.

“Hope doesn’t tend to get us far.” He mutters his words with a shrug, only to be met with a soft hum in agreement as she picks up her favorite red pen and hovers it above the dizzying page.

“No. Not in most cases. But you know what they say.” She quickly scrawls something down in the upper right hand corner, her hand moving so fast he can’t even make out the letters until she’s already done. “ When one door closes, another door opens.”

Gerry can hardly pay attention to what she says. He’s far too focused on the single confusing word she wrote on the page that, for some reason, makes the bumps on his neck rise to exactly where they were before. It simply reads:

“Map?”

He stares at her. Desperate to understand why there’s such weight in that word or why the chill in the air seems to signal that something has happened beyond his control. He searches her expression for clues. For something that could tell him what she's thinking. But all that shows on her face is an eerie calm as she simply shrugs. As if to say he's overthinking it all.

He can't help but feel a distinct feeling of distortion.

#magnus archives #the magnus archives #gerard keay #gertrude robinson #tma

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emojellyace08 · 1 year ago

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Okay I might come up with a rant right now...

(Warning: SPOILERS AND SENSITIVE CONTENT READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)

Just read Vin Jin's backstory and I honestly felt bad for him. Bro deserves better.

And announcement that I wouldn't write Taejin because he's a messed up motherfucker. I kind of cringe when one time I wrote something for him before it was revealed what kind of person he really is (he r**** Vin's sister). I would make edits and remove him. I also wouldn't write for the fake Baek Hangyeol (the fake doctor). Probably other characters as well? I don't know I might take considerations but I would be picky choosing what to write.

So far I will write for J-High, Big Deal, God Dog, Vin Jin, (I like writing good and sane characters lol) probably Gun and Goo? James might be considered but I'll still think about it (if he's ever really Charles Choi's second body I would go nuts and won't write him anymore since it will be very fucking weird). For Workers I am really picky as well.

I might be picky doing writing with the other characters.

And for the request and posting schedule!

I would write fluff, aus (I really love the crossovers and requests you guys make. I might do a zombie one with my own art since I'm in my L4D phase rn lol) and angst (probably less smut but that doesn't mean I won't write it anymore, I would just be picky about what lies on that category and if it is morally acceptable).

And I won't write weird ass stuff either.

Posting schedule isn't finalized yet but either around Thursday to Sunday (depends when I'm active). But I'll be probably be posting in Fridays first? I'm busy with my personal life right now.

Request Lists (that I haven't done yet)

Lookism (J-High AU) with reader (Part 2 for the Gen 0 ver.)

Fem! Gojo Reader x Lookism (Part 2)

Johan x Female Reader (feel free to add more information about how I will write it).

Gun x Female Reader (requested by rukuk)

(Feel free to add ideas if I left something on the list and requests might be done REALLY late since I got to focus on my studies. But I'll prioritize the other first requests before doing the others. But I already have saved drafts, just unfinished).

I'll try to post maybe later or tomorrow (I'm cramming right now so yeah. Wait for other announcements and posts for now. Thank you!)

#lookism x reader #lookism fic #daniel park x reader

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niobe-loreley · 1 year ago

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Heaven Is In A Shortcake {xvii}

AND NOW~ IT WAS TIME~ FOR TUMBLR TO DROWN IN THE SWEET SORROW OF THIS FIC'S 17TH CHAPTER

disclaimer: The Gray Man and the characters are NOT mine, even the reader. I only own the plot and the reader's character lol. Pictures used in the fic are NOT MINE, but only the edited version (u can msg me if u ze owner); credits to the rightful owners and canva + weheartit. Additionally, I am not a Subic/Zambales native, so my apologies for any wrong locations, descriptions, or languages.

Six x F!Reader / Courtland Gentry x Female Reader

warnings: moderate amount of swear words. some filipino dialogues. slow burn. fluff. trust issues. dramaramramamama. comedy if you use a magnifying glass. culture shock. word count check. slightly proofread/revised.

CHAPTER SELECTION IS IN THE ✨Masterlist✨ Chapter 16 was the icon Chapter 17 is the legend

word count: 3.9k (N/N) = nickname *Kiara = Clare *Kurt = Court *cover names = reader doesn't know YET (except you do know #wreckthe4thwall)

This has got to be kidnapping.

Yet how can it be when you're not even verbally struggling to escape?

The only physical binding you have is your sprained ankle. If you didn't have that, you can easily jump out of the car.

But you dare not anger Court any further. He might not let you leave them until you ripen of old age.

Would that be so bad, though?

You blush, sharply averting your gaze out the window as if it would throw the thought away. Being with Court and Claire in less than three hours for thrice a week should be enough for friends hanging out.

Right?

So, why are you wishing for more time?

Why are you always at the edge of your seat waiting for them?

Why is it always hard to watch them walk out of the cafe without you?

The answers are obvious. You just don't want to indulge them again, especially after what happened tonight.

"Home runnnn!" Claire shouts happily as she races through the garage. She certainly looked like she batted a ball out of the field, arms raised overhead, open-mouthed grin, and keys dangling noisily.

You and Court stay silent as Claire unlocks the door. He has you in his arms again, but you don't breathe a complaint this time.

"Want to take a bath, (N/N)?" Claire asks when the three of you entered the guestroom.

You nod. "Sure, that'd be grand."

Court gently sets you down on the bed. "Do you, um, need help?" he questions with a red face, "Taking a bath?"

You laugh. "I'm not that incapacitated, dude. Just get me a chair, towel, and clothes."

"Here's a towel!" Claire gets one from the closet and deposits it on the bed in a flash, "I'll go get a plastic chair!"

She's out of the room before either of you can blink.

"What a proactive teen," you comment amusedly before the silence becomes awkward.

Court snorts in agreement, looks at you for a few seconds, and turns away. "Hey, listen, you can borrow my clothes for the time being."

"Do you have my kind of underwear this time?" you tease.

"About the underwear.. we can buy some tomorrow morning." Court awkwardly rubs his nape, "There's a— what do you call this.. a small market at the park tomorrow. It's always there every Saturday, from 6 AM to 10 AM."

"A tiangge?"

"Yeah, that!"

"Alright, it'd probably be good for me to walk around tomorrow."

"Who says you'll be walking around?"

"Uh, I did?"

"No, you're staying in the car."

"What?"

"My house, my car, my rules."

You chuckle. "Court, seriously.. what are you doing? This is rather sweet and all, but you're lowkey scaring me." you swiftly add to ease his growing anxiety, "It's scary in a funny way, actually. But I'm getting worried that you're over-worrying about me."

He glances down at the floor. "Isn't this what friends do?" and peers at you with eyes so dubious it's as though he doesn't know the meaning of friends.

"Yeah, it is.. and I would do the same for you, it's just that…" you look straight into his eyes, "This kind of overworrying feels different. I can't help but think it feels different. This, us, we.. feel different. But I don't want to think it does, I want to know."

You're quick to realize what you just said, their weight and meaning, so you let out a loud laugh. Hopefully it will dispel your statements.

"Or maybe it's just me!— Me being silly ol' me," you snicker.

Yet Court is looking at you as though he understands the facade you're wearing.

"What's so funny?" Claire drags a monoblock chair into the room.

You shake your head. "I was just mimicking Flint Lockwood."

"You know Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs?!"

"Know it? I've watched it a hundred times!"

"There! Good as new!" Claire declares, satisfied.

After taking a bath, the father-daughter duo helped you with your wounds again. Claire has just finished bandaging your elbow. While Court went to get another compression bandage after leaving an ice pack on your ankle.

"Kiara.. may I ask you something?"

She snorts. "Of course. And no need to be all formal."

"How did you and Kurt find me?"

Claire freezes, the look on her face somewhat resembles a search engine loading continuously due to a weak internet. "Um, well.. we were going to invite you to watch a movie with us," she smiles sheepishly, "It's Friday. And it's been a while.

"Anyway, we knew you were going to Lillia's, so we turned around and drove to the hotel. We got there just as you were being chased."

You resist a shudder when you hear derisive howling in your ears. You wonder how long those guys will be in your mind, their laughs and hoots bouncing back and forth, reverberating your skull.

"I'm glad you two turned around," you smile at Claire with glassy eyes. "Thank you, Kiara."

She's stunned until tears brim her eyes. But Claire doesn't let them fall. "Don't just thank me. It's Six who beat their asses," she snickers.

"Who?" you ask.

"What?" Claire replies and freezes in realization.

"(Y/N), are you hungry?" Court inquires, sidling in the room.

"No, thank you." you glance at him from head to toe, "How about you? Didn't all that ass kicking got you starving?"

"Not really." Court sits on a chair at the edge of the bed. He takes off the ice pack from your ankle, which he towel-dries before he mindfully wraps a compression bandage around it.

He's too focused on your sprain while you're so engrossed watching him that neither of you notice Claire sneaking out of the room.

"Hey, can you come over here and hand me the ice pack?"

Court just finishes bandaging your sprain. Yet he wastes no time obliging you. This, again, neither of you notices.

"You found another welt on you?" he asks, sounding like he's half-joking (but he's not).

You snatch the ice pack from him and press it up against his left jaw. Court is monumentally unprepared for the "assault" that he winces in pain.

"Nope! Found a bruise on you, though." you say, snickering.

Court lets the astonishment wash over him. "You notice that?" he asks, somewhat amazed.

"At first, I thought it was a tattoo."

"Really?"

"No, I'm joking."

"Oh.."

You snort. "Doofus."

"Twerp," he fires back, flaring.

You double over, laughing. But you still have the ice pack steady on his jaw. "Sometimes you're a sore loser," you examine his face for any more injuries, but it's hard when he's scrunching it up to a scowl. "No, scratch that, you are one."

"And you're just infuriating. All. The. Time." he remarks with hardening emphasis.

"But you love me," you intone jokingly.

Court stares at you, astounded. And as the blood creep up his face, your laugh dies down in shame.

He knows you're joking, right?

You know you were joking.. right?

Sure, you like-like him, but you wouldn't call it love. Infatuation is more like it. Or stirrings, as Captain Jack Sparrow termed it.

Your inner self gives you an unimpressed look.

'Ok, fine.. feelings.'

Court calls your name.

"Huh? What?" you snap out of your stupor.

Court grabs the ice pack from you and off his jaw. "I asked if you want to call somebody." he says with genuine concern.

"Oh… I don't think I can talk to anybody about what happened just yet."

"Okay," he pauses, "Sorry.. I thought you'd feel better if you talked to Mindy. Or maybe Erick."

You chuckle. "I would if we were still dating."

Court blinks at you.

You elaborate. "I mean, we were only dating. He's not really my boyfriend in the first place."

"So… You two aren't dating anymore?" Court asks.

"That's right." you nod and pretend like your heart is not leaping up your throat because of what you plan to say next. "I told Erick I can't date him anymore because I realized I already like someone else. Even before him."

"So," he hums inquisitively, "You're dating this someone now?"

You shake your head, smiling sadly. "No, I haven't told him I like him yet."

He gulps. "Why is that?"

"Because after what happened tonight, as much as I want him to know.. I don't want him to think it's because he saved me."

Court is looking at you like you're a thousand-piece puzzle.

You blush. "I know I've liked this guy for a long while now. And I know this isn't the right time, but.. I'm idiotically still trying to tell him. That I like him."

Silence spreads to every corner of the room. And if it weren't for the crickets serenading outside, the silence would be awkward the way it should be.

Court is still saying nothing. He has his eyes on the floor and you have no idea what's going on in his mind.

Typically, you're that friend who advises their other friends to just say it— do it!— Don't ride the merry-go-around.

Yet here you are, dangling on one of the carousel horses as it spins for all eternity.

"You should get some rest." Court says finally.

"Huh?"

"I said, you should get some rest."

"Oh… That's what I thought you said."

He hauls out something from his jacket pocket. "Here.. the channel is all set," he nods at the walkie-talkie, "Keep it open and call me as soon as you need me— or anything."

"Sure," you grab the device absentmindedly. "Good night."

"Good night."

And then he leaves, shutting the door behind him.

You look at the transceiver, place it on the bedside drawer, and expel a hefty sigh. "Ang tanga mo talaga," you tell yourself, forcibly lying down. "Stupid, stupid, stupid! You should've just told him!— Why didn't you tell him? Oh right, because I'm an idiotic, no good, shit for brains, twat!"

A sharp twinge rises up your leg as a scratching pain erupts from the rest of your body. "Ow, ow, ow," you stop thrashing, slowly placing your sprained ankle atop the pillow it was on. You sigh exasperatedly, "I'm such a dumbass."

"You're such a dumbass!"

"Excuse me?" Court glares at Claire over his shoulder as they climb up the stairs.

She rolls her eyes. "Her message was as clear as the archipelago sun!"

"Whose?"

"(N/N), duh!"

He furrows his brows. "What message?"

She snaps her fingers. "And that's why you're such a dumbass."

"Fine. Whatever. Just get to bed."

"Fine! Let's all see how this stupidity between you and (N/N) plays out!"

Claire storms in her room and noisily shuts the door before Court can retort. He ponders what she's got to be mad about.

He takes a short bath, sets another set of clothes aside for you, and checks the house's security.

No one's after you three.

That's not just why Court suggested you stay with them for a few days. This is better than you staying all night at the cafe alone. And like hell he'll ever leave you alone after what happened tonight.

Court checks the handgun under his pillow as he looks at the guestroom's feed.

If someone did come after them, he'll have no choice but to take you with him and Claire.

Suddenly, he recalls what you said earlier as he lays on the bed.

"...as much as I want him to know.. I don't want him to think it's because he saved me."

You're not talking about him, right?

"I know I've liked this guy for a long while now—"

There's just no way, right?

"—And I know this isn't the right time, but.. I'm idiotically still trying to tell him. That I like him."

Court abruptly sits upright. "Fuck!" he breathes out, wishing he can do the same to the heat in his cheeks. "Don't do this to yourself, man. You're 100% uncertain."

Maybe you were just delirious from the trauma.

Yeah, that's plausible.

But also worrisome.

Court glances over to his desk, where the security feed is showing any events live inside, outside, and ten meters around the house. But he's focused on one feed: the guestroom.

You're fast asleep already. And how you're so unmoving sets paranoia ablaze in his veins.

He has the right to worry, right?

So, it's okay for him to switch on the guestroom's camera audio and cranks it up until he hears your breathing, right?

He puts on one earbud and doesn't dwell on the fact that what he's doing is downright creepy.

Setting up a tablet beside him on the bed, Court finds the security feed on the device. He then lies back down and tries closing his ends. Not after a minute, he ends up watching you on the screen.

'Hopeless..'

He ignores his demons snickering at him.

As he continues eyeing the security feed of the premises, particularly you, Court doesn't realize he fell asleep.

Until he hears you scream.

"NO! NO! STOP— PLEASE!"

Court practically becomes The Flash. He bolts down to the guestroom before his eyes can fully open.

He shouts your name as he bursts in the room. Opening the lights, he finds that you have no (external) attacker.

You're sitting down, yet you looked like you ran a marathon. "Hey, Kurt," you wipe the cold sweat off your brow. "I'm so sorry for waking you."

He stammers. "No. Not really, I.. I just got up to get some water."

You glance at the time, 1:35 AM. "Still, sorry for disturbing you and shit."

Court sighs. "Stop apologizing. How many times do I have to tell you?"

"Maybe 99 more to get it through my thick skull?"

"That's probably not enough."

You laugh, shaking your head, and you scratch behind your ear. "Did I wake Claire up, too?"

Court glances out the door when he hears footsteps. Claire carefully rounds the corner, armed with a handgun dipped towards the floor.

"No, she's still asleep." he blankly says as he turns back to you.

You heave a brow. "Why are you lying?"

Court is taken aback. Was he that obvious? No one can usually read him, not even Claire; although, Donald and Margaret used to.

"Oh, Claire!" you holler in a singsong voice.

The teen reluctantly peers in the room, hiding her weapon behind her. "H-Hiya," she smiles nervously.

You chuckle. "The two of you should get back to bed. I'm sorry for getting you out of there in the first place."

"It wasn't your fault you had a nightmare, (N/N)." says Claire. "Would—"

"Would you like some company?" Court asks just before the teen could. He looks at her in befuddlement, while she sneers maniacally at him.

"No, you two should rest." you give a small smile, "I'll be fine."

Except you didn't get to be.

For the past three hours, you've woken up from several nightmares. Only a few of them did you wake up screaming. Sometimes you can't even sleep immediately because it takes you back to the same bad dream.

It takes all of Court's might not to barge back in the guestroom, lay down next to you, and kick all those nightmares in the ass.

After your first nightmare, Court hasn't slept a wink. He returned to his room and watched you through the security feed. When you've had your second nightmare, he quickly sets up the sandbag in his room and starts whaling on it.

But there's only so much that he can take from hearing your cries. He tried muting your security feed, yet for some reason, it's worse than before.

So, Court has selfishly decided that you need someone with you tonight. Whether you like it or not.

He waited until you're back in deep sleep after a nightmare.

Without little to no sound, Court sneaks into the guestroom and places a chair beside the bed. And as he sits there, it just hits him that he doesn't know what the fuck to do. You'll probably have a heart attack when you wake up and find him staring at you.

How should he comfort you?

He pinches himself when the first thought he has is to get in bed with you. There's got to be another way other than that— it'll be the last resort.

You suddenly let out a grunt, stirring, and Court flinches, readying to flee. But you're still asleep. It's another nightmare.

Court spots your clenched fist and tightens his jaw. He looks at your grimacing face, and for some reason, it's similar to your concentrating face. Now, here's a thought: what if you're suppressing yourself for him and Claire? So that you won't wake them up because of your nightmares.

He chuckles in both disbelief and admiration. That'd truly be you. Even when you're having trouble, you're still looking after them.

Breathing in and out, Court takes your balled hand in both of his. He strokes your fist, tracing patterns on your skin until he feels your muscles release their contraction. Gently, he unfurls your tightened fingers and soothes them one by one.

Compared to his, your appendages are small and smooth. It astonishes him how a hard worker such as yourself has dainty hands. But he stands corrected when he feels a few callouses. Nevertheless, your hand fascinates him.

What would it feel like to hold both of your hands in his own?

The thought is cut short when he feels crescent marks on your palm. Court frowns at that and then at you. "Idiot.. stop taking on everything by yourself," he whispers and carefully holds your hand in both of his. "I'll be here for you, (Y/N). I am here. You just.. gotta see me."

For the second time tonight, Court has fallen asleep watching you.

And once again, you're the one to wake him. But not with a scream this time.

"Court," you softly call, tugging on his hands.

With his name like a feather on your lips, everything within him stirs wildly into life. But he doesn't show that effect you have on him.

He slowly rises from slumping on the bed. "Hey, sorry, did I scare you?" he blurts out with one eye still closed.

You chuckle. "No, you didn't."

"Get back to sleep. I'll just be here."

"Why don't you..?"

"Hm?" Court blinks at you curiously.

You fight back the blush, scoot further in the bed, and pat the space beside you. "I don't think you're comfortable there. Why don't you sleep here instead?"

He gulps. "Aren't you gonna ask me what I'm doing here first?"

"Will you answer me honestly? Or tell me to shut up and rest?" you question amusedly.

"Both?" he stifles a grin.

You shortly laugh before you tug him towards you. It doesn't take long for him to fold. Just you holding his hand is enough to make Court roll over for you.

He worriedly climbs in the bed—

"Oh, wait!"

"What?!"

"Let's switch."

".. Why?"

You redden. "I don't want you sleeping on my sweat, man! Understand?!"

He looks at you for a few seconds and sputters out a laugh. "Alright, fine," he says before you can chastise him for laughing. You scoot over as he rounds the bed, "There. Happy?"

"Very," you nod and settle down.

"Oh, wait!" he exclaims this time.

"What?!"

Court returns to his room to retrieve his clothes that you were going to wear later in the morning. "Change. You stink." he chucks them to you, sneering.

"Go away, then." you snarl.

"Like hell I would."

"Just turn around, moron!"

He obliges, snickering, and when he faces away from you, horrific realization strikes like vicious lightning across his chest.

You're undressing. With him still in the room. And it's just the two of you. Has he mentioned that you're currently undressing?

His demons are biting into the side of his neck, yanking at him to look over at you. This is bad. His self-control is losing a lot of blood.

"Need any help?"

Yup, that's significant blood loss right there.

"No, I got this. Thanks, Kurt."

After an eternity (minute) of suffering..

"Done!" you exhale, relieved.

And so did Court.

He rigidly gets in the bed without glancing at you. His self-control needs recharging, it doesn't help that you're half-an-arms length away. But even just a visual on you is lethal.

The two of you are staring at the ceiling. Until you turn your head to Court, just as he risks a glance at you. His self-control can't charge anymore.

You grin apologetically. "Sorry for keeping you up. Let's get some rest," and roll on your side, facing away from him. "Good night."

"Yeah, night." he replies, staring at your back.

Before horrendous thoughts can start invading his mind, Court notices something amusing.

He stifles a grin, his shirt is like a blanket on you. The way it hangs on you with too many folds screams that you're wearing an extremely baggy top. It'll never not be entertaining to have you in his clothes. What's more, only ⅓ of your feet are sticking out the hem of his joggers.

This time, Court doesn't fall asleep watching you. Because with you up close, he's granted visual acuity to scrutinize you evenly.

Your hair doesn't appear damp despite the cold sweat you're experiencing from the nightmares.

The curve of your shoulder somewhat displays tenacity and elegance simultaneously.

How can such a tiny body hold so much strength and carry such burdens?

Eventually, the nightmares are back. And Court is ready for them.

As soon as you're stirring abnormally and moaning in fear, Court props onto his elbow and carefully grabs your shoulder. He calls your name, shaking you gently.

You jolt awake, breathing heavily. "Court," you look at him, the fear in your wide eyes diminishing gradually. "Did I wake you?"

"No," says Court, steeling his resolve. "Come here."

You almost didn't understand what he said. Until he pulls you to him. And you move compliantly.

Court shimmies his arm under your head, while the other clutches your waist, pulling you closer until there's no space between your back and his chest.

You stifle a squeak when he slips a leg between yours. "Sorry," he says in your hair, "Just gotta get this.."

He clasps the edge of the pillow with his toes and carefully reels it. "Lift your left leg up," he tells you, and you oblige. He leaves the pillow between your legs and grabs the one you lifted. "You can put this down now."

He helps you in setting your sprained ankle down on the pillow.

"Good girl."

Oh, damn..

Thank the heavens you're not facing him right now. He'd probably mistake your face for a stove.

"No nightmare is getting to you now."

"Huh?"

You feel him moving his face against the back of your head.

"I said," he pauses, voice low, breaths fanning on your ear. "No nightmare is getting to you now. Because I'm protecting you."

Your heart finds it hard to go back to its place after cartwheeling up your throat. And when it's reminded of the position you and Court are presently in, your heart threatens to roll out your mouth.

"The nightmares are in my head, though." you chuckle, placing a hand on the arm you're resting your head on, you reach for his hand. "Thank you."

Court watches, with fireworks gleefully exploding in his chest, as you intertwine your hand with his. When the festivities calm down, he gives your hand a squeeze.

"You're always welcome, (Y/N)."

A/N: these chapters will be all FOR NOW~ I am continuing this fic y'all, albeit it'll be from time to time (ehem month to month huhuhuhu)

The door to Chapter 18 is blocked

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hils79 · 8 months ago

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Hils Watches Only Friends - Ep 12

Well I'm glad someone hasn't forgotten

That is not how rehab for alcohol addiction works. "It's okay if you have a little tipple but only if you're at home."

Oh please you were hitting on Mew literally 5 minutes ago

DUDE! Honestly, if I was Sand I would bail on both of them right the fuck now.

Look, normally I am in favour of a love triangle being solved with an OT3 but Boeing is the absolute worst and Sand deserves better.

GOOD!

This is a weird thing to add to the final episode of a drama. Things should be wrapping up not adding angst for the sake of it

Oh here we go. Mew about to tell them what Boeing did to him and Top. Chaos vengeance is back on the menu where is my popcorn

Hehe. It's funny because this is a drama

I mean he might not have sexually assaulted her brother but he still deserved to be slapped

I can't believe he just called rollerblading a vintage sport. Fuck, I'm old. I remember when rollerblades were a fancy new invention and everyone switched from skates to blades

YAY! The three of them teaming up to take down Boeing. I hope this is the last we will see of him

Oh no! I thought we were done with this. Well, I suppose he needs to fuck with Boston and Nick's admittedly cute 'let's be boyfriends until I love to the US' relationship

I mean they are basically the same person so sure. FFS Boston you couldn't keep it in your pants for a few weeks?

Honestly I think Nick's story is the most heartbreaking in this entire drama

Boston's like 'what all I did was stick my tongue in another man's mouth'

Sand speaks the truth

Wow okay I was not expecting them to make me cry yet here we are. Stupid emotions making me feel things.

I'm not sure a friendship group with this much fucked up history should be drunkenly playing truth or dare on New Year's Eve

Honestly you have to give props to Neo for playing such an unrepentant asshole so well. Look at him he's a puppy when he's not bastarding.

He is such a good boyfriend

Mew still a stone cold badass I see. Love it.

Nick is absolutely making the right decision but I'm still sad for reasons I don't even really understand. I think it's mostly Neo's puppy face

Uh...I was not expecting Top's hotel to catch fire 5 mins from the end wtf

I shouldn't laugh but they just evacuated an entire hotel and apparently these are the only people who were in the building

Oh, shit, I really shouldn't be laughing. I totally forgot Top has trauma from being involved in a fire when he was a kid

AHHHHHHHHHHHH! IT'S MIX! This just made my heart so happy!

You know what? I actually loved this drama! Everyone is a hot mess disaster gay but it was fun even when it was frustrating. I had a great time

And this is good timing because I'm going out of town tomorrow for my sister's wedding. I'll start a new drama when I get back in a few days

#hils watches #hils watches only friends #hils watches tdramas #only friends the series #only friends #tdrama

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bellaxgiornata · 1 year ago

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I was trying to find new matt fics to read and your page came up which personally I think it’s a sign to reread FFTD until the new installment comes out

Ahhh!! Omg well I'm glad my fics are fairly easy to find 😆 I don't know how easy searching for fics are on tumblr, but if you want to read something new I can recommend some authors that I know off the top of my head that have some multi-chapter fics if that's what you're looking for!

@loveroftoomanyfandoms (she has a few Matt series' that have been transferred from AO3 recently)

@mattmurdocksscars (I keep meaning to read Back From the Dead!)

@shouldbestudying41 (I believe she has links to her fic on AO3 that I keep meaning to read as well!!)

@theetherealbloom (I need to catch up Notre Dame but it's definitely an interesting fic!)

@shiorimakibawrites (the Alley Cat series is told through installments and yet another I need to catch up on that is so good!)

@souliebird (Soulie just yesterday posted the first chapter of a new Dad Matt fic that is SO GOOD)

Edited to add in (because I knew I blanked on other Matt x Reader series and probably still have):

@she-likesorchids (she has a great Murderdock series!)

@courtforshort15 (Skyfall is AMAZING 👏🏻)

@pastafossa (in the off chance anyone looking here for recs for multi-chapter Matt x Reader fics has somehow NOT heard of The Red Thread. I always forget to mention TRT because it's like Matt Murdock fandom classic lit and I assume we have all read or seen it 🙌🏻)

I'm sure I'm blanking on many other wonderful authors here who have multi-chapter Matt fics because I woke up like ten minutes ago but I thought I'd suggest some!! Or feel free to enjoy your read through of FFTD 🤣 I am hoping to edit up the next installment in one sitting later today and see how it reads, but it's just under 18k words so I'm sure that's going to be time consuming 😆 I am hoping either tonight or tomorrow I will get it posted, but it's truthfully the only thing I've been working on this week so ATY won't have an update for a few days either. But that is probably what I will work on writing next!

#Bella answers #some multi-chapter Matt fic authors #I'm sure I'm forgetting a ton

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kahlanmars · 2 years ago

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BAD FEELING 14

I am so early it's getting annoying, you know, but I feel so happy when I write this! Also, I'm a GREAT Taylor Swift fan so if you think "Uhm, that's a funny coincidence" it's not lol.

Comment if you want me happyyyyy! I don't know if it's worth it to keep going, I don't know if people like it or not!

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14. One kiss, one page

The first days in District Thirteen are far from perfect. The suit they gave you is the most horrendous piece of clothing they could ever choose, and make up is forbidden. It is like they want to erase all the pretty things from the world.

You asked to be placed in Haymitch’s room, but they told you it wasn’t possible if you weren’t married.

You are in quarantine, which means no mom, no Effie and no Katniss, you are all in a room with a lot of beds and parasols and grey curtains. They love grey, from what you’ve seen. Perla and Lora are still asleep, they are worse injured than you, and Finnick is working with something technological speaking with someone, but you can’t sleep.

The bright side is that for a night you still have your man. Tomorrow he is sent to rehab, a violent and deeply wrong kind of rehab you can’t quite put a finger on. Are they trying to make him feel worse? Because he is a spectacular asset in the revolution, but even a genius can’t think straight with tremors and headaches.

«Can I tell you something without sounding ungrateful? Because I am. I am deeply grateful that you saved me.» You say, while Haymitch is in your bed. His hands are already shaking from the addiction, but you like to think your caresses can make the situation a little better. He hums in pleasure in response so maybe you are right.

«Go on.»

«I don’t like this place.» You whisper. «All these rules are weird. I am not saying I would go back to the Capitol, but…»

He shuts you up with a kiss. «You made your point.» And he made his. You couldn’t speak freely, not yet. From the Capitol to District 13 you are still in the game, just with another character.

«Maybe I will like it better after quarantine.» You humour him. «I really hope I’ll be able to visit you.»

«Perhaps you shouldn’t. They explained what will happen, and they mentioned rage, hallucinations, there is a reason why I’m in isolation.» You’ve seen him in bad places before, but hallucinations… that scares you a little, you have to admit it.

«I can handle it.» You murmur looking at his blue eyes.

«You don’t have to.»

«Yes I need to.» You shake your head. «You are not my mentor anymore.»

«I know but-»

«No. You are not my mentor anymore, or my employer for what it matters. You don’t need to protect me from the world, what have I told you before? I am an adult just like you. I took care of you before, I cleaned your mess and stayed with you. I’m strong, Haymitch. And I like you. And if we want to continue what we have, and of course you want to because I’m flawless and stunning, we have to take care of each other. Fifty fifty.»

He is silent. You didn’t want to give him a lecture, but at the same time he has to understand that he is not your boss. The power dynamics in your relationship are fucked up, but you are not a damsell in distress.

But maybe you overstepped. «If, if you want to keep going with it, of course.» You add, and now your eyes are on the floor.

«I wouldn’t have begun something with you if I didn’t know about the revolution.» He whispers.

«Funny, I thought I was going to die in a week.»

«I knew you weren’t. I mean, there was a chance, but not a high one.» He lifts up your chin, forcing you to watch him in the eyes. «I’m not good with those things.» He confesses.

«I know. I just want to know if you want it. Because if you don’t want it’s okay, but if you would like to be with me, without any label of sort, just you and me… Well we know we work well together.»

«I’m a mess.» He argues.

«Do you want it?» You insist.

«You are twenty four and I’m forty one.» He retorts.

«Do you want me?»

«I’m not a relationship type.»

«I never asked for a relationship but if you don’t want me I deserve to know.»

He shuts the hell up for a moment, and you can’t help but think of the worst. «Are you tired of me?»

He takes your lips in a kiss so fierce and powerful that is almost violent, all of his strength is on your body, all of his weight on you. «Never.» He answers between kisses.

You smirk. «I have broken ribs, you savage.»

«Oh fuck sorry, I didn’t think.» He tries to get up but you immediately take him and push him down to you. He didn’t think. Not “I didn’t think about it”, he didn’t think because he was so whipped by you.

«Nah-ah, mine.» You purr in his ear. «Is that a yes?»

He just nods. You get it’s hard for him, after his parent’s and girlfriend’s death. He was isolated from the whole world, he said it himself he didn’t want to get attached to you. You managed to keep him tied to you nonetheless.

«I like you so much. You don't have to tell me anything but I want you to know.» Because he thinks he doesn't deserve this. And maybe, just maybe, if you keep repeating it he will believe you.

«You have to get some sleep, sweetheart.» He kisses your forehead. You giggle at this exposure of tenderness.

«I don't want to waste time. What if there's a cute doctor and you fall in love with her?» This time you joke, but he rolls his eyes.

«Given the fact that I have been living like an hermit since I was seventeen, I think you are pretty safe in that field.» You hope. You tend to be the jealous type, you were with Clark and it wasn’t a sensual situation, you don’t know how you could react to jealousy in a relationship. Even if yours is not a relationship.

«They will have their claws on you. You are handsome, you know?» You start peppering kisses on his neck. «All the girls want to be me.»

«You are delusional.» You aren’t. As much as Perla can joke about it and Finnick can says he is old, he is not even fifty, he has strong arms and blue eyes, and he is magnetic in everything he does. You feel a little safer just because he is in disguise as this drunk grumpy crazy man who doesn’t want to talk to anyone, but it’s a charade. And even when he was playing the part he used to go to every shop in District 12 to buy something, just to help the people who worked there with his victor’s money. During Christmas he sometimes gave candies to the kids, or he gave you the money to do so without his name on it. He has a great heart. You hope women don’t notice it too much.

«Oh c'mon! Maybe this drunk character you've created is not that appealing, but you must know you are good looking.» Even Katniss said it, when he was younger he was a looker.

«I was. When I was sixteen. At your age I was already a wreck.»

«No you weren't! And you are not now.»

You stay silent for a moment, and you stroke his hair.

You hate Snow for what he has done to him, and you can’t help but wonder why you are not a wreck. You should be, you killed two people. People who had a family, dreams, ambitions. You always thought you would have been traumatised for that, thinking they had mothers who cried for them, children maybe, as for the Capitol man. In reality it didn’t happen. You can sleep at night. The Capitol man was a rapist and he deserved it, and you repeatedly asked Clark to be in an alliance with you, you begged him, and he was actively trying to kill you from the start.

Are you just evil? You know Haymitch is not, and he tries so hard to be. Maybe you try so hard to be good because you are evil.

«How was she?» You suddenly ask.

«Who?» He frowns.

«Marjorie.»

You are sure he will stand up and go away, and you see in his eyes he is about to do this but he squeezes your hand.

«We were very young. She was the baker's daughter, like Peeta. She was beautiful. All the boys wanted her, you know.» He indulges himself to be a little proud of his younger self, who succeeded in conquering the most beautiful girl in the district. You ignore the sting of jealousy, because it’s nonsense. She is dead.

«Did you love her?»

«I was sixteen. Sneaking in the meadows to have sex is not exactly love.»

«It is at sixteen.» You press a kiss on his cheek. «I'm not going to say it.» You didn't deserve this, you were a kid in a game stronger than you. And she didn't deserve it either, barely in a young love. It is not your fault. Not everyone you love will die. It is not a curse. You are not the problem.

«Thanks.»

He takes your face in his hands and he gives you a long deep kiss.

«You survived.» You can read his mind: you managed to survive despite him, it is a miracle, he should probably leave you alone because a miracle doesn’t happen twice.

«I'm pretty hard to kill. Thanks for the water.» You want to keep the conversation on a lighter note. He is done talking about his late girlfriend, it’s a great gift he even agreed to this at all.

«No problem, gorgeous.» He pats your leg. Oh if you weren’t in a room full of people you would have know how to spend the last night with your man.

«Would you read for me?» You suggest, «Since we are not sleeping. I want to read all the books you have, I've always been envious of your library.»

He laughs. «I clearly remember you stealing my books while you were cleaning.»

«What can I say? Now I've read all the books beside your bed. We know each other better.»

He nods, amused by your ability to speak your way out of any situation. «Little thief. Good thing you are so beautiful.» He is in a playful mode now, so he leans down for a peck.

«Shhh, read the book. Pleeeease.» You blush a little, but two can play at this game.

He takes a book from his bed and goes back to you. “Tales of Panem”, you didn’t read it. He is right, you borrowed several of his books. He had Capitol books, and the little school library in the district has four or five books. You had to.

«One kiss, one page?» He suggests, but your hands are already on his chest.

«One kiss, one line.» You debate.

«We will never finish the first chapter.» He laughs, but he kisses you anyway. You won.

«We have all night. Are you complaining?» You pat his arm, and he bites your neck. You should be more aware of marks now that you’ll live with your mother again.

«Never.»

The separation is not messy because he is not here when you wake up. There’s a note instead.

See you later, gorgeous. Take care of yourself, and visit when I’ll be better. Not before. Trust me, I’ll miss you.

Of course, he avoids the big goodbye. Maybe it’s better this way, you would have said something bad about the District.

«Can I get up?» You ask your nurse when she comes, and she caresses your cheek. You want to say to her you are not a kid, but it’s actually cute.

«You’ll take medication. Your body will be in shape in two or three days, ok?»

«Three days?» You whisper in disbelief. In Twelve everything was a big deal, you had a tiny hospital but it wasn’t so good and nurses here and there, like Katniss’s mother, who did what they had to do. Holly took care of pregnancies, for example. You didn’t want to be sick in Twelve.

«A lot of Capitol doctors are rebels, so now we have their medicine.» She explains. You nod, thinking how the hell doctors could know about the revolution.

There are a lot of things you have to catch up on.

«Thank you for saving me.» You add, and you know she didn’t do anything but it’s her home, and as much as you don’t like they still saved you. «I’m Daisy.»

«My name is Inez.» She greets you. There is something weird in her tone, though. Something like an accent. Yours.

«You… you have my accent?» You are surprised you see that, but after two weeks in the Capitol and one in the Games you are not used to your accent anymore.

«I used to live in District 12 when I was a kid.» She explains, a sweet smile on her face. She looks like your mother’s age, maybe they know each other.

«What happened then?»

«I became an orphan, I was in the system, I was in danger and… it was another time, another life.» She strokes your hair. «I’ve seen you in the Games.» She murmurs while she takes care of your medication. If she wants to change the subject you are fine with it. «How you saved the girl from Eleven and the girl from Four.»

«I also killed the boy from my district.» You have to add. She was in an orphanage? That’s the life Holly spared you.

«Wasn’t he going to kill you first?» She finishes it. «Do you really want to become a teacher?»

You are not sure anymore, if you have to be honest. You like kids and the prospect felt good in Twelve, but now you found out new labels of yourself. You like clothes, you like creating outfits, but in District Twelve it’s not really useful.

«I think so, yeah. I mean a week ago I thought I was going to be dead so I didn’t think much about my career, but since I’m not, yeah.»

«We have a lot of District 12 kids and we are actually looking for a substitute teacher. Would you be interested in that?» Well, it’s a way to settle down for the moment. You are not a tribute anymore, you obviously are not a maid anymore, you might as well be what you wanted to be for twelve years.

«Yeah, I would like that.»

She seems satisfied with the answer.

«So I’m sorry if I overstepped but… it is real?» Oh, the question. Everybody has The Question. Was it real? Was it for the cameras? Are you in love with a victor who won when you weren’t even born yet?

«Very real.» You confirm. She looks a little worried. That’s the prelude for your mother’s reaction.

«Isn’t he a little old for you? You are, what, twenty?»

«Twenty four. And no, he is not a little old for me.» You sound cranky now and you get that it’s not good manners, but that’s not that nurse’s business.

She gets it, luckily. «He seems like a good man.»

«He is the best.»

She ties your hair in a ponytail and she caresses your face. «Are you ready to get up?»

Turns out you weren’t so ready to get up, because you have to sit down after five minutes. You don’t have any resistance and you just want to rest.

The bright side is that you get to see District 13 and it sucks. There’s no silver lining for that, it’s horrendous. You are grateful you don’t have to fight to the death, but the place scares you. Everything is grey, there are a lot, a lot of tunnels and all the rooms are the same. You will get lost, you already know that.

Inez is near to you until you go to a room that looks like a cafeteria, and then she is gone again and you are alone.

For a moment.

«Daisy!» You’d recognize that voice everywhere.

«Mommy!» She hugs you tight, a little too tight given that you have broken ribs. You shouldn’t call her “mommy”, you are an adult, and truth to be told you almost never call her mom, but you really thought you’d never see her again.

«You are safe. You came back to me.» She strokes your raven hair, like you are a baby, and she refuses to let you go until you have to sit.

She looks twenty years older. You are not going to tell her, but she has a lot of wrinkles on her skin and white hair in her locks.

«I thought I’d lost you.» She repeats, and now she is crying.

«You didn’t.» You are vaguely aware you are making a scene, and you don’t want Perla or Lora to see you. They don’t have their mom here. You didn’t even see Chaff, you don’t know if he is here or captured in the Capitol. «I’m here.»

«When you were in the games, I- I didn’t want to watch it but I wanted to see you, and…»

«I think I nailed it, didn’t I?» You try to take a lighter note, but she seems upset.

«The poor Undersee boy.»

The poor Undersee boy wanted to end your daughter’s life, but before you could say something like that to her you are hugged again, and this time you scream too.

«Effie!» You are beyond happy to see her. She was your light in the Capitol and you can be her light here, in a place that you know better.

«My darling girl!» She winks at you and you hug her again, you want to keep her close.

She is so different. She doesn’t have her signature wig, but she covers her hair with a foulard. Grey, of course. And she doesn’t have any makeup on. «Your wig…»

«I am a political refugee, darling. Can’t ask for much.» That is deeply wrong. She helped you get out of the games alive, she saved you as much as Haymitch did, and now they repay them with a violent rehab and insufferable rules.

«You are still beautiful, it’s not something they can take away from you.» You try to reassure her, and it’s the truth. Even in a grey jumpsuit that is made to look bad she shines.

«Well, let’s say we are here and safe. And you are my roommate.»

You almost jump before you remember you can’t because you are bandaged. Inez would kill you. «That is fabulous! If we have any ashes I think we can make black eyeshadow.»

«You genius girl, I missed you so much.»

Holly is there, looking a little confused. Well, she doesn’t know how much you became close to Effie Trinket during your time in the penthouse, but she will understand. Effie is a good person, people in District 12 need to understand that.

«Mom, can I lie down now? I’m a little tired.» You still call her mom, because you missed her. You missed her hug, and you desperately needed her when President Snow decided you were a target.

You called her in your sleep when you killed a man, and it’s not her fault she didn’t hear you.

Still, Effie was there.

«Of course honey, can you handle going into your room alone?» You don’t think so, without Capitol medication you wouldn’t have been able to walk at all, but you don’t want to look spoiled or weak so you are about to say yes, when Effie snorts in a way that is somehow still ladylike.

«Nonsense, we can ask someone to carry her.»

«If she says she can, why bother someone?» Your mother argues.

«Because she’s turning blue.»

«Actually,» You interrupt them. «I don’t think I can do it alone.» You don’t want to portrait Holly like the villain, but it’s true you are turning blue from the effort.

With a satisfied glance Effie manages to ask a boy from District 13 to accompany you, but before you get to be in your bed, your mother stops you.

«Can we talk later?» She is worried, and a little angry maybe. You don’t want to deal with it right now. You know what she wants to say. You killed an innocent guy, you fraternised with the enemy, Effie Trinket is vain and shallow, and you admitted on national television you had sex with a guy who shared my class in first grade.

«Later.» You promise.

When she goes away it’s Effie who caresses your hair. Your room is the same as all the other rooms, narrow, poky and grey, two beds with white blank sheets and a little tiny toilet with a door - thank all the gods.

«I don’t feel safe here.» You whisper, and she just nods. «Can you stay with me?»

You and her are both stuck with you, you remember Haymitch’s words. Your loyalty is with them, and Katniss, and Peeta and your friends. And your mom, of course. You have to remember that.

She kisses you on the cheek and tugs your bed before sitting on your sheets.

«Always, darling girl.»

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updates will prob be once a week now

chapter fifteen

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Paige's pov:

After that night when I told Azzi everything that had happened, Azzi has been on a mission to keep me busy. It's been tiring, but I'm also grateful she cares enough to do that. Thankfully she hasn't told the other girls yet.

Azzi is trying to get me to go kayaking with her today, and I have nothing better to do so I guess i'm going. I throw on my swimsuit and grab my bag before dragging myself out of my dorm. I look behind me before I shut the door to yell a goodbye to Aubrey.

I turn around and head toward the exit when I hear a familiar voice. The soft voice that I used to listen to everyday was coming from around the corner up ahead of me. I stop, frozen in fear, wondering what I'm supposed to do in this situation. She definitely doesn't want to see me, and I don't know if I'm ready to see her, let alone talk to her.

Unfortunately my thinking is interrupted by a gasp that came from Evelyn. My first instinct is to sprint back to my dorm, but I can't move from my spot on the floor. I try to think of something to say, but what do I say to her? Uh sorry I kissed you I was just joking??? Thankfully she speaks before I can get anything stupid out of my mouth

"Hey, Paige," She says softly.

Not knowing what else to say, I just say "Hey," back. But then I quickly decide to add, "What are you doing here?" looking back at her.

Looking nervous, she says "Well I'm staying with Ashlynn right now because I kinda broke up with Blake." She looks down at her shoes as she finishes.

I let out a surprised gasp because I never believed she was ever going to break up with him. "I'm so happy for you Evelyn, and if you're ok with it I think we should catch up sometime." I say deciding to just go for it.

"Yeah, that'd be nice Paige! Are you free tomorrow?" She says looking surprisingly happy.

"Yeah!" I say with a smile now on my face.

We agree to text later about the details of our plans and we part ways. When I look down at my phone I realize I'm late to meeting with Azzi and have a few missed calls from her. Oops.

Blake's POV:

These past few days have been a bit of a blur, so I'm glad I'm finally going home to relax a bit. Surprisingly, I'm kind of excited to see Evelyn, I mean it has been quite a while since I saw her last. She just better not be annoying, I'm not in the mood to lose it right now.

I walk up the steps to our apartment and wonder why she wanted me to come home. She usually doesn't care what I do, but whatever, she probably just missed me or something.

I throw open the door and yell that I'm home, but after taking off my shoes I look around for Evelyn. Our normally messy apartment is unusually clean, so Eve is probably just asleep after cleaning I guess.

I walk to our bedroom, to check if she's in there. But instead seeing her asleep on the bed, I see the closet wide open with all of her clothes missing. What? I make my way to the bathroom and again see all her things missing?

Confused, I walk back to the kitchen, this time seeing a small piece of paper on the countertop. When I look closer, I realize it’s a note.

Blake, I've loved you since freshman year here at Uconn, and I think some part of me always will love you.

Some part?? What is she trying to say?

Our relationship was amazing, but it has become unfathomably toxic and damaging.

The more I read, the angrier I get. What does she mean our relations ship was amazing? Are we not still in one?? And toxic, how is loving each other toxic, I mean I know I get mad sometimes but it’s not that serious.

I can't continue on like this, and our love is no longer enough to keep us together.

What. She didn’t even want to tell me in person? She can’t just make this decision for us, this is a two person relationship.

I'm sorry, but I have to leave and I hope you understand.

Love,

Your Eve

I slam my hand down on the countertop. She wants me to understand? How am I supposed to understand when she is acting like such a bitch? If she wants to break up so badly, why would she call herself ‘My Eve’?

I’m angrier than ever. I need to find her.

Evelyn's pov:

Thankfully, my exchange with Paige wasn’t as awkward as I had imagined it would be. I hope she understands why I had to leave that night. I’d love to start hanging out with her again, I mean she’s just so fun, and I’m starting to miss her. Since it’s been a few hours, I decide to text her about our plans for tomorrow.

Paige

Hey, so what time did

you want to meet up tomorrow?

I was thinking around

2:30 if that’s good for you

Yeah that works! Wanna

meet at the coffee shop

so we can grab some?

Yeah! that would be

fun, see you tomorrow

See you tomorrow!

Wow, that was pretty easy, I feel like it always takes forever to make plans with my friends.

Soon Ashlynn comes home and I decide it’s time to debrief her on everything that happened between Paige and I.

I start by telling her how she slept over after I got back from the hospital and we went to beach later, but stayed later than everyone else. I told her about how after she drove me back, she kissed me and I kinda freaked out and ran out of the car.

“WHAT? Why didn’t you tell me this when it happened, and why did you run off?” She intensely questions.

“Well I ran off because I had so many things holding me back like my parents and Blake, but I’m sorry I didn’t tell you soon I was trying to process it myself. But Paige and I are good now I think, I mean we’re hanging out tomorrow.” I reply sheepishly.

“Well you two seem good for each other and I think you should go for it.” She says while shrugging.

Her reply shocks me and my wide open mouth showcases that, but before I get the chance to say something, there’s a knock at the door.

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i think we all know who it is

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Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 13

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"Are you ready for Sunday's game?" Ben asked.

"I was born ready" June smiled.

"If you win, the league is yours."

"No way, really?"

"You can't be sarcastic and smile at the same time, Maxwell. It loses all its meaning."

"Shut up and keep cutting that tomato" she said, trying really hard to stop smiling like an idiot.

She and Ben had kept seeing each other even more often, spending most of her free afternoons and nights at his house since she still shared her flat with John, and they would usually follow the same routine.

She would buy some food after training, they would cook it together, and then eat it while watching something on tv until one of them fell asleep. Nine times out of ten, that would be June. Since she didn't like driving that late at night, she would stay at Ben's, always in the same room. By now, it felt as if it belonged to her.

She had some clothes in the closet to get changed, a toothbrush and some creams in the bathroom, an extra blanket on the bed for when she got cold, a phone charger.... And if you asked Ben, he would tell you that it already smelled of her, of that perfume she always wore and that reminded him of his summer holidays in Spain.

In the mornings, and if June didn't have training, they would go out for a walk around the neighborhood before going back home and making breakfast, sitting together once again to eat and just talk, getting to know each other more and more. They weren't seeing the other as June Maxwell and Ben Chilwell anymore. They were just June and Ben. Two friends who occasionally made out.

"Are you doing anything special after the game?" he asked.

"Celebrate" she smirked.

"And if you don't win?"

"We are winning, Chilwell. Stop trying to jinx it."

"I'm not trying anything" he said, lifting his hands.

"Careful! You have a knife there!"

"Oh, sorry" he said, putting it down.

"That was dangerous, Ben."

"I know, I'm sorry" he said, kissing her cheek.

"Being cute won't make me forget that I had a knife next to my eye."

"It wasn’t next to your eye" he laughed.

"That's what you say. You weren't paying attention."

"I'm sorry" he said, kissing her cheek again and hugging her from behind.

"Ben… Stop."

"Why?" he asked, now kissing her neck.

"Because I also have a knife, and you are distracting me."

"Am I?" he said against her skin, sending goosebumps down her spine.

"Ben… please."

"Ok, fine" he chuckled. "But only because that burger smells amazing and I'm famished" he said with a cheeky smile.

"Thank you" June replied, trying to focus on what she was doing and not on how close Ben's body had been to hers, on how he had made her feel.

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“How does it feel lifting the league trophy, June?” Andrew asked.

“Honestly… best feeling ever” she said, a big smile on her face.

“How are you going to celebrate?”

“I don’t know yet. We may wait until the party on Tuesday with the boys to do something big and celebrate both titles together. But I heard there is pizza in the changing room, so that’s a beginning” she laughed.

“I like how that sounds” Jacob said. “What about you, Chilly? Anything to add?”

“Just congratulations. And behave yourself, Maxwell. I may have gone soft on you this season, but that may not happen on the next one” he smirked.

“I’ll try” she winked, noticing how Ben’s cheeks had turned a shade darker.

“Ok, I think we can let June go eat that pizza” Andrew chuckled.

“I think we can, yes” Jacob said. “Enjoy the summer, June. You deserve it.”

“Thank you, guys. You too” she smiled. “And you keep an eye on your phone” she whispered to Ben once her microphone was off.

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“Are we doing something tomorrow or not?” Vittoria asked.

“I think I’m gonna be too tired, to be honest” Lauren yawned. They were on the bus on their way back to London, most of their teammates taking a nap or just catching up with their families after celebrating at the stadium.

“June?”

“I have plans” she said, her eyes fixed on her phone.

“Plans? With whom?”

“With Chilly, obviously” Lauren chuckled. “Are you taking your relationship to the next base?”

“There is no relationship” June replied, rolling her eyes.

“But whatever you have going on is going to the next base, isn’t it?”

“I would not complain if it happened” she smirked.

“June!” Vittoria laughed.

“What? The last time we met he was touchier than usual and I’ve been horny since then. I need a release.”

“Did she drink anything?” Vittoria asked Lauren. “She had never been this… open about her feelings for him.”

“I don’t have feelings for him.”

“Of course you don’t, June. Of course you don't” Vittoria said.

“Lauren, what is it?” June said, ignoring her other friend.

“Uh?”

“You are giving me Leah’s judgy look. What is going on inside that head of yours?"

“It’s nothing. I’m just trying to decide when you are going to fuck up things with Chilly” Lauren shrugged.

“Lauren! Don’t be like that” Vittoria said. “This may work out, he may be the one!"

“He might, yes. But we both know June, and she could still ruin it.”

“Love the confidence” June replied. “But he isn’t the one or the love of my life. He is just a friend.”

“Yeah, yeah. A friend you don’t have feelings for and that you want to shag just because you are horny.”

“Exactly” she said, trying to keep all the things she had been feeling for him lately locked in the back of her head. All the times he had made her heart skip a beat with something he had said or with a smile. All the times she had felt funny things on her stomach when he had kissed her, touched her. They were just friends and nothing else, she couldn’t allow herself to think otherwise. It was too scary, and as Lauren said, she would definitely end fucking things up.

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