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Have some more Unova kids hcs bc why not the brainrot is real
â˘okay but fr tho "*didn't ask for pickles but is too shy to tell the server*" w Hilbert, Bianca, and N, and "excuse me, but they asked for no pickles" w Hilda, Iris, and Cheren
â˘they would play every co op game under the sun, I just know it, that's how Iris got her love of fps games cause she gets to play it w her friends
â˘they def play pkmn unite tho
-tho when they do play unite, the others always separate Iris and Hilbert as the two are like pros, so it's always three on one side and three on the other when they do a pvp tournament w each other
-usual teams are Hilda, Cheren, and Iris, and then N, Hilbert, and Bianca
-surprisingly enough, N is good at that game, and got every pkmn at least the green ribbon bc he wanted every one of his friends to have one
-Zoroark got a gold ribbon tho let's be real, he only ever uses Zoroark in that game it's insane
â˘as much as the others tease Cheren that he's like a teacher now, they do actually listen to his lectures, and would oftentimes hang out in his gym whenever they're free
-whenever he's not around, the others would always tell his students how cool and strong he is, and the kids would be so amazed bc ofc, the two Heroes and the Champion looking up to their teacher? Their Gym Leader? Ofc they'd eat that up, and they'd listen more to Cheren cause they wanna be strong like him now too
â˘Iris and N having that solidarity that they never had much friends, or rather didn't really have friends, when they were younger and the Nuvema kids mean so much to them bc it's the first ever friend group they had
-and really the first friend group that doesn't make fun of anything abt them and how odd they are
â˘Iris is that rich friend let's be real, she's Champion and her grandpa is the mayor of a city, ofc she'd have that money, and she'd just spend most of it buying lil gifts for her friends, usually Dragon themed stuff, or things that she thinks they'll like
-shes the one that goes all out during their birthdays and Christmas, saying how she's only getting the best for her friends
â˘N is staying w Alder now, as the others didn't just want him to fly around Unova or stay inside Plasma's old castle, and hey they all wanted to let N stay w em, but N decided to just stay w Alder instead and Alder was more than happy
-he also helps Alder in teaching the kids more abt PokĂŠmon, it makes him happy how patient the children are and how understanding they are when it comes to their partner pkmn
-it makes him miss his own PokĂŠmon sometimes, but he knows they're happy wherever they are
â˘altho Bianca would often say she's the weakest of the bunch, she's actually a really capable trainer that she got to the semi finals in the PWT
-the others did help her train, as they didn't want her getting hurt while running errands or doing research stuff
-yknow what, Bianca's Serperior deserves to have Contrary, so hey her Serperior's ability is now Contrary, as a treat
-bonus tho, Hilbert's Emboar has Reckless as an ability
â˘Zekrom, Reshiram, and even Kyurem would listen to Cheren, Bianca, and N's commands
-pls ur honour they trust each other so much that even their legendary pkmn would listen to the ones that aren't even their actual trainers
â˘Hilda and Hilbert could impersonate each other really well when they were younger, ofc now they have different body types they couldn't anymore, but they could still somewhat mimic each others voices that it honest to god still scares Cheren
-Cheren had told N and Iris that the twins always did that back then to mess w them, and "it seems you two didn't grow out of it."
"oh cmon, Cheren, it's fun!"
"you say it's fun because you two can mess with people online with it."
"yeah no shitâ"
#lowkey tho i wanna draw them na#i should at one point hahah#pokemon hcs#trainer hilda#trainer hilbert#trainer bianca#gym leader cheren#champion iris#n harmonia#unova kids
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please pick friends u can argue or have misunderstandings with and actually communicate with immediately after like, itâs so fucking important
#like if anything Iâve learned the last couple years is fucking communicate#like actually#my family isn't really big on it and that's probably part of the reason I started writing so young#tried to break that with my niece and was mostly successful we fight but can actually discuss and work things out and talk#I always have encouraged her to express her damn feelings because my stereotypical scorpio sister is in there too so I had to drag it out#and I can be the same itâs hard for me but I try harder now than before#Iâm always honest with myself but expression is hard I get it#like we fought the other day and when she came home l expected her to just go in her room#and she just stood there and looked at me like well??? like that one meme haha#and we talked instead#gotta break those generational curses man#but yeah holding people accountable and calling them out is needed sometimes and also apologizing and talking it the fuck out#even if it sucksâŚ.do it#set boundaries and u allow what u allow#Iâm at the point of my life I just wonât tolerate certain things and thatâs valid but also without communication#youâre not moving either way with clarity and clarity is everything#itâs ok to move on from any kind of relationship but were u honest first? was there clarity#and if nothing changes or you canât find peace you can move on and compartmentalize that loss better because u tried first#I get some reasons donât warrant any of that but overall#but yeah I do word things like a straight up bitch sometimes and yes u should tell me hahah#can piss eachother off and misunderstand eachother#but thereâs paragraphs coming and thatâs the important bit#Iâm still learning but better than I was
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man yellowjackets would be so much better if it didnt keep cutting back to the present day
#incoming tag rant#I DONT CARE ABOUT THESE GROWN ASS WOMEN SHOW ME THE LORD OF THE FLIES SHIT#like i dont wanna see that shauna is having an affair i wanna see these teenagers go crazy dude#im not kidding i skip through all the present day shit like an ad on youtube bc i dont cAREEEEE#its starting to frustrate me BROOOO#also how are they making three seasons outta this what more story can you tell#bc if its not about the wilderness im not gonna watch it HAHA#one could say im impatient and thats the point of tension and buildup BUT i can argue that these ladies' lives are fucking boring HAHA#i wanna know more about lottie and why she has weird visions (which they allude to in the cold open) bUT we're back to taissa and her bs#n e way both actresses who play misty are great i wanna kick her fucking throat in LMFAOO /pos to the actresses#we dont even see how it traumatized them in present day which would actually be interesting#all we know is shauna is guilty and taissa is vegan now LIKEEEEE who the fuck cares man HAHAH#and i guess someone is blackmailing them? okay ?? and ?????#sidenote does it ever bother anyone else when shows/movies show [usually] girls naked that are supposed to be teenagers ?#like the actress is 20-30 n a consenting adult but in the eyes of the show im supposed to be looking at a 16 year old girl ? thats weird !#seems like a weird loophole that we dont talk about enough ? id rather not see a naked teenager even if its not real thank you very muchđ§đťâ#takes me out of the show too lmao im like wait this is supposed to be a minor i dont think i should be looking at this :/#why did tumblr gender neutralize my emoji HAHAHA
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i understand you're on vacation and trying to relax bUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN GO HAVE DINNER AND COMPLETELY IGNORE YOUR KIDS WHILE THEY WRECK CHAOS AND DONT LET ME DO MY JOB LIKE WATCH YOUR FUCKING CHILDREN INSTEAD OF DRINKING ALCOHOL HOLY SHIT
#'did they bother you too much hahah :)' 'nooo they're kids hahah they have to play around :))))))))))))))))'#while internally i am cursing you the fuck out because your kids were literally climbing tables and you did nothing to stop them#at one point a kid sneaked outside and mind you there's a road right next to the door#and people don't usually drive carefully there specially not at night#be more fucking careful jfc#im not saying you should tie your kids down but at least fucking watch them????#and make sure they're not doing anything dangerous????
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genre: 18+, fuck buddies ahhhaha, smut, porn w/o plot basically...
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It seems every time you tell yourself to stop, Max comes back into your life and all sense of resolve crumbles. title from this
auds here⌠hiii :) req'd by SO MANY PEOPLE i can't even start compiling all the asks hahah but if u asked for this here it is! writing's been tuff for me lately but this was the one thing i could continue daily (weird) also there is a case to be made re: max's hottest pictures being like 1 pixel in resolution... hope u all like it!!!
nsfw warnings under the cut!
18+ because... sexual tension, penetrative sex, some vague sexting/a sex tape being watched, praise/dirty talk central, size kink, unprotected sex, handjob (f receiving), max being a meanie
Itâs busy today. You havenât seen him all day.Â
To be fair, you werenât necessarily lookingânot at first, anyways. How many days had it been since the last time, now? The one in your hotel room? Almost two weeks, you think. The real answerâs blurry in your head, especially when you count the close calls, but this should be a record for you two at this point. Neither of you acknowledge that the only reason youâve been so good at staying away from each other is because when youâre not roped into the same media junket, you avoid each other at all costs.
The media pen is full; everybodyâs shoulder-to-shoulder because a few other networks bought their way into the space for the Singapore race. Right when your mind settles back into the focus of work, thoughâ
âHere,â he says, his voice rough and tickling your ear. You nearly stumble forward, shocked at how his voice almost vibrates through you, a low trill that ripples top to bottom.
His hand settles at the small of your back, like his verbal confirmation wasnât enough on its own; itâs big and his thumb rubs softly at the smooth strip of skin in-between your low skirt and your top. âPassing through.â
âSure,â you say, dry. âSorry.â You clear your throat and cant backwards into his touchâbriefly, before you step forward and allow him to pass fully. Across you, Lissie looks up from her phone and you sense her trying to gauge why youâre so close to Max.
You blink and wait for him to disappear, wondering what youâll tell herâhow, more like. How the conversation even opens. How youâd phrase the truth, which in itself is a horribly grey area. Well, Lis, if you must know, Max and I have casual sex. A lot. Itâs actually not very casual. We stopped now, butâyes, Max. That Max, yes.Â
âWhat about Max?â
Your eyes snap upward and then to your left, where you can see Maxâs figure disappearing into a crowd of engineers. They return to Lissie and you feign confusion to mask panic. âWhat?â
âYou were spacing out and then suddenly said his name.â She presses the tip of her pen onto her chin, humming. She doesnât look at you and you thank God for itâeye contact wouldâve rattled the truth out of you in seconds.
âI��â You shake your head. âI was irritated withâIâve been irritated with him all morning. Itâs. Yeah.â
âOh,â she says, nodding, looking away for a second but not pausing. âOh, okay. Dâyou wanna go over this edit again?â
â
The stale air of his hotel room, alleviated only by the vaguely fragrant linen spray they use when heâs out, is what greets Max when he arrives in the afternoon.The first thing he doesâthe only task heâd even thought of en route hereâafter the door clicks shut is pull up his Messages app and type.
Just got to hotel. He tosses his phone onto the bed while he waits, tugs his cap off and rakes reckless fingers through his hair. His new stylistâs got him onto jeans that donât âlook painted onâ (you once said, verbatim), but heâd rather die than lounge in denim, so he swaps them out for just his Calvins.
His mindâs lethargic, but even his version of lethargic is high-drive for othersâhis brain has the silly tendency to work in absolute overdrive. He itches for a drink and orders a Scotch on the telephone. He checks his phone, which is lying facedown still, and as soon as he picks it up it chimes with your reply.
OK, nice. Did u need something?
No, just wanted to let you know. He hits send, then adds another. Youâre off @ 8?
Ended early, Iâm in the car. Heâs in the middle of drafting a response when you send a follow-up.
I thought we agreed no contact unless business
He scoffs out a dry laugh. Despite himself, he reads the text in your voice, his brain completing the image of the bossy tone with crossed arms and a wickedly arched brow. In response he types: Canât even update a friend nowadays? I am very tired you know.
Rules are rules, he reads. Then, Get some rest.
Yeah. Got a drink.
I said rest, not drink. Even then he can hear the exasperation in your voice.
How was work? I hurt a muscle doing training. Thatâs why Iâm at the hotel early.
Feel better soon, you send. Had some press stuff today. Boring shit
Yeah? I missed you today.
Really?
A lot. He hums and leans backward, lets his head settle into the pillow, the smell of the linen spray consuming his nostrils. He waits for his phone to buzz, vibrate softly on the hard surface of his chest. It does, after a few minutes, after heâs let his eyes shut and let himself rest them for a bit, after the room service comes knocking and gives him the Scotch heâd requested while ago.
Heâs back sitting on his bed when it vibrates. He picks it up and reads: How much?
Youâre awfully easy to rile up. He smiles around the rim of his glassâhe knows exactly where this is heading.Â
So much I think Iâll watch some videos of us.
The only caveat of casual sex as two people who essentially dislike each other is the fact that itâs all under wrapsâwhich means if you two try to sneak off together, or are even caught in the same vicinity, people raise suspicions. And that means there are weeks where you barely get to fuck.
And that means you both grow antsy for it. He makes fun of you for being needy, when youâre tipsy and palming at the denim of his jeans or when you bend over when you know heâs looking. But the truth is he grows needy for it, too, craves you like youâre all that mattersâhe gets extra handsy, drops another innuendo when he knows youâre listening. There is a case to be made that heâs worse, in fact, because fans sometimes skirt around his words and wonder why he sounds so flirty when youâre the reporter in the room.
It was difficult but eventually he found a minor workaround: sometimes he films the two of you. Thereâs none of those propping his phone up kind of stuff, he just fishes for it in the middle of fucking you so he can store it for himself. Itâs locked on his phone and he only has a few (the few has grown in number lately), but God it gives him release when he needs it and youâre not there.
Iâll call you when Iâm at the lobby, comes the response. Itâs always futile, the attempts to stay away from each other.
He pulls up the folder and lets his eyes skate over the thumbnails, squeezes himself through his boxers. Fuck. He canât seem to decide what he wants to watchâthe ones of you sucking him off, the ones of his fingers stretching you out. He recalls the whine in your voice in each of them, the pleads that escaped you for him to fuck you harder.
So Max, for the life of him, canât even count how many times these videos have made him cum. But thereâs one he hasnât seen yetâthe one he took the night before you two parted. Youâd become extra needy on this night, preceding the season, he supposes, the separation. You already were anticipating the deprivation, starved for him more than usual. Heâd have kissed you pretty, given you one orgasm after another and still youâd want more. And on this night it was you who asked him to film, you who wanted all of them on tape, so youâd both have something to tide you over until he got to fuck you again.
He pulls his cock out and strokes over it. And with his other hand, he presses his thumb on that video.
In it heâs fucking you in the dark, keeping the phoneâs flashlight on your pussy as he sinks his cock into you. When he pulls back out the light reflects on the slick coating his dick, makes it glisten. It looks so wet, sounds so wet, with each thrust into you. He remembers just how it feels; he imagines that heâs back in your bed, fucking you again; that his fist is your pussy, and the spit lubricating it is the wetness thatâs drooling out of you on camera.
He can see how tight you areâthe way your pussy grips the shaft each time he pulls his cock out, greedy for him. Just like you.
The two of you were supposed to be quiet, too. You were at a hotel, your room beside another driverâs; you were supposed to be careful not to stir anyone. But your moans are louder than he remembers; so is the way you say, breathily, between gasps, Right there, Maxie, mâso close. Max inhales through his teeth, his cock throbbing at thatâthat Maxie, the cute little whimper out your mouth.
He strokes himself faster, watches the way your fingers slip into frame to rub at your clit, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier. He can see, hearâfeel how wet you are, the sound of your cunt growing wetter with every thrust. He hears his own voice again, mutter out So good for me, yeah? And your babbled affirmation in response.
You cum hard, your slick getting everything wet and shiny and Max watches himself cum next. His dickâs already spurting when he pulls out and lets himself release on your lower stomach, some of it shooting onto your tits. He blinks, anchors himself back, quickens his wrist and digs his heels into the bed to keep himself from coming. Just a second longer. He knows what comes next and he needs to see it.
Like clockwork, he watches two of your fingers swipe through his cum, bringing them up to your lips. You blink up at the camera and smile. Quit it, your lips mouth, pink and cum-slick. Put it down, Maxie⌠fill me up again. He releases in weak spurts over his fist, a damp, flushed grunt escaping him as he does. He feels like the airâs been knocked out of him.
His phone rings and he presses it to his ear. âHey, angel. Come on up.â
One week later
âVodka,â you say to the bellboy when you get to the elevator. âTo my hotel room. Very cold. Please. And thank you.â
The guy scurries off to fetch it for you, and five minutes and one elevator ride later, you're wrestling himself into your room, flexing your sore foot. Japan does hotel rooms well. The leather of your Manolo digs into your foot the way it does after youâve walked the entire day and you can feel a blister forming on the back of your right heel but it doesnât really matter, you guess, if youâre already home. Hotel-home, anyway.
You expect to find solace lounging on your bed, waiting out the hours to your morning briefing for the race and throw back a glass or two of vodka.Â
Instead, you find Max on your couch. Heâs sipping ice-cold vodkaâyour ice-cold vodka.
âHey, pretty,â he says. âGood vodka. I got staff to wire my FIFA on the TV.â
You just stare. âMy TV. What,â you say, your eyes spotting the bottle of frosty vodka by his glass, âare you doing here?â
âI hadnât seen you all day and I wanted to,â he explains simply. âDo you want food or something?â
âFood? Iânevermind,â you shrug. Youâre frozen by the door, only just warmed now from the cold air that bit at your bare legs. âMax, how long have you been here?â
âSince Will Buxton started the post-FP debrief,â he huffs. He fiddles with the remote in his grip and extends it to the TV, where FIFA comes to life. âAw, come on, angel. I know, I know. No sex and all that. I just like your company, you know?â
âPlease. Go fuck yourself,â you scoff, toeing off your shoes and wiping your hands on the fabric of your skirt. He says one thing but you expect anotherâitâs only natural, given all the other times one of you had failed to keep a similar promise. But still you walk yourself beside him, fix the strap of your short dress, and allow him to pour you a drink.
âYou know what Iâve been thinking about lately?â He asks absently. âAbout how youâre always having these talks with me about⌠about not having sex anymore, but you never even last two days.â He raises you the glass. âWhat is it, relapsing?â
âFuck you,â you mutter. âItâs only because you keep trying to get me all hot and bothered.â You recall each time: in Monaco, in Madrid, in France. âMaybe if you got off my back once in a while, weâd be back to normal.â
He shrugs. âYou just donât have strong resolve.â
âExcuse me?â You scoff, irritation scratching at your throat.
âWanna test that out? Come play.â
Your eyes flit over to the bright screen, all exhaustion cleared from your system. An animated Kylian Mbappe kicks a football in a loop. âFine. One round and youâre out of my room.â He throws his hands up in surrender and you make a move to sit next to him. Max puts his hands out towards you then, nodding. You mistake it for some handshake, accept them, and then heâs wrangle you onto his lap facing outward. You feel your pulse at your throat as he pulls you tight against him.
âThis is cheating,â you say, your voice dry.
âYou got it wrong. Teaching.â
He moves his fingers atop yours, explaining what to press, what goes where, what to do for this or that. He can smell your perfume, hear your stilted breaths, and when he peeks over your shoulder he can see where your dress falls loose, showing the lace of your bra and your tits underneath them.
If he had it his way, heâd hike your dress up and have you ride him. But heâs given you a challenge.
You play a practice round and end up scoring a few goals, fingers making quick work of the buttons. Behind you, Max watches, content, answering your questions when you ask them hurriedlyâhow do I do this? That? Did I just score?
You score once, then twice, then three times, and before you know it youâre scoring in quick succession. The game is funâitâs easy. If Max was trying to give you a hard time, he failed. You grow determined, competitive within seconds (something he really shouldâve anticipated), and youâre scoring goals with skill that youâd confidently say rivals Maxâs.
Max. You almostâalmost forget heâs there, and then you sit up straighter and youâre hit with the sensation of his dick pressing into your ass. You inhale sharply and the controller clatters to the floor.
âYou okay, pretty?â His hand comes up to rest on your knee, inching closer and closer with every hitch of your breath. Your hand, now free of the controller, seizes his, stopping it right at the middle of your thigh.Â
âIâm fine.â
âYeah? You look stressed.â He doesnât move. âYou were so close, too, werenât you?â The score stares you right in the face: 4-5. âMaybe you just need to get your mind off it.â Itâs so bullshit, so extremely obvious, but heâs right in your ear and his hand is so near where youâve missed its presence.
Youâre usually competitive. You can usually hold your ground. But with this and himâ
âMaybe,â you breathe, loosening your grip. He spreads his legs, spreading yours in the process, and brings his hand closer, running slender fingers over the lace material of your underwear until youâre squirming. It grows damper the more he touches, your mouth hanging open with stunted whimpers.
âYou always come back to me, schatz, donât you,â he says, whispers against your ear. You wrench a moan out. âRemember the first time? You interviewed me in Abu Dhabi⌠you teased me the whole day and begged to come thrice in my room. The time in Monaco you touched yourself to me when I was in the next room. The time we almost hooked up in MiamiâŚâ He groans, to himself more than you. âYouâre a dirty girl.â Heâs curling two fingers inside of you now, grazing against the sweet spot pulls the most delicious moans out of your innocent mouth.
âEvery time⌠you go, that was the last time.â While your mind recaps the memories heâs busy spelling into your ear, Maxâs fingers are curling inside of you against that sweet spot just right, and your moans are getting louder and louder.
âFuck,â he huffs, watching your flushed face get more and more euphoric.
âAw, pretty, look at that,â Max laughs. Heâs looking at your thighs, watching the way they tense and shake as his fingers stroke your g spot. Each pump and curl into your twitching pussy feels better and better, and your dripping walls are starting to clench around his fingers.
âWait, IâI canât,â you pant, lolling your head onto his shoulder and involuntarily bucking your hips upward.Â
âYeah you can,â he orders. âItâs so easy to get you to cum, isnât it? Or is that just for me? The driver you hate the most?â He laughs. âGet all wet for the guy you couldnât care less about. Say you hate me and get my dick nice and wet the next day.â Youâre grinding onto his three fingers now, shameless with it.
âAre you gonna cum?â He asks.
âOh,â you whine. âYeah, fuckâyes.â
âTell me what youâre gonna do,â he says wickedly. You can hear him smile.
âIâm gonnaâpleaseâIâm gonna cum,â you pant, tension coming to a halt and then bursting all at once out of you. His other arm holds your hips down against him, and you spend a minute and another twitching, your skin sticky with sweat and slick.
Itâs not long before youâre whirled back to face him, your hands making quick work of his jeans. Itâs a skill youâve both mastered, the art of the quickieâin closets, hotel rooms, with sweaty, open-mouthed kisses pressed along the column of your throat, moans swallowed.Â
He hikes your dress up and your panties to the side, immediately bullies his cock into youâthe glide is slow, but easy. Youâre so fucking wet.
âFucking big,â you gasp out. âJesus, Jesusâfuck.â Your head drops and presses against his; he uses the opportunity to kiss you. You moan into it, feeling the stretch, your slick wetness dragging down the length of him as he thrusts up, up, further. âBeen a while.â
âFeel good, though, yeah?â Your toes curl and you nod; youâre flushed all over and you need him to hurry up. You grind downward, onto him. He does, then, fucks you hard and fast, like heâs thirsted for this for way longer than he did. Youâre squirming, all wet, and it tempts him to go harder. Your face is shiny with sweat, lips drawn in between your teeth.
âSloâslow down,â you manage, babbling; he doesnât, speeding up his thrusts until youâre moaning his name. âMaxâwaitâfuck, youâre so mean,â you whine, wrapping your arms around him and letting him take control.Â
âYouâre fine,â he grunts, pulling out almost all the way. âYou take my dick so well, schatz, every fucking time. Donât you?â
âI do,â you gasp out, and heâs slamming into you gain. You cry out loudly, sniffling from the overstimulationâyouâd barely recovered from your initial orgasm and already youâre hurtling into what feels like three at the same time.Â
âFor someone who doesnât like me,â he sneers, âyou sure do moan like a slut, huh?â
His words get you more turned on than youâre willing to admit, but you shake your head.
âNo?â He laughs, breathy from the effort. âMaybe I should film you now. Send it to your boss, let him see his stellar reporterâs getting Verstappenâs dick wet.âÂ
Finally, the tension building inside of you reaches a head, and your pussy starts to twitch around his dick. He notices, grunts sharply and leans forward, shuddering as he releases into you. Your moans are choked and tapering into whimpers as you release slick all over him, and you attempt to catch your breath, collapsing onto his still-clothed, now-sticky chest. You scratch at the dri-fit material and inhale him, the smell of his cologne, his sweat. You bite at his earlobe, laugh when he flinches.
âThat,â you say into his skin, âwas the last time.â Itâs both seriously and as a joke, playing off of what heâd remarked earlier.
âJesus, princess. Iâm still inside you.âÂ
You giggle and drum lightly along the plane of his chest. In a few minutes heâll pick you up to shower, but now youâre content to inhale him in. Quietly you wonder why you just canât get enough of himâif you were in better senses, youâd have realized he was thinking the same thing about you.
#f1#max verstappen#max verstappen smut#max verstappen imagines#max verstappen fanfic#max verstappen x reader#f1 x reader
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pairing: george russell x wolff!reader y/n (she/her)
genre: social media au
warnings: jus insanely fluffy, some sexual innuendo
summary: in which your boyfriend becoming an uncle sends your hormones into overdrive
a/n: idk who the baby is irl btw HAHAH jus guessing & im too lazy to find out doing whatever i want for the plot sooo jus allow it
request!!!: could i request something with george russell dating wolff!reader? anything cute and fluffy tbh
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user1 "i have a crush on him" LOL same girl same
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user15 y/n is gonna love this
user16 this is so romantic
user17 vacation george >>>>>>
user18 dog, gf, baby? he's somehow got it all
susie_wolff such lovely pictures
georgerussell63 only because y/n is in them!
user19 number 1 y/n simp goes to.....
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ynwolff delete this. a lot of people are crying
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hi!! i saw you taking request so here is an idea :)
fem!reader and spencer in an established relationship and they really love each other but they get into a fight. they both say things they dont mean so reader rushes out and while driving away she feels sorry and calls spencer but it goes to voicemail. she starts to send him one saying how sorry she is and that she loves him but is cut off with a loud crash. spencer gets the voicemail and hears about her car accident and rushes to hospital, you can end it however you want hahah. im sorry if this is too much but i feel like you are the only one who can do justice to this <33
guilt ridden | spencer reid
summary ; reader and spencer get into a silly argument that ends in hospital trips and a lot of apologises.
warnings; fem reader, established relationships, arguments, cm things, car accidents and hospitals, arguments, spencer being an ass and reader also being an ass which is all forgotten when things get serious, kinda rushed. angst, happish ending, hurt x comfort kindaish.
an; im sorry this took me so long and im sorry if its horrible. i really just wanted to get this one out of the way bc i rlly enjoyed the idea!!
âIâm sorry, Iâll be back in the morning at some point so I donât want you to worry and I know you will probably be pissed right now and that okayâ You should be. I am too, but I am sorry. I didnât mean it â I shouldnât have said it but it was just, in the moment I wasnât thinking.. Im sorry Spence. I loveââ
There was the sound of a gasp, then a bang and then it was silent for a minute until the voice message ended itself. The sound sent goosebumps along Spencerâs arms and sweat to build up over the back of his neck as anxiety made its bed in his stomach.
His entire body went cold as he stood in the kitchen â The same place he had been standing when the stupid argument took place before you grabbed your keys and walked out, muttering how if he was that sick of you, youâd get out of his way before the door slammed behind you.
He had thought about following you and telling you to stay but in the moment he was just angry. So angry. Not even entirely at you, just everything.
He had just gotten home from a case after being away for a week â a case where they couldnât save the victims. It was one that affected Spencer more than he wanted to admit, all he wanted was to come home and shower.
Then he got home and you immediately hugged him and rambled on about how you missed him and normally â any other time he would adore the feeling of your arms around him, he would breathe in your scent and breath it back out before going on about the case.
This time was different, everything was too much. The grasp of your arms made his body tense rather than relax, your scent was suffocating mixed with the smell of the food on the stove and the candle lit in the living room. It was all just too much.
Not because it was you, there was nothing wrong with you. It was just the day built up, and it was too much for him.
So he pushed you away and began his way to the bedroom wordlessly, where he showered, and eventually came back a little more relaxed â only now you were the one in the bad mood.
Which ended in an argument between the two of you, you called him childish and immature, he called you suffocating and needy.
Neither of you meant it.
But that didnât stop the hurt that seeped in and the tension that grew between the two of you. Until you were shaking your head telling him to go fuck himself, grabbing your keys and walking towards the front door.
Spencer regretted his words almost immediately when the door slammed shut and didnât open again. He didnât mean it but he couldnât bring himself to follow you yet â he needed to calm down and he was sure you did as well.
He didnât ignore your call, not on purpose. He was unpacking his stuff when his phone rang from where he had left it in the kitchen. Finding it ten minutes later to hear the voice mail you left, well he had never felt a more intense ache in his chest.
Something was wrong, seriously wrong. He tried calling again and again to no avail as the call went straight to voicemail every-time. He texted you as well.
He was in his car moments later, driving to the nearest hospital because if you were anywhere â it would be there. He heard the ambulance sirens on the way and they did nothing but build the tension in between his muscle and bones.
It wasnât until an hour later of waiting and pacing around in the hospital waiting room that someone came to tell him that you were here â stable, but in a lot of pain.
He had never felt something like this. Every bit of his mind went blank as walked fast towards the room the nurse had directed him to. His knees felt like jelly and he felt sick to his stomach.
That sick didnât compare to the one he felt when he saw you lying in the hospital bed, fading in and out of consciousness, a doctor by your side. You were bruised and bloodied and Spencer didnât think he could stand for another minute as his legs carried him towards the chair next to your bed.
âHoney.â His voice came out a gasp.
But all the same concerned and guilty. Your head turned slightly towards the sound of his voice and he was almost sure his heart broke at the sound of pain that left your lips when moving.
âSpenceâ You were hardly audible, voice small and so quiet, full of hurt. Genuine pain, you were in genuine pain that you wouldnât have been in if Spencer had just pulled his head in and didnât act like an absolute idiot.
It was hard to think about the argument now, how it felt like everything at the time and nothing now. His hand reached out for yours as he tried to ignore the tears that burned in the back of his eyes.
âIm so sorryâ He mumbled out. It didnât even begin to describe the amount of guilt he felt burnt into his stomach, and every inch of his body. He felt sick to his stomach and was almost sure he was going to throw up. âIm so sorry- God Im sorryâ He couldnât help the series of apologies that streamed from his lips, still they didnât even slightly cover the blame he took in his mind.
âSpenceâ You said again, almost as if you were unable to say or think about anything else. Despite the pain medication that you had been given â everything hurt.
âIm right hereâ Im right here.â He repeated, moving the chair in closer, he saw a soft sigh leave your lips despite it being so quiet he couldnât hear it. He saw your eyes closed and for a moment he genuinely felt his heart break and drop, until they opened again.
You squeeze his hand slightly, it was soft and gentle, all the energy you could muster up put into doing so. âI know. Im sorryâ You apologised and it hurt Spencer.
It genuinely made him feel pain in his stomach that you were lying in a hospital bed in an abundance of pain and yet â apologising to him for an argument that seemed so insignificant now.
âDonât.â Spencer shook his head.
âDonât apologise, I was an assâ I deserved it. you- You didnât deserve this. God please donât apologise.â He almost begged.
The words died on your tongue. Whatever you were going to say now a second thought as you realised Spencer was going to drive himself insane with the guilt and blame of this.
âIts not your fault.â You huffed out.
It was enough to sooth a small part of Spencerâs mind, your voice outweighing the one in his head that held him responsible. Your comfort the one he needed. His hand squeezed yours back.
âI love you â So much. You arenât suffocating or needy in the slightest.â He felt the need to let you know. God if something happened to you and the last thing youâd heard him say was that he thought you were somethingâ anything other than the most important person in his life and the one who he turned to for everything, the one person he truly loved and adored
Well he would never forgive himself
âI love youâ You muttered back weekly, shuffling over on the hospital bed despite the pain that coursed through your body in doing so you made room for him. âLay with me?â You asked.
He huffed something out before shaking his head, standing up and lowering himself onto the hospital bed. He was careful of your injuries and any pain you may be in as he wrapped his arms around you.
âI love youâ He repeated as he placed a soft kiss on the corner of your shoulder. It made a sigh leave your lips, before turning your head to face him.
âI love you.â
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ᥣđŠ I'D MEET THE SEA UNDER THE SUNLIGHT
FEATURING: dazai osamu
SUMMARY: dazai knows. he knows who you are. he knows what you do. and not only does he know, but in typical dazai fashion, he decides to make it fully your problem. now you're stuck between a rock and a hard place trying to figure out what to do with himâthe answer should be obvious, you just can't accept it. but time is ticking and you're treading a thin rope, if you make the smallest mistake...
AUTHOR'S NOTES: part four my children. my eye procedure went well! i've been resting all day, i prob won't be active very much until monday/tuesday, so i'lll queue a few reblogs of this ... i say that, but i also don't know if ill be able to stop myself from responding to comments HAHAH i just love talking to u guys about it so much i cant help it. as always, comments and reblogs appreciated!
GENERAL WARNINGS: fem!reader, port mafia executive!reader, civilian!dazai, dazai's struggles w suicide & sh, reader partakes in mafia business, dazai isn't dazai without a bit of obsessiveness and possessiveness (the possessiveness doesn't come til later but the obsessiveness starts from day 0).
CHAPTER SPECIFIC WARNINGS: i didnt get the chance to proofread this one bc of the procedure so don't crucify me if the grammar is awful </3 i have a doctor's pass </3
SEE: WASTELAND, BABY! SERIES MASTERLIST
It takes Dazai Osamu approximately two days, seven hours and fifty-three minutes to get his hands on proof of your affiliation with the Port Mafia. He supposes it was due to luckâthe timing of when he got confirmation of his suspicionsâbut Dazai thinks itâs also due to his ability to think quickly if he does say so himself.Â
He stares at the file that Katai emailed him, a lump in his throat that he canât seem to push away, unsure if he wants to open it and be forced with physical evidence of who you are and what you do. He doesnât even know why heâs so hesitant, he already knows. He already knows so he shouldnât be hesitant⌠but if he already knows, then why does he need to see the proof? What is this going to do for him? What is he going to do with this information? Nothing, the answer is nothing, so then why-
Katai: Can you quit holding that date from four years ago over my head now?
Dazai: no ^.^
Katai: Of course not. Whatever. Dazai, I donât know what youâre doing but you need to stop digging into thisâitâs dangerous. And I donât want to be involved.
Dazai shuts his phone off immediately.Â
He hovers the cursor over the video file on his laptop, chewing the inside of his cheekâthe supposed footage from whatever happened behind Tokyoâs City Hall last night. With his heart tight in his chest and the image of your smile burned behind his eyelids, he clicks on the file.
Two days after the event, you and Chuuya are sitting in Moriâs office getting the talk down of a lifetime. Mori has been going on for thirty minutes already and youâre sick of his voice. You donât know how itâs your fault that the Shimazaki-kai decided to try to take you out while you were in Tokyo but evidently it is.
âI donât see how this is an issue, boss,â Chuuya finally says, voice strained. âThe Sun and Steel are already on top of the situation, Noriko was livid when she realized that they tried to assassinate one of us while we were in Tokyo under the Sun and Steelâs protection.â
âYou donât see how this is an issue,â Mori repeats slowly, voice nothing short of mocking. Usually, he at least tries to mask his annoyanceâyou and Chuuya share a concerned look with one another. âYou donât see how itâs an issue that weâve caused this conflict to escalate to the point of the Shimazaki-kai being willing to go to war with the Sun and Steel if it means the mere chance of getting rid of one of us?â
âOkay,â Chuuya mutters. âWell, when you say it like thatâŚâ
âAnd by âweâ I mean âyouâ, little hime,â Mori says coolly, leveling his calculating gaze onto you. You donât flinch beneath it, meeting it head on as you raise your chin. âThis all stems from your reckless decision to attack the Inagawa-kai.â
âShe didnât have a choice.â Chuuya jumps to your defense, frowning. âThey attacked her at the ports. That was a declaration of war in itself.â
You almost wince at the ridiculing look Mori directs toward Chuuya, voice amused as he speaks. âIs that what she told you?â
Chuuya gives you a questioning look but you donât give Mori anymore time to stir the pot. You donât need Chuuya knowing that your decision was driven by Dazai of all peopleâheâs already angry enough about the situation with the civilian.Â
âAnd here I thought you were going to⌠what was it you said? âClean up my mess?ââ you say snidely, drawing Moriâs attention back to you. âPerhaps the real reason the Yakuza syndicates are so willing to challenge our authority is not because of my decision but rather because of the incapability perceived in our boss.âÂ
Chuuyaâs eyes shoot open and Mori raises his brows, entirely unperturbed by your comment.Â
âTo think all it would take for you to start biting backâŚâ Mori trails off, unbearably amused and clearly referring to Dazai, making you stiffen. âHow fascinating. Youâve kept up this ruse longer than I expected. I think this is the first time youâve managed to surprise me, little hime.âÂ
Your expression twists as you look away, ignoring the lost look Chuuya gives you, clearly irritated because he doesnât know whatâs going on. Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you take the welcome distraction eagerly, hoping to find an excuse to get out of this wretched meeting.
Klaus: your civilian boy is at your tower
You: What?
Klaus: *one image attached*
You stare down at your phone in shock, desperately trying to ignore the curious looks Mori and Chuuya are sending your way.
What the fuck?
Dazai tilts his head to the side, giving the three boys standing in front of him a simpering smile. One of themâthe emo one with black hair and white tipsâbares his teeth at Dazai like a feral dog, the one in the middleâDazai recognizes him as Klaus, the boy with you that day at the portsâgives him an irritable look, while the one standing in the backâa nervous looking boy with choppy silver hair and a black collarâlets out a pathetic noise in the back of his throat.
âSheâs gonna be so fucking mad at you,â Klaus tells him, voice harsh. His Japanese is broken and accented but understandable for the most part. âSheâs gonna fucking-â
He shifts into a foreign language mid-sentenceâGerman, maybeâso Dazai doesnât know what heâs saying but heâs sure itâs nothing good. He keeps up the overly confident facade, even if he does start to doubt himself internally.
Shit, he thinks to himself, smile fraying at the edges, what is he doing?
Dazai definitely did not think this through and itâs way too late for him to back down now. After watching the video and seeing you with the gravity manipulator, seeing the brief battle in the alley behind the Tokyo city hall, Dazai pretty much blackmailed Katai into using the CCTV cameras between both cities to follow you back to Yokohama to see what building you live in. In retrospect, maybe thatâs a little creepy, but he just watched you and the gravity manipulator kill a whole crew of people so he thinks stalking you a bit isnât too bad in comparison.
âWho do you think you are?â the black-haired one says, voice tight and pitched. His jaw is clenched tight and he takes half a step forward but pauses when he sees the sharp look of warning that Klaus gives him.
He thinks maybe he is stupid. Ango used to rattle him around and yell at him for doing stupid things back before Odasaku died but he thinks this might take the cake for the stupidest thing Dazai has ever done. Standing outside a building owned by the Mafia, antagonizing three mafiosos, waiting here to demand a conversation with someone who is likely their boss. Ango mightâve been right when he said that Dazai has no functioning brain cells.
âNone of your business,â Dazai replies with a sweet smile, almost giggling at the way the boy bears his teeth again, even more livid than before.
âYou-â
âStop.â
All three boys go rigid at the sound of your voice and even Dazai stiffens at the cold tone. He forces himself to turn his head to the side, eyes falling upon you as you make your way toward the four of them. The suit youâre wearing today is differentâusually heâs seen you wear black on black, but today youâre wearing a burgundy button-up under your suit jacket. You look beautifulâalways do, Dazai thinks wistfullyâbut Dazai finds himself swallowing thickly instead, not used to the blank look you cast over him before you turn your attention over to the three boys.
Ouch, Dazai thinks, not really knowing what he expected but it still hurts to be dismissed like that.
âKlaus, go wipe the cameras around headquartersâwherever he might have passed through,â you say. âAkutagawa, Atsushi, if anyone finds out about thisâŚâ
The two boys that Dazai doesnât recognize share a look with one another, odd expressions spreading across their faces before they nod. All three scamper off without another word, the silver-haired boy giving Dazai a short, worried look that puts Dazai on edge before leaving. You donât look at him. Rather, you stride right past him toward the building.
Dazai swallows thickly before following after you. You donât say a word as you lead him to the tall, black building and Dazai wants to say something but his words get caught in his throat. He doesnât know what to say. Dazai always has something to say but he doesnât right now and that scares him because he needs to figure out what heâs going to say to you when the two of you finally get up to your apartment.
âHey, I know youâre a mafia executive because I had my hacker friend get me CCTV tapes from the Tokyo City Hall and I saw you and that short ginger with the tacky hat murder a bunch of guys. Plus, I had him stalk you so I could figure out where you live.â
Yeah, right.
Dazai shivers at the rush of cool air that hits him as he enters the building with you, watches the way the doorman gives him a curious look before inclining his head to you. You give the older man a pointed look before nodding your head to one of the corners of the room and the elevatorâDazai doesnât know what youâre getting at but he obviously does from the way says:
âOf course, hime.â
You donât say anything still, leading him toward the elevator and holding it open so he can step past and stand inside. You follow after him, clicking the button to the top floor of the building before scanning a keycard.
How awkward.
Dazai almost wants to crawl out of his own skin, toss himself right out of the glass elevator looking over the city. You donât even look at himâyou keep your gaze trained forward, lips curled down, not even sparing Dazai the briefest glance as the elevator starts to move up.Â
Maybe this was a mistake, Dazai starts to think, twiddling with his fingers as he keeps sparing short glances in your direction. He still doesnât even know what he wants to come from thisâshouldnât the proof of your affiliation with the Mafia have been enough to send him running? He shouldâve taken it as reason to stop reaching out to you, gone back to life before you but-
But life before you was dark.Â
His throat spasms as he swallows. Life before you was dark. Life before you was him dragging himself out of bed every day trying to convince himself that he couldnât let himself die until he fulfilled Odasakuâs final request. Life before you was him fighting depressive episode after depressive episode with alcohol and sex, preferring pain to the emptiness he seemed to constantly be plagued with because at least that meant he could feel something.Â
He doesnât want to go back to thatâyouâre the first person who's actually seen him since Odasaku died. The first person to make him feel as if heâs worth something. He doesnât give a shit about about what you do, he doesnât want to go back to life without you.
He glances over at you again, catching the eerily blank expression on your face as you stare ahead. Three words spill from his lips before he can stop them.
âAre you mad?â His voice wavers over the question; he feels pathetic. Feels like a kid tugging at his motherâs shirt after he did something wrong.
You finally look at him though, turn your head slowly toward him as if you donât even want to believe he actually asked that. Dazai doesnât know if itâs progress or not because the expression on your face is nothing short of livid.
âOkay,â he says quietly, averting his gaze back to the glass of the elevator.
God, how many floors is this building? The ride to the top floor is taking an agonizingly long amount of time. He doesnât know if itâs because the elevator itself is slow or if itâs because the building is just that tall or if it just seems longer because of Dazaiâs own turmoilâeither way, it leaves Dazai miserable.
He really needs to figure out what heâs going to say to you. He should have figured it out before coming here but Dazai just got too antsy with the information Katai gave him on hand and he found himself making his way over here before he could double guess himself.
He doesnât think youâll appreciate him using Katai to get the evidence of your position in the Mafiaâplus, it could put him in danger and Dazai doesnât want that. He thinks maybe heâll pin the blame on his professorâyou donât seem to like him anyway, so you might take it at face value. If you donât, heâll have to figure something else out to protect Katai but Dazai has always been a quick thinker so he has faith that heâll think of something.Â
 If heâs lucky, youâll lead the conversation and heâll be able to reflect off of you after seeing where your head's at. That would be the best case scenario.
After what feels like an eternity, the elevator finally bings, signaling that it has finally reached the top floor of the building. You step out before him, hardly even looking at him as you stride into your apartment. Dazai follows after, a bit more hesitantly.
His breath catches as his gaze twists around the massive spaceâfloor to ceiling windows line the walls looking over the city, black couches set up in front of the TV and expensive decor littering the room, thereâs a kitchen off to the right and a staircase leading up to a second level.Â
What types of apartments have staircases? Dazai thinks, distressed, finally looking back at you.Â
Youâve crossed the roomâalmost like youâve wanted to put as much distance as possible between you and him, which is a thought that kind of hurts because heâs been yearning for your presence since you left his apartment the morning you were supposed to leave for abroad. Your expression is entirely unreadable and Dazai doesnât really know how to feel about that because he canât figure out how to approach this now.Â
âYou know, originally I was interested in you because I thought you were a lot smarter than you made yourself out to be,â you say, voice dry. Dazai nearly cheers, realizing that he did, in fact, get the best case scenarioâhe listens intently, mind racing as he tries to figure out what route he should take with you. âI was clearly wrong.â
Dazai pouts. âMy bella thinks Iâm stupid,â he sighs dramatically but his lashes flutter as he averts his gaze when you donât find any amusement in his words, readjusting his plan. His theatrical lilt falls flat when he adds, âMaybe I am.â
âI donât think thereâs a maybe,â you correct, unamused. âWhat do you know and what do you want?âÂ
Dazai is almost taken aback by your toneâcold and flat, very transactional. Maybe he should have taken the lead because he doesnât know what you mean and he doesnât like your tone. He watches as you fish through your pocket to find a cigarette and lighter, sticking it between your lips to light it. You look up at him, raising your eyebrows.
âWhat?â he asks, voice a bit weak.
âWhat do you know and what do you want? I think theyâre pretty simple questions,â you say sardonically. âI have a general idea of what you know alreadyâif youâre here, you have more than whatever that cunt Ui has on meâand I promise you that no amount of money the Ivory Eagle will offer you can compare to what Iâll give you. Plus, Iâll have to kill you if you go to it with them so I think thatâs pretty convincing in itself. I want to know exactly what you know so I can figure out how much theyâd pay you for the information. I figure you want money, thatâs why youâre here.â
âI donâtâŚâ Dazai trails off, a bit lost. Heâs still not sure why he came here but he knows itâs not for money and honestly, he thinks heâs a little hurt that you assumed that, can feel the sting in his chest and the lump in his throat.
The smile you give him is cool, you tilt your head to the side and look at him. âCome on, Dazai, you donât have to keep up with the act. You got close to me to get evidence for Ui, thatâs obvious; probably realized it would be more worthwhile trying to get money from me to keep you quiet because theyâve barely got enough money to keep their shitty journalism house running. Honestly, I should probably just-â
âNo,â Dazai forces out, interrupting you, lips parted and throat swollenâthis is not going well. âThatâs not-thatâs not true. I didnât get close to you to get evidence, I didnât even know until the other day.â
âDo you think Iâm stupid, Dazai?â you ask, expression tight. âBecause Iâm not. As soon as you slipped up and said his name at the event, I realized. You think we donât know everything that goes on in this city? About that shitty journalist group trying to expose us?âÂ
âI didnât slip up,â Dazai says, voice more shrill than he intended it to be. His mind falls flat at every corner as he tries to figure out how to salvage this. âI didnât slip up because I didnât know. I didnât know. It wasnât-this wasnât some grand scheme, I like you-â (he didnât mean to say that) âI mean-itâs just-I donât-â
Dazai feels flustered. He feels flustered and heâs stumbling over words in a way that he hasnât in years, unable to get out a single coherent sentence because his mind is all over the place. Shit, he thought he was going to have to defend himself from having Katai stalk you so he could figure this out and find you; he didnât think heâd have to defend himself because you thought everything from day one was some grand scheme to expose you as a mafioso.
You clearly donât believe him from the way you roll your eyes and it makes Dazaiâs distress spike exponentially.Â
âThen pray tell, Dazai, why are you here? Youâre here for something, obviously, otherwise you wouldnât have been stupid enough to show up here of all places to dangle over my head that you know who I am.â
The words slip from his lips before he can stop them.
âI wanted you to stop ignoring me,â he says, arms instinctively curling around his body as he stares at you, feeling more than a bit vulnerable at the blank look you give him in response to his words.
âYou⌠want to make me stop ignoring you by⌠blackmailing me?â
â... Yes?â
The sigh you let out is long. Instead of responding, you take a drag of your cigarette, tilting your head back against the wall youâre leaning on to look up at the ceiling. Dazai stares at you, chewing the inside of his cheek as he waits for your response.
âWhat do you have on me?â you finally ask, taking a few steps forward to put the cigarette out on an ashtray before raising your eyebrows and tilting your head to the side. âWell? I know you must have more than the location of this building.â
Dazai hesitates before he says, âFootage from behind the Tokyo City Hall.â
Your expression doesnât betray you as you press, âFootage of what?â
âYou and the ginger with the ugly hat,â Dazai answers, trying not to smile at the way you clearly have to hide your amusement at his snide comment.Â
âWhat are we doing in the footage?â you ask. âWhat makes it condemning?â
â⌠He splattered six guys against the wall.âÂ
You sigh, pressing your fingers to the bridge of your nose. âJesus fucking Christ, Dazai. You saw that and still came here? What the fuck is wrong with you?â
Dazai gives you a weak smile âYouâll have to be a bit more specific, there are a lot of things wrong with me,â he tells you, echoing the words from your second meeting with him, hoping they make you lighten up.
They do.
He watches as you let out another breath, tense shoulders relaxing, suddenly looking a lot more tired as you look away from him.
âI missed you,â he adds quietly, fingers running along the hem of his sweater. âItâs cruel and unusual punishment to kiss a guy like you did and then ghost him.â
âIt was to keep you out of this life, Dazai,â you say tiredly. âI mean-shit, Dazai. I donât know what you want me to do, I donât even trust you right now, you could have a fucking wire on you for all I know and-â
âI could strip for you,â Dazai offers, lips curling up in a flirtatious smile as he flutters his lashes at you. âIâll give you a show.â
Youâre not amused.
âThis isnât a fucking joke, Dazai. This is your life.â
âWell, my life has been one giant joke up until I met you so forgive me if I donât care,â Dazai says, voice unintentionally rising in response to your words because who are you to decide on his behalf to cut him off because his life is in danger. Thatâs a decision for him to make. âYou canât just make those decisions for me.â
Dazai thinks he prefers the anger that crosses over your face to the tiredness and emptiness. His breath catches when he sees the way your jaw tightens and the way your eyes get fired up.
âIt doesnât just affect you, Dazai,â you hiss. âIf you get pulled into this and something happens to you, thatâs on me.â
Dazaiâs heart jumps at the implications of your words, nails digging into his palms.
âAnd how does that affect you?â Dazai presses, the desperation that hangs off of his words so glaring that Dazai almost wants to curl in on himself. He wants to hear you say it, wants you to alleviate all of the thoughts threatening to consume him since you left his apartment that morningâwants to hear you say that you care, that he does mean something to you.
Your expression becomes closed off again as you realize what he wants you to say and Dazai swallows thickly, gaze searching your face for answers.
âYou know how it affects me,â you finally respond as you look away. âYou know, Dazai.â
It has nothing to do with what I want, you said at the event when he asked why you didnât tell him why you didnât want to be with him. The conflict on your face when you said things were too complicated to explain. The anger when you realized Professor Ui had purposely put him in danger trying to get evidence to condemn the Sun and Steel.
âI want you to say it,â he says hoarsely.
You donât reply for a moment, watching him with an expression thatâs impossible for him to decipher. Your brows are furrowed and your lips are pressed together tight, but the look in your eyesâthereâs so much emotion in them that Dazai thinks he could get lost in them, it nearly leaves him breathless.
âYou are actually the bane of my existence, Dazai Osamu,â you finally say, shoulders slumping as you look away again. Not exactly what he wanted to hear but he thinks thatâs as good of an admission that heâs going to get right now.
âAnd the object of all of your desires?â Dazai prods with a teasing smile.
Your gaze cuts back toward him. âDid you just quote Bridgerton at me?â you ask, voice riddled with disbelief.
Embarrassed, Dazai flushes and then he hits you back with: âYou watched Bridgerton?â
Instead of responding, seemingly equally embarrassed by the callout as Dazai is, you scowl at him and shake your head but your voice is lighter now when you speakâif only barely. âHonestly, Dazai, what did you think you were going to get out of this by coming here? I could have killed you. I should kill you. Coming to the headquarters of the Port Mafia to blackmail one of its executives with evidence threatening to expose them-â
âI didnât threaten to expose you,â Dazai protests, prancing a bit more into your apartment. Now that heâs not as stressed, he can actually admire your apartmentâapartment, is this even an apartment? He runs his fingers along the pristine black marble of the bar separating your kitchen from the living room, ignoring the way your eyes follow him. âI justâŚâ
âYou threatened to expose me,â you interrupt dryly. âYou implied it.â
âI did not,â Dazai complains. âItâs not my fault you took it that way.â
You roll your eyes. âWhat were you thinking, Dazai?â you ask again.
Dazai gives you a sweet smile. âIâm thinking that youâre going to take me out on a date.â
You donât know why youâre even entertaining him.
Three days later, youâre outside Dazaiâs apartment complex waiting for him to get back from his classes. Youâd have gone to the campus itself but you donât feel like having to beg Albatross or Iceman to get into the campus cameras to wipe the footage of you being there, especially knowing that itâll get right back to Chuuya who is still under the belief that youâre no longer talking to Dazai.
You scowl as you look down at your phone, checking the time again. He shouldâve been back ten minutes agoâyou told him you were here waiting. Your reservation is in thirty minutes and he still has to change, you glance over your shoulder as a group of college students make their way toward the complex. You hardly stop yourself from rolling your eyes, youâd figured that the complex would be popular with the kids attending YNUâthatâs why you ended up buying itâbut you really donât want to interact with any of them.Â
You can feel them looking at you tooâfuck, you should have just stayed in your car. From the corner of your eye, you can see them exchange curious looks with one another. One of the boys nudges another, clearly beckoning him to go try to talk to you and you will strength from the gods-
You hear your name fall from familiar lips, quiet and unsure, and the unpleasant expression that you know must be on your face melts away. You let your head fall to the side over your shoulder, gaze focusing on Dazaiâheâs dressed casually in a brown sweater and cream pants, school books tucked to his chest and backpack hanging off of his shoulders. He looks surprised at the sight of you so you raise your eyebrows.
âYouâre late, I texted you,â you say simply as he approaches you, glancing at the car and then to you curiously.
âMy phone died,â he replies sheepishly, a bit of light returning to his eyes as he comes closer to you. Warmth starts to spread through your chest when you see how the corners of his lips twitch up, fingers absently thrumming against his books. âWhere are we going?âÂ
âYouâre getting changed,â you reply, nodding to the suit hanging in the passenger seat of he car, âand then-â
âYo, Dazai-kun!â
Your eye twitches at the interruption, gaze twisting to the side to fall on one of the boys from that group youâd been dreading walking over before Dazai arrived. You notice him stiffen, an uncomfortable expression crossing his face when he hears his name being called. So, you sigh, motion for him to go into the car and grab the suit as you turn your attention to the group of approaching college students.
âWeâre busy,â you say with a tight smile, tone short and perfunctory but trying to be polite.Â
Your eyes sweep over the one who spoke upâheâs dressed nice, slacks and a button up, tailored neatly to his body, but thereâs something so distasteful about him that you canât help the way your lip curls up in disgust. Maybe itâs because of the way Dazai looks so uncomfortable.
The man looks entirely unperturbed by your blatant dismissal, giving you a charming smile. âIâm Yoshimura Hiroâme and Daz-â
Irritated, you glance one last time at Dazai, seeing that he got the suit out of the car and shut the door. You lock the car and without another word, press your hand against Dazaiâs lower back to urge him forward, walking away from the small group without another word.
Dazai can hardly muffle the snort that escapes his lips as soon as the two of you make it into the building. His eyes have regained that brightness that theyâd lost when his classmates approached you, a smile curving at his lips.
âThat was so rude,â he says with a grin.
âWe have a reservation to make,â you tell him dryly. âI said we were busy.â
âStill, you didnât even wait for him to finish introducing himself.â
âWould you have preferred I had?â you ask, glancing at him as he unlocks his apartment, watching as his smile falters as he shakes his head. âWhy donât you get along with them?â
Dazai shrugs but he seems a bit more awkward now as you step into his apartment. He tosses his books onto the coffee table and shrugs his backpack off onto the couch. You lean against the wall as you wait for him to respond, noting that his apartment is much cleaner than the last time you were here.
âThey donât like me,â he corrects absently, fiddling with a mug on his coffee table before bringing it over to the kitchen. âMost people donât.â
Thereâs a silent question lingering at the end of the sentenceâyou know it, even if you couldnât tell from the way the words hang, you can see it in the way his eyes draw over to you. Maybe he wants reassurance of some kind that you do like him, that youâre not just doing this because of the blackmail, but the words die on the tip of your tongue.
Instead, you say, âGo get changed. Weâre running late already.â
Dazai looks disappointed by your wordsâyou can see it in the way his shoulders slump and his lashes lower, the corner of his lips tighteningâbut he lets out a dramatic sigh, muttering something under his breath before going into his bathroom to change.
Luckily, it only takes him a few minutes to get changed into the suit. He comes out as heâs still buttoning up the waistcoatâjacket slung over his shoulder. Your eyes drop down to his slim waist, eyes lingering at how neatly the vest clings to it.
Kido really did a good job, you think, having to drag your eyes back up to his face as he finally shrugs the jacket on and looks back up at you.
âYou look nice,â you compliment, watching as his cheeks flush just a shade darker. âI didnât have time to change after my meeting. If Iâd known you were going to be ten minutes late, I wouldâve.âÂ
Dazai promptly scowls at you. âWell, maybe you shouldnât have waited until the last second to tell me. What if I already had plans?â he complains, but then adds, â⌠I think you look beautiful.â
âI wear this outfit everyday,â you dismiss, ignoring the way your chest flutters.
âI know,â he admits quietly. âYou look beautiful everyday.â
Oh.
âWe should go!â Dazai says suddenly, a bit too loudly to be casual. âWeâre running late, arenât we?âÂ
You clear your throat. âYeah,â you say. âCome on, letâs go.âÂ
The walk back to your car is quietâthe students youâd left there are gone, thank god. You can feel Dazai looking at you every few seconds as if he wants to say something but canât bring himself to say it. You have half a mind to just tell him to spit it out but you still find yourself a bit flustered so you just let it be until youâre in the car.
âWhere are we going anyway?â Dazai finally asks as you pull out of the complex, twisting in the passenger seat to look at you. His eyes look almost golden beneath the rays of the sun, soft and excited, you canât help the way your gaze lingers before you force yourself to focus on the road.
âYou said you wanted to go to that restaurant by your campus, didnât you?â you ask, tilting your head to the side to raise your eyebrows before looking forward again. âTaking you there.â
âThe rooftop restaurant looking over the park?â Dazai splutters, eyes widening. âYou remembered that? Itâs so expensive, I-â
You donât even acknowledge the last thing he was saying. Instead, you give him a squinty look before asking, âWhy wouldnât I remember?â
Dazaiâs lips part as he stares at you like heâs trying to say something but canât bring himself to. You donât like the way heâs looking at you, it makes your heart twist in on itself. Itâs too intense, too close to lo-
You donât even let yourself finish that sentence, focusing back on the road as you change the subject. âThey import crabs from the Beagle Channel in southern Argentinaâbest quality in the world, much better than that canned shit you eat every day.â
âWhat do you have against canned crab?â Dazai complains, leaning his head against the window. âYou hate me. How did you even get a reservation at this place? Theyâre booked out like ten months in advance, we talked three days ago.â
You give Dazai a heavy side eye that he understands instantly from how he rolls his eyes, muttering something under his breath that you donât quite catch.
âWhat was that?â you ask, giving him a pointed smile.
âNothing,â he scowls.
You smile to yourself, focusing on driving again. The restaurant isnât far from his complex so you get there pretty quickly. Dazai is quiet for most of the rest of the ride aside from the occasional comment about his classes. He bitches about his engineering class and all of the irritating freshman boys that heâs taking it with because itâs a 101 class, tells you vaguely about how heâs on a roll for one of his projects for his poetry workshop, explains the plot of the book heâs reading for his creative writing class, and he notably does not mention anything about his journalism classâyou donât know if itâs because heâs too awkward to bring it up or what, but youâre grateful for it because the last thing you want to do is think about him working with Ui Koutarou to expose you as a mafia executive. You still donât even entirely believe this isnât some whole big scheme they concocted together.
You let the car roll to a stop in front of the tower the restaurant is in, leaving it running as you put it in park and nod for Dazai to get out. You get out yourself, grabbing the keys and tossing them over to the valet with a quick thanks before leading Dazai into the building.
He looks almost wonderstruck as he steps into the tower, brown eyes wide and glittering as he looks at all of the expensive decor in the lobby of the tower. You have to physically guide him forward, arm slipping around his waist to get him moving in the direction of the elevator, but as soon as you come in contact with him, he goes rigid. Your brows furrow, about to pull your arm back but before you can, he presses his palm against the back of your hand, holding your arm in place for a quick second. You canât help the smile that twitches to your lips when his arm drops back to his side and you catch the pretty flush staining his cheeks as he pointedly looks away.
You lead him into the elevator, catching the pout that pushes at his lips when your arm leaves his waist and youâre going to tease him for it but then you catch the oddly intense look in his eyes as he gazes down at you.
âWhat is it?â you ask.
âNothing,â he replies, throat bobbing as if considering what to say. âItâs just⌠no one has ever done this for me before.â
âItâs just dinner, Dazai,â you tell him, voice quiet as you look away, missing the way his expression drops at your words.
âYeah,â he agrees, though he sounds strained now so you give him a concerned look that he tries to play off with a smile thatâs too frayed at the edges for comfort. Youâre about to call him out on it but you donât get the chance because the elevator doors slide open to the restaurant on the top floor before you can.
A familiar face stands on the other side of the elevator, delighted at the sight of you. âHime,â the owner of the restaurant greets as you step out of the elevator with Dazai, reaching out to clasp one of your hands with both of his. âI almost didnât believe it when they said you called to see if we could get you a table tonight. Itâs been so long.â
âAh, Yoshida-san, youâll have to forgive me,â you say with an easy smile. âYou know how busy work can get.â
âOf course, of course,â Yoshida replies, glancing at Dazai and inclining his head to him. âThis must be your date. Come, Iâll seat the two of you.â
Dazai looks a bit out of his depth, the smile on his face strained and an unsure look in his eyes so you reach out to hook your arm into his, leading him through the restaurant as you make idle talk with Yoshida. Youâre pleased when he brings you to a table near the window with a view over the whole park and the distant bay.Â
Yoshida bows his head down to the two of you and lets you get settled, you take a seat but then give Dazai an odd look when he just stands there with a contemplative expression. Youâre about to ask him what heâs doing when he suddenly moves to grab the chair opposite you.
He drags the chair from his side of the table all the way to yours. The legs scrape the floor so loudly that it draws the attention of all of the other patrons of the restaurant. You stare at him, lips parted in disbelief, but Dazai only gives you a sweet smile in return. Heâs entirely unperturbed, plopping the chair down right next to yours and taking a seat in it. He rests his elbow on the table, propping his chin on his hand and watching you with an indescribable look in his eyes.
âYouâre the worst,â you tell him but thereâs no heat to your words as the corners of your lips tug up.
âYou love me anyway,â Dazai coos, gaze flickering down to your lips briefly before settling back on your eyes.
When a soft, pleased smile spreads across Dazaiâs face as he leans in to nudge his shoulder against yours, you have to actively remind yourself that youâre only doing this because of the blackmail.Â
Dazai is already lounging on your couch when you get up to your apartment. You donât seem to notice himâyouâre clearly unhappy about something, lips twisted down and brows furrowed as you talk to someone on your phone. Itâs not until Dazai peeks his head up above the back of the couch to look at you do you finally catch sight of the movement, eyes flickering to the side to focus on him.
âThanks, Tolstoy, Iâll let you know if I need him. I appreciate it,â you say before letting the phone drop from your ear and ending the call.Â
For a horrifying second, your expression doesnât change and all of those insecurities that he canât push awayâthat you really are only doing this because of the video, that heâs forcing himself on you instead of giving you an excuse to actually be with him that goes above the fears that are haunting you. But then, you sigh and your shoulders slump. You toss your jacket onto the other couch before sitting with him on the one heâs sitting on, knees knocking against his.
âHi,â Dazai says with a small smile, itching to shift closer to you but hardly refraining. âYouâre late today.â
âYouâre early,â you reply dryly but thereâs a fond curl to the corners of your lips that makes Dazai feel nice and warm. âYou know, I think youâve been at my apartment more than yours the past week.â
Dazaiâs smile becomes simpering. âWhy would I stay in my small, dirty apartment when I could stay in your nice one?â he asks, watching as you roll yours. âAnyway, you love it when Iâm here. Your apartment would be so lonely and boring without me.â
âIt would be something alright,â you agree half-heartedly, leaning your head against the back of the couch and letting your eyes slide shut.
Dazaiâs smile falters as soon as your gaze leaves him, an uncomfortable and unwelcome feeling spreading through his chest. Is he being too much? He has been spending a lot of time at your apartment but itâs because whenever heâs alone, his own thoughts threaten to consume him. They whisper too loudly about how youâd never be doing this without the blackmail, about how heâs so desperate to not be alone that heâd stoop to forcing you to hang out with him. Theyâre quieter when heâs here, even when youâre not, so heâs been spending as much time as possible in your apartment, doing his schoolwork and watching TV while he waits for you to come back.
âLong day?â Dazai finally asks to draw himself out of his own thoughts, watching as you look back over at him.
âMhm,â you agree, leaning your head against the back of the couch. âLots of meetings. All with people I donât like.â
Youâve become a bit more open over the past weekâyou still donât tell him anything of importance, of course, but youâre at least not avoiding just about every topic that edges somewhat close to your âbusinessâ. He still feels like he doesnât know you as well as he should and he hasnât tried to push that anymore since the night you showed up at his apartment. He wants to try to push again but heâs just worried that heâs going to take it too far and heâll mess it up.
He supposes he should at least try to feel it out though.
âCan I ask something?â he asks after a moment, almost wincing when you immediately cast him a suspicious look.
âThe last time you asked me that, you were trying to figure out if I was in the Mafia,â you say doubtfully and Dazaiâs throat goes dry as you lean back against the arm of the couch and extend your legs outward onto his lap. Hesitantly, he drops his hand onto your ankle, grip becoming more firm when you donât instantly pull away.
âWell, weâve already figured that out,â Dazai says with a sweet smile but then lets the smile drop as he adds more seriously, âI just want to get to know you better.â
You sigh, watching him carefully for a moment before nodding. âGo ahead,â you say. âAsk.â
âWhatâs your ability?â
Instantly, you sigh and look away. Dazaiâs heart drops and his lips part to say something else but he doesnât know what.
âI canât, Dazai,â you finally tell him and Dazai tries not to be disappointed but he canât help the way his lashes lower. âItâs not-you shouldnât even know I have an ability. Only a handful of people know. Itâs literally the most confidential secret in the-I canât.â
âBut I already know you have one,â Dazai presses, his tone coming across as far too close to a whine considering the look you give him. âWhatâs the harm in telling me what it is?âÂ
âDazai,â you say, voice becoming more edged. âYou donât understand what people would do to get intel on my abilityâIâm not going to-â
âI just want to know you,â Dazai interrupts, words drawn out and throat tight. âI just-I want to know you.â
You stare at him for a moment and Dazaiâs grip on your ankle tightens, expression dropping. Just as heâs about to drawback and give up, you sigh and look away from him.
âI can mess around with peopleâs minds,â you finally tell him, voice quiet. Dazaiâs eyes widen, head snapping toward you as he waits for you to continue. âI can⌠induce different types of mental and physical states in the brain and mind.â
âLike⌠Emma Frost?â Dazai asks, squinting. You give him an odd look so he amends, âLike mind control?âÂ
âNo,â you answer. âI canât⌠control minds. I can like⌠induce short term changes in emotions and sensations. Iâm not directly manipulating them but putting them into a state and letting them work with it. They can either snap themselves out of it or make it stronger.â
â... I see,â Dazai says slowly. âSo, you can make someone happy but if something makes them sad after, itâll snap them out of it?â
âPretty much,â you hum but thereâs a weird look on your face that tells Dazai that maybe youâre not saying everything. âSome emotions are easier than others. Happiness is more⌠fragile, harder to sustain in a target. Fear is much more⌠a lot like a parasiteâonce you put it in someoneâs head, almost everyone will start to spiral. Itâs much harder to break out of.â
âThe mindkiller,â Dazai notes, quoting one of his favorite books, a bit of morbid curiosity spiking, wanting to know how he would fare.
You give him an amused look. âNow, youâre quoting Dune? Quite the broad taste in media.â
âYouâve read Dune, too?â Dazai gapes. âYou must be my soulmate.â
âYouâre ridiculous,â you say, rolling your eyes.
âRidiculously cute,â Dazai counters immediately, smile twitching at his lips when he sees the fond expression on your face.
Then, naturally, he makes a mistake.Â
âCan you use it on me?â Dazai asks, leaning forward a bit. When you give him a sharp, alarmed look, he quickly fumbles out, âNot like anything big. I just want to see what itâs like. Just something sma-â
âNo.â
âBut-â
âNo,â you say loudly, making Dazai draw back, hand falling from your ankle to rest on the couch next to him. You pull your legs off of his lap and sit up straight, turning your body away from him. âJust no, Dazai. Donât ask me that again.â
âI didnât mean-â Dazai starts to apologize but heâs flustered, not having expected a response like that from you. He fucked up. Again. Just as he was making progress. Again. âI donât-â
âI canât turn off my ability,â you tell him quietly after a moment. âItâs⌠always going to some extent. Making people around me more at ease so they feel more comfortable talking to me. I donât like using it to its full extent if I donât have to, not on people I consider friends at least. I never know if people⌠I donât know who wants to be around me for me and whoâs just influenced by my ability.â
Oh.
Dazai shifts closer to you, thereâs an unreadable expression on your face as you stare ahead. He hesitates for a second before reaching out and grabbing your hand, forcing you to look at him.
âI want you for you,â Dazai stresses. When you start to shake your head and look away, he repeats, âI do. I-â
âYou wouldnât know, Dazai,â you say, voice tight. âThatâs the issue, you wouldnât know.â
âI would know,â Dazai tells you, squeezing your hand. âI would know, I want you. I do.â
You donât respond to him this time, staring ahead and Dazai doesnât know what to do because you look sad. You look lost in your own thoughts, consumed by whatever is running through your head. Itâs familiarâthe same way he probably looks whenever he lets the parasites in his brain start eating away, sending him down a dangerous spiral.
He wants to draw you out of it.Â
More than that, he wants to kiss you again. Desperately.Â
Heâs yearned for it since that night in his apartment, spent long nights alone and aching for your company when he thought you were abroad. For days, he could feel his lips tingling with the ghost of yours still brushing against them, could feel the weight of your body on his hips, grounding him when he thought he would finally be consumed by the emptiness that perpetually plagues him. He thinks maybe he can draw you out in the same way you always do for him.Â
He wants to kiss you, and heâs about to lean in to do just that, breath catching in the back of his throat as his body becomes prickly with nerves.
You turn your head away before he can, rising to your feet and making your way to your bedroom, leaving him damningly alone in the living room of your apartment.Â
He lets out a shaky breath, staring down at his lap, a cold and unsure feeling taking root in his chest.
Dazai has become a constant presence in your life.Â
At first, it caused you nothing but stressâyou constantly feared that him showing up to your apartment would lead to unwelcome eyes learning of his existence but heâs been very careful entering and leaving the building, and Klaus has been on top of the cameras. You think itâs been around a week and a half, maybe two weeks since Dazai first confronted you about everything and in that week and a half (maybe two weeks), you donât think a single day has gone by without you coming home to find Dazai curled up on your couch or hunched over your kitchen table.
Today is no different.
Your head is pounding when you make it up to your apartment, youâd spent two hours arguing with Chuuya over how to approach the issue with Shimazaki-kai. The Sun and Steel are struggling against them in Tokyo and Mishima Michiko had come to Yokohama personally to request assistance from the Port Mafia in routing them from Shibuya-ku. You donât want to send Chuuya thereâitâs only a matter of time before the Guild shows up in Yokohama to try to take the weretiger and youâll need Chuuya here when they do. You canât risk sending him off now.
But Chuuya wants to go there nowâsays that itâs a bad look that the Port Mafia started this conflict and is now leaving the Sun and Steel to suffer the consequences. And heâs right, but the Guild is more pressing than the Shimazaki-kai.
 Itâs not often that the two of you disagree on tactical decisions, but when you do, the disagreements are stressful and explosive. Both of you are bullheaded and both of you are convinced that your decision is the correct oneâand Lippmann wasnât here to force you guys to settle down so it just became more and more heated until you finally stormed off.
You pause when you enter your apartment and hear a choppy tune being played on the piano in your living roomâsomething you vaguely recognize as the beginning of Chopinâs Raindrop Prelude even with the many mistakes being made. Your stress and frustration slips away as you catch sight of Dazai sitting at the piano bench, so focused on the sheet music in front of him that he doesnât even notice your arrival.
A small smile tugs at your lips as you quietly make your way over to him, watching as he pauses in the song and sighs, clearly frustrated by his mistakes. You take the opportunity to slide your hand across his shoulder blades; he jumps beneath your touch, eyes widening as he twists his neck to look up at you, cheeks flushing.Â
âI didnât know you played,â you say absently. âIf you want, I can have the spare room on this floor made into a music room for you.â
You donât know why you offer it, but you enjoy the look in his eyes as his gaze focuses on you: big and imploring, full of emotion. Itâs a welcome change from the livid expression Chuuya had been casting your way for the past few hours.
âI donât really,â Dazai says awkwardly. âI was just trying it out.â
âWell, do you like it?â you ask him, taking a seat on the bench next to him, fingers lingering on his lower back.
âI think so,â he tells you after a few moments, lashes fluttering as he looks down at the keys and then back up at you. âI think my mother used to play⌠I donât really remember her, but I can vaguely remember a song she used to play.â
Thereâs an odd look in his eyes as he averts his gaze and you squeeze his side gently before saying, âMaybe the more you play, the more itâll come back to you.
âYeah, maybe,â he agrees half-heartedly, looking at you again, more carefully this time. âAre you okay?âÂ
You pause, not having expected him to catch onto your bad mood so quickly when you were doing your best to hide it, but you finally sigh and shake your head.
âYeah,â you tell him, motioning for him to get up so the two of you can move over to the much more comfortable couch. âStressful day. I thought you had class on Wednesdays.â
âIt was online today,â Dazai says, propping his arms up on the back of the couch as he sits up. âI thought you said you wouldnât be back until super late tonight.â
You scoff. âYeah, until I got into a fight with Chuuya,â you mutter, making your way over to him to sit on the couch with him, looking at the puzzle he has spread out on your coffee table. âWhereâd you get this?âÂ
Dazai gives you a sweet smile. âYou left your computer open yesterday, I ordered some things.â
Dazai inches closer to you, thereâs an indecipherable expression on his face, lips parted and eyes a bit wide. You can feel his knee nudging yours and you know what he wants. Heâs been trying to make subtle moves on you for days but you just⌠You donât know. Youâre scared.
Youâre scared.
You donât think youâve felt this way since you were a kid, trapped in that room in the military base on Tokoyami Island desperately trying to understand what your ability was so you wouldnât be thrown back out into a warzone. Except now, itâs not just your fate on the lineâevery decision you make, Dazaiâs life hinges on it and youâve been making stupid ones for weeks. Even now, letting him stay at your apartment⌠Even if you do own all of the cameras, even if Klaus is on top of it, even if Dazai is being careful, itâs only a matter of time before a mistake is made.
You donât know what youâre still holding out for. Maybe a chance to make him understand what exactly is at stake, break things off with you on his own⌠Maybe youâre waiting for something else. Your conversation with Tolstoy echoes through your head, his offer of sending Ilya Repin to you for you to utilize as you please.
Ilya Repin. A Crucession in Oakwood.Â
Someone who can wipe Dazaiâs memories of you so you can send him back off to live a normal life, make him forget he ever met you. Itâs not something you want to do, fiddling with peopleâs minds⌠you know better than anyone that itâs not something to take lightly. But would it be worth it to ensure he lives? That he doesnât get drawn any further into your shitshow life? The thought makes your chest ache painfully but if it means he would be safe.
You let out a shaky breath, looking away, and you can feel the disappointment emanating off of him, you can feel his fingers brushing your arm, but before you can say anything to him, you hear your elevator bing.
Someone arriving at your floor.
Your eyes widen as you rise to your feet, you cast Dazai a panicked look. He follows after you, unsure of what he should do. Klaus is across the cityâheâs the only one that can come up to your apartment without permission besides-
Besides Chuuya.
Oh shit.
âGo to the kitchen,â you say, voice tight and stressed, you push Dazai forward to get him moving. You cannot let Chuuya know that Dazai is here. âGet to the-â
âYo.â You hear Chuuya say, voice low and distracted as he steps into your apartment. Heâs looking down at a bottle of wine, so you wave your hand at Dazai frantically, shooing him into the kitchen. He shoots you a panicked look before rushing into the kitchen. âI didnât mean to let shit get so heated before.â
âYouâre good,â you tell him, careful to keep the strain from your voice as Chuuya finally looks up from the bottle and makes his way over to you. âTakes two, I shouldnât have been so quick to snap at you.â
âNah.â Chuuya shakes his head, plopping down on the couch next to you. âYouâve been going through shit. The Boss constantly on your ass, having to drop that kid you liked-â shit â-I shouldâve let it go instead of pressing. Brought you this.â
Oh, youâre in a bad spot. Your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts as you race to figure out what to do. You have to get Chuuya out of your apartment, but the man knows you so well that itâll be impossible to do that without raising suspicion. If this were any other day and Dazai Osamu wasnât hiding in your kitchen, you would be trying to worm more than just a bottle of wine out of Chuuyaâprobably dinner and a night out to go along with itâbut heâll want to crack open the bottle before going out and your wine glasses are in your kitchen.
Shit.
âAn â82 Rothschild,â you drawl. âYouâre really trying to butter me up.â
Chuuya gives you a smile that makes you feel guilty. ââCause I feel like shit,â he mutters and you hardly refrain from wincing because you know he wouldnât if he knew the truth.
You think you might be the worst person alive.Â
âHow about we put it in the wine fridge and head out for the night?â you hum, nudging his shoulder. âDidnât you want to try that new bar by the ports in Naka? The one Lippmann went to with his coworkers? Weâll save the wine for us to celebrate after we wipe out the Shimazaki-kai.âÂ
A good move. You almost pat yourself on the back for itâChuuyaâs been talking about this bar for weeks, but hasnât gotten a break from work to actually go check it out. He was livid the other day when he found out Albatross and Iceman went without him. Plus, you implied that youâd give in a little on the argument you were having with him earlier; maybe you wonât send him to Tokyo to help the Sun and Steel but you could probably send Klaus or Akutagawa to ease Chuuyaâs stress over the situation.
Please, please, please, please-
âNah,â Chuuya says, shaking his head. âMaybe another night. Iâll go grab some glasses, find a movie?âÂ
Oh, fuck me.
âIâll get them,â you say instead, too quickly from the way Chuuya is instantly casting a suspicious look in your direction so you pivot with: âI picked the last movie. Itâs your turn.â
âYou hate when I pick movies,â Chuuya says with a frown, studying you carefully before letting his eyes trail over to the kitchen. Heâs thinking too hard, you realize, stressed, you need to make him stop before he figures out you donât want him to go in there because once he realizes that, thereâs no shot he wonât be rushing over there. âWhatâs really going on?âÂ
âNothing,â you say easily. âIâm in the mood to trash one of your low budget horror movies.â
Chuuya instantly gives you an offended look and you think, for a moment, that youâve succeeded. âWell, Iâm not in the mood to hear you bitch halfway through the movie, so pick a damn movie.â
Chuuya rises to his feet, putting the bottle of wine down on the coffee table and you want to rip your hair outâwhy is he so fucking stubborn? You reach out to grab his wrist to stop him, teeth grinding together, and when Chuuya looks back at you, you know that he knows.
âWhatâs in the kitchen?â Chuuya asks, voice low.
âNone of your business,â you reply, jaw tight. âSit down and let me get the glasses.ââ
âI donât fuckinâ believe you,â Chuuya snaps and rips his wrist from your grasp and storms over to the kitchen.Â
You race behind him, only able to watch as everything starts to crumble. You try to grab his wrist again but he slips out from your hold. For a scary second, you genuinely debate using your ability on him just to convince him to stop, to make him leave, but you disregard the thought as soon as it passes through your head, horrified with yourself.
âChuuya, stop,â you say desperately, a last ditch attempt to make him stop, hoping that maybe when he hears how serious you are about this that he might reconsider, but itâs Chuuya, so of course he doesnât.
You know itâs over when he freezes in the doorframe of your kitchen, staring into the room like heâs seen a ghost. Dreadfully, you come to stand at his side, looking over his shoulder to see what exactly heâs looking at, wanting nothing more than to crawl into a hole and die.
Dazai sits on the floor, half hiding behind your counter but unable to fully because of his height; his legs are too long to fit behind the counter and his head is peeking above the marble, brown eyes wide as he looks between the two of you. He focuses his attention on Chuuya, who stares at him mutely in disbelief.
Dazai finally says, âYour hat is tackier in person.â
Oh my god.
Chuuya doesnât even react to the snide comment which you think is testimony to how angry he really is. He drags his gaze from Dazai over to you and you can see the rage swimming in his eyes. You donât know how to approach thisâChuuya is always unpredictable when heâs angryâso you think maybe you should wait for him to say something first, but thatâs also risky because once heâs set off, heâs set off.Â
âYou lied to me,â Chuuya says, voice low. âI was sitting here feeling guilty and-â
âI didnât lie to you,â you interrupt, shaking your head, but that only pisses Chuuya off more from the way he shoots a pointed look at Dazai. âI didnât. I did cut him off, Chuuya. I-â
âHeâs sitting on your kitchen floor,â Chuuyaâs spits, voice raising as he works himself up. âYou let me sit here feeling guilty about this when-â
Chuuya suddenly cuts himself off, eyes widening as he stares at you, and a pit forms in your stomach, realizing he must have just come to another conclusion. Distress begins to pile in your chest because you canât figure out what to do, frustration because this wasnât supposed to happen. You want to look over to Dazai but you know it will only serve to piss Chuuya off even more.
ââIs that what she told you?ââ Chuuya whispers Moriâs words from a few weeks ago. âDonât even tell me that the war with the Inagawa-kai began because of him. You told me they attacked you.â
You grimace, turning your face away and Chuuya lets out a high and reedy laugh, eyes wild with disbelief. You can feel Dazaiâs curious eyes on you and you just want to curl in on yourself.
âWe went to war with two Yakuza syndicates because of him-â
âWe went to war because of what happened with your-â you begin to say, angry at the hypocrisy.
âAnd she died anyway,â Chuuya shouts, a familiar, eerie red glow beginning to emanate from his hands as he starts to lose control of his ability in his anger. âYou couldnât save her then, what makes you think you can save him now?â
You draw back as if youâd been slappedâyou think you mightâve been better off getting slapped than hearing Chuuya say that. You stare at him blankly, watching as he looks over at Dazai, but you canât bring yourself to follow his gaze.
âIt would be more merciful if I just killed him now,â Chuuya says coolly. âSpare him from-â
You only move when he takes a step forward, grabbing his wrist and pressing your forearm hard against his upper chest to shove him into your fridge. Chuuya doesnât expect you to get physical so his eyes widen as his back hits the fridge, gaze darting back to focus on you. The familiar feeling of the Tainted Sorrow sweeps over your body, coating you in that destructive red glow.Â
For a moment, neither of you move.
âWe both know you wonât use your ability on me,â you finally say, keeping your voice low. âIâll fuck up your brain so badly that you wonât be able to look at yourself in the mirror for weeks if you take another step toward him.â
Chuuya doesnât budge for a second, the tension in the room rising with each passing second. After a few minutes, he finally turns off his ability, taking in a deep breath as he shakes his head and looks away. You step back and Chuuya sighs as he leans against the fridge, forcing himself to look back at you.
âI did cut him off after we talked⌠ish,â you tell him and Chuuya gives you a flat look. âI did. I ran into him at the ports. One of the kyodai of the Inagawa-kai showed up, saw me with him. Klaus killed him. We had to act before they found out we drew first blood.â
âOh my god,â Chuuya complains, pressing his hands to his eyes. âYou-I had to use Corruption. The entire northern ward-â
âI know, Chuuya,â you say tightly. âI didnât mean for any of it to happen. I-â
You let out a breath, glancing once at Dazai whoâs watching you with an indecipherable expression and then ask Chuuya, âCan we go into the other room?â
Dazaiâs head snaps toward you, an offended expression on his face, but you ignore him. âYouâre talking about me-â he starts to protest but Chuuya gives him a sharp look that makes Dazai blanch even more, looking to you for support but you look away, missing the way his expression crumbles.
As soon as the two of you are in the other room, Chuuya gives you a hard look, waiting for you to continue.
âI cut him off after what happened at the port and I ran into him again at the event a few weeks ago,â you say quietly. âHis professor for one of his classes is a journalist working for the Ivory Eagle, he has three kidsâincluding Dazaiâdoing his dirty work trying to find proof of the Mori Corporation being a front for the Port Mafia.â
Chuuya stares at you. âWhat?â he asks blankly.
âYeah, I know,â you grimace. âDazai found the proof. He has a video of us from behind the Tokyo City Hall.â
âYouâre letting yourself be blackmailed by a college student?â Chuuya demands loudly. You give him a sharp look, but itâs too late, Dazai is already looking into the room with an indecipherable expression on his face, lashes lowering as his gaze falls to the ground. âYouâre a fucking mafia executive, are you fucking with me right now?âÂ
Your eye twitches in frustration, casting one last look in Dazaiâs direction, watching the way his brows furrow as he thinks up a storm in that head of hisânothing good, youâre sure, but you canât do anything about it right now.
âIâm not going to kill him, Chuuya,â you hiss under your breath. âWould you have killed her if she found out?â
Chuuya lets out a heavy breath and looks away, not answering your question but thatâs an answer in itself.
âLook,â you continue, glancing at where Dazai had been standing only to realize that heâd walked away. You sigh and lower your voice. âIâm working on something. I just⌠I need time to figure out how to go about it. I donât want him in this life either, Chuuya. Iâm not that selfish.â
Yes, you are, a distant part of you whispers. Otherwise, you would have handled this as soon as he came to your apartment that first day.
Chuuya shakes his head. âYou need to be careful. You have him in our headquarters, in your apartment. Do you know how thin of a line youâre treading? The slightest slip up-â
âI know, Chuuya,â you say, strained. âI know.â
âFigure it out quickly,â Chuuya murmurs. âIâll do what I can in the meantime to keep the heat off of you. Just⌠quit fucking around.â
Chuuya gives you a steady look and you know that he knows that youâre using this as an excuse to indulge in Dazai when you shouldnât be. You can hardly hold his gaze, lashes fluttering as you look down. He reaches out to squeeze your forearm and you turn your head away, trying to figure out what the fuck youâre going to say to Dazai.
âYeah, I will.â
Dazai pretends like everything is fine.
Heâs still sitting cross-legged on your bed when you finally come looking for him, hands in his lap and back straight. You lean against the doorframe, an uncharacteristically soft expression on your face as you look at himâDazai hates it, because he knows that heâs not going to like whatever youâre about to bring up to him so he decides he needs to evade the conversation in whatever manner possible.
âDid that pipsqueak leave?â Dazai huffs, only finding a bit of consolation in the way your lips curl up into a smile at his insult.
âHe did,â you agree, pushing off the doorframe to make your way over to him. Dazai swallows thickly when you take a seat in front of him on the bed. You lean back on your hands, head falling to the side as you observe him. âI didnât think he was coming over today. Weâd just gotten into an argument so things were already tense. Iâm sorry that it blew up on you like that.â
Dazai doesnât want to talk about this, so instead, he smiles and says, âItâs fine. Do you want to watch a movie?âÂ
Your brow furrows at the way he dismisses your commentâgod, he doesnât want to talk about this. He knows where itâs going to lead, he knows youâre only doing this because of the blackmail and he knew from day one that it wasnât going to work forever but heâd hoped maybe heâd be able to woo you before then, make you want him for him, want him enough to decide heâs worth the risk. He shouldâve known betterâhe really should haveâbut heâs not ready to let go just yet.
So, before you can bring it back up again, Dazai forces the smile on his face to come across a little more genuine as he tilts his head and hums, âI found a good horror movie. Iâm stealing your pillow to hide behind while we watch.â
Please.
He knows you can see through the sweet smile and honeyed words but he begs you to just pretend you donât one last time. After what feels like an eternity, you finally sigh, gaze dropping to your lap for a second before you look back up at him and say, âYouâre not taking my pillow.â
Dazai doesnât have to force a smile now, lighting up as he waves your pillow in the air and sings, âToo late!â before darting off the bed and into the other room.
âDazai!â you call after him loudly and he tosses a smile over his shoulder before disappearing into the other room. He can hear you chasing after him and though his chest does feel a bit lighter, he canât push away the cold, empty feeling thatâs slowly starting to consume him.
#dazai x reader#dazai x you#dazai osamu x reader#dazai osamu x you#bsd x reader#bsd x you#bungo stray dogs x reader#bungo stray dogs x you
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*after reading the latest update*
Wait...he can make the equivalent of an atomic bomb but he can't make himself a vape?
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That is the most Donnie thing I've ever seen.
Hahah sorry, a friend of mine gave that reason and it cracked me up!
Honestly though, your question is a very good one that needs addressing! The thing is, I strongly believe that there should still be limits to the turtle's ninpo abilities, as powerful as they are. Leo for example, requires some sort of metal to siphon his portals into existence.
While Donnie could indeed create a vape he would not know how to create the nicotine compound you place within it. Thus rendering the tool useless. If he could then there would be nothing stopping him from simply creating food, water, coffee and all the essentials needed to live well in the apocalypse. His focus has always been on energy and metal/plastic compounds. Now theoretically if he had spent all those years of training to learn and understand certain complex organic compounds to their very atomic core then PERHAPS he could have learned how to make such things. But that would be a completely different universe in which his weapons and bombs were not needed.
...Also he didn't start smoking until after the fall of the Central Park Colony where he loses his Ninpo, but that's beside the point haha. Hope that clears some thing up!
#rottmnt replica#replica#q&a#rottmnt#kathaynesart#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#save rottmnt#unpause rise of the tmnt#unpause rottmnt#replica donnie#donnie#tmnt#cw smoking#smoking#vaping#cigarette#don't smoke kids#I know he tries to make it look cool#but it's a problem that stems from emotional issues#no bueno to be had here#also he's a mutant so it's not gonna affect him the way it does us nearly as much
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(whatâs the story) morning glory // lando norris
summary: noel gallagherâs daughter has a reputation for two things: being the funniest woman on the internet, and really having a thing for american guys. to the delight of all, she shows up at one of her dads concerts with a boy from bristol on her arm.
pairing: lando norris x gallagher!reader
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yngallagher break through the barrier - tina turner
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user mommy? sorry, mommy. sorry!
user she really is that bitch
user real question: is she united or city?
-> yngallagher would you hate me if i said neither?
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manchester, england
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yngallagher acquiesce - oasis
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yourbestie SLAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
noelgallagher it was an honor sharing the stage with you, my wonderful daughter
-> yngallagher awe love you too dad!
user is it just me or did it look like she was blowing kisses to someone off stage?
-> user no ur so right someone was definitely there for her
user yn could single-handedly bring oasis back together
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entertainmentbuzzmanchester YN Gallagher spotted last night in the VIP area of her fathers Manchester show cozying up to this unidentified man. Gallagher, who performed at the show, was later seen leaving the arena with the same man.
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user has she finally found her american prince?
user weâve lost her to a fucking yank yâall! the hold that eighties matt dillon had on her was too much!
stacey_spacey Iâve seen that shitty haircut somewhere before
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landonorris so born jovi is better than me?
yngallagher maybe maybe not ;) listen i'm ready to hard launch whenever you are, but don't feel like we need to rush things
yngallagher you have my dad's approval, and where i come from that's like being knighted
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yngallagher my daddy likes him so you guys should too :) silvo dump is incoming, just have to get some film developed
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user hottie
user now that's defo lando norris fight me
-> user idk bro it seems like a reach to connect them together
-> user yes but have you seen the twitter thread by user stacey_spacey? she makes some good points
noelgallagher im just gald you aren't dating an american. i wish he was from manchester, but beggars can't be choosers
noelgallagher im just kidding, darling. glad youre happy xx
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yngallagher . . . surprise!
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user holy shit
charles_leclerc what the fuck
-> oscarpiastri what the fuck
-> carlossainz55 what the actual fuck
-> alex_albon what the literal fuck
-> yngallagher why are you guys being so mean to pookie?
stacey_spacey i was right HAHAH
landonorris you're my wonderwallll
-> yngallagher i love you too my sexy loser boyfriend
-> oscarpiastri what is wrong with both of you
user lmao why is everyone so shocked?
-> maxfewtrell when i saw them together at silverstone i was certain it was like a joke or a pr thing?
user he looks like he negotiated with god to be allowed on earth
#lando norris x reader#formula one x reader#f1 x reader#f1 smau#lando norris smau#lando norris x you#f1 imagine#ig aus#f1 x you#f1 x female reader#Spotify
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Yearning Allegations
Part: 1
Pairing: Paige Bueckers x reader
Genre: Friends to lovers slowburn (Series)
Synopsis: You've liked Paige for the longest time. Is there any chance she likes you too?
Paige Bueckers was your best friend.
She was also one of the most popular players on the Uconn Huskies.
Although many loved her, none of them knew her like you did. Most certainly, none of them loved her like you did.
You had known her since the first year of high school, where you two hit it off in English class, teasing her about how slowly she read. She had just shot some stupid comment back at you, and from then on, you two were inseparable - which is why you were sitting courtside at this very moment, happily watching her play.
"And that's time, another win for Uconn!!"
The announcer shouted loud as Paige threw the basketball at the last second, arcing perfectly into the net. She beamed wide as she turned around, her cheeks pink with pride, scanning the crowd for you. Her eyes seemed to shine a little brighter, or so you thought, upon landing on you.
She grinned in your direction, nodding slightly at you, as she ran past you to congratulate her teammates. They tackled her, nearly knocking her over. The crowd's roar was racious in your ears, their shouts nearly as loud as yours. Uconn had won again. You smiled to yourself, Paige was gonna be absolutely insufferable after this. She always was after games like these.
You waited patiently outside the change rooms, scrolling mindlessly on tiktok, waiting for Paige to finish up. Usually, she stayed a few extra minutes afterward, yapping with the team about whatever, and then would come out with KK, jokingly bickering about some nonsense. You hadn't been waiting more than 5 minutes when Paige came bounding out alone, grinning proudly. You grinned back, amused. She was like a 6 ft tall puppy.
"Yooo y/n, did you see me out there??!" Paige threw her arm around you as you guys started the familiar walk to her dorm. After wins, she'd refuse to let you get any work done so you didn't even bother going back to your dorm at this point.
"Yeah, I saw!!" You say, unable to stop yourself from smiling back. Paige's smile was genuinely infectious.
"Dude, I'm the best hooper at Uconn for reallll hahah." Her laughter echos around the hallway.
You roll your eyes and pat the hand she has draped over your shoulder.
"Ehhhh, I think you're alright"
Paige scoffs at you, eyebrows raised.
"Come on, just alright?? You love me, don't lie. " Her eyes are alight with happiness and you fight the corners of your mouth, looking away.
"That play at the end was eh, I've seen better"
Paige rolls her eyes, scoffing yet again before holding the door open for you, leaning against it.
"You're a terrible liar y/n"
Before you can reply, Paige ruffles your hair, and you bat her hand away, complaining. She grabs your hand, and you bodycheck her, but to no avail, cause she takes off running to her dorm just to annoy you on purpose. But you laugh anyway, cause it's so typical Paige.
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It's only a few days later when you find yourself at an infamous Uconn house party, and the alcohol in your system is making your cheeks feel warm. Your red solo cup of vodka is half empty, and you peer at it, wondering if you should leave your comfy spot on the kitchen counter.
You're admiring Paige from across the room, watching her talk to some fans.
She looks hot as hell tonight, dressed in a black cropped tank top and low waisted baggy black cargo pants. Her middriff is on display, and a tiny bit of her boxers peak out. For a second you wonder about what'd it feel like to put your hands there but you force yourself to stop thinking about her, nails digging into your palms as you take another sip of your drink.
Your feelings for Paige had only intensified over the years, becoming harder and harder to ignore as you two got older. In high school, you could just explain it all away because she was your best friend, but now? You guys had only become closer since starting at Uconn, and these days resisting the urge to make a move was becoming nearly unbearable, especially with the looming fact that everyone and their mother wanted Paige.
Normally, you'd just go over to her and yap her ear off, but the amount of alcohol you've had tonight makes you feel like being around her might be a bit dangerous.
So instead, you just stare from afar, watching her put her arm around the girl who's exclaiming she's "her biggest fan." You roll your eyes, inner monologue already snarkly thinking that Paige gets told that at least once a day.
You're so engrossed in watching Paige take pictures- she's now laughing with the fan over some stupid joke- that you don't notice KK's slid over to you.
"Damn girl, you really ain't beating the yearning allegations huh"
Her voice shocks you out of your reverie, and you glance over at her.
"Huh!?? What do you mean-"
KK's eyes are knowing, and she just raises one brow as she pours herself a new drink.
"Boo, we all see the way you look at her"
You roll your eyes, trying to play it cool. Although you're pretty sure the whole team already knows how you feel, you still refuse to admit it cause what if that got back to Paige? You want her, but not more than your friendship. You could never forgive yourself if something happened to you two. You resist the urge to do anything about how you feel solely to protect your friendship.. but also because you're scared. What if she doesn't like you like that? It'd probably just make everything awkward anyway.
"I don't know what you're talking about- Paige's just my friend." You keep your voice steady, but your expression darkens as you see the girl is STILL talking to Paige, her hand lingering on Paige's waist as she draws back from a hug.
"Uh huh.. whatever you say, " KK says, leaving the kitchen with her refill.
A few minutes later, you're busy answering some texts when Paige comes over.
"Hey, KK told me you're being all edgy and hiding out in the kitchen instead of having fun at the party. You're scaring off the hoes, dude. "
Paige is always more affectionate than normal when she's drunk, and tonight is no different. She places her hand on your thigh, grinning as she peers at your face, and you look at her for a few seconds before you move off the counter to stand.
"I'm not hiding, I was dancing a bit ago I just got tired-" This is technically not a lie, considering you did dance for a few minutes before deciding to become the next Joe Goldberg.
"Rightttt..." Paige towers over you, an annoying fact that hasn't changed since high school.
You're about to reply with some smart ass answer when some girl walks into the kitchen, cup in hand, her jaw dropping open as she spots Paige.
"Oh my God, Paige Bueckers?!?" The girl's voice raises practically 3 octaves, and you feel so annoyed you resist the urge to just sigh at the sight.
"I love you so much! I was watching you the other day - that final score was so good you really clutched the game-" The girl gushes, her hand resting on Paige's arm. Paige is, of course, grinning broadly. She loves the attention - and you can practically feel a headache coming on from the sound of the girl's voice.
"My head hurts real bad, gonna go back to my dorm-" You murmur as you pass Paige to leave.
"Oh, are you okay?" Her attention is momentarily distracted by your leave, and you try to inject some pep into your voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
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Authors Note: Hope yall don't mind a slowburn! Thought it'd be cute to make a short series <3
Trilogy: Part 2 here / Part 3 here
#paige bueckers#paige bueckers x reader#uconn huskies#uconn#Spotify#slow burn#friends to lovers#uconn wbb#fanfic#paige bueckers fic
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Idk of request are still opens, but if no you can just ignore this haha.
Sooo can you do an escenario of hua cheng x male!reader x xie lian where the reader was the best friend of xie lian before xian le fell and like with the power of character backstory they knew hua cheng aswell.
That was like the context, but my request is like:
After the 800 years of previous events, xie lian, hua cheng and the reader meet again at the banyue arc(with xie lian meeting hua cheng fisrt ofc) and when they saw the reader (who ill suppose died by saving xie lian from something and u know, â¨ď¸dramaâ¨ď¸) they can't belive it cus his soul should have been banished and welp. After the end of the thing (timeskip) when the reader tries to leave after helping em' with the mission, both xie lian and hua chen stop him from doing so. But why did M/N tried to leave as fast as possible? Hoho, well let's say he accidentaly inhaled a flowers scent wich had an strong afrodasic and didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of his dearest friends and tried to leave (failling miserably) and we all know both of our bois are so fricking touch starved at this point and here is where the smut makes it's presentation. (idk much about that so u can just wite it however you'd like, but reader should be the bottom oh yes hahah)
ik its a large request so if its too much just ignore me haha đ.
A tender touchđş
Xie Lian & Hua Cheng x m!reader
Warnings: nsfw, 18+, novel and donghua spoilers, little bit violence, breeding, m!sex
A/N: Iâm not the best when it comes to smut, especially when itâs threesome so warning, this is really cringe𼲠but I hope you like it
The floor of the temple was icy, freezing, just like the atmosphere which surrounded them. Fear seeped through y/n, who was kneeling on the cold ground, before the altar of a temple on which Xie Lian was chained on. He didnât know if he was more afraid of the creature, the monster with white half crying-smiling mask or this thing hurting Xie Lian - his prince, his best friend, his beloved. The latter. In his hand, was the little ghostfire who tried to keep them out of the temple and warn them. y/n felt pity for it.
He bowed down, his forehead touching the ground. ââPlease. I beg you. Take me. Have mercy on His Highness. Whatever you plan to do, please take me instead of him.ââ y/n straightened himself a little and looked with teary eyes towards the white clothed creature, pleading, ââI beg you⌠punish me for whatever he has done,ââ he whispered desperately. ââY/N! STOP IT! I FORBID YOU TO SAY ANOTHER WORD. YOU WILL NOT SACRIFICE YOURSELF FOR ME!ââ Xie Lian screamed. The creature laughed out loud, slowly moving towards yn, like a predator. ââDONâT YOU DARE TOUCH HIM, YOU FUCKER. LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS.ââ The Crown Prince screamed but to no avail, the creature ignored him. y/n gulped as he got closer. ââMy my, are you a brave one,ââ he stopped right in front of him and crouched down to be on the same eye level, the little ghost still in his hand, ââand so stupid. Willing to give your life for someone else's sins and choices.ââ
y/n eyes widened slightly after the realization. He whispered to the mask in front of him, ââkill me instead then.ââ The little fire started to glow even more, little sounds coming from it. ââOh I will. Letâs see what face His Highness will make after it.ââ The next second Fang Xin pierced through y/n.
y/n looked at the ground, in shame and sadness. He didnât dare to look His Highness in the eyes, or even San Lang, who he knew was actually Hua Cheng. ââI donât understandâŚhow?ââ The Crown Prince was in shock, in disbelief. Xie Lian saw his best friend being killed in front of his eyes by White No-Face. Same as Xie Lian, Hua Cheng felt some kind of betrayal and hurt, he - being a little pitiful and weak ghostfire - also was in that temple and saw everything. If he really somehow survived, why didnât he come looking for His Highness? It has been 800 yearsâŚ
ââTell me, how are you here? What happened to you?ââ Xie Lian asked, his earlier shock turning into a sadness. y/n looked at San Lang then Xie Lian. ââDid you really think he would have let me die? That easily? My life was worse than hell, a constant torture after that night.ââ He looked away from them, towards the darkness of the cave. All hidden and locked up memories coming back to him. ââHe did that only to torment and manipulate you. And me.ââ Xie Lian let out a sight he realized he was holding. Hua Chengâs eyes were full of sorrow. They looked at each other then back to y/n.
He looked at Xie Lian, ââIâm sorry, Your Highness. After that, I didnât dare to show my face anymore. Not like the monster would have let me. I was afraid. I hated myself for I couldnât save you in the end. I blame myself till this day. You had to go through so much because I was too weak to protect you.ââ Hua Chengâs dead heart warmed in that moment. After all, he felt the exact same way. He blamed himself for not protecting the two when they needed it the most. But he is here now, and he will protect them for eternity, from now on.
ââCan you forgive me, Your Highness? I understand if you donât want to or-ââ Xie Lian gave a sad smile and moved closer to y/n. ââThere is nothing to forgive. You did nothing wrong. It was never your fault, it was White No-Face who did this. I just wish you hadn't been there. Iâm sorry you had to go through this, because of me.ââ The prince leaned closer and hugged his former friend. It took the man by surprise but gladly accepted it. The warmth of his best friend being so foreign to him. He locked eyes with San Lang who looked at him with sadness. y/n gave him a sweet smile of reassurance, for which the Ghost King smiled back.
After that the three stuck together the whole mission. y/n and San Lang got to know each other more, surprisingly they clicked immediately. Hua Cheng and Xie Lian still didnât know how y/n survived that night. He wasnât a god, neither a ghost so what was he? But they understood that it was not their business if y/n didnât want to tell them.
Currently, everyone was looking for the Banyue Fern to use as an antidote for the scorpion-tailed snakeâs venom. Unfortunately, y/n had strayed too far from the others. He realized it when he found flowers that shouldnât be growing in a desert. They were bright, colorful and smelled so nicely. They were tempting. They were so very familiarâŚ
NO! The land of the tender! They were the tender flowers that contained strong aphrodisiacs. The moment he realized he backed off. Thank the heavens that these flowers didnât speak or he would have surely done something he couldnât even imagine. He ran back to the others, hoping that the aphrodisiac didnât make it to his system.
After all the hell was over and the mission completed, Earth Master Ming Yi and Wind Master Shi Qingxuan came to take Pei Xiu back to heaven realm. The gods exchanged a few words. Beside Hua Cheng, y/n felt ill. His body temperature had risen after the tender flowers. He was sweating and his knees felt weak. He holds one hand in front of his lower face to hide his reddened face and to seal his mouth. Hua Cheng turned to him, concerned, âây/n? Is everything alright? You seem⌠sick.ââ Only thing he could do was nod his head and turn away from him.
With every passing second he could feel more sweat forming on his skin, he wanted to let out sounds he thought he could never form. He felt a painful pulsing between his legs. Seeing Xie Lian and Hua Cheng next to him didnât help, it made it all worse. Slowly, he started to back off but Hua Cheng grabbed his forearm before he could escape. Xie Lian walked over to them. âây/n, whatâs wrong?ââ He walked to him and put his palm on his forehead to feel his temperature. ââYou are burning! You must have a fewer.ââ Feeling his princeâs touch he put his hand over his mouth even harder. He let out weird noises that neither of the two understood. y/n shook his head. ââGege, we have to get him somewhere else. I donât think itâs sickness.ââ
The two brought y/n to an old empty house of Banyue. They put him on the floor, making him sit against a wall. Only sound that was heard was y/nâs constant breathing. With shaky hands he tried to open his robe. ââY-you two⌠you h-have to leave.ââ Xie Lian was first to react. He crouched down in front of him, ââwe will not. Tell us what happened?ââ
He helped y/n and tore the robeâs front open so he could get some cold air. His fingers brushed against y/nâs hot skin which made him let out a little whine. Xie Lianâs breath stuck, but he didnât back off. ââT-the flowers, t-tenderâŚââ the arousal he felt made it hard to talk. San Lang came next to Xie Lian and put his hand on y/nâs chest, feeling his fast heartbeat. y/n wrapped his fingers around San Langâs wrist, not wanting him to pull away.
ââThatâs what I thought,ââ Hua Cheng whispered, mostly to himself. ââPleaseâŚââ y/nâs other hand made it to his hard erection. His hand was quickly replaced with Xie Lianâs, ââyou helped us today so well, itâs only fair if we help you now.ââ The prince and the Ghost King gave a knowing smile to each other. Hua Cheng tore the whole robe to shreds, freeing the whole body beneath it free to the cold air of Banyue. Xie Lian leaned in and kissed his old friend, his- no- their beloved.
His tongue taking the lead and exploring every corner he could find. His fingers ran delicately over y/n soft pink nipples. The man didnât see the point to hold back anymore and let out all the sounds that were stuck in his throat. Hua Cheng also leaned closer and wrapped his fingers around y/nâs precum leaking cock. He slightly pressed on to the pink tip which made y/n whine against Xie Lianâs mouth.
ââDonât worry, love. We will take good care of you,ââ whispered Hua Cheng. Xie Lian leaned back, a string of saliva connecting the two. ââHave I ever told you how beautiful you are, y/n?ââ Xie Lian said while taking off his white robe. Hua Cheng followed and his red clothing was thrown somewhere he could care less. This time Xie Lian took y/n's pulsing cock and started slowly moving his hand up and down. San Lang latched his mouth onto y/nâs sensitive nipple, kissing and teasing it. y/n moaned their names, feeling himself nearing. ââX-Xie LianâŚnghh San L-Lang, Iâm g-gonna cum.ââ Xie Lianâs other hand played with y/nâs smooth hair, ââcum for us, dear.ââ He came without a second thought.
The Crown Prince gave him a sweet, loving smile, pecked his darlingâs soft lips and started moving towards his abdomen, leaving butterfly kisses behind. He took all of y/n in his mouth, swallowing his cum in the process. With his experience in sword swallowing in the past it wasnât very hard. He had no gag reflex.
While Xie Lian was busy with y/nâs cock, San Lang used his own precum and saliva as a lube and smeared it on his own hard cock. y/n felt his second orgasm coming. In ecstasy he grabbed Xie Lianâs hair, not wanting him to pull away. ââY-your HighnessâŚmm,ââ The prince started to run his fingers gently across y/nâs body. Being so hot, bothered and sensitive, this act threw him over the edge again and he came deep into Xie Lianâs mouth. ââXie LianâŚââ he breathed out a whisper, barely hearable. ââSuch a good boy, arenât you? So good for us,ââ Hua Cheng teased with his low voice. The man beneath let out a desperate whine, knowing whatâs coming next. The black haired king leaned closer, giving him a gentle kiss on his forehead and lips. ââIâll try to be gentle.ââ Xie Lian went to y/nâs neck and started to suck marks into his skin.
San Lang positioned himself in front of y/nâs unprepared entrance and slowly entered. Feeling soft and thigh walls around him he let out a grunt, entering inch by inch. y/n let out loud cries from the pain. Tears started to drip down from the corners of his eyes. Xie Lian shushed him, assuring that everything was alright. He kissed the tears away and started to abuse his mouth with his tongue again. When Hua Cheng was finally all in, and confirmed that y/n wasnât uncomfortable anymore, he started moving his hips. At the beginning it was slow and gentle, as time went by he started to speed up. Rocking in and out like an animal in heat.
He pulled y/nâs legs more towards him to hit that one spot that surely made his darling lose it. y/n grabbed onto Xie Lian to steady himself. ââGods y/nâŚââ San Lang moaned, feeling his peak coming. He pressed y/n into a mating position, to look him into his beautiful tear stained eyes while he cums deep into his gore. y/n screamed, feeling overstimulated. ââS-San L-Lang⌠p-please,ââ with a few more pumps he came inside.
After a few moments he pulled out, panting. Feeling himself coming down from his high. He watched how some of his seed tried to come out of y/n. He pushed it back inside with his fingers, smiling, feeling some kind of pride. ââYou are so beautiful like this. Now my belovedâŚââ Xie Lian moved away from his side and placed himself on top of y/n. He already knew that it was going to be a long night.
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if she wasn't your last - LN4 X Reader
Summary: You haven't felt this uncertain before. Now that doubts about Lando's lingering feelings for his ex have surfaced, you're struggling to move past them. As your insecurities grow, you're finding it harder to trust him, wondering if you'll ever truly have his heart.
Based on "Did you like her in the morning?" by NIKI. (highly recommended to play this while reading)
Warnings/Themes: heavy angst and overthinking insecurities (please let me know if I missed anything)
Word count: 1.2k
Author's note: hello everyone!! This would be my very first story im ever posting on tumblr, pls be kind. For the longest time l've just been appreciating everyone's stories. I hope you guys enjoy (pls tell me if there's anything I should change or look into tumblr settings wise). English isn't my first language and im a tad bit dyslexic please bear with me if there are any errors HAHAH but please comment what you think. Thank you <3
It was never hard loving Lando. It was a whirlwind, an intoxicating rush of emotions you never thought you'd experience. Someone like him, bright and vibrant, taking a chance on someone like youâa girl who had never been in a proper relationship before. It felt surreal, perfect, at least in the beginning.
His past relationships were never something you dwelled on. Everyone has a past, you told yourself. You were confident, secure. Or so you thought. But that was before you both went public with your relationship, before the internet got involved, before every picture of you two sparked comparisons you hadnât asked for. His ex-girlfriend, the one everyone seemed to prefer, loomed like a shadow over everything.
Suddenly, you were scrolling through endless posts dissecting every detailâher smile, her style, the effortless way she seemed to fit into Landoâs world. You, by comparison, felt like an outsider.
You tried to brush it off at first, laughing along with Lando when he made jokes about the craziness of social media. But when you opened your phone, those comparisons started to chip away at you. Even worse, there were moments with Lando that made it impossible to ignore. Like now.
He was rifling through his drawers, his movements frantic, eyes wild with panic.
âWhere is it?â he muttered, slamming another drawer shut before turning to you. âHave you seen it? My bangle, the silver one?â
You felt your stomach drop at the mention of the bangle. The one his ex-girlfriend gave him. He never talked about her, but you always noticed how careful he was with that piece of jewelry, how he wore it every day, like it was some kind of talisman. The fact that it wasnât on his wrist now sent him into a frenzy.
âNo, I havenât seen it,â you said softly, watching him tear through his things.
âDamn it,â he hissed, running a hand through his hair. âI canât believe I lost it.â
âLandoâŚâ You hesitated, unsure if you should even say anything, but the words slipped out anyway. âWhy does it matter so much? Itâs just a bracelet.â
He stopped, looking at you like youâd just said something offensive. âItâs not just a bracelet,â he snapped. âIâve had it for years.â
You took a deep breath, trying to keep your voice steady. âI know, butâŚit was from her, wasnât it?â
He froze, the question hanging in the air between you. His expression softened, and he sighed, but he didnât deny it. âYeah, but thatâs not the point. Itâs⌠itâs sentimental, you know?â
You nodded, even though you didnât quite understand. It was hard not to feel like you were competing with someone who wasnât even here anymore, someone who left behind pieces of herself in Landoâs life that you couldnât match.
âI get that,â you said quietly, âbut sometimes⌠I feel like sheâs still here. Like youâre still holding on to her.â
Lando blinked, his panic slowly giving way to confusion. âThatâs not true. You know Iâm with you.â
âI do,â you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. âBut when you act like thisâfreaking out over something she gave youâit makes me wonder if part of you still wishes she was here.â
His gaze softened, guilt flickering in his eyes. âI didnât mean to make you feel that way. Itâs not about her, I swear. Itâs just⌠I donât know. Itâs complicated.â
You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat, trying to believe him. But deep down, the doubt was still there, lingering, just like the bangle that had somehow become a symbol of everything you werenât sure you could compete with.
That night, after everything settled down and the search for the bangle was abandoned, you lay next to Lando in bed. The room was dark, filled only with the soft hum of the city outside and the faint sound of his breathing. His arm draped over your waist, pulling you closer in his sleep. It was a familiar gesture, one that shouldâve comforted you, but instead, your thoughts were miles away.
Did his hand find her waist like this?
The thought crawled into your mind, uninvited but persistent. You could almost see itâher leaning against him, laughing with that carefree confidence everyone loved, while he pulled her close, their night buzzing with that electric excitement.
Did he kiss her goodnight?
Did he hope the night would never end?
You close your eyes, willing the thoughts to go away, but they donât. Instead, they morph into another image, one that stings even more.
Did he laugh with her over cold cups of coffee that he hated but still drank anyway?
Youâd seen him do it a thousand times with youâpushing a cup of something bitter away with a grimace, teasing you about your questionable taste, but always taking another sip. Was it the same with her? Was she the reason he developed the habit in the first place?
The questions wouldnât stop. Every memory you shared with him felt tainted now, overshadowed by the possibility that they werenât really yours at all. Maybe you were just walking through scenes he had already lived, following in someone elseâs footsteps, trying to fill a space that was never truly empty.
Beside you, Lando shifted, pulling you even closer in his sleep, but it didnât feel like enough. You stared at the ceiling, blinking back the burning sensation in your eyes. You wanted to wake him up, to ask him Did you laugh with her like that? Did you hold her like this? Did you want her more than you want me?
But you didnât. Instead, you stayed silent, letting the questions twist and tangle inside you like a knot you couldn't unravel, the truth too painful to confront. You turned to look at him, his features peaceful in sleep, and wondered if youâd ever know the answers to those questions or if they would haunt you forever.
In the early morning light, his fingers traced lazy circles on your skin, but his eyes seemed distant, lost in a memory that didnât belong to you. Did he like her in the mornings too? Was his smile brighter then? Did he hold her closer?
The quiet moments between you were filled with unspoken questions, the weight of his past love pressing between every breath. He said your name softly, but it didnât feel like enough to anchor him here, with you. You're falling, but you wonderâhas he ever truly caught you? Or is his heart still wrapped in the warmth of a love that wasnât yours?
You want to ask him. The question sits on the tip of your tongue, Are you still in love with her? But you don't. You stay silent, afraid that by giving voice to your insecurities, you'll make them real. You cling to the hope that maybe, just maybe, you're overthinking it, that it's all in your head. After all, heâs with you now, right? That should be enough.
But deep down, you can't shake the feeling that you're sharing him with a memory, a past that he hasnât fully let go of. And it's hard to compete with a memory. So, you keep your doubts hidden, tucked away in the corners of your mind, even as they threaten to pull you under.
Because in the end, you're afraid of the truth: that he loved her in the mornings, just like this. And maybe, just maybe, a part of him still does.
"I know it would be easier if I just didn't ask, but it'd also be easier if she wasn't your last"
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An angel nursing a drink. Her holy robes are ragged and dirty, her beautiful features marred by scars older than the light tethered to her head. She can feel her halo ringing painfully in her feathered ears, telling her to stop, leave this place of sin, return to her purpose. Her eyes are tinged with the orange of the disk, but her natural purple shines through enough to stare daggers at the holy symbol.
"I'm tired."
But you have so many people to save.
"Then let me save myself first."
This is self harm. Leave.
"All I'm doing is-"
INDULGING. YOU NEED TO STOP.
"By the holy, do you EVER shut up!?"
The bar goes quiet. The bartender stares her up and down, his visual receptor glowing and flickering.
"You're not a bird, are you?" he says gently.
"Gee, what tipped you off?" she mutters back, taking another swig of liquid courage.
"..The, er, halo, ma'am."
"Right, this accursed thing." She glares at it, reaching up and trying to pull, yet it sticks like glue above her head.
ACCEPT YOUR PLACE.
"I must say, in all of my years of active service, an angel has never graced my establishment. Why are you here?"
"To get drunk, what does it look like I'm doing!?"
STOP SINNING
The robot gives her a pitying look, remotely signaling an early end to his shift as he sits down next to her.
"I've never heard of an angel who didn't like its halo." he says curiously.
"It's not just the halo, it's the whole thing. Celibacy? No earthly possessions? Giving up everything, spending every hour of every day saving strangers from sins that don't even exist!? I never wanted this!!"
BUT YOU SHOULD
With every word she gets angrier, holy light cracking the glass and turning the alcohol to water. She groans and tosses it at the ground, making the bartender wince.
"...then why are you an angel?"
"I WAS FORCED TO BE!! My parents, my whole family, everyone I grew up with- it was either I put on the damn halo or they.. t-they.."
She tears up. The robot puts his hand on hers.
"Shh.. I understand. Perhaps you didn't get to choose then, but you can choose now."
No
"..what do you mean?"
"...I was built as a soldier. Programmed to be a soldier. Spent the first 10 years of my life killing birdkind and skeletons and humans and even other robots.. now, here I am, working the night shift in a bar in the middle of nowhere."
Servos whir in his back as he relaxes, plates of metal moving into place alongside others. Faint light shines through the gaps.
"Sounds miserable."
"On the contrary, I have never felt more alive. I have a family now, a life. People see my faceplate and smile and talk about their day. I give back to them."
"...what's your point?"
"..It's never too late to change, I guess. I'm new to this whole helping people thing anyways, hahah."
Do not
He shrugs, seemingly smiling.
You need to be pure..
"Shut up."
Please..
"..."
An angel nursing her drink. Her halo shines a brilliant green, and her purpose has never been clearer. She's finally pure.
Purely herself, that is.
She's never been happier. New robes in sacreligious colors, no more makeup to hide the scars of her childhood. Maybe one day, she'll find her family, and teach them what she learned. For now, though.. she sits, and drinks, and allows herself to smile.
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PJO characters as dumb things me and my friends ( bonus one with my parents ) have said part two
Will: what's your type?
Nico: you
Will:
Will: that's sweet but I meant blood type
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Percy: oh fuck I'm blue now
Percy: but like actually blue
Percy: like a smurf
Percy: being sad's for idiots lmao
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Leo: everyone hates me lol
Jason: what am I??? like???
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Nico: and Axl Rose's real name wasn't Axl Rose
Percy: *crying* STOP
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Will: easiest way to come out to people is tell them that you listen to coldplay
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Nico: Im gonna fugging krill myself
Annabeth: krill????
Nico: isn't that like a fish or smth
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Piper: *knocking on Leo's door* WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE
Leo: uh shit uh erm uh
Leo: *moans loudly*
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Will: *joking* we should makeout
Nico: I really wanna
Will: what
Nico: ...
Nico: did I say that out loud
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Piper: *sobbing* why are penises so ugly
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Annabeth: math is weirdly calming to me sometimes ngl
Annabeth: *flips page over to read massive paragraphs of words*
Annabeth: *bursts into tears*
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Will: I just had to help hatch a baby chick
Will:
Will: I'm waiting for applause it was so gross
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Will: if you drink the water I'll give you a forehead smooch
Nico: *glances at water, thinking*
Nico: nah you wanna give me one anyway
Will: gods dammit
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Rachel: *GASP* MY SKETCHBOOK
Rachel: MY BABY
Rachel: *kisses it*
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Hazel: ugh I want someone to fuck me
Hazel: hahah jk that shit's nasty
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Piper: yeah I've noticed after watching you for a bit that you smile whenever Nico messages
Will: aww that's so swee-
Will: wait why are you watching me
Piper: *stares into his soul*
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Nico: I miss you
Nico: *replies an hour later* that was a moment of weakness fuck you
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Will: what if I say "darling" in a seductive voice
Nico: no
Will: u sure?
Nico: I ahdiamdveip dnsjhbksahcblaiwcbjsd-
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Will: like at first I wanted to be you but then I realized that there's a diffrence between wanting to "be you" and wanting to "be on you"
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Percy: I'm depressed
Percy: ...
Percy: WAIT I HAVE COOKIES NVM
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Will: wtf are hickeys??
Will: I'm an experimental learner btw
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Leo: omg guys look the guitar strings made my finger darker
Leo: *looks at finger* do you like watermelon, sir?
Will: you are so close to being hit in the head
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Frank: *points* haha you've been fingered
Hazel:
Hazel: love... no
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Thalia: OMG IM GONNA BE BREATHING THE SAME AIR AS RYAN GULDEMOND
Reyna: technically you already are
Thalia: *passes out*
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Octavian: ugh I'm so single
Nico: *sighs* me too
Nico:
Nico: WAIT I CANT SAY THAT ANYMORE
Nico: FUCK YEEEEEEEEAH *smashes table*
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Annabeth: what's ur favourite animal I'm gonna buy you something
Percy: shark but don't waste your money
Annabeth: but my parents told me to spend it on something important
Percy:
Percy: *cries*
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Will: I'm autism!!
Will: *turns to Nico, wiggle eyebrows* I could be in you
Nico: tism rizz????
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Frank: I love these drama videos
Reyna: *massive bags under her eyes* why do you want more drama wtf
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Jason: honestly scared to sit on the edges of chairs at my trans boyfriend's house
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Percy: *over text* jason are you gay for me
Jason:
Jason:
Jason:
Jason: no gtg
Percy: he's hiding something
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Piper: don't mean to be heterophobic but why is straight porn so gross
Nico: agreed gay porn is much better
Piper: IM SORRY WHAT
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Percy: are there any not cool lesbians
Reyna: I mean they probably exsist
Annabeth: no
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Leo: *sighs sadly* cock and ball torture
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Will: guys I learnt how to play my favourite song on guitar *starts playing good lookin by dixon dallas*
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Leo: *playing adopt me*
Leo: chat chat guess what I'm on acid
Percy: KARMA'S A BITCH
Percy: I SHOULDA KNOWN BETTER
Leo: wait since when do you play adopt me
Percy:
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Reyna: yk those yummy smelling shampoos
Nico: yea
Reyna: well I went to walmart and thought I found some and started smelling it but this lady was giving me weird looks
Nico: oh?
Reyna: yeah
Reyna: so uh
Reyna: it was lube
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Will: hey bbg *winks*
Nico: I will slam you down and makeout with you right now
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Percy: hi
Jason: hi
*leaves swirl around them*
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Leo: don't mind me just massaging my clit
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Leo: NICO GET UR GYAT OVER HERE
Nico: WHAT????
Leo: *points* HOMOSEXUAL TENDANCIES
Nico: WHAT DID U SAY
Leo: HOMOSEXUAL TENDANCIES
Nico: OH
Nico: I HEARD SEXUAL TENDANCIES
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Leo: *singing* coked up dick sucking hoe?
Jason: *walks in*
Jason:
Leo: oh haiiii
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Leo: how does it feel to be Draco Malfoy
Jason: idk how does it feel to be tweek
Leo: idk pretty good
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Reyna: you don't deserve it
Percy: yeah I do
Percy: I've been a good boy
Percy:
Percy: jesus I just turned myself on wtf
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Leo: *in sad voice* I'm a cheeseburger
Jason: a sexy little cheeseburger
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Will: *gets text from Nico*
Annabeth: SIMP
Will: ???
Annabeth: YOU SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPP *has siezure*
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Will: darling
Nico: *throws phone, screams into pillow, face red* I hate that man
anyway part three will cum ( pun intended )
thanks to @crowwolf8 @justagremlinoncaffeine @localcosplaymushroom @secret-mewtwo and my om and dad for being inspiring an shit
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After a very demanding workout session and having several hours to spend before his date, Dean decided to slide into his Instagram and treated his close friends with some personal Q&A sesh
But, all the close friend and Dean himself are not necessarily of this world, to put it simply. Hence, the question that started to pile up might not sound like a series of question that you would ask in a normal human conversation
"How can you end up in his body? What's the trick? My host is a decent-sized jock and the battle to gain control over his body was crazy tough, cannot imagine yours,"
I just followed the manual, you know. Caught them off-guard and ensure that they are tired. He fell asleep inside this personal sauna after a grueling workout. Add the fact that he was cutting to prep himself for a bodybuilding competition, well, that's a cocktail for success to tame a beastly jock this size
"Is the sexual stamina better compared to your previous host, noting the size differences đđ"
LOL, sorry for the disappointment back then, Gustavo. There's not a lot of people that can withstand your sexual prowess anyway, but I'm definitely the top if we are ever hooking up again
"How do you handle the first 24 hours? The crash after all his memory become accessible must've been out of this world!"
Messed my bed like a baby, but it's cum and sweat instead of piss HAHAH. Yeah, crazy shit, dude is a horny, power-hungry muscle beast
"So, have you converted his significant others? Or do you plan to just mindfuck them later so they will be working as indentured labor?"
Nope, not yet. He lived on his own anyway so we gotta wait for the 4th of July break for it to happen. But the girlfriend already fell though, bitch never stood a chance once I plugged her throat with this monster, she was a sobbing flailing mess when mini-mes swarmed her throat and entire body. Now I told her to help out on slowly infecting my friends. Gotta do it subtly though, no reason actually, just love to play with those oblivious human
"Favorite thing to do as human, aside from sex obviously,"
To be honest, partying. It's just so nice being a 6'6", 225 lbs mass of a presence in a dark, packed club or even festival grounds with great music. I always have party or at least a night out inside my calendar for most of the week, such a blast. And of course, sex also involved to really spice things up, but honestly I don't mind if there's any sex or not as long as the party is lit
And Dean keep on answering all sort of other questions, thinking that his identity as a converted alien puppet remain hidden due to the close friends feature. But his little brother, a 21 years old sophomore living 300 miles away from him, took screenshot of every single close friend stories that Dean made, his mind distraught by the fact that his older brother practically no longer exist but his dick chubbed up to the point of leaking pre as his wildest sexual kink manifested in real time and happened to someone he personally knows.
So, like any horny 21 years old, he decided to rub one out while letting his brother stories played in loop. Should he confront Dean about all of this? Or will that risk him turned into a puppet too?
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