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There you were, standing in a abandoned classroom, back against the wall. How did you end up like this? Simple, someone snitched, telling your coworker, The Satoru Gojo, that you had a big crush on him. And as silly as it sounded, you thought Gojo wouldnât care. But no, in fact, he cared quite a lot.
So here you were, a foot away from him, the man youâve been daydreaming about at Jujutsu High for about five months now. How did you keep yourself from getting noticed thus far? Because you would discreetly stare at him every so often, talk to him normal even though your sweetness level went up a notch, and you kept your daydreams to yourself.
Until your other nosy coworker, who you thought was a decent friend, went out drinking with you and your secrets were revealed easily. Damn were you able tell the truth while drunk, youâll never do that again.
So you stood here, your eyes softly wide when Gojo sighed and shook his head. âSo youâre just like all the other women huh?â He shrugged, arms out as he sighed again. âJust canât get enough of The Satoru Gojo?â
Even with his blindfold on, itâs insane how it feels like heâs still staring into your soul. But something sours the pit of your stomach, what does he mean by that?
âYou know, iâm so used to it by now itâs quite hilarious.â He crossed his arms. âwomen all the time going crazy over me, trying to get me to either sleep with them, marry then, hell just get my number. Itâs very hilarious actuallyâ he began to laugh, the one that always sends you butterflies, but right now, the butterflies feel dead due to his words.
âI am pretty hot though, so i get it. But seriously, i wasnât expecting this from you ya know? You seem better then them..or so i thought.â He shrugged yet again, heâs just so nonchalantly telling you that your pretty much like every other girl that youâre just out for his fame, money, and body. And that..that hurt.
âGojo..i..â you began to speak, âplease thatâs not what i..â
Gojo slowly looked back over at you, tilting his head. âHmm? Let me guess thatâs not what you meant? Youâre better then other girls?â He chuckled softly. âIâve heard it before, y/n, you donât have to say anything more.â
It was there that the venom struck, and yet, if you could have listened through the venom, you would have heard his own venom striking himself. For heâs never met a woman who honestly cares for him in that way.
He then shook his head, âeither way, just wanted to let your mind understand, get the drama over with and what not. So, iâll see you around, yeah? Byee~â he began to walk towards the door
âThatâs not why i like you..â
He stopped in his tracks. Why were you still talking? He was confused. He said his peace, he was sure he was right. He always is.
âI like you not for your money, trust me. I donât like you because your the strongest sorcerer, because your The Satoru Gojo. Iâd like you even if you werenât that..â
His breathing stopped. He slowly turned to show he was paying attention, yet your head was down at the floor. Your face was of different color, showing how embarrassed you were and yet..
And yet you wanna tell him your true reasoning. Maybe just maybe, heâll believe you.
âI love how caring you are for your students, you cater to each of their needs and show them you how you care through each word and action. Your more then just a weapon, youre human. You show you have feelings, i know cause i see it, especially in your actions.â
He stayed silent, letting you finish.
âI love your laughter and smile each time you see your students succeed, when you see your friends or coworkers, your almost always in a good mood, even when youre down and out, you always try to show people your strong.â
You began to gulp softly, the room was quiet and you closed your eyes as you lifted your head. âA-and iâd be damned if i didnât love you being you, the man that shows his love and care of people by saving the world with his own life on the line, the man that will do anything for his students, would do anything for his friends.â
You then began to ramble because now youâre just a shy mess from all your confessions, âand i like how you always buy everyone souvenirs when your off on missions, always wanting to gift people. The way you love sweets so much is quite damn adorable andââ
âY/n..â
You froze, eyes shutting tighter and your face burning up even more. âDamnâ, you thought, âi said too muchâ.
You suddenly feel fingers holding your chin, the sudden contact caused your eyes to shoot open. Thatâs when you realized heâs a few inches away.
âGojo..iâŚiâm sorry i..â
âWhy are you sorry.â He began to use his other hand to take off his blind fold, letting it slide down his face to hang around his neck.
In seconds you were staring into his ever crystal glowing eyes and it was like your heart and body began to feel butterflies, the kind that were alive and going crazy.
âI believe you, y/n..there no need to say any more.â He leaned in closer, lifting your chin more to look at him. âYou..you are different. And for once..i was..wrong..â he chuckled soft and bitterly but more or so to himself. âYou really like me that much?â
Your eyes entranced into his, all you could do was nod, but you were indeed telling the truth. Yeah your crush has grown to a full on like, even now after your own confessions you realize this.
âHeh..thatâs good to know, Y/n..in fact..here.â He leaned away, getting his phone out, opening it up and giving it to you. âPut your number in, yeah? Iâd like to keep in contact more.â He smiled a pure shy grin, that you could tell he was seriously shy for you.
You took his phone with a shaky hand and begun to put in your name and number. Afterwards giving it back and whispering. âAre you..blushing?â
His eyes widened and he really began to blush, his pale skin the brightest reddish pink youâve ever seen.
âS-shut up, y/nâ he began to laugh, and there it was again, and this time, the butterflies inside you burn with passion.
He then did something that made you blush, and that was leaning in and kissing your cheek ever so softly. His lips lightly feathering there, quite smooth to the touch.
âWe better get going..iâll text you later, better be preparedâ he put his blindfold back up over his eyes and he waved and turned to walk away.
You blinked and quickly walked with him. âBe..prepared for what?â
He turned and stuck his tongue out, âyouâll see later~~â
#jujutsu kaisen fanfic#jjk drabbles#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu fluff#jjk scenarios#jjk fluff#jjk gojo x reader#soft gojo#jujutsu gojo#jjk gojo#gojo x reader#gojo saturo#gojo x you#gojou satoru x reader#gojo fluff#jjk fanfic
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Hi again!
I'm just here to spread a fun fact:
the break up in LFLS is so much sadder in the novel -
A few hours/days before (When grandma's in the hospital and the mission for choosing between Yeowoon and Grandma appear) Myungha and Yeowoon go peach picking -
Myungha starts his convo where he talks about not knowing HOW to love someone, Yeowoon interprets this as a break up and tells Myungha to stop talking - and Myungha manages to explain himself as Yeowoon sheds a few tears -
Myungha says he will never break up with Yeowoon, (then they almost get caught by security and flee)
After he makes his choice (saving both), his time ticks down to 36 days. He feels dizzy, and Yeowoon catches him. Yeowoon helps him, taking him inside his house and laying him down in a blanket.
After a small while - when the dizziness subsides - Yeowoon feeds Myungha some porridge and asks him what that was all about, but Myungha says nothing.
Myungha begs Yeowoon not to hate him.
Then, seeing his days so low, Myungha knows he has to break up with him that night.
Myungha takes Yeowoon in the train to were he used to live at 29 - they roam the streets, talk about life, eat special food (something that Yeowoon's Grandma used to make Yeowoon eat on rainy days), and sit by the river at night.
Yeowoon is SO excited because he thinks Myungha is finally opening up to him the way he's always wanted â he doesn't even consider this the start of a breakup.
THEY EVEN EAT ICE CREAM BY THE RIVER -
its one of those icecreams with two lolly sticks - they break the icecream in two. Myungha gets the smaller piece, but Yeowoon gives him his bigger peice.
Myungha tries so hard to tell Yeowoon the truth about this being a game, about his missions, and everything else â but he physically cannot because the game-world won't let him.
he then HAS to break up,
at first Yeowoon doesnt believe it, but then he gets angry and kisses Myungha to stop him.
Myungha pushes him away rather harsh, telling him to stop - Yeowoon starts crying, he then gets on his knees with tears, literally begging, saying he'd do anything to get back together - he'll fix himself to what Myungha wants.
Yeowoon grabs on so tight to Myungha's hand, holding it against his cheek with tears dribbling down.
Yeowoon says he loves Myungha and constantly apologises for how he's acting, now and in the past, promising to do better, he just wants to be with Myungha.
Myungha pulls his arm away - it starts to rain again,
his days increase from 36 days to 100 days
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I find this version so much sadder (and better tbh) because Yeowoon is so excited the whole time, he's giggling and blushing. honestly just soo happy that Myungha was sharing a part of him - this was something Yeowoon had been asking for time and time again.
But the whole thing has sad undertone as Myungha reitteres in his inner dialogue how this would be their last date, their last meal ect.
And unlike the Kdrama where Yeowoon could maybe guess, in this version, it was totally outta nowhere for him,
the way Yeowoon's cute smile drops in the novel in disbelief is the most gut wrenching thing ever.
also the line where Yeowoon says "I know you don't like me the way I do" makes a lot more sense in the context of the novel, where its clear that Myungha is clearly holding himself back from fully investing in the relationship and is honestly more distracted and tense. (he doesnt say how he feels, he doesn't want to kiss Yeowoon, ect)
i wish the drama was longer to add these moments :(
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Once more, sorry for spamming again and thanks for reading :D
i just needed to share
Stay Safe <3
You are so right IT IS VERY SAD :((
I think the English translation on novel website actually had some of these break up chapters? I definitely remember the illegal peach picking and the underlying sadness ugh Т__Т
And I also wish Kdrama was a bit longer so we could sit with them and make breakup more smooth and logical... but also I still think they worked the novel into it very well. Like, there's that short scene that's absolutely gut-wrenching for me - when they are on a rooftop and Yeowoon is excited, saying 'let's go pick chestnuts in autumn!' and Myungha pauses - what a heavy pause - and only says 'don't forget to take care of yourself' because of immediate doom of the Game. It's different plot-wise but the similar dreadful feeling is there.Т___Т
But also yes, the LFLS novel has so many sad and sweet extra scenes! I wish all of them were adapted in Kdrama version! (and the extension from 36 days to 100 days would make sense, I found Kdrama game mechanics a bit wobbly at the end with that breakup/time with Myungha return/different timeline etc, but probably yes, novel gives it more sense and they had to change it to align with their script)
Thank you for sharing delicious parts from the novel :D I'll share the spinoff in Korean with you as soon as I save the copy!
#love for love's sake#love supremacy zone#love for love's sake comments#dropthemeta#dropthemeta kbl#myungha x yeowoon#korean bl#kbl
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||. finally going to bed thinking about lore - keeper asgardians . thinking about how intelligence and wisdom are one of their favored traits. thinking about how thor is the best of every asgardian ideal . thinking about how he is wise . thinking about his street - smarts . thinking about how he is also knowledgeable in legends , lore , and folktale. he is adaptable . he takes this knowledge , adapts to it , and crafts himself into something stronger. he is ever growing , and one of those ways is how he seeks out knowledge , and knows well to keep a sharp mind on the tales told by word of mouth or written on a page.
#(ik loki is book - smart and all that and good for him)#(i think it's clear that thor absolutely relies on loki to have increasingly /niche/ knowledge about things esp where magic is concerned)#(but i don't think he relies solely on loki to obtain and retain that knowledge. because thor also seeks it out.)#(in the first film /he/ is the one to educate jane - an astrophysicist - on the truth of the nine realms. he's able to TEACH HER-)#(-about the alien world she truly lives in. that was all him.)#(in TDW it's shown that heimdall taught thor about the convergence himself and that thor was very knowledgeable about how it works)#(in that same film he's shown to have a deep understanding of asgardian history - taught by odin himself in some respects.)#(he's ALSO very familiar with the hall of knowledge where the tree is and commends jane for picking it up so fast.)#(he's /also/ able to instantly deduce that what is hurting jane is foreign to earth. aka alien. aka something cosmic like HIM)#(i can't remember off the top of my head how they narrow it down to the aether but he was clearly already on its trail)#(and that's just /his movies/.)#(in avengers 1 he's instantly able to tell that there's a bigger foe at play behind loki's attempted siege of earth.)#(he's also the one to have extensive personal knowledge of the infinity stones in avengers 2)#(anyways all of this to say is that thor is INCREDIBLY intelligent and nobody gives him credit for that and it makes me mad.)#(just because he doesn't talk about it the way someone like tony stark or bruce banner do doesn't mean he's not right up there with them-)#(-and honestly probably /surpasses/ them bc he's so friggin old and literally alien.)#(but he lets them do their thing and only corrects them when they actually need it bc he LIKES to see them learn and be smart and cool)#(that's their thing!! good on them. he loves to see his human friends thriving. eveniftoasgarditsrudimentaryasallhell)#(anyways thor is smart and yes this includes book smarts and i WILL throw hands about this.)#( ooc . ) â stories that leap from the page .#( headcanon . ) â glory to the man who toils for his land . may it ever prosper .#(not even hc tbh it's just fact)
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Solas says I know a place and takes you to the middle of a swamp where he insults your culture, religious beliefs, and then dumps you.
#yeah im still thinking about this and its the next day#he might be telling the truth about the Vallaslin but my inquisitor did not let him remove it#Iâve played her as very proud to be dalish and believes in elven gods so it would be out of character even if solas says something else#maybe thatâs what it represented then but it is not what it is now and she chooses to move forward#about the breakup ⌠this is not the first time a man takes me on a date and dumps me đđ but hey um wtf#honestly my lavellan does love him and is hurt but she has to be so many things to so many different people#thereâs bigger things at stake and bigger problem to deal with at this time than whatever he's hiding or lying about#im pretty sure he was going to say something else not about the vallaslin#but his fear is dying alone becasue i saw it in the fade and yet !!!! he pushes everyone away he picks fights with everyone no matter whos#in the party he didnt come to the wicked grace game he never opens up beyond what he has seen in the fade. he is a fixed point#i wanna shake him by the shoulders and YELL WHATA RE YOU DOING you could have it all someone who loves you and a wonderf#a wonderful found family. he is kind and gentle but he is also so full of ANGER and he is so set on things being as he sees them.#Cole cant change because to Solas cole is always a spirit. the dalish are misguided and YOU Lavellan are just different YOURE special#the meaning of the vallaslin cant change because to him it represents slavery and it is in stone to him. things dont change with time they#are fixed. like things in the fade it what it was preserved. he is trying to hold on to a past that doesnt exist that has moved forward.#Solas says you cant change yourself by wishing. but i would say wishing for change is THE required prerequisite for change. a little though#a little idea a little wish that something was different better. but to#why cant you move forward Solas what the fuck are you holding onto so intesely#OKAY WHATEVER IM DONE WITH THIS ESSAY IM OVER IT ITS FINE ITS SO FINE
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last post ended up deleting my tags so im continuing them here
#but.#even after all the time i had aparti still went back at 16#i traveled across the country just to see her again#and it fucking sucked#she ripped that wound right back open#which . felt so weird because she WANTED me to come#she made all the plans#honestly the train trip there was nice#i got to experience a lot of cool things#but the second i got there. it was . one of the worst times of my life#just nonstop#and now ive finally been away for awhile again#but i still miss her#& i dont know why#but it also doesnt help the only gf i have ever had did the same type of thing LMAO//.... i .. i just cannot win#maybe it's just my roll#say all these nice things n then immediately flip#she would make me hang out w her friends n talk me up n then. cheat on me with them with me there#& then get upset when i cried or tried to break up w her LMAO...#like. she wasnt poly or anything she was actually against it#but the worst part is how openly & loudly she'd love me right before it. so now i never know who is telling the truth. i never feel safe#but anyway. again. i stayed#over n over again id try to break up w her but then i loved her & so when she got upset n threaten to kms id flip n stay#n she'd do it again#until eventually she broke up w me n left me so fuckd up im not gonna lie JHVAJH#she still tried to stay friends after that n i tried#but then i started sobbing mid card game & it was very embarrassing top 10 worst things i have done#but i just. all i want is to be a good person. i want to be someone good & loving but i feel like im such a jealous monster#even if i dont let myself show it n try to ignore it bc i dont want to hurt anyone or be this awful it;s still here. just. permeating.#what if i feel too much what if ill never know when someone is genuine what if im just an evil obsessive freak n everyone i love hates me
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If I had a genie and could make one wish Iâd wish that romantic relationships and anything to do with falling in love would be completely eradicated from existence. Not only is it gross and weird, but itâs also fundamentally an issue, like you canât tell me itâs anything feasible to yearn for or believe in when so many crimes hardships and negativity stems as a by product of love. I wish everyone was aroace and we sprout from the soil via mitosis but somehow we still have genetic variation bc itâs a unique sub section of mitosis where itâs a hybrid of mitosis and meiosis.
#dora daily#idk ppl might think Iâm being silly and I kinda am not that srs but in truth Iâm also so srs rn#I remember when I was a little younger I would get so distressed about the fact relationships simply EXIST in this world and Iâm just so#horribly disgusted by it and canât accept it to be true that I just felt like sobbing so much whenever I remembered it existed#like the sheer panic đ#I told dahlia this and how sometimes when Iâm doing my own personal therapy with myself where Iâm trying to ease my way into accepting that#as a reality (Iâve actually come such a long way in lowkey proud of myself) I still sometimes#in the midst of trying to normalise that concept I end up genuinely feeling so sick and having a headache then just completely throwing up#dahlia says thatâs not normal to actually throw up at the thought of that stuff#she says that while I can be aroace my very visceral reaction to it seems unhealthy and like it ought to be addressed by a professional#I think so too because at one point I genuinely couldnât live with the prospect of people genuinely having bfs and gfs and getting married#it was all too much for me to grasp and internalise đ like literally at some points itâd send me into internalised hysterics đ#anyways ⌠Iâm a little better now idk if Iâm fully better but I think I still have an issue#itâs so messy ndiskaakm#like honestly someone be truthful to me and tell me that love is not the root of so much evil#divorces abuse break ups manipulation etc are much more common in relationships than it being a healthy relationship#youâre more likely to have a healthy friendship than a romantic relationship#then thereâs the issue of stupid hookups and situationships made for cowards âŚ#anyways my point stands that that would be my ultimate wish#I wish aroace was the norm like straight is the norm
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#like idk i never realized just how bad she hurt me. i didnt even rly realize she hurt me at all#bc there are so so so many ways she sldve reacted so much worse. but like i never thought someone cld just straight up ignore it.#like i get the way i told her was dumb and confusing. ok. i can understand that. whatever#but idk. she said she wished my sister had told her years earlier so that she cldve helped her back then#but then suddenly it's different when it's me. suddenly it's 'but youve always been my little girl' and 'oh i dont know that sounds dangerou#s' and 'are you sure?' and 'how long have you felt like this'#well it's been almost 5 fucking years now and it hasnt changed. i havent changed. fuck#i trusted her. i trusted her to be there for me and to support me and to accept me and she threw it back in my face and never even blinked#i can never ever trust her again and she doesnt care. she doesnt even know bc shes so wrapped up in all the fucking lies she tells herself#fuck. she did everything wrong. fuck. i can never fully trust anyone with this part of me again bc of her#and it's awful bc it's such an important part of me. it brings me so much joy and i think on it often and i love myself for it#but it's just simmering in my chest and every time i think of letting it hit air again i freeze bc i thought it was safe once and it WASNT.#i wanted to get my name changed before high school. i wanted to start the medical process. i wanted all the thing i thought shed do for me.#my wants and my understanding of my identity has changed now but it still hurts.#it hurts so bad to see other ppl my age get all of that and to have the support of their family and to not be afraid to put a name to it all#im happy for them. but it's so awful hearing her point those ppl out w no self awareness like oh thats so good for them isnt that sweet#I AM RIGHT HERE! YOU COULD BE DOING ALL OF THAT! I NEEDED YOU TO BE THAT FOR ME!#and every time she does acknowledge it she gets it completely wrong or it's just to bemoan how little she understands#'oh everyones changing their name now its so confusing' 'im really trying i dont know what else you want from me' NO YOURE NOT! YOURE NOT!#YOUVE NEVER BEEN WILLING TO TRY. NOT FOR ME.#you never fucking loved me you loved the idea of what you thought i would be and you cant fucking let it go even when the truth is staring#you dead in the face. fuck. you complain about how i 'hate you' or 'think youre stupid' well maybw treat me with an ounce of respect and act#like you understand the things youve EXPLICITLY BEEN TOLD. even a little.#but honestly it's too late. if she were to suddenly have a change of heart now i wouldnt give a damn.#the damage is done you dont get to have this part of me and act like youre such a good and supportive mother.#i cant even say i hate her. i love her but shes hurt me more than anyone else ever has and i can never trust her to actually love me or even#fucking see me or support anything about me that actually matters to me#i dont know. i dont know. thinking about it again.#ive thought abt telling my dad. not bc it wld do any good but bc ik he values honesty and maybe hed throw me a 'damn that sucks'#my sister said this is something i have to fight on but she doesnt get it. i have no ground to stand on as far as shes concerned
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#OH MY GOOOOOD#was just presented w the argument of JKR stole the shitty wizard book idea so ACTUALLY it isnt hers.#&i just... WHO THE FUCK CARES.#supporting her shitty series that is most def hers at this point regardless of conspiracy theory&is most def at its core total shit#puts money in her pocket. it brings fame to her door. it gives her continued relevance.#honestly the only thing some NEW excuse not to have to drop all her shit bc she stole it i guess just seems... ridiculous lmao.#absolutely absurd. totally bonkers.#just admit youre a fucking whining little baby&you dont want to give up your stupid shitty series regardless of what that means.#it truly is this simple i assure you.#living your life wanting everyone to like you while being a spineless sniveling gremlin of a person in the face of truths like these#will just make a person miserable lmao.#sometimes ppl hate you. sometimes its for things you can change but choose not to. life truly is occassionally as simple as cause&effect.#... anyway i was mean to someone for telling me something stupid to make themselves feel better. &now i feel better instead bc im a bitch.#:')âĄ#peace&love on planet earth ect ect.
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Lovefest
Lando Norris x Reader
Summary: Oscar thought that adjusting to Formula 1 would be the biggest challenge of his rookie season ⌠no one warned him that being around you and Lando would somehow both traumatize and make him believe in true love at the same time
Based on this request
Oscar steps into the bustling McLaren garage, his eyes darting around as he takes in the flurry of activity. Itâs his first day in the paddock wearing papaya and heâs eager to make a good impression.
As he weaves through the mechanics and engineers, he spots Lando chatting animatedly with a woman he assumes must be Landoâs girlfriend.
Approaching the pair, Oscar puts on his friendliest smile. âHey, Lando! Great to see you, mate.â
Lando turns, his face lighting up. âOscar! Welcome to the team.â He gestures to the woman beside him. âThis is my girlfriend. Babe, this is Oscar, my new teammate.â
You extend your hand, smiling warmly. âItâs so nice to meet you. Landoâs been talking about you non-stop.â
Oscar shakes your hand, chuckling. âAll good things, I hope?â
âOh, absolutely,â you assure him. âHeâs really excited to work with you this season.â
Lando nods enthusiastically. âYeah, mate. Itâs gonna be epic. Weâre gonna crush it together.â
Oscar grins, already feeling at ease. âThatâs the plan. So, how long have you two been together?â
The moment the words leave his mouth, he notices a few nearby mechanics exchange knowing glances and stifle laughter. Lando and you, however, seem oblivious to this as your eyes lock onto each other.
âWell,â Lando begins, his voice softening, âitâs been about two years now, but honestly, it feels like Iâve known her my whole life.â
You blush, squeezing Landoâs hand. âOh, stop it, you. But really, Oscar, from the moment we met, it was like everything just clicked into place.â
Oscar nods politely, not quite understanding the sudden shift in atmosphere. âThatâs great. You two seem really happy together.â
âHappy doesnât even begin to cover it,â Lando says, his eyes never leaving yours. âSheâs my soulmate, my best friend, my everything.â
You giggle, playfully swatting Landoâs arm. âYouâre such a charmer. But heâs right, Oscar. We just ... we get each other, you know?â
Oscar opens his mouth to respond, but Lando cuts in, âRemember our first date? I was so nervous I spilled my drink all over myself.â
âOh my god, yes!â You exclaim, laughing. âBut it was adorable. And then you tried to clean it up and knocked over the candle ...â
âNearly set the whole restaurant on fire,â Lando finishes, grinning. âBut you didnât run away screaming, so I knew you were a keeper.â
Oscar shifts uncomfortably, feeling like heâs intruding on a private moment. He glances around, hoping to catch someoneâs eye for help, but the other team members seem to be purposefully avoiding their corner of the garage.
You turn back to Oscar, your eyes shining. âSorry, we got a bit carried away. Itâs just, when you find that person who completes you, itâs hard not to gush sometimes.â
Lando nods sagely. âAbsolutely. Like, did I tell you about the time she surprised me after a race in Monaco?â
Before Oscar can answer, you jump in, âOh, Lando, Iâm sure Oscar doesnât want to hear about that.â
âNo, no, itâs fine,â Oscar says weakly, trapped by politeness.
Lando grins, oblivious to Oscarâs discomfort. âSo there I was, exhausted after the race, and I walk into my hotel room to find it covered in rose petals and candles ...â
As Lando launches into the story, Oscar notices a mechanic nearby making frantic âcut it outâ gestures. Confused, he tries to catch the manâs eye, but the mechanic quickly busies himself with a nearby toolbox.
â... and then she steps out of the bathroom in this gorgeous dress,â Lando continues, his voice filled with awe. âI swear, Oscar, my heart stopped for a second. She was like an angel.â
You blush furiously. âLando, stop it. Youâre embarrassing me in front of your new teammate.â
âIâm just telling the truth,â Lando insists. âOscar, mate, when you find someone who makes your heart race every time you see them, even after years together, you know itâs real.â
Oscar nods, desperately searching for a way to change the subject. âThatâs ... thatâs really sweet, guys. So, uh, Lando, howâs the car feeling this season?â
But Lando seems to be in his own world now, gazing adoringly at you. âYou know, speaking of the car, it reminds me of how supportive sheâs been throughout my career. Remember that time you stayed up all night with me before a big race, just talking and calming my nerves?â
You smile softly. âOf course I do. Iâd do anything for you. You know that.â
âAnd thatâs why I love you so much,â Lando says, pulling you close. âYouâre always there for me, through the highs and the lows.â
Oscar watches, bewildered, as the two of you seem to forget his presence entirely. He catches movement out of the corner of his eye and sees Daniel Ricciardo approaching, a look of amused resignation on his face.
âHey, Oscar,â Daniel says quietly, coming to stand beside him. âI see youâve made the rookie mistake of getting these two started.â
Oscar turns to him, relief evident in his voice. âDaniel, thank god. Whatâs going on? Theyâve been like this for ages.â
Daniel chuckles, shaking his head. âAh, mate. Youâve stumbled into the Lando and Y/N lovefest. Thereâs a rule around here: never get them talking about how much they love each other, or youâll be stuck listening to them being lovesick for at least an hour.â
Oscarâs eyes widen in horror. âAn hour? But ... but we have the first testing session soon!â
âYeah, good luck with that,â Daniel says, patting Oscar on the shoulder. âOnce they get going, thereâs no stopping them. Itâs like a force of nature.â
As if to prove Danielâs point, Landoâs voice rises slightly as he recounts another story. â... and then, on our anniversary, she organized this incredible scavenger hunt all around London ...â
You chime in, your voice equally enthusiastic. âOh, but Lando, what about the time you learned to cook my favorite meal just to surprise me?â
Daniel leans in close to Oscar, whispering, âSee what I mean? Theyâre in their own little world now. Best to just let it run its course.â
Oscar watches, fascinated and horrified, as Lando and you continue to trade stories and loving glances, seemingly oblivious to the world around you. The garage bustles with activity, mechanics and engineers working around the loved-up couple as if this were a regular occurrence.
âSo, uh, how long does this usually last?â Oscar asks Daniel, his voice tinged with desperation.
Daniel checks his watch. âWell, youâre about fifteen minutes in now. Iâd say youâve got at least another forty-five to go, minimum.â
Oscar groans. âBut what about testing? Shouldnât someone ... I donât know, snap them out of it?â
Daniel laughs, clapping Oscar on the back. âOh, you sweet summer child. Many have tried, all have failed. Itâs best to just let nature take its course. Think of it as your initiation into the team.â
As if on cue, Landoâs voice rises again. â... and thatâs when I knew, without a doubt, that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.â
You gasp, your eyes filling with tears. âOh, Lando, do you really mean that?â
âWith all my heart,â Lando says solemnly. âYouâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me, on or off the track.â
Oscar turns to Daniel, a pleading look in his eyes. âThere has to be something we can do. Anything!â
Daniel shrugs, a mischievous glint in his eye. âWell, there is one thing that sometimes works ...â
Before Oscar can ask what he means, Daniel cups his hands around his mouth and shouts, âHey, lovebirds! Last one to the track buys dinner for the whole team!â
As if snapping out of a trance, Lando and you both turn, suddenly aware of your surroundings again.
âOh, shoot!â Lando exclaims. âTesting! Come on, we canât be late!â
As Lando rushes off to get ready, you give Oscar an apologetic smile. âIt was lovely meeting you. Sorry if we got a bit carried away there.â
Oscar watches, dumbfounded, as you hurry after Lando. He turns to Daniel, whoâs wearing a self-satisfied grin.
âAnd that, my friend,â Daniel says, âis how you break the spell. Welcome to McLaren. Iâm just happy theyâre your problem now.â
As they head towards the track, Oscar canât help but shake his head, a mixture of amusement and disbelief on his face. Itâs going to be an interesting season, thatâs for sure.
***
Several months into the season, the McLaren garage buzzes with anticipation. Itâs race weekend, and the team has invited a popular podcaster to get an inside look at their operations. Oscar, now comfortably settled into his role as Landoâs teammate, watches with mild interest as the podcaster, Mike, bounces around the garage, microphone in hand, eyes wide with excitement.
âThis is incredible!â Mike exclaims, his voice carrying over the din of mechanics at work. âThe energy here is just electric!â
Oscar chuckles to himself, remembering his own first days with the team. He catches Danielâs eye across the pit lane, and they share a knowing smirk.
Mike continues his tour, interviewing various team members, his enthusiasm never waning. Oscar keeps one ear on the conversations while focusing on his pre-race preparations. Everything seems to be going smoothly until he hears the fateful words that make his blood run cold.
âSo, Lando,â Mike says, his voice dripping with curiosity, âI couldnât help but notice your lovely girlfriend here. You two make such a cute couple. How about you tell us a bit about your relationship?â
The entire McLaren garage falls silent. Tools clatter to the ground. A collective groan rises from the team members. Someone in the back yells, âNo!â
Oscar feels his chest tighten, his eyes already beginning to water. He looks around desperately, seeking an escape route, but heâs trapped between his car and a wall of mechanics who have frozen in horror.
Landoâs face lights up, oblivious to the panic around him. âOh, mate, where do I even begin? Sheâs the most amazing person Iâve ever met.â
You blush, squeezing Landoâs hand. âOh, stop it, you charmer.â
âNo, really,â Lando insists, turning to face you fully. âFrom the moment we met, I knew there was something special about her.â
Oscar watches in mounting dread as the familiar scene begins to unfold. He catches Danielâs eye again, silently pleading for help, but Daniel just shakes his head, a look of resigned amusement on his face.
Mike, unaware of the can of worms heâs just opened, leans in eagerly. âThatâs so sweet! How did you two meet?â
âWell,â you begin, your eyes never leaving Landoâs, âit was at a charity event. I was volunteering, and Lando was there as a guest ...â
âAnd I saw her from across the room,â Lando interjects, his voice soft and reverent. âShe was helping an elderly gentleman to his seat, and the way she smiled at him ... I swear, it was like time stopped.â
But Lando and you are lost in your own world now, the podcaster forgotten as you gaze into each otherâs eyes.
âI remember thinking,â you say, your voice barely above a whisper, âwho is this adorable guy in the McLaren jacket?â
Lando grins. âAnd I was trying to work up the courage to talk to you all night. I must have walked past your station a dozen times.â
âThirteen,â you correct him with a giggle. âI was counting.â
Mike looks around, confused by the reactions of the team. He catches Oscarâs eye and mouths, âWhatâs happening?â
Oscar, his eyes already glistening with unshed tears, just shakes his head frantically. He tries to sidle away, but his movement seems to draw Landoâs attention.
âOh, Oscar!â Lando exclaims. âYou should have seen her that night. She was wearing this beautiful flowy dress that matched her eyes perfectly.â
You laugh, playfully swatting Landoâs arm. âStop it, youâre embarrassing me. But Lando looked so handsome in his suit. I couldnât take my eyes off him all night.â
Oscar feels a hand on his shoulder and turns to see Daniel standing beside him, a sympathetic look on his face. âBreathe, mate,â Daniel whispers. âItâll be over ... eventually.â
Mike, still oblivious to the situation, presses on. âSo, what was your first date like?â
The entire garage seems to groan in unison. Oscar feels a tear escape and roll down his cheek.
âOur first date,â Lando says dreamily, âwas at this little Italian restaurant. I was so nervous I could barely eat.â
You nod, your eyes sparkling with the memory. âHe was adorable. He kept knocking things over and apologizing.â
âBut you were so patient,â Lando adds. âEven when I spilled wine all over the tablecloth.â
âBecause I could see how genuine you were,â you reply. âHow kind and funny and passionate.â
Oscar, unable to take it anymore, turns to Daniel. âPlease,â he whispers desperately, âmake it stop.â
Daniel pats his back comfortingly. âI know, buddy. I know. But you know the rules. Once they start, thereâs no stopping them.â
Mike, finally sensing that something is amiss, tries to steer the conversation back to racing. âSo, uh, Lando, how do you balance your relationship with your career?â
But Lando is too far gone now. âOh, sheâs the most supportive partner I could ask for. Sheâs there for every race, every triumph, every setback.â
âBecause I believe in you,â you say softly. âIn us. In what we have together.â
Oscar feels another tear roll down his cheek. He looks around the garage, seeing the mix of resignation and amusement on his teammatesâ faces. Some have plugged their ears, others have found suddenly urgent tasks to attend to far away from the love-struck couple.
Mike, now looking slightly panicked, turns to Oscar. âUh, Oscar? Any thoughts on ... on teamwork?â
Oscar opens his mouth to respond, grateful for the lifeline, but Lando beats him to it.
âTeamwork!â Lando exclaims. âThat reminds me of the time we decided to cook dinner together for our six-month anniversary.â
You laugh, the sound light and musical. âOh god, what a disaster that was!â
âBut it was perfect,â Lando insists. âBecause we were together.â
Oscar feels his knees go weak. He leans heavily against his car, Danielâs steadying hand on his shoulder the only thing keeping him upright.
âHow ... how long?â Oscar manages to croak out.
Daniel checks his watch. âOnly twenty minutes in, mate. Weâve got a long way to go.â
Mike, now fully aware that heâs lost control of the interview, looks around helplessly. His eyes land on a senior mechanic, silently pleading for assistance.
The mechanic just shakes his head. âYou brought this on yourself, kid. Rule number one around here: never ask about their relationship.â
âI didnât know!â Mike protests weakly.
âNone of us did, the first time,â the mechanic replies sagely. âConsider this your initiation.â
Meanwhile, Lando and you continue your love-fueled reminiscence, oblivious to the chaos around you.
âRemember our first vacation together?â Lando asks, his eyes shining.
You nod enthusiastically. âThat little cottage in the countryside. It was so peaceful.â
âExcept for when we tried to go hiking and got completely lost,â Lando adds with a chuckle.
âBut it led to that beautiful hidden waterfall,â you remind him. âWhere you told me you loved me for the first time.â
Oscar lets out a quiet sob. Daniel, still by his side, pats his back sympathetically. âThere, there, mate. Let it out. Itâs healthier that way.â
Mike, looking increasingly desperate, tries one last time to salvage the situation. âSo, uh, about the upcoming race ...â
But Lando and you are in full swing now, trading stories and loving gazes, completely lost in your own world.
âAnd then there was the time we went to that cooking class together,â you say, giggling at the memory.
Lando groans good-naturedly. âOh god, I nearly burned down the kitchen!â
âBut you made the most amazing chocolate soufflĂŠ,â you remind him.
âOnly because you were there to guide me,â Lando says softly. âYou always bring out the best in me.â
Oscar, his face now streaked with tears, turns to Daniel. âHow ... how did you deal with this?â He asks, his voice hoarse.
Daniel shrugs. âYou have to learn to find the humor in it, mate. And maybe invest in some good noise-canceling headphones.â
Mike, realizing heâs fighting a losing battle, slumps against a nearby workbench. âIâve made a terrible mistake, havenât I?â
The senior mechanic nods sagely. âYep. But donât worry, kid. Weâve all been there. Give it another ... oh, forty minutes or so, and theyâll run out of steam. Maybe.â
As if to prove him wrong, Landoâs voice rises again. âOh, and remember that time we went stargazing in the desert?â
You nod enthusiastically. âHow could I forget? The way the stars reflected in your eyes ...â
âIt was nothing compared to the way you light up my world,â Lando replies, his voice thick with emotion.
Oscar, unable to take it anymore, slides down to sit on the floor, his back against his car. He draws his knees up to his chest, rocking slightly as he mutters, âMake it stop, make it stop, make it stop.â
Daniel crouches down beside him, patting his shoulder. âThere, there, rookie. Itâs all part of the McLaren experience. Youâre doing great.â
Mike, looking shell-shocked, turns to the senior mechanic. âDoes this happen often?â
The mechanic chuckles. âOften enough that weâve developed a whole system to deal with it. See those guys over there?â He points to a group of team members huddled in a corner, passing around a packet of earplugs. âTheyâre the smart ones. Always come prepared.â
As Lando and you continue your lovefest, the rest of the garage settles into a strange sort of routine. Some team members go about their work, seemingly immune to the ongoing spectacle. Others gather in small groups, sharing knowing looks and suppressed laughter.
Oscar, still on the floor, has progressed from quiet sobs to a sort of resigned hiccupping. Daniel sits beside him, offering silent support and the occasional reassuring pat.
Mike, having given up all pretense of conducting an interview, slumps further against the workbench. âI just wanted to talk about racing,â he mumbles dejectedly.
The senior mechanic laughs. âLesson learned, kid. Next time, stick to lap times and tire strategies.â
As the love-fest enters its second hour, Oscar finally looks up, his eyes red and puffy. âDoes it ever get easier?â He asks Daniel plaintively.
Daniel grins, helping Oscar to his feet. âNah, mate. But you do develop a certain appreciation for true love. And maybe a slight tendency towards nausea.â
Oscar manages a weak chuckle. âI guess there are worse things than witnessing too much love.â
âThatâs the spirit!â Daniel says, clapping him on the back. âNow, how about we sneak off for a coffee while these two finish up their romance novel?â
As they make their way towards the exit, carefully skirting around Lando and you (who are now recreating your first dance together, much to Mikeâs bewildered amusement), Oscar canât help but shake his head.
âYou know,â he says to Daniel, âwhen I joined McLaren, I thought the hardest part would be the racing.â
Daniel laughs. âOh, Oscar. The racingâs the easy part. Itâs surviving the Lando and Y/N love story thatâs the real challenge. But hey, look on the bright side.â
Oscar raises an eyebrow. âThereâs a bright side?â
âSure,â Daniel says with a grin. âAt least now you know what true love looks like. Even if it does make you want to cry and vomit at the same time.â
As they exit the garage, leaving behind the sound of Lando and you laughing and reminiscing, Oscar canât help but smile. Itâs been a strange journey, but he wouldnât trade his place on this team for anything in the world.
Well, maybe for a good pair of noise-canceling headphones.
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Headcanon that the Bats must be the most infuriating members of the justice league. And it's got nothing to do with what they do or don't know or even their general skills and egos. Everyone is very used to Batman and the expectation that him and any of his spawn are somehow going to be three steps ahead of any issue they bring to the table ever.
No no, the infuriating bit? The stalking.
Listen, this is a family of freaks and weirdos. They work so well together because none of them were normal to start with and then they ended up traumatized. It's practically common practice in that family to accept that nothing is what it seems at face value and that all of your siblings are attempting to pry into your private life and cases at any given moment. I think for them it's honestly weirder if you take what they say at face value. They speak a language holy separate from any normally socialized person and it is a language of lies and half-truths that relies on the assumption that all parties are aware of that.
They're the most infuriating bitches around.
They'll tell someone something and appear to do the opposite and when confronted will have the most convoluted but sound reasoning of why they actually did exactly as they promised too.
They regularly pick people's pockets and hack into personal information because for them? That's practically a love language. They're obnoxious and they aren't even aware of it. Someone asks them to just tell the truth and they react like they've been shot. They're probably offended when they realize that someone hasn't been at least attempting to dig into them back, like come on man. I thought we were friends but you didn't even Google how long Nightwings been around? We've already put the bar on the floor for you guys? My siblings already have a full dossier ready on you because they caught us on camera in your home city during that 2 minute conversation we had 3 months ago. They sent it to me a few hours later. I think they got Oracle to help cause usually it takes them at least 12 hours.
You think they're being nice and friendly and then you realize that they have a nice little file compiled of everything you've done in the last five years, where you went to school and every note your teachers ever made about your behavior a decade ago when you were still a high schooler and fairly normal. If asked they'd probably be willing to bring out the family tree they built for you. They know what you did last summer better than you know what you did last summer. They have pictures, pictures that should be impossible because there's no way they were stalking you then and those sure don't look like security camera footage.
In reality Bats and Superman get along so well because that man is an investigative journalist and when they first met he could not leave it alone. Bruce was charmed the first time Clark Kent started doggedly attempting to ask him if he knew anything about Gothams new cryptid. It was cute how off base he was. But he was trying!!!! Bruce was sold for life! He dropped an dossier on lexcorp off in Clarks apartment a few days later. As a gift.
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based on this post by @stnexus; the truth is so good I had to cook.
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âSigh, poor Yu.â
âMm? Iâll be fine, sweetpea.â
âPfft, not you, silly. I meant Haibara, heâs so shit-faced that heâs practically glued to the bucket.â
âAhh, thatâs true.â Nanami chuckles.
âAnd you, I thought you knew how to control your alcohol; what happened?â
Honestly, your blonde husband is too under the influence to tell you. All he knows is that what was supposed to be a pleasant and chill outing with his coworkers, Ino and Ijichi, at a Korean barbeque place somehow turned into a wild yet fun night of drinks and stories. But thatâs to be expected when Yu Haibara comes out to join the crewâyet who is Nanami to diminish the entertainment of his best friend?
Needless to say, all three of themâminus Ijichi because someoneâs gotta drive everybody homeâgot quite drunk from the ordeal, surprising you the moment you opened the door and saw the blonde and brunette stumble into the shared apartment. You shook your head with a smile, taking the men in and preparing the couch for Haibara to sleep on, along with a bucket heâll eventually hurl in. Then, you lead your husband to the armchair after taking off his blazer, placing a cup of water on the end table for him to sip.
Nanami grumbles, putting his hand on his forehead. âI donât knowâŚI know I was drinking light until Yu started buying cognac and scotch.â Fuck, my head is pounding like crazy⌠âI think I tried that Brown nâ Orange cocktail likeâhicâfour times. Heh, it was delicious.â
âCocktails and scotch?â You inquire while helping him take off his dress shoes off his manspread legs. âHow many drinks did you have all together?â
âMmm, more than five?â He chuckles lightly at the sight of you peering with concerned eyes. âMore than ten.â
âJesus, Kento, no wonder youâre all flushed.â He leans into your palms as youâre stroking his light rosen cheeks and ears. âDrink that water; Iâll try and find something for you to snack on.â You stand and head to the foyer to drop his shoes off, and he slumps onto the armchair with a sigh.
Itâs been a long while since Nanami had been in more than a tipsy state. The buzz has his head ringing, the rose of his cheeks getting hotter, and the tiny grunts of his best friend on the couch humor him; at least Iâm not that wasted. God, albeit the nightâs fun entertained him, he most certainly didnât miss the aches of his headâand he knows itâll get worse in the morning. So, to distract him, he watches you coming back into the scene and entering the kitchen.Â
It was late into the night, the hour hand touching midnight, so you were walking around the place in your usual sleep attire: an oversized shirt and some shorts. You looked too cute, waltzing around, scrummaging through the fridge and pantry. Smelled good, too; definitely finished putting on your lotion and skin care after a shower. Holy hell, you looked so beautiful; the glow of the ceiling lights made your skin too luscious to resist. He swallowed thickly at the sight of your hips swaying as you moved and his breath at a halt once you stride back.
Your fingers touch his forehead, checking his temperature. âMy my, Ken, you really outdid yourself.â Your giggle was music to his ears. âTotally unlike you to go past your drinking number.â
âHmm, I know,â he grabs for your wrist and places gentle kisses on your fingertips to lick. âMight as well take advantage of me; who knows the next time Iâll be like this.â
You notice the teeny glint of his mocha brown eyes, scoffing faintly with a grin. âSo youâre drunk and bold tonight, huh.â He brings his face in to kiss your cheek, following down to your chin. âWhat about poor Yu?â
His âpoorâ friend in question is currently snoring his drunkness away, cuddled up on the couch with the blanket you placed over him. âI wouldnât worry about him.â He whispers to your ear before a kiss. âBut you should worry about me.â
âAnd whyâs that?â
âBecause, all Iâm thinkinâ about,â his hands sneak into your shirt. âHow soft you feel in my hands and how crazy the smell of that lotion is making me.âÂ
You canât lie; with how hot he was looking, there was no way you could decline. His sandy bangs draped down to his forehead, chocolate eyes gleaming with wanton, and his warm touch squeezing the flesh of your breasts. Pulling him up and leading him to the bedroom was all you could do.
âAhhh, ahhh, yess, yeessss!!â
âHnngh!! Ughh, shiit, yâ feel so good, love!â
Once the bedroom door is closed, Nanami plans on having you glued to him the entire night. It might be the bubbly feeling still in his bloodstream; however, right now, nothing beats the feeling of having your cunt clenching on his cock.Â
You sat on his lap, both his pants and your shorts on the bedroom floorâmakes it easier for the flesh of your ass to meet his pelvis as you bounced on him. Your knees trapped atop his thighs, your lower regions free range for his length to burrow inside your warmth. Meanwhile, his hands roam either inside your shirt to play with your breast or swipe on your clit to make more cute sounds to escape your puffy lips.
You jolt, his chest and abs exposed from his shirt, now touch your back. âFuuuck, yesss!â Nanami kisses your neck as he tweaks your nipple and clit concurrently. âLike thaaat, keep goingâŚ!âYour words do things to him, bucking into your hips to release more moans suppressed within you. âOhhh, Kentooo!â
âShhhh, not so loud, angel,â he whispers to your ear, hissing at the twitch of your vagina. âDonât want Yu to wake upâŚMmmph!â
So he says, yet the grip of you is driving him insane. Maybe it was the alcoholâit had to beâbut you felt sooo fucking good. His head gets dizzier as your chasm constantly contracts around him with every graze of your upper wall, his senses more enhanced than ever as the cold bedroom air juxtaposes with the shared heat of your bodies.
âOhoooGod, ahaaa!â Shaky shrieks erupt from light pinches to your clit. âOhhhKennn, Iâm gonna cummmâŚ!â
âShit, me too, baby,â Nanami burrows his face into the pit of your shoulder as he ruts upward with no resistance. More silent screams derive from your mouth as your climax crashes on you like a wave, clamping onto Nanamiâs cock until your body stops trembling. And he keeps going until heâs at his limit as well, pumping his load into the condom.Â
As you two pant heavily and sink into the feeling, Kentoâs hand comes up from the south, and you take his fingers to meet your tongue. The sight of you tasting yourself only furthers the thirst your husband has quenched.
âŚSo he has his fill of you.
ââGhhh, Kentooo, yer tongueâŚ! Go slooow!â
But he canât, not when you taste so good.
He has his face stuffed so deep between your legs, his mouth and tongue latching onto your labia to drink every last bit of your fluids. An action thatâs futile as all that does is persuade more to seep your folds and his tongue. But thatâs even better, the taste of you refusing to leave his tastebuds.
You throw your head back to the pillow when Nanami pushes your knees further, and more slurping noises venture down as he laps relentlessly on your cunt. Youâre wailing, âAhhhh, slow doownnn! Iâm gonna b-break..!!
His tongue comes to your clit to dance around. âSorry, love; you just taste so good to stop.â He sucks on your bud to make your toes curl immediately. He chortles, âCutieâŚâ
You grab tuffs of his golden hair as he pushes his tongue inside your vagina, whining at the feeling of the wet muscle dredging into your sensitive insides. Violating you with pleasant rubs and licks within your inner channel, itâs tough to think straight for the both of you. You smelt way too fucking good to stop, and your adorable mewls let him know that heâs doing his job in pleasing you. He wanted moreâa greedy desire, of course, but it was a need.
âKennn, d-donât! I came already,â you plead, but the hands pushing and pulling his head further down tell a different story.
âOne more, sweetpea,â he coos with a kiss to your slit. âOne more time for me, okay?âÂ
However, if you find it hard now, imagine how it is the next time he plunges his cock inside you once more. Becauseâtrustâhe becomes way needier than before. Pajamas completely stripped off your nude frame, along with the dress shirt stinking of alcohol, your husband has finally let loose and has his way with you for the final moments of the night.
He has you now under his bow, watching how your figure recoils from every push of his hip work. Sweat glistens across your skin, your legs coming around his waist, and more alluring sounds flying out your lips that prompt the man to pound into you lovingly. Your beautiful folds, mixed with saliva and your essence, now are stuffed with his shaft and his come he expelled into you the moment he inserted himself the round before. Having you bare on his dick is unreal, the booze taking its effect and making the sensation way more titillating than the last. If he hasnât already, Nanami is about to lose himself.
âHahhh, ahhh, holy shit,â his eyes look to the union of the sexes; the white ring that shows on the base sends shivers.Â
âOhhhh, Jesus, fuuck,â you whimper aloud, eyes sewn shut as the pleasure improves the haze in your head. ââO good, fâeel sho goooodâŚâ
Slow ruts to your chasm dial to a faster pace. âOne more, let me go for one moreâŚHnnnmm.â He brings your hips up a bit to pull up a bit; the angle is better for his length to plow deeper into you. You scream abruptly at the jab of your cervix, and he instantly bends to your ear for comfort.
âAhhh! Hoooh, KentâOhhh!â Your arms come around his neck, bringing him intimately for guidance. âTâoo muuch, itâs too muuch!â
âI know, angel, I know,â he utters hoarsely, placing more kisses on your neck to leave hickeys for later. âAlmost there, okay?â
You can only take his words for what they are as he continues to thrust into you mercilessly; more pokes to your cervix bring even more choked gasps of air. With your walls clutching around him, Nanami will come again within secondsâinevitably so, as heâs way too deep to call quits now.Â
But before that, he wants to feel you one last time. He drops one leg to have a hand come to your clitoris to swipe on again, motivating your excessively engaged body to undergo more onslaughts of satisfying pinches. With a howl, you release yourself and submit to another orgasm, the flutter of your walls pulling Nanami into a crescendo of his own.
Heaving bodies, pant desperately for air, the blonde man trembling with the shocks that travel up his spine. He gives way and rests his sweaty frame on yours, syncing his breathing with your pattern.
âWhat has gotten into you?â You titter breathlessly. âI havenât seen this side of you since our honeymoon.â Your jest does its job, making your husband chuckle in jagged breaths.
âGuess I should have whiskey cocktails more often.â
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An Asexual's love letter to Good Omens 2
There's an infamous quote by Neil Gaiman going around, regarding the general vibe of season 2, and many people (I believe humorously) yelling that it could not be further from the truth. Particularly in the last episode, where that happens.
I disagree.
The final episode of season 2 was deeply, deeply comforting to me.Â
I am asexual. Have been my whole life. Even before I had the words to describe what that was, child-me had this feeling in their gut of being an outlier, that everyone was exaggerating, or in on some joke, that I wasnât privy to. Because I was bombarded on all sides by shows and movies and books, telling the same story of love, again, and again, and AGAIN. Itâs drilled into our brains with the same fervor as the days of the week, or the quadratic formula. Meet-cute -> misunderstanding ->declaration of feelings ->kiss. More or less steps can be added to account for runtime or complexity of narrative, but thatâs the basic structure that a relationship follows. It MUST be, because thatâs the formula every character who's ever been in a story goes through, often times when it even feels like an add-on, like itâs only there because this is a story, there HAS to be a romance. And it has to follow the steps.
For a long time, I felt love wasnât for me, because if thereâs only one way to be in love, I sure as hell wasnât feeling it.Â
Instead, the relationship I ended up in looked a lot like what Beezlebub and Gabriel go through. Meeting someone routinely until it starts to feel comfortable. Getting to know them and slowly growing more attached. Eating chips and listening to music.
We like to joke whenever someone asks us how long weâve been together, because the answer is we just sort of slowly fell into it, and we honestly donât know when the line got blurred between âfriendsâ and âpartnersâ. And, at least for me, a good deal of that confusion, that hesitancy to label, came from the fact that what I was feeling, what we were, couldnât be love. It couldnât be romantic.Â
We were just quiet and gentle.
And that wasnât love.
Because it was slow, because it wasnât physical, because there was no structure aside from consistency and companionship. Because it didnât follow the Rules.
Then I found myself in stories, and it felt like a revelation.
Beelzebub and Gabriel arenât the first time Iâve seen a love like I feel represented in a narrative, but it never stops feeling special. And I donât know if Iâll ever stop celebrating it.
Throughout the sequence in the pub, I kept expecting them to âconfirmâ Gabriel and Beelzebub. A dramatic line, a kiss, a whatever. Thatâs what Iâve been taught to expect, after all, thatâs the only way a relationship is ârealâ. Of course, this doesn't mean Crowley and Aziraphale sharing a dramatic kiss is wrong, or that I canât see why it resonated with so many people, but for me. Those moments in the pub are worth so much more.The last scene might have been literally showstopping, but those handful of moments between the duke of hell and an archangel were the beating heart of the season for me. A simple love story in four scenes. No kisses. No âI love youâs. Not even any definition of what. The love Gabriel and Beelzebub have is strong enough for them to both want to shatter their worlds and flee their lives and it's just.Â
It's just that.Â
Two people in a pub, playing the other's favorite song, giving a little gift, buying a packet of crisps.Â
That sequence means far more to me than any kiss ever could.
Love isnât only real when it's hot and sudden and ephemeral, it can also be
Quiet.
And gentle.
And still romantic.
Still real.
#I sometimes remember this sequence and just feel so light inside#good omens#good omens season 2#good omens season 2 spoilers#good omens s2#good omens s2 spoilers#asexual#ace#ace pride#actually asexual#asexual spectrum#essays#ineffable bureaucracy#lord beelzebub#archangel gabriel
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do you believe me now? | 9
in which we find out how the morning after went for fem!reader. you finally share with spencer after unanticipated anxieties come up. you're continually shocked by his affection for you.
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this series is 18+ (angst, fluff) warnings/tags: (preface none of the bad stuff is done by spencer) sexual harassment, slut shaming, non consensual voyeurism of sorts, blood + pain from losing virginity, talk of rape (nothing like that actually happens), implied nonspecific age gap (someone says he looks slightly older than you) non sexual nudity, showering together, intimacy, ewww being in love is embarrassing a/n: I honestly was not gonna post this today but I decided to bc it's just Tumblr its not that deep also you can probably tell I am just creating problems bc I don't wanna let go of them...... ik this is supposed to be a smutty series btw and trust good things come to those who wait!!!but anyways idk what I'm doing and I kinda hate this!! lolol!!!
Friday morning
The air is thick when you wake upâthe angle of the sun through the window is lower than usual, and the binding weight of your limbs as you struggle to stretch in place all suggest that youâve slept in.Â
But you donât check the time quite yetâfor a moment, you simply lie there, studying the pattern on your ceiling, downloading the events of the previous night.Â
Flashes of skin on skin, lips, breaths, whispers, promises. Phantom sensations.Â
Was it even real?
Your apartment is deafeningly silent, you realize. And you have that sinking sense, which you canât quite explain but know to be trueâthat you are alone. Spencer is gone. You canât feel him like youâd be able to if he were simply on the couch or in the kitchen. Heâs definitely not in bed with you, and the sheets have long gone cold.Â
The truth of it renders about as slowly as your sluggish consciousness does, and you frown, not quite sure what to do with that information. Should you be angry? Should you cry?
Mostly youâre confused.Â
As soon as you sit up, sore thighs and abs and a strange ache between your legs confirm that last night was not a dream nor a figment of your imagination. Youâll figure out what to do about your twinging body in a momentâfor now you rub your eyes and blindly reach for the bedside table, knocking several things to the ground in your quest for your phone.Â
Itâs not there, you realize, once you actually try to use your eyes. Itâs not in bed with you either as you pat the sheets, and it doesnât materialize as you sit on your knees and shake out the comforter.Â
From this venture, however, you learn two things. First, Spencer mustâve taken it upon himself to get you dressed last night, which you have no recollection of, but you doubt you sleepwalked your way into underwear and a big t-shirt; and secondâyou bled.Â
It wasnât something you were thinking about in the moment, but now, faced with all the evidence and none of the pleasure of last nightâs activities, itâs jarring. A stark, unforgiving archipelago of red on a pristine sea of white.Â
People say, at its best, sex brings couples closer. Spencer once told you it could facilitate feelings of deeper connection. But here you are, no longer a virgin, and what do you have to show for it? A stronger bond with your boyfriend? Heâs not even here.Â
All you have is this glaring red stain marring perfectly good sheets. It mocks you, like something youâve dropped and canât pick back up. You canât think looking at it, and you need to think, and so in a fit of frustration youâre pulling the comforter onto the floor, leaning over your mattress and yanking the fitted sheet free. You ball it up in your hands, breathing heavilyâand realize you bled through to the mattress.Â
Wonderful.Â
Spencerâs just at work, you tell yourself, grabbing the first pair of shorts you see and pulling them on before gathering the ruined sheet once more and stomping on aching legs through your apartment to the hallway, not even bothering with shoes. He canât just play hooky because his clingy girlfriend lost her virginity and needs to be comforted like some previously celibate high school cheerleader.
But you miss him so much itâs making you angry, so much your eyes are stinging and welling with tears of frustration as you shove your bed linens down the trash chute at the end of your floorâs hallway. Youâre supposed to be independent. Thatâs how youâve always been. Since when does it bother you to wake up alone? Itâs just sex. Itâs not as big a deal for him as it is for you. Or for anyone. Youâre the one overreacting, youâre the one who expects too much. He works for the FBI, for godâs sake. There are people dying, and here you areâ
âWhatâchya got there?â
The gruff voice makes you jump, and you turn around just as the bundle is disappearing down into the hole in the wall. Itâs your neighbor, Jerryâthe one in the unit right next to you. Youâre not happy to see him, especially like this. Heâs got a blue 5 oâclock shadow despite the hour, and is clad in ill-fitting gray sweats and a pair of ratty slippers. His distended belly strains at the confines of an oil-stained white shirt, tied with a dingy checkered robe. You barely meet his drooping eyes before looking longingly back at your cracked door down the hall.Â
âJust⌠garbage.â You shift your weight, hiding a wince as you try to find a comfortable position to stand in. Jerry notices this, and you wish his eyes wouldnât linger on your bare legs like that.Â
âHuh. Looks like someone had a late night.â
âSorry?â
âItâs just noon and youâre still in your PJâs.â
Disgusting. And who the fuck is he to judge? At least your pajamas are clean.Â
You shrug. âYeah.â
He scratches his bald head.Â
âSo that boy tired you out pretty good, huh?â
Your stomach drops. Your brain freezes.Â
When you donât reply, he takes the liberty of continuing on.Â
âSaw him sneaking out of your apartment in the middle of the night. He looked a little older ân you. You like âem older?â His laugh is a cruel bark. âYeah⌠Heâs a lucky man. You know, itâs natural for a man to like a younger girl. Fresh meat, ân all.â You try to speak and can only swallow a gag. Jerry adjusts his stance, hands in pockets like heâs telling you a local news story. âHeard some of it. Sounded like you were putting on quite the show. And sure, a young pretty thing like you? Hell, I would if I could. But Iâll tell you right now, you donât wanna end up like my daughter. She wasnât as pretty as you, but stillâthree kids with three men by the time she was 24. She should'a kept her damn legs closed. You know, she loved to cry rape, but you gotta ask yourself, if your legs are open all the damn time, what do you expect? Back in the day we all knew girls like thatââ he bats the air dismissively. âGuess you canât call âem sluts anymoreâthey get what theyâre asking for one way or another. See, I think everyone still knows it and theyâre just too afraid to say it. So my advice: donât let yourself get used up, you hear me? Not by men who are gonna ride you hard and put you away wet. So to speak. Men can smell a girl like that from a mile away, and theyâll take it as an open invitation. Itâs just human nature.â
When he finally stops talking, the hallway fills with a vacuous silence. It makes your ears ring. Several moments pass, but youâre frozen. Your whole body feels intolerably hot but your blood is freezing. How are you supposed to react?Â
âHello?â He says, voice loud enough to hurt your ears as it echoes.Â
Get out of here, your more rational self says to the rest of you, and you mumble something, you donât even know what, excusing yourself to hurry on stiff legs back down the hall to your door.Â
Once inside, you do up every lock on your door, and face your apartment, shoulders tensed practically to your ears and fists clenched so tight your arms are trembling. On autopilot you look around for something to do, but thereâs nothing. More importantly, nobody.
Iâll call Spencer. Heâll know what to do.Â
No, you wonât, your higher self reminds you. You lost your phone. And besides, itâs clearly not like he wanted to stick around last night. Maybe he doesnât even like you anymore.Â
So youâre stuck here. Stranded. Sharks can smell blood.Â
Processing that information, you walk back to your bedroom and close the door behind youâbefore promptly sinking to the ground and burying your face in the duvet with a deep, silent sob. Â
That goes on for a few minutes until you realize youâre too achy and you canât breathe and youâre forced onto your side, curling up in your blanket on the floor like itâs a nest and not a burial plot.Â
You shouldnât get ahead of yourself. A relationship canât implode twice in 24 hours.  You donât have your phone. Maybe heâs texted you.Â
But is that really all youâre worth? A text sent after the fact? He couldnât sacrifice a few hours to sleep by your side? Couldnât even wake you up to say goodbye? You think about the sweet things heâd said afterwardâthe way he held you, fingers dancing down your spine. Promises he made when you were half asleep in his arms, so sure heâd be there when you woke up.Â
Even fucking Jerry the neighborâwho you think might have just sexually harassed you in the hallwayâsaid Spencer shouldâve stuck around.Â
Fuck.Â
No, donât think about that. It doesnât even matter. They were just words.Â
Heard some of it. Sounded like you put on quite the show.Â
Your skin crawls and your stomach turns as you hold yourself tighter. Something that was supposed to be private and specialâand some random man not only had a front row seat to your deflowering but felt comfortable talking about it with you. It feels like a violation. Like he crashed a really important party. If you had known you had an audience last night, you never wouldâve done it.Â
The way he looked at you, tracing your legs with his eyes like he was touching youâ
You scramble up from the floor and walk heavily on your knees to the dresser, digging up a pair of pajama pants and a hoodie. You should be showering, but you donât want to deal with your body right now. You just want to hide.Â
Friday eveningâpresent
After your conversation, Spencer seems eager to make sure the car ride to his apartment is not reminiscent of the car ride to yours last nightâhe holds your hand, resting in your lap, bringing your knuckles to his lips at a red light. Every few moments he glances over at you, maybe to appreciate the view (though you doubt itâs especially scenic at the moment) or perhaps to gauge your mood. The further away you get from your apartment building the better you feel, and you try to focus on that. Sureâmaybe you had a shit day, but Spencerâs here now, and he didnât leave you after all. In fact, since finding your phone, youâve seen the series of very sweet and highly concerned messages he sent over the course of a few hours. They almost make your stomach hurt. It wouldâve been really nice to have those earlier.Â
He doesnât ask you any more of the hard questions, but you sense an inquisition in the works and getting closer with every curious glance he gives you. Itâs like heâs unwrapping you, layer by layer, using his impressive cognitive faculties to drill through your skull into your brain and deeper still into your soul.Â
Back in his apartment you sit awkwardly on the bed. Last time youâd been here, things hadnât gone so well for you.Â
The shower starts in the adjoined bathroom, and Spencer comes out a moment later, warm light seeping into the darkened bedroom. Purple and dark blue mixing with yellow, like a bruise.Â
âHey. Waterâs warm.â
You hum, smoothing the material of his neatly made bed with your palm and watching the way it flattens. That had been your doing. You may have thought he was on the verge of breaking up with you last time you slept here, but you didnât want to leave his home a mess. Didnât want to leave any evidence of your having been here.Â
A moment passes. You thumb at a thread and donât look up.Â
Spencer crosses the space without a word and crouches in front of you, hands coming up to cup the back of your legs, running knee to ankle and up again.Â
âCan you tell me whatâs going on? Please?â He asks softly. His voice wrings your heart out. Now that youâre in a completely different space, and youâre not so alone anymore, youâre struggling to sort out your feelings. It should be fine. Youâre with Spencer. Presumably he still loves you.Â
And you still feel terrible.Â
âI donât really want to talk about it,â you whisper.Â
âI know,â he says, just as quietly.Â
Spencer doesnât say anything else. I know you donât want toâand yet. Your lips twist to the side. Heâs persistent. Even in his kindness. Itâs not the kind of care that falters or buckles when you try turning it away.Â
âMy neighbor said he cââÂ
Youâre forced to stop, frowning by how overcome you are. It shouldnât be such a big deal. Worse things have happened to you.Â
âHe said he could hear us. Last night.â
Spencerâs hands stop on your legs. You canât meet his eyes. Youâre afraid whatever you find there wonât be the right thing.Â
âHeâs in the unit next to you?â
You nod. âWe share a wall.â
Thereâs a momentâs hesitation and your stomach sinks. He doesnât understand.Â
âWhat did he say?â
âJust⌠dumb shit,â you scoff, fiercely wiping away a stray tear. âHe said he listened and it sounded like I was putting on quite the show. And then heâand then he told me not to let you⌠use me up, whatever that means. He called me fresh meat, and said I shouldnât let you ride me hard and put me away wet, and bad things happen to sluts who canât keep their legs closed.â
You finish with a sharp inhale, briefly leaning down and covering your face with your hands when you realize how upset you really are. You want to hide it.Â
A fraught moment passes. Spencer reaches for your hands, no doubt to try and pull them away from your face. You spare him the trouble, sitting up with a cavalier sniff before he can touch you and brushing your hair behind your ears. Â
His voice is uncomfortably quiet. You canât look at him. âBabyâŚâ
âDonât. Itâs fine. I only told you because you asked.â
Itâs not his fault, but youâre mad at him anyway, and so you avoid eye-contact like itâs the plague. Maybe itâs just safe to be mad at him. Maybe he knows that.Â
Regardless, youâre not in the mood for coddling. Itâs borderline repulsiveâlike trying to mix oil and water. Anything good slides right off of you because maybe youâre not designed to be able to absorb good things.
Nothing changes for a minuteâand then heâs standing, offering you a moment alone as he goes to crank the shower off.Â
As soon as heâs gone all the air is vacuumed from your lungs and you crumple, heaving it back in silently as your head spins and your heart races. Itâs like your mind is split in twoâhalf is primal, overwhelming panic, and the other a cold observatory eye, full of disdain and scorn for what it deems a severe overreaction to a few nasty comments made hours ago. Youâre so tangled up as you curl in on yourself on your side that you canât even cry. Youâre just trying to remember how to breathe, ignoring the crawling feeling up your spine and the tingling heat at the back of your neck. The shower stops on the downbeat of your staggered breath, and then itâs silent. Heâll come back at any minute and see what a mess youâve become.Â
Youâve ruined everything. If only you couldâve kept it to yourself.Â
When Spencer reappears in the doorway, and sees you collapsed and curling like paper burnt at the edges, heâs quick to return to you.Â
âIâm sorry,â you manage, trying and failing to brush away hair from your cheek, which is wetâso you were cryingâand Spencer shushes you, pushing it away for you as he kneels.Â
âWhy are you apologizing?â
âIâm being dramatic, I donât know whatâs wrong with me.â
Of course, at the end of that declaration, a sob wrenches its way from the depths of you, so bright and cleaving you half expect the smell of ozone to follow. You follow it with a blisteringly self-deprecating laugh.
âDonâtâdonât do that. Donât minimize it.â
His hand is warm where it rests over your cheek, affectionate, but he sounds frustrated. You frown and sniffle.Â
âWhat am I supposed to do?â
âTell me his name.âÂ
Itâs a quiet request, made as gently as his hand cards through the hair at your temple like itâs woven with fragile threads of gold.
âNo, Spencer,â you beg, anxiety pooling in your gut and rising in your throat, âplease, I donât want to make it a thing, I donât want you to talk to him. Youâll just make it worse, itâs fine.â
You look at him imploringly, eyes wide and still welling, hoping to god the gravity of your plead will sink in. His are a bed of coalsâsomewhere between furious and sympathetic, and you try to appeal to the sympathy.Â
âIt is not fine. Saying sluts get whatâs coming to them is not fine, that is a threat, and Iâm not going to talk to him. Iâm going to have him fucking arrested.â
You scoff.Â
âFor talking to me? Yeah, good luck with that. Cops are really known for being helpful when it comes to sexual harassment.â
âBaby. Men who are comfortable violating your boundaries like that are exponentially more likely to commit an actual violent crime. That is not a safe person for you to be around.â
âHeâs not gonna rape me, Spencer! Heâs just a gross old man! This is why I didnât want to tell you, because I knew youâd make it a bigger deal than it is! You did it last night and youâre doing it nowâyou think everyone is out to get me!â
To his credit, he doesnât so much as raise his voice.Â
âOf course itâs a big deal. Youâre upset.â
âYeah, well, itâs my own fault.â
Maybe itâs the wrong thing to say. Spencer goes silent for a moment.Â
âItâs your fault?â
âYes. Itâs my fault because⌠because now everyone knows that IâmâŚâ
His voice goes impossibly soft again. âKnows that youâre what?â
âI mean, what did I expect?â You sniffle. âItâs an apartment. If I didnât want to deal with the consequences, I shouldnâtâve done it.â
He says your name like itâs a ring he twists around his finger as he tries to thinkâto gather the right words.Â
âThe consequences for having sex do not involve punishment or sexual harassment.â
âItâs the result of my actions, soââ
âNo, itâs the result of your neighbor being disgusting. I donât care what he heard, he doesnât get to talk to you like that.â
âHeââ
âIf you heard something you werenât supposed to hear would you bring it up to the person the next day?â
âStop interrupting me,â you plead. Spencer looks like he has something to say to that, too, but he swallows it. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. âI⌠understand that he shouldnât have said those things to me. But that doesnât change the fact that he did, and it was really, really uncomfortable and I donât wannaâI donât wanna go back now. Maybe thatâs dramatic, butâŚâ
You trail off, studying the ceiling as a fresh wash of tears dampen your cheeks. Spencerâs hand slides down your waist as you wipe your face. âI donât regret the fact that we slept together. I just regret everything thatâs happened since, and if I didnât do it last night, none of this wouldâve happened. I feel like he ruined everything.â
The words end on another cry and you put your hand over your eyes like you could stop it all from coming out. You sniffle. Spencer is quiet for a moment.Â
âIâm sorry,â he eventually whispers, his own voice threaded with emotion. âIâŚâ
He sighs. You push your hair back and look at him.Â
âWhat?â
He studies you, chewing on his lip like a nervous tick youâve never seen before. You sit up again, feet balanced on the edge of the bed frame. Spencerâs eyes remain stuck on you. Again, you ask, âWhat?â
âI didnât think about it until you brought it up earlier, butâI did see someone. Him, I think, when I went out to my car to get my bag. He was smoking when I came out, and when I got back into the lobby he was waiting for the elevator. We took it up together, heâhe said something to me, so I know he saw me going back to you. I donât know why he made it sound like I left.â
You frown. âWhat did he say?â
Spencer hesitates.Â
âHe asked if I had a long night. He was obviously commenting on the fact that I was basically half-dressed and getting an overnight bag from my car at one in the morning, so he could probably gather from context what was going on, but⌠my point is, he knew I came back and it seems like he was almost trying to make you think I didnât. So for whatever reason, maybe he was lying about being able to hear you, too. Maybe he just wanted to make you uncomfortable.â
âThatâs a long shot, Spencer.â
âI know, but⌠itâs not that long. He obviously gets off on itâand besides, he said you were putting on a show, but you werenât⌠you werenât loud, last night.â
Heats blossoms in your cheeks and you look down at your lap. âThin walls.â
âHave you ever heard your neighbors before?â
You have to seriously think about it.Â
âIâve heard them yellingâŚâ
âNothing else?â
Again, you consider it. The answer comes as a surprise.Â
âNo.â
âOkay, so⌠does that maybe help a little bit? I really, really donât want you to feel like last night was a mistake in any way, or let anyone ruin it for you.â
You breathe deeply. âI know. It⌠it kinda helps, yeah.â
His hands come to the top of your legs. Thereâs so much genuine care and concern in his eyes. âYeah?â
Only when you nod does he relax some. His hands skim your thighs, and you set yours on top of his own. For a few breaths, itâs quiet. And then you laugh.Â
âWhat?â Spencer asks, a tentative smile curling his own lips like he doesnât know if he should be concerned or participate in your mirth.Â
âIâI donât know how to say it without being cheesy,â you admit, sniffling the last of your tears away and smiling softly down at him.Â
âI think you should say it.â
You link your fingers with his on your lap, watching the way they twine like itâs what they were meant to do.Â
âI was just thinking about how I had, like, the worst day ever. And how much worse it wouldâve gotten if you didnât show up when you didâI wouldâve completely spiraled. But you did show up. And how easy it is to kind of compartmentalize, because I have you, and when Iâm with you⌠nothing feels as hard. You make the bad things feel smaller, I guess.â
By the end, it got a lot more real than youâd intended, and your face feels warm, and your stomach is sort of floatyâbut you donât look away from Spencer. You hold his gaze, though it makes you a little nervous, because you want him to know you mean it.Â
He inhales, like heâs going to say something, but he doesnâtâonly looks at you, like youâre beautiful and impossible and a defiance of everything he thought he knew, which was almost everything. To him, youâre expansive. A gorgeous anomaly.
And then he stands, holding his hands out for you. Without question you take them, and he pulls you to your feet, absorbing the momentum that threatens to topple you, and he wraps his arms around you tightly. So tight you have to laugh.Â
âI love you,â he says against your shoulder, one hand coming to cradle the back of your head.Â
Your humor softens, but doesnât become inflexibleâstill tinges your words with the perfect amount of euphoria and relief. âI love you.â
âThanks,â he mumbles, and your laughter flares again.Â
âYou donât have to thank me.â
âBut Iâm grateful. I⌠I feel lucky.â
Always so earnest, so vulnerable, when youâre least expecting itâwhich should be always, youâre learning. You pull back to look up at him. You donât want that concession to go unrewarded.Â
âMe too,â you say softly. Heâs doing that fond thing with his eyes, where theyâre all soft and itâs like heâs trying to take in every millimeter of your face. This time when he goes to touch your hair, you have the wherewithal to dodge it.Â
âYouâre really brave for trying to touch my hair right now.â
âWhy?â He asks, utterly bewildered, and the softness of the moment falls away easily, but not without leaving everything smudged and fuzzy around the edges. Everything is still okay. Itâs still good.Â
âBecause itâs dirty,â you laugh, dodging him again and eventually ducking from the circle of his arms entirely.Â
âOh, your hair is dirty? Should we breakup?â
âHm. I donât really like when you take on that tone with me.â Youâre still half-laughing, dipping and weaving past him toward the bathroom as he tries to get you in his arms again. And then you stop, toes just short of the tile.Â
âWhat is it?â He asks after another moment. You blink, looking at the shower head as it drips.Â
âUmâwould it be okay if I had a five minute headstart in the shower?â
âSure. Is everything okay?â
âItâs fine. I just⌠I need a minute.â
His hand skims your waist as he passes by you through the open door. âOkay. Why donât you grab your stuff and Iâll get the water going again?â
Soon enough, youâre remembering how much better his water pressure is than yours as you stand under the torrent, eyes closed as if in prayer. You definitely couldâve stood to shower earlier in the day. But you had other concerns, earlier, and besidesâyou were afraid of what you might find.Â
And you were right to be. The sex was nice. The aftermath isnât quite as pretty.Â
When Spencer taps on the bathroom door, youâre nervous.Â
âYou can come in,â you call.Â
âYou sure? If you want it all to yourself, thatâs okay too.â
âNo, no. Itâs fine.â
The door creaks open, and gently clicks into place again, and fabric rustles as he undresses, and soon the shower curtain is sliding aside and heâs stepping in. Unsurprisingly, the space feels smaller with him in itâbut not small in a bad way. It feels warmer. Again youâre awash in that safe feeling, which you didnât realize youâd been missing so much today.Â
âHi,â he smiles, a teasing sliver of what you know to be the most brilliant light in the world, and stunning like the rest of him as you watch the water begin to darken his hair.Â
âHello.â
His smile flickers briefly wider like youâre his favorite thing and he just canât contain his joy, and then itâs easing again, giving you a moment to catch your breath.Â
âIs it okay if I touch you?â
In this alien context the idea has your heart poundingâyou donât really understand the concept of casual nudity yet, but you know heâll respect your earlier wishes to keep it chaste and so you nod.Â
Spencer doesnât take you immediately in his arms like youâd expectedâinstead his hands find a rest at your collarbones and carefully push your wet hair back over your shouldersâbut his eyes arenât cast quite low enough to be indecent. They connect dots over your chest and neck, and he thumbs at one just over your pulse point.Â
âOh, man,â he laughs, and you think you detect a hint of self-deprecation. âThatâs⌠wow, I didnât realize I⌠sorry. They donât hurt, do they?â
Itâs your turn to smile as heâs suddenly over-concerned.Â
âNo, they donât hurt.â
âGood.â He looks relieved, but it doesnât last as his eyes trace lowerâthough you donât sense any hunger in it. Heâs just taking you in. âHow about everywhere else?â
âUm⌠itâs not bad. Kind of, like⌠I donât know. Sore. But itâs not bad.â
âStill?â He frowns, clearly unfazed by your evident embarrassment on the subject. You shrug and avert your eyes.Â
âItâs fine. it was worse earlier, so.â
That does not have the calming effect youâd intended.Â
âWorse? 1-10, howââ
âSpencer, itâs fine, I promise. Itâs only when Iâwhen I move certain ways, I notice. Honestly the⌠blood⌠was way more disconcerting to me.â
âYeah, I saw your bed⌠sorry for ruining your sheets. Iâll buy you new ones.â
You shrug, watching the water run in rivulets down your arm and branch off into tributaries and waterfalls from your fingers. âYou donât have to do that. It was a collaborative effort.â
Normally this conversation would have you melting into an embarrassed puddle, but something about the tile cocoon of the shower, the humid fog, the proximity, feels safe. The white noise of water on porcelain, the warmth. You go to him at the same time as he comes to youâhis arms around your waist, yours slung over his shoulders. Your eyes flutter shut. Falling asleep standing up has never seemed so plausible until now.Â
He presses a kiss to your head. You sigh.Â
âUgh. I donât want to deal with washing my hair.â
âI can do it,â Spencer immediately offers. You frown.Â
âI wasâyou donât have to. I didnât mean to make it sound like I was asking.â
âI know you didnât.â
âItâs a process.â
âI understand.â
âYou would have to do it exactly how I say.â
âI am willing to learn. I like taking care of you.â
Youâre glad for the hot water, then, and as he washes your hair. Youâre not sure if youâre crying at the tenderness of his touch, or the way he loves you like youâre easy to love. Youâre too tired to explain it.Â
He doesnât push you, because he never pushes you.Â
He just washes your hair.Â
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#^^ that one Genshin voice line if you canât tell đ#but the scream I scrumt ⌠UH#NFIEOWAKA#I fear all the emotions in my head are running around in a circle screaming#huh yk being on the internet changed me cause before I was the equivalent of a Victorian man seeing a womanâs ankles NO JOKE#Iâd have to cover the screen if someone wore a little too few clothes âŚ#but now Iâm like eh whatever đ NOT CAUSE I WAS INTO THAT OR ANYTHING BEFORE I honestly never cared#itâs just that it felt very ??? whatâs the wordâŚunnecessary etc#now itâs so meh idec I have seen so much đđđ my poor eyes and my poor stomach for almost throwing up from those images#truth be told I adore kaveh to bits however I did not need to see him in such a ⌠predicament âŚ. NUMEROUS TIMES#MY LOVE MY CUTIE WHAT THE HECK WERE THEY DOING TO YOUUUU đđđđ#I fear we ought to give kaveh to me I place copyright over him đ#dora daily#anyways I kinda strayed to the total opposite of what I was thinking of in the tags#idk what Iâm meant to write here so Iâll just click send now
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david wymack is such a fierce protector. he loves so deeply and so unconditionally it makes me wanna cry.
like he had just met neil when he said "you need one of us to talk to your parents? are they the ones who hurt you? [...] if your parents are a problem for you, we'll move you to south carolina early."
and he offered him his couch. and then he told him "foxes are foxes for a reason and they know we wouldn't sign you if you didn't qualify. that doesn't mean they know the specifics. it's not my place to ask and I'm sure as hell not going to tell them. did you think I made the team the way it is because I thought it would be a good publicity stunt? it's about second chances, neil. second, third, fourth, whatever, as long as you get at least one more than what anyone else wanted to give you."
he barely knew jean when he told him "your so called master and that bitch of a nephew of his. kevin told us the truth when he transferred so we'd know what we were getting into. I know you think you have to go back to evermore and I know what's waiting for you there. I will burn this house down before I let him touch you again."
and let's not forget about "wymack didnât care if he had nine foxes or twenty-five. heâd stand behind them until the bitter, bloody end."
and how he usually drives the bus himself because "it was apparently better to be uncomfortable but safe than to trust a stranger with his fractured team."
david wymack dedicated his life to showing kids who were dealt a shit hand in life that they can still play their cards right. I heard somewhere once that sometimes miracles are just good people with kind hearts and I thought it was a little corny but oh does it apply to someone like david wymack. he gave each of the foxes their own miracles. I know he is a fictional character but he just has the biggest heart and honestly he makes me want to have faith in humanity.
#aftg#all for the game#neil josten#jean moreau#david wymack#palmetto state foxes#psu foxes#foxes#why did you pay for the stalls coach?#maybe I knew youâd need them one day
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#sometines it really hurts#when i wake up from a dream about my ex and me#theyre always different some are our real life selfs others are versions of us that are just feelings.#like todays i woke up and just felt like shit. we were goin on adventures ot smthin#it makes me think back on the dream i had when i had to leave them. my last day together with them. i dreamt we went our separate ways#and i hated that dream so much i literally woke up sobbing but they were still asleep and i hugs and kissed them more#i missed them so much when i slept and now all those versions never fucking lesve me i hste having dreams of them. i said i was done#but 7 years of loving someone doesn't just end even now i dont know whst i feel#being back in my old room brings up memories id rather forget. i hste crying i hste how much i cried to them#i hate how i almost ended my life over them. its so hard to think that someone so important to me just left and didn't tell me why#left me to suffer. i honestly think.. if they didn't tell me not to kill or hurt myself after our first break up i wouldn't be here#and thats such a hard truth. thst i literally would have ended myself sooner if they didn't make me promise not to do anything#everytime i wake up from a dream with them i still think back to when we started talking again saying we both had a dream of being together#and so every time i do dream of them i think. and honestly it kinda scares me. that they might try to reach out. for good or bad#it scares me it gives me so mych anxiety because i do still love them. not romanticly but i loved them so much before that i hold something#something that id call love i cherished them they were all id ever talk about and when we broke up i felt like a shell.#i questioned our whole relationship. anytime i saw someone who looked like them it gave me panic attacks i had really bad ptsd#i wanna throe up#i just finished crying#it reminds me of my terrible breakdown where i couldn't stop shaking and almost fell down the stairs#you were stalking my blog then. checking my tag and were seeing it live#seeing me have an active panic attack and i always wondered if you were saying `good i hope you suffer` because i never thought the same#i got angry about how it happened but never i hope you die never i hope you suffer. i miss when we were on good terms#but its been a week and gabe hasn't come back so i hope you guys please lesve me alone#im tired of feeling something for you whether it be sadness fondness or just anger i want you to move on from me#you guys have each other and im nit romantically involved with anyone tho i love my friends so much and i would do anything for them#anyways msybe in just so tried from work and emotionally exhausted thst i started spilli g out shit#nzzt
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