#otherwise i get too mad and disappointed and stressed

[mv1simp]

my constant thought about max is him and virgin reader where r is saving herself for marriage and for her husband but max convinces her that doing anal means she’ll stay a virgin <33

Anon YOU EVEN MADE ME BLUSHH 🤭🤭🤭 do u know how hard that is. got me kickin and gigglin an shit, here u go u filthy animal keep the requests coming 🫶

Low Life ♥️

Max Verstappen x Horner! Reader

I been on the molly and ‘em xans with your daughter, if she catch me cheatin’ I won’t ever tell her sorry

Mad Max is back in full force with the poor Redbull strategy this season - and his boss, Christian Horner, doesn’t seem to be doing anything about it. Guess Max will just have to find some other way to get his revenge and relieve his stress…starting with his boss’s precious, spoiled daughter.

Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, innocent virgin!reader, who’s also a spoiled brat lol, dark! Max, blackmail, coercion, filming, VERY dubcon, anal, size kink, dom/sub, bimbofication, religious themes, EVERYTIME I WRITE A DARK MAX FIC IT KEEPS GETTING MORE NASTY GODDAMN, 5.2k WC

To say Max was pent up with rage would be an understatement. After dedicating himself tirelessly and dominating the track since his debut, the Redbull team had disappointed him this season with their pisspoor car and even poorer strategy. And to top it off, his boss was now making comments to the media about how he needed to spend less time on the sim rig the night before a race, making Max scoff. As if Horner knew more about winning a race than a 3 time world champion, Max thought angrily, yanking off his helmet as he stormed straight to his boss's office to give him a piece of his mind after another disappointing P3 finish.

Horner was having none of it, though, telling Max some bullshit about how the team needed to have a united front blah blah blah. Max has already tuned him out, cause what the fuck does he mean the team - he was the one bringing home the results every weekend, and anyone who tried to say otherwise just needed to look at the track record of Max completely dominating his teammates in equal machinery. God, he hadn’t gotten this mad in a long time, so he excuses himself rudely as he can tell he’s about to wreck something if he has to hear another one of Horner’s excuses. He wrenches open the office door just to have you stumble straight into his firm chest as you try to enter it.

You, Christian’s Horner’s daughter from his first wedding, freshly graduated from some private all girls college. He’d met you 3 months ago while you were trotting about like the spoiled little brat you undoubtedly were. No job, just using your degree as decor while you used your daddy’s fame to find yourself a rich man to spread your legs for, he had speculated, knowing just your type.

And it irritated him to no end that you looked the picture of innocence, an angelic figure in your white minidress and kitten heels and wide doe eyes, with a matching purity ring and all - even though your pretty tits and fat ass were openly ogled by many a male staff member. Max himself had to readjust his pants a few times when he’d seen you bend over.

He’d assumed you’d try to sink your gold digging claws into him soon enough, wanting some of his multimillionaire status for yourself, but you’d surprised him by skittishly avoiding him, almost looking a little scared, which he found amusing. He supposed he did dwarf your 5 foot frame though, and you had all the aura of a sweet little lamb compared to the Dutch lion. You’d surprised him again last month, when you’d introduced your dad to your pick of a first boyfriend - Tim, a docile looking, short guy who was a lowly new hire in the F4 reserve category. Too far down in the rankings to do any real benefit to your status. Conveniently, though, Tim’s father happened to own a software development app that was currently in the process of a $3 million acquisition deal. Chump change to someone like Max, but like he said, he knew your type, didn’t he?

But he’d been most surprised when he’d overheard moaning one night when he’d stayed late in the garage - and had pervily gone to investigate down the abandoned hallway and into one of the empty rooms - only to get an instant hard on at the sight of you on your knees, dress pulled down to your waist and those delicious tits out on display. So entranced by the angelic vision, Max hadn’t even noticed your loser boyfriend - till a scowl appeared on your pretty face as Tim furiously jerked his tiny dick off in front of you. He was panting and whining, sweat running down his face as he pathetically begged please, please can i touch your boobs-

You were no scared little lamb now as you snapped at him viciously. No! I told you, only looking and no touching! I promised daddy I would stay pure for my husband- Eww! Oh my god, what is that?

You’d been cut off as your boyfriend came, his small, clear load weakly spurting past his fist so that only a couple of drops landed on your caramel skin. Max had thought you’d been lying about the purity bullshit, just wanting an excuse to avoid Tim’s touch - but his eyes narrowed at your look of disgust at your boyfriend’s dick, and the genuinely puzzled expression on your face as you tried to figure out what the clear fluid that landed on you was - making the impressive semi he still rocked twitch, despite your pathetic boyfriend ruining his show. Interesting, you were still a virgin, huh?

Sure, you’d piqued his interest then, but he ignored you now as you stumble back from his hard chest, wide brown doe eyes blinking up at him. He’s still furious with Horner and starts to move past you but your aggravating father perks up, asking if you could show Max where his new drivers' room was in the refurbished wing, so that he could cool down and destress in peace after today’s race. Of course, daddy, you responded sweetly, making Max’s cock stir. He eyed you doubtfully as you lead the way. You had to know what you were doing, a grown woman using that word, right? But then again, he’d seen you call Horner by that title in a team wide press conference, making GP choke on his water next to him - so maybe not.

His anger hadn’t dissipated one bit as you approached his room, in a much more secluded area of the new wing for him to “cool down” as Horner had passively aggressively suggested. Still clearly nervous in his presence, you accidentally dropped the key you’d fished out. As you bent over to collect them, your miniskirt rose up, revealing your juicy ass peeking past your white cotton panties. Oh, he’d found the perfect way to get back at his boss, Max thought devilishly.

As you unlocked the door, he stepped in behind you, giving you no choice but to stumble inside - and then he’d casually stopped in front of the door to block your exit. You nervously twirled your keycard in your fingers, shuffling side to side.

Why don’t you sit down, he offered, we should get to know each other, yeah? You still looked like you wanted to bolt any second, but at Max’s authoritative tone you gingerly sat down on the plush couch.

He started with some generic bullshit about how he’d seen you around, you were his boss’s daughter after all, and as Horner’s best driver he should be on good terms with you too, no?

You relaxed, now looking up to meet his eyes and smiling brightly, pleased that the great Max Verstappen had come to seek your favour. You start saying that it was nice to meet him too, you’d heard lots about him, he was such an incredible driver-

You hadn’t noticed Max discreetly locking the door behind him. Stepping forward, he responded neutrally to your excited questions as he casually strips off his top layer, leaving him shirtless.

You abruptly stop talking, going pink in the face, and he asks what’s wrong, I’m just getting changed, are you a virgin or something? His mocking tone makes it clear that he still didn’t quite believe you were one. When you don’t reply, he gently lifts your face up with his large hand. And as your eyes shyly rise up to meet his, desperately avoiding looking at his broad, toned abs, there’s no faking the genuine innocence in them. I am, you stutter out. A virgin, I mean. I made a promise to daddy to wait till marriage.

You twirl your promise ring around anxiously as you say it. Max didn’t know what kind of sick brainwashing Horner had been subjecting his daughter too, but he fully intended to use it to his advantage. Really? He says slyly. Does your daddy know you let your little boyfriend jerk off on your tits?

You gasp, then glare as you demanded to know how he knew that, had he been watching, that was soo creepy and gross -

There’s the bratty angel he knew had been hiding. He cuts you off, confirming that yes, he’d been watching - but you’d been the dirty girl who seduced her innocent boyfriend in the garage for just anyone to see, hadn’t you?

You’d look outraged at his statements, but he reminded you of the power he had when he nonchalantly mentioned that he hadn’t planned on telling your father, but now that he knew about the promise you had made - well, it was his duty to let Horner know what kind of naughty things you’d been doing behind his back, right?

That had wiped the bratty glare right off your face, instead making you wide eyed and tremble with fear at the thought of your daddy finding out. You begged Max to keep your secret. Please don’t tell him, he would die, you'd do anything to stop him knowing!

Jackpot. Smirking darkly, Max pretended to consider your option before saying that he supposed he could keep it to himself if you helped him destress and relax like your father had sent you here to do, okay?

You nodded eagerly, looking up at him with those innocent doe eyes as he stepped right in front of you, watching you predatorily. His thick fingers brush along your pink lips, and his eyes darken as you instinctively take them into your mouth, sucking sweetly. Oh, you were going to be such a sweet little angel for him, he just knew it.

Within seconds he had you dropping your dress down to your waist, exposing those lush, pretty tits of yours. You blushed when he stared hungrily and ordered you to play with them, and at first you obliged and gently squeezed them, but then stopped to brattily ask just how this was supposed to help destress him, was he just being pervy again?

Great point, he said, and sat down next to you to easily lift you into his lap, taking over and roughly palming your tits. N-no touching! You had squealed, desperately trying to escape his strong arms. Rolling his eyes, he forced you back against him, explaining that it was okay, you knew that it didn’t count if it was to help him destress, right? And besides, nothing would affect your promise to your daddy except a man’s cock actually entering your precious virgin hole-

Okay! You had said frantically to put a stop to his explicit words, face flushed. Okay, if you promise it doesn’t count, I’ll still be a virgin, right?

God, it was so cute how naive you were. You hadn’t even realised that if what Max was saying was true then there was nothing illicit with what you and Tim had done - and Max had nothing to hold over you. Right, Angel, Max promised, enjoying the dazed look you gave him at the nickname as he squeezed your tits, bending down to take a pretty nipple into his mouth. It doesn’t count.

And that was how Max had his boss’s innocent little daughter wrapped around his fingers, ready to do whatever he asked of her, as long as he kept your secret. It was such a rush, having his way with you right under your father’s nose, being able to punish you for his crimes and ruining you more and more each time Horner pissed him off - and oh, did he piss Max off constantly.

So the next race, he’d had you fully strip for him, and yes, even those cute panties, Angel, when you’d whined, embarrassed from his intense gaze. You’d bit your lip and slid them off, obediently spreading your legs and gently playing with yourself like he’d asked, using unfamiliar movements. Soon enough you’d become accustomed to Max’s hungry stares at your innocent parts and began thrusting your tiny fingers inside your virgin cunny, because it had started to feel sooo good and soo tingly down there, and you’d never felt like that before.

You’d become distracted, closing your eyes from the sensation and when you opened them you shrieked, because Max was now standing right above you, greedily looking down at your petite form as he stroked his own private parts - called a cock, he’d made you repeat. He’d also warned you never to scream again in his room, or he’d gag you next time and tell your dad about Tim. You pouted, nodding obediently, but whining that you got scared Maxie, why was it so big, so angry, was it going to hurt you?

Of course not, Angel he’d reassured at the next race again, this time making you sit next to him, naked except for your kitten heels and a lacy blue thong he’d had delivered to your house - your father as clueless as ever when he handed the package over to you. It won’t hurt you, he promised, but it's very hard from stress and needs you to help drain it, okay?

He’d guided you to his large cock, smirking evilly as you struggled to grip him even with two hands. He moved one large hand over both of yours, showing you how to jerk him off the way he liked. You’d picked it up very quickly, innocently asking him why Tim's cock was so much tinier that his. Cause, Angel, I'm just a better man than he is, he had said with a chuckle. Oh, you had said, then - I hope my husband is a good man then, and has a big cock like you.

Oh, Jesus. Max was definitely going to hell after this. Feeling his peak approaching, he ordered you onto your knees, making you hold your tits up - and then proceeded to cover them with his thick, creamy release, so much of it that it dripped down onto your stomach - and much more than the time you had seen Tim’s cock explode. You’d almost screamed again but bit your tongue at the last minute, remembering Max’s threat last time. But it didn’t stop you from glaring up at him, brattily asking what this gross stuff was, eww, you didn’t want it on you-

That’s fine, Max had said cooly. That’s fine, because next time he'd make you drink it all instead. Your eyes went wide at that, tears forming and you adamantly denied Max, saying you’d never do something like that, it sounded pervy and dirty.

But your reluctance meant nothing to Max, as he smirked at you from your fathers side the next day, whispering something in his ear that had your daddy looking over at you and an icy chill running down your back. You were petrified as you got a text from your father to come see him in his office now, walking in on the verge of tears only to have him smile delightedly at you because Max mentioned you’d been very supportive of his races lately, it’s been a big reason why he’s so much more of a team player these days, so proud of you for helping the team, sweetie!

You’d accepted his praise, blushing from the attention, and later had dutifully wandered back to Max’s room to greet him after the race. He smirked at finding you there, already naked except for a pink lacey thong and heels, on your knees for him, shyly thanking him for keeping your secret and saying such nice things to your daddy. Of course, Angel, he murmured, unzipping himself. You know just how to say thank you then, hmm? And you obediently nodded, jerking him off like he’d taught you, then licking and sucking on his cock when he asked, and then taking all of his length inside your eager throat at his command, gagging the whole way as he tutted disapprovingly at you, taking over and controlling the pace with his large hands. It had really hurt your tiny mouth, and you couldn’t speak properly afterwards, but seeing Maxie swear and tell you how good you were doing, how he never wanted to let you go, made that tingly feeling come back in between your legs again. Instead of ignoring it like you normally did, this time you couldn't resist fingering yourself, thong pushed the side as you shoved your fingers inside your wet cunny.

Maxie had gone breathless seeing that, and then he tensed before you felt his warm, sticky thick cum fill your mouth. You swallowed every drop, opening your mouth afterwords for him to inspect. Good girl, he said, patting your head. My sweet angel, you drained my stress so well. Oh, so that’s what it was, you say innocently. I’m glad I made you feel better, Maxie.

After that, there were no races for a whole month as the paddock went into summer break. You had thought you’d be glad for the relief from Maxie and his mean demands, but you found yourself texting him often, missing his loving kisses and touches after you helped relieve his stress, missing the tingly feeling you got when he looked predatorily at you spread open for him.

You’d been shocked when you opened your eyes as a shadow had blocked out the sun while you were sunbathing at your family’s St Tropez holiday home, only to find Max grinning down at you, saying your dad had invited him to come for the week. Had you been doing your homework? You nodded diligently, looking at the banana you’d been practising swallowing whole without gagging to copy the dirty video Max had texted you of a petite woman eagerly sucking a very big cock - he must be a good man, you’d thought, just like your Maxie.

Secretly, you were so glad he was here, shooting him looks over the dinner table as he sung praises about what a good friend you’d been to him, helping him get back to P1, making your daddy proudly pat your head. And after dinner when everyone had gone to bed, he joined you in the hot tub to unwind. You’d excitedly begun to tell him about what you had been upto on the break when you felt his thick fingers creeping up the inside of your thighs. You’d frozen instantly, because Maxie had never touched you there himself, but before you could say anything your father stepped out onto the veranda, asking you something about your plans for the next day.

Answer him, Max mouthed, smirking as you had no choice but to let him keep gliding up your legs and undoing your tiny bikini. And when your daddy had gone back inside, oblivious that the flush on your face wasn’t from the heat of the pool, you’d tried to shove Max’s hand away, brattily saying you didn’t want his hand near your private parts, that was just for your husband-

Doesn’t count, Angel, Max had cooed, easily overpowering you and sliding a finger in, much thicker and longer than yours and making you squeal as he started pumping it in and out of you. And he hadn’t stopped despite your half hearted protests, because you’d started to feel really good, really tingly, and Maxie, I feel funny, I think I’m going to pee-

After you had your first orgasm, he carried your tired figure back into the house, setting you down and licking your cum off his fingers. And then, through your half asleep state, you felt his tongue swirling around your nipples, leaving hickeys and then trailing down, and down before his warm breath gently blew over your puffy cunny. And then you felt his wide tongue licking your folds, making you gasp awake and squeal cause why was he kissing you down there, that’s so pervy-

But he’d easily bullied you back into quiet muffled moans again, your skimpy bikini bottoms shoved inside your mouth as he warned you that your father was going to wake up right next door and come investigate if you didn’t shut up. So you reluctantly let him continue his filthy kissing, spitting and licking on your most innocent parts until you felt you had to pee again. He grinned wickedly as you squirted a second time, completely ruining the sheets, before redressing your passed out figure in a comfy hoodie. You felt the ghost of a sweet kiss on your forehead before he walked away.

You avoided him the next few days, glaring when he would approach you, angry he’d kissed you somewhere only your husband should. He’d promised you were still a virgin, sure, but still! It was just too much, wasn’t it?

But you’d been unable to resist his advances any longer when he’d cornered you in the family study one day when everyone else had gone out to the markets. He’d sweetly apologised, presenting you with a new Dior bag he’d had speed delivered that morning, and you happily snatched it up, gasping with delight as you look inside to find a Cartier bracelet. You’ll forgive me, right, Angel? Max had said, slowly wrapping his arms around you from behind and rubbing his practically blue balls against your plush ass as you distractedly admire your new gifts. I just wanted to make you feel good, hmm?

You nodded breathlessly, agreeing that you supposed it had felt really good, you liked that tingly feeling in between your legs. Yeah? Max had grinned, kissing you and slipping his tongue inside and saying that he knew a way to make you feel even better, Angel, and you’d still be a virgin after it, he pinky promises, okay?

With the new Dior bag and diamond bracelet you’d become a lot more agreeable, and didn’t protest as he laid you back on your father’s study table, lifting your miniskirt over your hips and grinning wickedly when he found no panties - just your glistening pussy. Y-you always just rip them anyways, Maxie you pouted.

Oh, you secretly wanted this, didn’t you? Acting all bratty just cause you wanted to make him work for it, he was certain. Your sweet body was such a good plaything for him that he didn’t really mind, deciding not to punish you for avoiding him.

You curiously watch as he unzips himself, taking his thick cock out, then you squeal adamantly in protest when he brings it close to your innocent hole. Shh, Angel, it’s just on the outside, he’d promised, I won’t put it in, it’ll feel so good, trust me.

And it had felt sooo good, making you bite your lip and toss your head back as he dragged his warm length along your folds, slapping your clit a few times with his cockhead, making you spread your soft legs invitingly as you felt the addictive tingly feeling come back again.

He’d been unable to resist the temptation, sliding just the tip into your virgin cunny- but you’d immediately screamed in protest, twisting away and he had generously released you from his hold, tongue in cheek as you sashayed away with a backwards glare, Dior bag in hand. He’d had to leave the next day, and you didn’t see him the rest of the break.

After the break, you had seemed different to Max. You carried the brattiness openly in your eyes, confident now in your ability to seduce him as he has brought such expensive apology gifts just for a little taste of your virginity.

You had infuriatingly said no when he tried to rub himself against your cunny at the next race, and at the one after that, so here he was, stuck fingering you and sliding his tongue in and out of your folds for the 3rd time this week while his cock ached to be buried inside you - when the wicked idea came to him.

He’d made sure to have all the preparations ready for the next race, knowing you would be a brat and try to weasel your way out of it. Like he’d predicted, you make your way to his plush sofa, spreading your legs to show off your naked pussy and demanding he come kiss it how you liked.

Oh, his Angel had become quite the spoilt little bitch, hasn’t she? He’d have to make sure you learned your lesson about who was in charge around here. You smirk as he drags his tongue up and down your puffy folds, thinking you had the millionaire driver all wrapped around your fingers. His thick third and ring fingers join his tongue, making you moan and close your eyes as he pumps them into your pussy. And then, his thumb drops down, lower, to circle your other winking hole before sliding inside.

You’d jumped in shock, naively asking why he was touching your dirty hole, that’s so embarrassing, you don’t want him to touch that place!

Max cooes that he couldn’t care less, besides, he can clean it out for you, yeah? If he just slides his cock in, just a little bit, he can make sure it’s all clean for you.

Your eyes go impossibly wide at the thought of his big cock anywhere near your ass. You furiously close your legs, brattily telling him that you’d had enough, wasn’t he just being a pervert now, and you’d already broken up with Tim ages ago and since Max seemed to be very relaxed now given his P1s has resumed you didn’t think you needed to help him out anymore!

Time to pull out the big guns. Sitting back on the sofa now, Max palms his growing erection as he calls out to you, making you pause from where your hand rested on the doorknob.

You know, Angel, I’ve had a lot of creepy fans sneak onto the garage lately. Some even got into my room. I guess they just really wanted to see me shirtless, huh?

You turn around to look at him, confused, until your eyes slowly widen in horror as he points to the camera tucked in the corner. There’s no trace of sympathy on his handsome face as he starts lazily jerking himself off, telling you that it had been your fathers idea to set it up, for his safety, and he’d even kindly offered to go through all the footage later - he took any threats against his prized driver very seriously.

You panicked, already teary eyed at the thought of your father seeing you spreading your legs sluttily and demanding Max pleasure you. You immediately dropped to your knees, begging Max to keep the tape himself-

Now why would I do that, Angel? Max cooes, getting harder at the sight of you kneeling in front of him and crying for his help. After all, you’re the one who’s forcing him to kiss her pussy on that video, hmm?

He knows he has you right where he wants you as you beg him, offering up your precious pussy to slide against again if he wanted, just don’t go inside, okay?

That’s not the hole he wants, Angel, he told you darkly. No - he wanted your other hole, the dirty embarrassing one, and he wants to sink his entire cock inside it.

He watches you stutter and gasp, before you take a deep breath and naively ask My husband won’t be able to tell, right Maxie? I’ll still be a virgin?

Max smirks. Of course, Angel. You know he’d never break your precious promise. And with that, you’re ready to become his obedient pet again, blankly turning around and sticking your ass up in the air like he asks, spreading your cheeks for him to look at.

And oh, Max takes his sweet time looking, enjoying the twisted satisfaction of having completely broken you down like this. He generously douses you in lube, making you squeal at the chill, before he’s furiously pumping his thumb inside your impossibly tight back hole. You tremble as he lines his cock up, ordered you to relax or it’ll hurt, Angel. Slowly sinking inside, he moans as he finally finds his way into your heat, feeling like he’s reached heaven. Tears stream down your face as you wail once he begins meanly thrusting, wickedly taking your anal virginity all for himself and giving you his fingers to suckle on and keep quiet.

He doesn’t stop until he’s finished inside you, panting heavily and pushing his matted hair out of his eyes, pressing kisses down your spine to let you know you did so well for him.

He pulls out with a wet squelch, enjoying the sight of his cum dripping out of your poor, abused little hole. Sitting back comfortably on the sofa, legs spread, he gives you a cocky smirk as you turn around, still seated on the ground in front of him.

Now clean it up, he demands meanly. He can’t have your hole make his cock dirty now, can he? And you obediently responded, crawling forward with glazed eyes, licking him clean from balls to tip like he’s trained you to do.

After that night, Max had held you completely in the palm of his hand. You’d be the perfect angel for him, doing whatever he wanted wherever he wanted - except for entering your innocent pussy, of course. He’d let you keep it yours for now, finding the fantasy hot. He’d buy you a diamond ring one of these days, he mused, so that you’d beg him to finally claim your virginity.

But for now, he had a couple other tricks to try out. And if you’d try to refuse, he’ll pull up the video he has on his phone of your eyes rolling back as Max ate you out on your father’s work desk from summer break.

He’d taken you back to his hotel room to teach you those tricks, making you wail and scream his name without restriction, headboard banging against the wall. It was hilarious when Horner had come upto him at breakfast the next morning, patting his back and saying it sounded like he’d been celebrating his win very well last night, congratulations, he deserves it and sounded like the girl couldn’t get enough!

Max had to hold back his laughter, as your clueless father had no idea he was carrying an extra croissant up for the very same girl who couldn’t get enough - his precious little daughter, who still lay sleeping in his hotel bed, exhausted from his dirty activities all night.

You’d ended up missing your flight back, making some weak excuse to your daddy and had followed Max into his private jet, obediently spreading yourself open for him as he pulled you behind the privacy screen. The flight attendants had blushed as they heard your eager moans and the lewd sounds of Max greedily fucking your ass again.

And when you landed, greeting your waiting family, Max had to discreetly wipe the line of cum that trickled down your skirt. You didn’t have to worry, though, he’d already thoughtfully ordered another delivery of sexy underwear straight to your home 🖤

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A/N: I actually gave myself post nut clarity writing this (post writing smut clarity?? Post smut conscience??) time to go outside and reconnect with nature. As always,,,lmk what u think 🤔

[aphrogeneias]

i always think about fights assistant!reader and rockstar!eddie would get in. Like they are hiding their relationship and it is insanely stressful on both of them. I imagine one fight would be about Eddie having to do a photo shoot with a model and you aren't even actually mad at him, you're just jealous this random girl is touching him the way you touch him in private. So you get all quiet and moody the rest of the day until you blow up at Eddie about it

the way i see assistant!reader is that you're a very mature person, maybe you had to mature earlier because of the career path you chose, or through other circumstances, but you're a tough cookie. but you're also shy and softspoken, although you work with people all the time, that's just the way you are.

and when you see eddie surrounded by all these other women — the models, the groupies, other artists — you can't help but feel inadequate, it's natural. they're everything you're "not". the sex symbols and the bombshells, the girls who wrap themselves around him and try to get him in their beds, or backstage, or anywhere with a flat enough surface.

you know it's not his fault, and it's not the girls' fault either, as far as they know he's single. but that hurts because comparison hurts, it is the thief of joy after all. you see the model your boss hired all over him, in a leather bikini, matching his own leather outfit, and the way her red manicured hands grab his arms and shoulders, it's like they're clawing at your own heart.

you feel silly, like a teenage girl again. pining over the guy she can't have, but you have him. just not in the way that matters most.

when eddie finds you later, sitting in another room, obsessing over your notebook. scrapping notes over their schedule, anxiously bouncing your leg. he comes up behind you to hug you around the shoulders, but you flinch. he flinches too, unaccostumed with that kind of reaction.

"what happened, baby?"

"i don't wanna talk to you right now, eddie."

he takes a step back, still facing the back of her neck. his stomach drops. he wants to reach out, but her posture remains guarded. instead, he faces her.

"what do you mean you don't want to talk? did i do something?"

you don't answer, still not meeting his pleading eyes. "did i do something, y/n?"

he never calls you by your name. tears flood your eyes, but you don't let them spill. vulnerability is something you had to unlearn, and eddie still couldn't get through that wall if you didn't want him to.

"no, eddie. i did." you swallow through your tears. they still don't fall. "i made a stupid decision and now i need to face the consequences," a bitter chuckle rises up your throat, "figures."

it takes eddie a while, but he catches up. "am i your stupid decision?"

slow steps. the sound of your notebook left opened on the table, a pen hits the surface. your feet meet the ground, and you stand. still, you don't know what to say.

"i'm having to repeat myself a lot here, sweetheart," there's disappointment in his tone. "why am i a fucking stupid decision? because of a photoshoot? because of my fans? or because you weren't brave enough to be seen with me?"

eddie barks, but he never bites. the way his eyes are set on you, a hard line on his brows, says otherwise. but you can't let him explode, can't let the other hears. you're the one who makes the difficult decision again. for once, you wish he did.

"i said i don't wanna talk to you right now."

you cry once you're out of the building, behind the tinted windows of the car you requested to drive you back to the hotel. eddie cries in that same room, already regretting everything he said.

[marthawrites]

Hello friends! My name is Martha and I'm a wife, mom, and nerd about a whole lot of things. I'm officially in my 30s, a libra sun, aries moon, and leo rising.

• Aemond Targaryen simp

• Cryptid and monster lover

• Wannabe writer

Archived here will be an assortment of writing resources I find useful, fandom stuff, fandom writing, (maybe one day) horror writings, and things I generally enjoy. So, a hodgepodge! I try to tag most things - look in my search bar! Followers better be 18+ due to adult content on this blog because I am gross and shameless.

Requests OPEN for Rhaenyra Targaryen, Harwin Strong, and Rhaenyra x Harwin x fem reader

Check out my tag #other peoples writing for all the fics I've read and LOVED ♥ Huge shout out to all the wonderful, talented, and unhinged writers on this platform! MWAH!

Masterlist beneath the line! 

Any and all errors and mistakes are my own. I do not use a beta reader. All of these fics, unless otherwise stated, are non-descript female readers. All of these fics are based on my own interpretations of characters and events from the show, House of the Dragon, and the book, Fire and Blood. Any likeness or similarities to other author's fics is unintentional. I am open to private constructive criticism as I believe there is always room for improvement. Each fic is marked with the month and year that it was completed.

Aemond Targaryen:

One shots:

12/ 22 Knees:  (aemond x wife 18+) during a dinner you witness a Lannister relentlessly flirting with a young lady who’s clearly uncomfortable. Taking matters into your own hands, you begin flirting with him to steal his attention away. Aemond, your husband, only plays along for so long before he dismisses both of you and takes things into his own hands.

12/22 Greed: (aemond x wife 18+) Aemond just really likes eating his wife, even when there’s a servant knocking on their door to wake them up to get ready for a mid-morning event.

12/22 A Surprise in the Library: (aemond x wife 18+) Aemond’s wife surprises him with something that the morning’s kitchen staff was talking about. So much for peaceful studying in the library!

1/23 Darkened Corridors: (aemond x fem reader 18+) After avoiding Aemond for what he deems too long, he finds you to remind you what you’ve been missing out on.

1/23 A Lady’s Thrill: (aemond x wife 18+) A stressed Aemond returns late and his lady wife helps him de-stress.

5/23 Teaching A Dragon New Tricks: (aemond x fem reader 18+) You and Prince Aemond have been giving each other eyes for some time now, and he finally makes the first move. After that, you feel comfortable showing him a few things. His drive for knowledge extends beyond books.

6/23 A Dragonkeeper's Secret: (aemond x fem reader 18+) After being disappointed by a fellow dragonkeeper, an event in the dragonpit makes you think: perhaps not all men are disappointing.

6/23 Leather and Silver: (aemond x wife reader 18+) There's something about your prince husband's belt that successfully drives you mad with lust.

7/23 Only A Scratch: (aemond x fem reader 18+) Aemond requests you, a healer who has tended to his wounds before, to accompany him on a trip to Duskendale.

10/23 Summer's End, Autumn's Beginning: (modern aemond x fem reader 18+) A chance encounter with Aemond leads to a whirlwind of emotions. Over the next few months you both fail, in yourselves and in the relationship, and learn from the mistakes.

10/23 To Break The Tension: (modern aemond x fem reader 18+) You and Aemond have a no strings attached relationship. He has a surprise for you and you are more than excited to go see what it is.

12/23 Morning Lovebites Lead To Sweet Dreams: (aemond x wife reader 18+) You and Aemond share a morning bath and the lingering sensations last with you all day. When he returns to your marriage chambers later than usual, you're sad you might sleep through his return. Once in for the night, however, he makes up for it.

1/24 Shadows, Beastsong, and Dragonblood: (aemond x niece reader 18+) Growing up you and your uncle Aemond always shared a special kinship. As you grew older, tension between your family and his rose. Moving to Dragonstone led to long years of not seeing each other. When you and your mother visited her father, King Viserys, yours and Aemond's relationship changed. It changed further, years later, upon your final visit to the capitol.

1/24 Red Lions and Hidden Dragons: (unnamed male x Lannister!fem reader & aemond x Lannister!fem reader 18+) Close kin to Jason and Tyland Lannister, you arrive to King's Landing with a party of fellow lions to celebrate the birth of Prince Maelor Targaryen. You weren't expecting to catch Prince Aemond's eye, but once you do, neither of you can forget it.

3/24 "Vok" (Perfect): (aemond targaryen x sister reader 18+) You and Aemond pledged to each other long ago. Tonight, beneath the blanket of darkness, you revel in each other's adoration.

6/24 Bloodlust: (aemond targaryen x wife reader 18+) Aemond, unable to leave you behind in King's Landing on his way to Rook's Rest, returns to you after a successful scouting mission.

Mini Series:

3/23 (pt 1) Pretty Girl: (modern aemond x fem reader 18+) There's been some weird stuff happening in the woods and your boss buys top of the line security cameras. You definitely weren't expecting to hit it off so well with the tech guy who is much more than a tech guy.

4/23 (pt 2) A Game of Chase: (modern aemond x fem reader 18+) You and your best friend go out to a local event. While there, Aemond, surprisingly, makes an appearance. With quick wit you pretend like it's your first time meeting. Equally quick and curious, he plays along. A game of chase ends up with some unexpected aftershocks.

3/23 (pt 1) Midnight Passage: (aemond x fem reader 18+) Despite the Prince Regent seeing to his royal duties, Aemond's lover is insatiable and seeks to find him late into the night.

4/23 (pt 2) Beneath the Prince Regent: (aemond x fem reader 18+) After your little disturbance in the Prince Regent's study, Aemond finally comes to bed.

7/23 (pt 1) After The Closing Shift: (modern aemond targaryen x fem reader 18+) You and Aemond have been best friends for years. The time is finally right for him to admit his true feelings. In the process of doing so, your cheating ex appears back in the picture. Unexpected events follow.

8/23 (pt 2) After The Study Session: (modern aemond targaryen x fem reader 18+) Through the chaos of college and work, yours and Aemond's friendship continues to shift in a new direction. Jason can't seem to accept he's lost you. You and Aemond take matters into your hands to make sure he knows it.

10/23 (pt 1) Summer's End, Autumn's Beginning: (modern aemond x fem reader 18+) A chance encounter with Aemond leads to a whirlwind of emotions. Over the next few months you both fail, in yourselves and in the relationship, and learn from the mistakes.

5/24 (pt 2) Between the Covers: (modern aemond x fem reader 18+) During a cozy night in at your place, Aemond discovers your new taste for “literature”. Upon confronting you about it he makes a deal. Part of you wants to say no… but, you ultimately agree to his terms.

Series: On Hiatus

1/23 The Arbor and the Dragon: Chapter one, Betrothed :  A realm upon the brink of war. Alicent reaches out to your father, Lord Redwyne, to marry Aemond Targaryen to you. If the union officiates, the green Targaryens will receive the aid of Lord Redwyne’s fleet. You sail to King’s Landing to meet the young prince, to weigh if this is a marriage you truly want.

2/23 The Arbor and the Dragon: Chapter two, Discovery :  After the official betrothal, you learn more about Aemond with each passing day. You're unsure to be scared or excited with these discoveries, but he always leaves you wanting more.

2/23 The Arbor and the Dragon: Chapter three, Experience : (18+) As promised, Aemond takes you for another ride on Vhagar. This time he shows you a hidden place that he’s always loved. New experiences unfold.

6/23 The Arbor and the Dragon: Chapter four, Moonlight: Tension around the Red Keep grows. Rumors begin spreading about yours and Aemond's time spent together. Jane, your best friend and lady-in-waiting, reminds you of your favorite summer festival back home. You write Aemond a letter in secret and request his company at the beach. Emotions are high and promises are made.

Daemon Targaryen and Rhaenyra Targaryen:

Mini Series:

12/22 (pt 1) A Gift for the Queen:  (daemon x rhaenyra x fem reader 18+) It’s Rhaenyra’s birthday eve and Daemon surprises her with an unexpected gift.

5/23 (pt 2) The Gift That Keeps Giving: (daemon x rhaenyra x fem reader 18+) You've happily stayed with Daemon and Rhaenyra since her birthday. They have a little game up their sleeve to play with you.

5/24 (pt 3) The Post-Flying Gift: (daemon x rhaenyra x fem reader) A rare fully sunny day beckons Daemon and Rhaenyra to fly their dragons above Dragonstone for hours. You are more than happy to watch them in flight. When they return, their dragonblood runs hot.

Daemon Targaryen:

One Shots:

6/23 Punishment: (daemon x poc wife reader 18+) Just because you're in the honeymoon phase with the Rogue Prince doesn't mean you can escape a proper punishment for disrespect.

8/23 A Day in the Life: (modern daemon x fem reader 18+) It's barely dawn and you want to have a little fun with Daemon before work. Your job unexpectedly calls and plans change. Flirty and risque texts on the clock leads to him picking you up in both your favorite car.

9/23 Sand and Sky: (daemon x poc fem reader 18+) Upon arriving to King's Landing with your cousin, Criston Cole, you meet Daemon Targaryen. Little time passes before desire of the flesh overtake both of you.

9/23 The Night's Conquest: (daemon x fem reader 18+) It's Daemon's last night in King's Landing and he seeks one final comfort at the Blue Pearl.

6/24 Devour: (daemon x wife reader 18+) The early days of your moon's blood are always the worst. During your suffering, your husband, the Rogue Prince, takes it upon himself to help ease you.

Rhaenyra Targaryen:

One shots:

9/23 Honeyed Promises: (rhaenyra x fem reader 18+) While visiting your great uncle, Lyman Beesbury, at King's Landing, you weren't expecting secondhand stress to affect your lord husband so. Princess Rhaenyra takes notice and is happy to steal moments away with you.

2/24 A Not So Hidden Secret: (modern rhaenyra x fem reader 18+) Rhaenyra discovers something in the bedroom that you, admittedly, forgot about, but didn't want her to know about!

3/24 Beneath the Blooming Branches: (rhaenyra x fem reader) Spring has officially sprung. You and Rhaenyra enjoy a quiet afternoon strolling and picnicking in the gardens.

3/24 A Tale of Two Moons: (rhaenyra x fem reader) At the end of a long day Rhaenyra shares a tale with you, and then offers to share more.

Harwin Strong:

One shots:

12/23 Harrenhal Butterflies: (modern harwin x fem reader 18+) Sparks flew between you and Harwin before slinking off together during a work dinner, and they continue to fly afterwards. Unprompted, you both slink off together once again during an elective work trip to Harrenhal. Tension ends up breaking in a most unexpected place.

2/24 Matinee Delight: (modern harwin x fem reader 18+) While on a cinema date, the movie ends up being something you don't like. You try to talk your boyfriend, Harwin, into bailing early for something more fun.

Harwin Strong and Rhaenyra Targaryen

8/24 A Shared Bed: (harwin x betrothed fem reader x rhaenyra 18+) Harwin gets into an arranged marriage to stop the rumors about him and Rhaenyra. He really likes his betrothed but he loves Rhaenyra. He tells his betrothed, "I can't choose between you and her." She says, "I don't want you to choose. I want in, the bed is large enough."

Helaena Targaryen

One shots:

6/24 Visions in the Garden: (helaena and kids) After breakfast, Helaena takes her twins for a walk through the royal garden.

[4-linz]

That Would be Enough.

Pairing: wooyoung x reader

Genre: angst, fluff

warnings : heartbroken wooyo, erm a lot of angst, some cursing, and i think that's it let me know if i missed anything!

Summary: when wooyoung got too overwhelmed with the new comeback you were there to help him back up :)

A/n: this is basically me making ‘that would be enough’ from hamilton into a fanfic with wooyo so ye :> i was listening to this while making it and ye

Wc. 1.215k

Wooyoung was stressing himself out and it hurt me to see that.he was so overwhelmed with this new comeback and he forgot how to care for himself. Suddenly he fell, I rushed to his side making sure he didn't hurt his ankle. When he looked up at me he had tears in his eyes. “ Oh woo” I cooed at him. His saddened eyes hurt me. I wish I could tell him that he would do great this comeback but I know he would never listen to me. He never did. No matter how many times the members told him to listen to me he never did. As he sits there teary eyed he eventually clings onto me and stars sobbing, whispering about how he's not good enough and how he's sorry he disappointed me and the members. Where he got this idea? No clue. Iv alway told him how proud I am of him.

“Woo what are you talking about?” I was slightly worried that he thought that. “ I never said I was disappointed in you? And nor are the members, we all love you." I said, moving so we were on the same level. “ How would you know?-” he said, looking up at me slightly yelling. His eyebrows furrowed, obviously upset I said that. I knew for a fact they were proud of him so why did he think otherwise? “ -And how can I believe you?” he yelled at this point. He didn't believe I loved him…? “ wooyoung-” I said, my own tears swelling in my eyes as well. “ dont.” he said, suddenly getting up. “ Wooyoung please listen to me.” I begged before he could leave the practice room. ”That's what they always fucking say “im proud of you'. So why should I listen now?” he said, his voice cracking slightly towards the end. “ because I love you.” I yelled “ look at where you are, look at where you started, ” my voice lowering. “ how do I know that's true?” his voice cold “ Iv stuck with you through every fucking thing wooyoung.” I was mad that he even asked that question. “ I don't pretend to know the challenges you're facing, the world you keep erasing and creating in your mind.” i said getting up from the ground, shighing “I know who im dating” reaching out for his arm to embrace him “as long as you come home at the end of the day-” my tears harder to hold back “ that would be enough”

“ I don't care about the money or your fame.” he pulled back “ they all say tha-” i cut him off “ if you could see yourself in my eyes i would trade my whole life for that.” I cut him off again “ let me grant you peace of mind” I said as I started crying. He looked at me, realizing I'm crying. “ oh my god baby your-” “ if you could let me inside your heart.” I said, pushing away his hand “ let me be a part of the narrative” Giving up on him, I let him wipe away my tears.”and i could be enough” i said, my voice shaking with anger that he put us in this situation all because he couldn't listen, and worry. I loved him, so why didn't he believe me? Why didn't he listen to me? Does he love me…? “ Listen to me once” he hugged me “listen to the members once” he looked at me realizing how much he ignored the wise words the members and I had told him. “ that would be enough” my voice getting choked up, trying to talk while crying wasn't easy. “ Please, take care of yourself ” My voice barely above a whisper. “ that would be enough”

“ I will ” he said, making me look at him. “ and im so sorry- “ he stroked my hair “ -for everything, the way i act, the way i talk to you, and how i've never listened to you” “ im so-” “ shush you big dumb ass” i cut him off “ yes ma'am” he said lightly chuckling “ promise?” I helped my pinky up at him. His laugh filled the room. “ pinky promise.” he said, interlocking our pinkies.” good, now let's get you home and get you to bed.” I said, pushing him in the direction of his bags while wiping the rest of my tears away. What we didn't notice was the other members watching this whole scene go on. Moved by how i got wooyoung- this stubborn brat who never listened- to listen and all it took was crying and some words about how you loved him. Why haven't they figured this out later? Well they have but it doesn't work well with them. I guess he has a soft spot for me.

At home he dragged me to bed and forced me down. I giggled at his actions, finding him clingy cute. “Wooyo go take a shower first” I said as my nose crinkled at the thought of going to bed on sweaty sheets. “ but you said-” I cut him off laughing slightly “ and now i'm saying go take a shower "I tried to push him off the bed “ think of the sheets wooyo!“ I said struggling to push him off “ oh shit yea "I gasped as he soon got easier to push and he fell off the bed “ these things were expensive, I ain't ruining them” he seemed fine, ignoring the fact he just fell off the bed. “ yea thats what i thought” i said huffing “ on second thought-” he said turning around and heading to the bed, a shit eating grin on his face as he watched my eyes widen. I screamed at him that I didn't mean it and to please go shower. All he did was laugh with his hyena laugh and go back towards the bathroom.

When he came out he saw me asleep on the bed with my phone almost falling out of my hand. ‘Cute’ he thought he carefully got under the sheets trying to not wake me. He put our phones on their chargers and put me in a more comfy position. He cuddled up to me and soon after he fell asleep, content and happy that he's with his girlfriend. The love of his life.

The morning came faster than expected and when wooyoung finally woke up he smiled as he saw me cuddled up into him. ‘Maybe’ he thought ‘ as long as I listen to her’ he smiled ‘ and don't do dumb shit…’ he giggled “ you'll be mine forever “ he said out loud knowing that i wouldn't hear him. But I did. “ i will wooyo” he gasped and attacked me with tickles

‘ maybe this will be better then the others’ he thought, and as he heard my laugh he smiled ‘ yea, it will’

[nerves-nebula]

Your Usagi doesn't like his father, right? Didnt he leave home or something? Would Leo be mad if he ever heard about that? Why would it be so easy for Usagi to leave when it took ages for Leo to even consider leaving his father?

Yea so none of my characters can escape the parental issues ray!!! I have to make a concerted conscious effort to give someone good parents. SO, here’s the situationnnnn. First of all my guys names Yuichi, and he shares a last name (Usagi) with his dad so like. Whatever. (I’m aware that miyamoto is a last name but I’m gonna pretend it’s a first name gif convenience sale cuz otherwise stuff gets confusing)

Yuichi was raised by his dad, Miyamoto, to keep working in the film industry. yuichi got really into doing stunts using the COOL SKILLS his dad taught him. Miyamoto wanted him to act too and basically be a Mini version of himself. Really stressful! Also his parents are divorced. But that’s not important.

Yes, Yuichi left home, but he did so wayyy later than Leo ever did. Like he was in his twenties when he started untangling his life from his dad, but leo and his bros ran away in their teens

No leo wouldn’t be mad, but he’d be a bit disappointed that the guy who played one of his favorite characters is a shit dad

As previously stated it took Yuichi way longer than Leo to leave his dad, because his had basically controlled all his finances and his career. And because while Leo had 3 brothers to help him, Yuichi was an only child, who really only knew people that his dad let him meet. It wasn’t easy but yuichi has a real CAN DO ATTITUDE and EXTREME NAIVETY so he kind of managed to get away just because he wouldn’t stop trying.

[mangostarjam]

if you don’t mind answering, i’d be curious to hear your answers for 10, 15, 25, 36, 65, and 76 (for summertime madness) from the ask game! otherwise feel free to pick the ones you most want to answer from those 👉👈

oh thank you nonnie i don't mind at all!! thanks for being curious and coming to ask hehe

get to know your fic writer!

10. Citr+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up

wow i had to check a few wips for this one but here's the closest i got:

You blink at him. "You read my papers?"

sorry it's not that interesting LOL i guess i don't mention blinking much? this is from defense force special tactics!

15. How do you write smut scenes? Do you get very visual or detailed? How important is it to be realistic?

asdjfgjdksl well. i mostly just try to make sure everyone's limbs are doing things humans can do and gravity works properly. i think i write unrealistic smut tbh bc everyone cums and refractory periods are nonexistent — because reality can be disappointing enough lol no need for that in my fiction too! someday i'd like to explore other aspects of sex though. maybe once i get more confident about writing it. i really appreciate the authors that write "realistic" sex — i'm just not there yet myself

25. What fic do you wish you got more of a response on?

i'll be honest, i have no idea what responses my fics are getting in the first place. it all feels really intangible bc sure there are "likes" but i can't tell what's resonating with people bc there aren't many comments. it's hard to compare fics in that sense. when i do get comments/tags, it's more like i cherish those people and i'm incredibly happy the fic touched them somehow, but i can't compare which fics have touched more people, y'know? because i can't compare resonances

sorry i feel like that makes zero sense lmao but tldr i can't think of a fic that i wish more people read because mostly i'm just grateful people are reading my writing in the first place at all

36. How do you write kissing scenes?

it's more about the underlying feelings than about describing the act itself

65. Tell us about what you're most looking forward to writing - in your current project, or a future project

sharpen your heart feels like it's going to be more serious / heavy — and it's been a long while since i've tried to write something like that — so i'm excited to see how it goes!

76. Did you have any ideas that didn't make the final cut of "summertime madness"?

oh boy DO I — i can actually share the director's cut i typed out to cheesypuffkins a while back (under a cut bc it's kinda long)

- narumi spots you dithering over where to sit in a crowded olympic village cafeteria and ALMOST makes it over to you when you are suddenly dwarfed by atsumu and hinata who noticed your jacket (japan flag on it) and that you looked lost

- hinata is just being friendly. atsumu wants to know what sport you do and when you get back to the table he gives 500 yen to suna

- you sit between bokuto and atsumu and you get one bite into your food before narumi is abruptly There

- narumi tries to get you to go sit somewhere else with him and atsumu drawls that you just got comfy here, why doesn't he just join y'all

- narumi: "i need to... discuss super secret swimming stuff with her"

you: "wtf"

bokuto: "OOOOH like what!! 🤩"

narumi: "..... is your hair natural"

- ushijima off hand mentions something about stress and white hair

- you drag narumi away as he starts to comment on atsumu's dye job

- upon trying to leave the cafeteria you walk by the football team who overhear you ignoring narumi's pleas about self defense and white/silver hair

- reo pokes fun at nagi about the white hair and "stress" thing

- isagi tries to make nagi "feel better" about the white hair thing and narumi overhears and uses this as more justification to you

- the football team finds out you're both swimmers and nagi keeps looking at you while you try to get narumi to let the hair thing go

- narumi: "is that guy asleep?"

reo: "hm? nagi? oh, no, but sometimes he spaces out!"

- you get roped into a side convo with isagi and bachira about their matches and nagi keeps looking at you and narumi and back to you until finally narumi is like "hey let's go we're gonna be late for our team meeting"

you: "what team meeting"

narumi: "the meeting you have with your captain"

bachira: "who's your captain?"

you: "i'm sure my captain wouldn't mind if i'm a little late"

narumi: "no he would mind very much let's go"

in a cut scene i had reader and narumi doing a late night practice (where i waxed poetic about swimming and that feeling of the world rushing away as the water envelopes you and how it feels to be underwater looking up at the stars (but in this case they're the ceiling lights and if the water is moving enough you can kinda squint and pretend they're stars) and the way that leaving the pool brings you abruptly back into your body as the weight of gravity settles on you again and there was a metaphor/tie in to the heaviness of being at the olympics representing your country and what if you're not good enough? what if you don't medal? and narumi points out that you were good enough to get here and he doesn't care if you medal as long as you show results in your own personal records) (and besides, you're the best at being you, so don't worry about the outside noise)

the scene with oikawa that i cut was still a scene where you run into him in the wild and you're surprised by this argentina rep speaking perfect japanese lol

"why does this guy talk like a teenage girl" and he's asking to take a selfie with you bc he's happy he found another japanese athlete (and a cute one at that!) to show off to his friends back home that even if he left the country he still has game

narumi finds you just as you bemusedly agree and oikawa pouts about losing his selfie chance but narumi grabbed your wrist and yanked you away

narumi: "photos are forbidden for the swim team"

you: ".... what are you talking about"

oikawa: "oh! i didn't realize! so photos with other athletes are forbidden but solo shots in locker rooms are okay?"

you: "....... captain?"

narumi: "i don't know what you're talking about"

oikawa: "let me see! i think i can pull it up right here! i didn't see your face in the pics but i recognized the t-shirt~"

narumi: "hey you shouldn't be stalking people's profiles like that!"

oikawa: "stalking? ahaha, well, it's hard to avoid when half my timeline is taken up with these solo shots"

narumi: "oh yeah?! well, what about you, pretty boy, i bet you take thirst traps all the time!"

you: ".................."

oikawa: "my, my, how flattering!"

narumi: "i didn't — you aren't — we're leaving"

oikawa: "so soon? but i was just going to show our dear cutie-chan some of your best shots!"

narumi: "i can show her myself!"

[narumi and reader exit stage left]

[twothpaste]

Essential world building question; who in your intermission au smokes weed or would try it given the chance (besides Kuma of course)

Aw hell yeah, essential indeed! Answers below the cut:

Kumatora's whole family smokes, often as a communal activity when they get together. She grew up familiar with the stuff, it's no wonder where she gets it. She enjoys a fat doobie or perhaps a pot brownie pretty regularly.

Lucas likes weed. It especially helps ease his anxiety and stress. He will smoke with Kuma, Duster, and/or DCMC on occasion, but prefers baking his own edibles. I think his tolerance is actually kinda low - if he gets too high he Will start getting scared. Thankfully he's quite mindful of his limits.

Claus has tried weed multiple times, desperately hoping to enjoy it with his loved ones & reap some of the benefits his brother talks about, but truth be told? He can hardly stand it! He gets restless and uneasy, it messes with his dissociative symptoms. Being under the influence of any substance makes him feel like he isn't in control, which scares him :( Sometimes he'll try Lucas' edibles if they're dosed real low. Otherwise, he's given up and learned to avoid it.

Duster smokes and eats so much weed. He even dabbles in hemp products galore, for pain and stress management. If Wess had any idea, the old man would be popping blood vessels about it. I think Duster smoked his first blunt at like age 36 with OJ n' the boys, and never looked back.

Hinawa used to smoke mad pot, but stopped when she n' Flint decided to start a family. She got Flint in on it with her for a little bit, when they were just a couple young hooligans gallivanting about in Tennessee. He did enjoy it with her, but not alone or with anyone else - so he hasn't touched the stuff since she passed away. I think his family was a lot more straightedge than hers (wrt weed at least...). Needless to say, Grandpa Alec was and is an absolute pothead.

Jeff has tried weed at least once. Didn't really see the appeal. Straight-faced, unimpressed, "Eh, it's nothing special." If a friend offered it, he probably wouldn't be opposed. But he's not really itching to try it again.

Poo has considered it - might be a pleasant relief from his nonstop responsibilities - but he is genuinely terrified if he tries weed even once he'll become hopelessly hooked on it. He doesn't want to know what he's missing, lest he dampen his life's ambitions and disappoint his family and so on and so forth. (He will probably try it in his 30's or 40's and go "Ah. This rather nice." And it'll be utterly unremarkable.)

Ness and Paula are straight-laced rosy-cheeked good little suburban kids turned upstanding college students, god forbid they ever even dare to look at a marijuana leaf.

Porky boasts that he has done weed (and various other drugs he heard about on podcasts). In reality, he has never touched any illicit substances, and would be scared to do so.

Picky smoked pot once with some other kids behind the football field at his high school. He coughed a lot, and didn't like it very much. Lardna smelled it on him and yelled at him. His stepdad, Mr. Prettyman, sat down beside him later and lectured him gently on the dangers of drugs, in an "anti-drug campaign for elementary schoolers" kinda way, rather than a sensible adult to a teenager kinda way. Picky decided then and there he'd never do it again. Not worth the hassle. Jeez.

[teddybeartoji]

you made me wanna rewatch (can't play) both of tlou games,,

i really loved the vibes of both games mainly, since you can only follow as the story unfolds - i have to admit that while your favorite is the second, mine was the first. i am weak to selfish people, i love selfishness, not necessarily as a default but more as a proof of pure individuality and i am obsessed with the ideas associated with individualism

so when joel made that choice against everything? against the entire world? against himself?? hell, even against ellie herself???? went a bit insane with that

i read the whole thing u just wrote, have to admit it has been a long while since i watched, so there's stuff i didn't get at first because i needed time to remember the names... anyways if i do go through and watch it i'll have to read your commentary again

side note but i love people that really like something and can talk about it in extended detail, i find it fascinating and there's always a new element i can learn

i also have to admit i didn't like abby because well.. an antagonist to the previous protagonists... and since i am the type to side with the protagonist no matter what.. (i actually some bojack analysis videos this afternoon and ig that's the only media for now that challenged that)

well anyways i do remember still siding with her, admiring how strong she was - and when she got close with lev?? say less good lord (i get attached to characters who are trans/have trans implications in media VERY quickly, esp when i watched tlou2 at a time where i was heavily struggling w gender (still am but repressing so it's not as bad))

overall the writing is truly impeccable, i love me some good characterization

i remember watching videos criticizing tlou2, especially its pacing - i think i agreed back then even though to me it wasn't a problem at all while i was watching. as a last info, i'll just say i havent gotten around to watch the series adaptation... i am very scared it'll disappoint and i just loved the games too much it doesn't feel necessary (even though i am the type to want to go through ALL of a media's content usually otherwise it stresses me out)

saw you were having some trouble sleeping, know that you are not alone 🥲 i feel like i'm going insane

~ ☀️

HIII SUNNYYY HIIIIII:333 I OFTEN WATCH GAMES TOO BTWW!!!!! i actually tend to always watch a playthrough as i play a game lmao,, like i'll watch it as far as i've played bc i love to see how somebody else solves the puzzles and the encounters and stuff!!!!!!!!!!

i do still really love the first one too don't get my wrong!!! i think it's fucking revolutionary like it's an incredible fucking game!!!!!!! the choice that joel makes... insane really. i absolutely love it. it does kill me just a little just knowing how much the choice he makes will bear down on ellie........

AHHH I KNOWW I KINDA JUST SPITBALLED i thought abt giving more context to some of the thoughts but i figured then it really would get a little bit too confusing with all the information lmao BUTTT I'M SO HAPPY YOU STILL DECIDED TO READ IT!!!!!! I MEANS SO MUCH ACTUALLY WAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! ILYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i definitely understand why people would be upset with abby, i think that's very very normal and i mean.. i was very upset too lmao but i've just seen so many ppl blatantly hating on her and for what she's done and i think that's the stupidest thing ever honestly. like even if you're mad and sad about joel... you should still be able to look at the whole thing from her perspective right??

like imagine if we never saw ellie's and joel's side; ofc the vaccine is one thing - joel took away even the mere POSSIBILITY of a vaccine and no matter how much ppl wanna bash on the idea of developing one, i think that hope really is something that dies last okay. i don't think the fireflies are wrong about believing in that. idk how much i personally would've been willing to do for the cause but yeah i really don't blame them. so when a mf comes in with the immune kid, only to then kill the ONE person who'd be able to make the vaccine and like a million other fireflies alongside with him..... yeah i mean that just makes him sound like a psycho doesn't it lmao

i think it is enough of a reason to go after him AND AGAIN I DO LOVE JOEL I'M BASHING HIM (lol) BUT I'M JUST TRYING TO LOOK AT THE WHOLE THING FROM BOTH SIDES YK? so i really do hate when ppl don't even TRY to see it from her angle...

TLOU2 IS SOOOOOO WELL-WRITTEENNNN!!!!!!!! like so fucking well!!!!!! it hurts so much and it just keeps punching you in the face but that doesn't make it bad yk? i feel like it's all very very realistic. it's fucked up, but that's just how the world is.

AND LEVV!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOOOOVEEE HIMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! genuinely love the fact that they have a lesbian and a trans character as the main characters (and abby with her physique bc that's just not smth you see all the time either)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and i absolutely fucking adored how they handled his storyline. with how abby handled it when the other seraphites called him by his deadname and all that. and when yara told the entire story and then the whole thing with the mom... ahh that really broke my heart he really is my son i love him sm:((((((

i would definitely disagree with the pacing thing actually!!!!! to me it really fit the way the story was progressing yk?? like obviously the start is slow bc ellie and dina are only getting into the city and they have nothing to worry abt other than the few infected as they're looting and tooting around. and then right after they do meet them it all starts getting faster and that too just felt very fitting. bc it was all chaotic!!!!!!!!!!!!! i felt like that kept me on my toes even more!!!!

mmm the show.... it had some cool moments. i did really like how they did the bloater scene buuuut overall it was a bit meh actually. i think for me it was too just bc i'm such a big fan of the games. like my hopes might've been too high. and i just hated that they changed so much; like the fact that they don't have spores in that??? that's such a cool detail so idk why they decided to leave it out. i do think that the actors were good though!!!!

but uh i won't be watching the second season. 1. they casted a bunch of zionists as the main ppl so yeah fuck that shit 2. they casted a little like 5'3 skinny actress as abby😐😐like be so fucking serious rn. i think her being jacked as shit is a very important part,, i think it's good to have that kind of a rep but ohh no they just casted the little twig. it's a hard no from me.

OMFG THIS TURNED INTO ANOTHER WORDVOMIT AGAIN HGSAFAGHSHAGSA DAMN ANYWAYY I HOPE I ANSWERED EVERYTHING I FEEL LIKE I'M ON A ROLL SO IT'S A BIT HARD TO ACTUALLY FOCUS LMAO BUT WAAHHH IT'S SO GOOD TO HAVE PPL TO TALK ABT TLOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MWAH MWAH MWAHH ILYY!!!!!!!

[hide-in-imagination]

Okay I want to know your thoughts on simbar as parents. Like what do you imagine Simon would be as a dad and Ambar as a mom??

Simón is the kind of dad that would 100% unironically get into a nerf brawl with his kids inside the house. Then Ámbar would get home from work and be like "Why are there two vases and one photo frame broken?😠"

That's not to say that she's not fun though, she can be, promise, but one of them has to be the responsible adult sometimes or everything would be a mess.

Simón can also be strict, don't let his playfulness fool you. He's just a different kind of strict. While Ámbar is the one to yell and ground them, Simón is the kind to sit them down to have a serious talk with them about their misbehavior, digging the knife deep with the awfully devastating "I'm not mad, I'm disappointed." Which, honestly? It's kinda worse than any yelling.

Both love to spoil their kids rotten. Ámbar tries to control herself but she just grew up with so much and it just feels right to give her kids the same and more. What she really makes sure to give them lots of is affection; hugs, kisses, cuddles, words of affirmation; everything she wished she could've had as a kid. Old habits die hard tho, and she sometimes finds herself acting a little like Sharon and then feels like a monster when she realizes it. Simón is always there for her when that happens to assure her that she's a great mom, that she would never be like Sharon. They're both bound to make mistakes, they're not perfect, but they're learning, and they're in this together.

Ámbar is more overprotective and the one that cries when they give their first step or on their first day of kindergarten. Simón is convinced he's the cool dad (he's a popstar after all) but in truth he's an absolute goof. He's also away a lot when they're on tour and he feels very guilty for that, especially if he misses some milestone in his kids' lives due to being out of the country. He works his best to be as present as he can when he's between albums tho.

Also, Simón makes up a looot of songs for their kids-- A song for bedtime, a song for lunchtime, a song for bathtime, any little thing that comes to his mind really. They're very catchy and Ámbar sings them to the kids too because she loves them and she loves how creative her husband is.

Ámbar helps them with homework and Simón teaches them how to play guitar. All their kids have great singing voices, and while most people tend to assume is because of Simón, Simón always states that they got it from their mom; he defends this at every interview.

There are some stressful times sometimes. Taking care of kids it's a lot of time consuming and draining and both have jobs to think about out in addition to it all. Ámbar gets overwhelmed sometimes by everything she has to do and she snaps at everyone to be quiet; music is not always fun, nor is noise. That's why Simón's got his own sound-proof room in the house where he can work on music, otherwise Ámbar would lose her shit. Simón loves his kids, he really does, but when he's trying to work on a song or having a virtual interview or he just hasn't slept much lately, and they won't stop playing the piano at random and moving around the expensive guitars, and god almighty, dropping them, he needs to take a walk to calm down. Both parents learned quickly to leave Simón's study locked during the night after waking up many times to one or more of their kids playing around with the instruments because 'they want to be a rockstar like daddy!'

Simón feels bad sometimes tbh. It's great that their kids are not afraid to dream big, but when it gets harder to make them focus on school because "why do we need to go to school if we want to be stars" he almost wishes he had a regular job like Ámbar. He also wishes that when paparazzi try to get close to their kids, especially when he's out on tour and he feels like he's leaving Ámbar to fend for herself. Ámbar, though, has never needed his help to put people in their place. She's a force to be reckon with, one of the reasons he fell in love with her, and she maintains order both outside and inside the house. How she manages, Simón doesn't know, but he absolutely admires her for it. Every time someone dares imply that maybe Simón would be happier with someone also working on the industry, someone who would understand his lifestyle better, he immediately shots it down; Ámbar is exactly what he needs, in fact, it's more than he deserves, and he couldn't be more grateful that she's the mother of his kids. He doesn't think he could do any of this without her. She tells him that he could, but she's always had more faith in him than himself.

If Ámbar wasn't the mom, Simón isn't sure he would've been a dad at all. If it wasn't for Simón, Ámbar was certain she wouldn't have been a mom at all. But they're both oh so happy that they are. Even when it gets tough, their family is what they love the most in the world, and they wouldn't change their lives for anything.

[conkreetmonkey]

(heavy academic vent post, don't read if you're not in the mood. I don't want to bring anyone's vibe down. Minors pls don't read!)

So last night I found out that I missed an important assignment that's probably going to cost me a credit. I previously missed one, which was no biggie because it was only worth 15%, but this one was worth 20%. It doesn't seem like a big deal until it's taken into consideration that the final exam, taking place tomorrow, is worth a whopping 40% of the final grade, so even if I absolutely ace the exam, which I probably won't because I'm only human, the highest possible mark I can get is 65%, which I probably won't because the 15% assignment was marked by the unseen hardass TA who the teacher has had to keep reigned in because they don't even look at the assignment rubric and just go absolutely feral, docking marks for things the teacher explicitly told us to do and needing to be corrected on it.

(btw, the outstanding 10% is the stupid online discussion posts that I have not done for any class because I would honestly rather tear out all my toenails with a pair of pliers than subject myself to that. 2020 gave me a stress response to that shit. It feels like the academic equivalent of being forced to do a dance by a Walmart manager)

Since I bombed almost every class last year, my parents have told me I need to pass every class this year or they will withdraw financial support, something I totally agree is fair because I wasted so, so much tuition and residence money on pretty much zilch. The thing is, until last night, I thought I was passing. My father has withdrawn the money from my college fund and will soon be paying for my next semester (I paid for the first). Due to this, I am going to have to tell them I may fail a course and they should hold on to the money. They're probably going to be very, very mad. It's going to ruin an entire evening and it will cement me as the disappointing formerly gifted child for the foreseeable future.

The thing is, I can't tell them tonight like I've been steeling myself for because they've decided we're putting up the stupid Christmas tree. They're tidying the house for the obligatory happy family photo ops, as if we all haven't had a bad year for reasons too private to describe. So now I have to get tidied up and pretend to be a cheerful little clam for the phone camera, knowing I have to get up at 8:00 tomorrow to get fucking slaughtered by multiple exams, drag myself home, and tell my parents that I've failed them yet again. Putting up the tree at all just feels cynically bittersweet at this point. The youngest child has grown out of Santa, but we all have to keep up the act out of pure obligation to a tradition originating in happier times. While tidying, my mom threw out a houseplant I got her for mother's day, and it stung more than I'd like to admit. She claimed it was "pretty much" dead, but we all know it wasn't. She threw it out with a perfectly good pot attached. Basically, she's in one of those Mom Moods, where she leeches vibe arsenic into the air, making the rest of the day feel like walking on napalm-filled eggshells.

I feel trapped, and I'm tortured by the knowledge that I brought this on myself by forgetting about an assignment. I hate school so goddamn much, but I need to keep forcing myself through because a) I'll never survive in this economy otherwise, and b) if I don't use the rare oppourtunity of being able to attend university as a guy in a first-world country, I'll feel like an ungrateful POS for the rest of my life. I still feel like I should be forcing myself to become a doctor even though I don't want to and it's not expected of me, just because it's the "correct" thing to do. Instead, I'm shooting for a worthless bachelors of English that I don't even want just because if I'm not in uni I'll be obligated to work a shitty factory job until my bones crack to make up for it. No matter which way I go, I'm either miserable or a disappointment, and surviving outside of this house is impossible no matter what I do because this country's economy is collapsing in on itself. Even with my low-value degree, I'd be barely scraping by. I don't want any university degree. I hate university while studying something I like. Getting a valuable degree like business administration or bookkeeping would be like chewing glass. It's probably not even feasible if I couldn't manage this.

No matter which way I go, I'm trapped. I'm miserable in school, but making a living without a valuable degree in this country is impossible. No matter what I do, I'll be living in my parents' basement for at least the next 3-5 years because the rent in this town is absurd, so living somewhere else would mean full-time min wage employment with at least 2 roommates, and I'd be counting individual dollars at the Walmart checkout with no real prospect of saving.

I want to sprint away from my life screaming and start over, but that would be a death sentence. My only option is school and I hate it and I know I can do it but I have so much executive dysfunction that it feels like climbing Mt. Everest, as does doing much of anything aside from sleeping. My antidepressants aren't cutting it anymore. There's no way I couldn't be depressed in these circumstances, where I'm surrounded by options and they're all shit sandwiches. I doubt therapy or upping my prozac dosage would even help. The problem is the crushing pressure and lack of non-miserable prospects. No matter what I do, the next 5 or even 10 years of my life are set to be a miserable slog. There's no escape.

I wish I could run, but where could I go? It's just as bad everywhere. You cannot land a non-body-ruining job that allows you to afford rent without a degree anymore, simple as. Because of AI, I couldn't even make money writing/drawing porn anymore, which has been my backup plan since forever. The only way out of this basement is through school, and due to the fuckup that broke the camel's back, I'm probably going to have to put myself through it, all while my parents think less and less of their previously "gifted" child (aka, I was neurodivergent but went undiagnosed and thus had a lonely childhood. People knew and never told me). I want to explode. I wish I could get hit by a car and break all my bones so it wouldn't all be my fault anymore, and I could sue and finally stop worrying about money. I am so close to just pulling an internet scam so I can have enough money to get out of this life. I need out and there's no way out. I need money and there's no way to make money. I'm tired and stressed all the time and I want to scream and I can't even complain about it because I'm technically priveliged. I should be happy that I get to go to school because this is the best there is. I hate living in this world. I want to escape but I can't. I'm a rat in a cage.

[videobobbo]

I’m still bummed things didn’t work out

but I’m glad I took action. It was a year ago, roughly now, that the seed of an idea was in my head - just start a new raid team, it’ll work. It did! It has! It has been good, even.

But I’m still perpetually annoyed that things didn’t work, and I still carry stress and tension from that blowout with me. I hate that I do. I shouldn’t. If anything, the last day made it crystal clear that I was right, that I had made the right call, and in spite of the caterwauling and whining otherwise, I was right and the group we left behind sucked ass. They’ve lost a ton of people tier to tier, curtailed their ambitions, and the people I knew would be problems were and have been problems. Maybe they don’t think that, but I can see the writing on the walls - you cannot keep hemorrhaging people and think that’s reasonable. 

I’m perpetually bummed because the people I most liked, most wanted outside of the ones I made offers to were also the ones who got all saucy with me on that last day, which reinforced the vibe that I shouldn’t make them offers, but it was disappointing. Like, outside of whatever weird defense you have for the bad and awful assholes that were the core of the problem, you two were cool - or at least I thought so.

But I’m getting too old to be mad at videogames anymore, too old to feel this weird sense of irritation from logging on and playing a game, too old to stay in a social structure that I personally helped build for the sake of comfort, and too old to want to maintain ownership over a thing I helped build just for the sake of it. It has given me a petty joy to watch you all whittle down your prospects, going from “we’re going to do Mythic prog for sure” to “eh, maybe” to “not that far ahead even in Heroic” because it justifies my line of thought more and more. Some of you are very good at WoW, very good at playing the game individually, but so many of those types do not function in a team, do not lift up the others around them, and end up being burdens for it. It cracks me up that Dan said no to doing normal and he just got to do that, that Charlie complains constantly about all of you on stream and you just allow it, that Tim sucks ass as a leader who only knows to chew others out even when he sucks at his chosen role, that Mike isn’t well-liked, and that after Sam made the biggest fuss to push me out, he hasn’t even played in over two months. 

I remember when we took your dumbasses on in BfA, through that stupid-ass merger - and how it was clear that the underlying tension is that you pissed off people enough as a core group to push out everyone, to the point of not surviving the expansion. You wouldn’t just *say* that of course, but it was pretty clear that a bad expansion and dealing with your core was a fate bad enough for people to bail. I think it was clear that the group cohesion our core group offered brought people in and kept them around when so many of them had bailed under similar straits in BfA, and it does chap my hide ever so slightly that a decision I helped to make helped your toxic assholes thrive and keep playing when they should have been flat on their asses due to their own behavior.

But I take solace in the fact that the long-tail resolution of all of this is a stronger environment for the folks I like that came with me, and that you all are slowly winding around to diminishing your own situation yet again. There will be no merger to save you, at least not Tim, Dan, Sam, Amy, Mike, Matt, Charlie (especially not him, I do hate him and he can go fuck all the way off), at least two-three of your Jo(h)ns, and anyone who falls into that camp. Everyone else, of course, I would welcome in. Our environment is actually quite welcoming, and new people have come in and enjoyed playing with us. Hell, even some of your own that I rather like have come in and played with us and had a good time.

I mean, maybe you still think I was wrong, and whatever - if you do, that’s fine. You’ve cut your raid in half in less than half an expansion already and lost multiple players per tier. Think whatever you want, I know I had a good read on it and the facts show it, unless you want to pretend that losing 12-13 people in less than a year is just a normal raid turnover to have? I certainly don’t think so, especially not for a middling group of mid-Heroic players who think they’re Mythic caliber. The ones who are already left, and one of them even professes that leaving you all was the best decision he made (his words, not mine!). Oof.

Okay, so I am still mad about games sometimes, but I guess this is less mad and more petty? I’m perfectly content with this level of petty, especially because I’m right in my read. Get wrecked, assholes, and know that no one will be coming to save your gameplay with a merger this time. Plenty of good folks will be getting a lifeboat, but if you thought a Discord shouting match was a good call in November 2022, well, I hate to tell you this, but you will sink like the boat and submersible named Titanic. Actually, I don’t hate to tell you that. I am delighted to.

[timeoverload]

I'm sorry, Maxwell. I really wasn't trying to hurt you. I'm sorry if what I said came off as being rude and I didn't want things to go like that. I shouldn't have done that. You deserve better than that and I appreciate what you have done for me lately and it made me really happy and I felt really special. I think you're really sweet. I guess I just got too excited and thought I could do it. I really wanted to be there. I really wish it wasn't so difficult to come see you. I still really want to. I don't expect you to forgive me though.

I know you're not there every day and I know what days you are supposed to be working. I know you aren't supposed to be there today. They said you were only there 4 days a week and if I wanted to talk to you I had to come in early otherwise there's no guarantee you'll have time so mornings are the only option I have. That's why I tried to come in yesterday but I was too late. I wish I had the option to come in in the afternoon or evening to talk to you but you're usually already busy at that time. Every time I see you, you remind me how far out you are booked and I don't want to stress you out.

I really wish I didn't feel like shit all the time because it took a lot of strength to get down there yesterday and I know I blew it again. I also tried to go on Friday but I could hardly move and I didn't say anything about it. I know everyone is tired of hearing me complain about my health. I'm basically a skeleton right now and I weigh like 95lbs so I don't have a ton of energy and my brain isn't working like it should on top of my other issues. I'm just not doing very well at all. I'm trying to take care of myself but I'm having a hard time. I'm not living in the best conditions. I'm afraid to show up when I'm not feeling well because that's what happened last time I was there and I ended up being really rude. I feel bad a lot days. I'm not trying to make anyone feel sorry for me, I was just trying to be honest. I thought I could be open about stuff going on with me. I remember being told if I had any problems, I could just let you know and I tried. Sometimes I wish you could just come rescue me.

I wish I wouldn't have said anything in the first place. I really wasn't expecting it to be that busy that early and I thought that I would get there on time but I suppose that was poor planning on my part. I guess I had unrealistic expectations of how things were going to go and I got upset. I wasn't trying to be flaky. I hardly leave my house as it is and it was a big deal to me and I spent a long time getting ready for it. I haven't been in very many relationships in my life either so I guess it's just incredibly overwhelming for me and I don't know what I'm doing sometimes. I realize I need a lot of therapy and help.

I understand you're upset with me and I wanted to try again on Tuesday but I'm afraid you will be mad at me still. I just won't say anything either way I guess. I do want to make up for my mistakes. I just don't want to get in trouble. I'm so tired of getting in trouble. I hate disappointing people. I wish I could actually communicate with someone. I'm just humiliated because I know everyone has been reading everything I post and it doesn't matter what I say about how I'm feeling or how much I'm struggling. I'm feeling very vulnerable and alone right now. Honestly, I don't think I've ever been so embarrassed in my life. I think maybe that has made this harder for me and I didn't think it would because it is nice to know that someone cares at least. This is like my diary basically and I was fine with Maxwell reading my posts but this is too much for me right now. I'm really sensitive and unstable lately. I get on here a lot when I don't feel good enough to do anything else and I need to find a better outlet now. I feel like I'm being judged and my feelings are hurt. I'm just going to be shunned because I was bad. There's no point in trying to explain myself.

I just wanted to see Maxwell and I didn't think all of this was going to happen. I feel like I can't even enjoy my time on here anymore. I just want to have a healthy relationship and a husband and a family. It makes me sad that you can tell all of your co-workers about me and share all of my personal information but you can't reach out to me yourself either. I know you have my phone number somewhere. Is there some law or policy that prevents you from contacting me? I've already acknowledged that I'm aware of your presence on multiple occasions. I've known you for almost 2 years and I would be so happy if you did try to talk to me. I don't get it. There were a lot of times I really needed you and I still feel like I need you. You're the only person that has really been looking out for me this whole time and I'm grateful for that. I'm not trying to blame you for anything or get mad at you because I'm sure you don't really know what to do either.

This is just really painful and hard to deal with. I know this is ultimately my fault though. I just need to be better. I will never give up on you. I still want to see you and I will try again unless you don't want me to. I still love you so much and I always will. I think it would be wise if I refrained from posting on here as much for a while because I'm really not trying to cause any more issues or hurt anyone or piss anyone off more. I apologize for wasting everyone's time and being disrespectful.

[sona-btxt]

the happiest and best moments from this week’s episodes (ep. 13, 14) of extraordinary attorney woo (because i need to focus on the positive; if i focus on the negative i might go insane before ep. 15 comes out):

junho’s face immediately brightening at the sight of youngwoo but then remembering he’s supposed to be upset with her

the seatbelt scene on the airplane: “planes are the safest method of transportation.” “even if they’re the safest you still have to put on your seatbelt.”

the iconic “woo to the young to the woo” + “dong to the geu to the rami” that we haven’t heard in a LONG time

jung myeong seok’s travel fit at the airport

jung myeong seok hanging out with dong geurami and mr. hairy

youngwoo quizzing junho on dolphins before their flight

the temple scene between junho and youngwoo: “how many left?” “155.” [...] “now that’s 154.” “no, you still have 155. you started later.” “why are you keeping track?”

(while i hate to admit it) “are you the saint of blackpink” line

junho immediately smiling (and showing us how utterly WHIPPED he is) when he sees youngwoo in her dolphin-watching gear (honestly i was whipped too she’s just SO CUTE LOOK AT HER)

“i can’t sleep the clock is too loud” “get up, we’re killing the clock”

youngwoo being unbothered when minwoo increased the volume on the tae sumi news

geurami (without even knowing it) diverting and going “it’s time to watch spongebob”, right after snatching the remote from minwoo

honestly every single scene with geurami (gods i love her so freaking much)

the cute illustration at the end of ep 13

youngwoo’s pink outfit from when they were at the nursing home (she looked so freaking cute)

the different combinations of button-ups + matching shirts that junho wears (he looks so good in them though)

junho and suyeon immediately defending youngwoo and ready to attack kwon minwoo for whatever ableist shit that was about to come out of his mouth when they were out drinking

geurami and mr. hairy at karaoke

“who would you bring to a deserted island, geurami or the angel? WHO???” whilst being dragged off by a awkward-laughing mr. hairy

youngwoo telling myeong seok that he was so cool and amazing and that everything was worth it

and lastly (and most importantly, because i would die for park eun bin due to how much i love her):

park eun bin singing an ost for the show (she’s so good how is she so talented)

[mishapocalyse]

Come Marching Home

Soldier Boy x Depressed!Sad!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of depression and mental illness. Soldier Boy is his own warning! Language.

Description: Soldier Boy gets a call from his best girl, you. However, instead of the happy, giggling sweetheart he's used to loving. It is a side that you hate. He's marching home, your--Soldier Boy.

Crimson Countess had stood next to her boss as his mind wandered elsewhere. These fucking movie shoots, oh how he despised them. Although he did want to admit he’d get to ogle pretty women who’d always be almost clad nude, walking amongst the supes’. He found himself only thinking about that one girl back home. The one he had to force himself out of bed from every morning. He’d reluctantly roll over to the edge, reluctantly kiss her goodbye, reluctantly close the door behind him. He never wanted to leave her side—he could drop all of this if he ever wanted to. However, this is what he had to do.

For her.

Countess nudged him with her elbow, knocking him from his thoughts.

“What.” He asked, his attention turning to her.

Countess, not wanting to start an argument kept her voice low and content.

“You’ve been acting really off lately. The fuck is your problem?” She questions, pressing a hand to his chest.

“Need me to take care of something for you? You seem stressed.” Countess reached down to firmly plant her other hand to his groin.

Soldier Boy pushes her away from him, the others taking notice. The PA hurriedly walking towards them to make sure everything was ready for the day of shooting. His green eyes that were sea foam in color, the ones that usually sparkled in admiration for his girl, were dark and filled with an anger, a disappointment in the woman in front of him. He gripped to Countess’s arm giving it a harsh squeeze.

“Don’t fucking touch me, we’ve been over this. We aren’t fucking together, Cooze.” He spits.

Countess did not take kindly to that.

“And who are you fucking now, hm?” She asks but he doesn’t answer.

Instead, he’s walking away from her, away from everyone for the day. He sits with his hands folded and his head hanging low, trying to calm himself down before he punched someone. That moment of silence was ruined when a hard knock at his trailer’s door interrupted his thoughts.

“Can’t a man get an ounce of fucking peace around here, for fucks sake.” He pushed himself up from the chair, ripping the trailer door open to find his assistant shaking, terrified of him.

“Better be important, or you can find yourself another fucking like of work, sweetheart.” He threatens, out of the ordinary.

The assistant nods as she becomes him to come out.

“You have a call on line one, someone is asking for you.” She states.

“Tell them to call back later. I’m busy at the moment.” He replies, his arms crossed.

She heaves a shaky sigh. “Afraid she won’t take no for an answer, sir.”

Soldier Boy after hearing that practically runs to the phone. He’s worried now, not giving a shit that his teammates are watching him. When his hands land on the phone inside the small office space he’s happy.

“Hey pretty girl, you alright?” He whispers into the phone.

But his girls voice is pained. He noticed she’d been crying, possibly for a good minute, her breath is shaky, she’s sniffling, until finally she’s breaking down with him over the phone.

"Y/N? Baby...what's wrong-"

"I miss you." you said, sniffling. "I know you're busy. I shouldn't have called. Are you mad at me now?"

"No." he began. "No...no, no--baby, I'm not mad at you. I miss you too pretty girl. Tell me what's wrong." He murmurs.

For a second he thinks he will wait to go home. But he does otherwise.

"I love you, pretty girl. I have to get going. I'll see you soon." He waits for you to answer, instead it is replaced with silence.

Soldier Boy ignores Countess, ignores his assistant walking behind him, ignores his teammates awkward stares and yelling after him. Once he is in the truck, he's driving to get you flowers, food and things that he knows will cheer you up. He plowed through the store, pushing aside fans, making it his personal mission to get home to you.

His pretty girl.

Soon, he is pulling into the driveway, running to the front door. Anyone else he'd tell them to fuck off. You were special.

You were his.

"Y/N? Are you here?" He hollered up the stairs of your shared home. He purchased it for you both to get away from the spotlight.

He could hear you softly sobbing in your shared room, his boots clunking up the steps towards you. Then he's opening the door, ready to be here for you. Once Soldier Boy sees the room, it is over. He's changing into his pajamas, throwing his shield to the floor, coming to your aid as his strong arms wrap around you in a loving embrace. You knew he wouldn't be doing this for anyone else. Yes, you knew how he was with other women, but when he came home, he came home ready to be with you.

"I'm here, pretty girl." He envelops you in his embrace, light feathery kisses trapped upon your cheek, your neck, your shoulders.

He's running a hand through your hair, tousling it between his calloused fingers. You're breaking in front him again, your eyes red and puffy from how much you had been crying.

"I was scared that maybe you wouldn't come home. It was a stupid thought. I feel so stupid doing this to you. I shouldn't have called you when you were at work. I'm sorry. " You cried between sobs.

"Shh." He planted a kiss on your temple, brushing away the hot, wet tears streaking down your face. "I understand. I missed you too, baby."

"You don't understand though. I'm a fucking mess, I hate myself and the way I look. I see you with Crimson Countess and these outrageously gorgeous women and I sit here and think, I wish that were me up there with you. I want to be there with you. But there is this part of me that also doesn't want to be here period. Maybe you would do better without me, Ben. I feel like I am a burden when I am around you, like I weight you down--" He steals your lips in a firm, haughty kiss. Dragging you under him in one fluid motion. You're on fire in an instant as his fingertips lightly brush against the cool skin of your stomach. When he pulls away his eyes are wet, brimming with tears that never fell. You could clearly tell how he felt about you.

"I could never think you were ever a burden to me, Y/N. You are the only woman that puts up with my shit. I get lucky every night, even if I'm not trying to put a bun in the oven, pretty girl. I don't want another woman. I want you. You think that I like perusing the town with other women? I fucking don't. It's a waste of my time. Before you? Yeah, I fucked around, did what I wanted, and then you--fell from whatever place you came from and I had to say to myself, 'fuck, there is a God.'" You playfully slap his arm through your tears, as you tried to smile. Your hands raising to caress his face, looking into his exhausted eyes.

"I love you. I always will pretty girl." He smiles, bending down to press another harsh kiss to your lips, his scruffy beard scratching your face.

The kisses were the sweetest when he was with you, the nights where he would hold you as close as he could, afraid that if you let go, you would wither away in his grasp. He's gotten a lot better as a person, he may be an asshole. A narcissistic prick, but with you? He was the perfect man. He never let you forget how much you meant to him. The love of your life.

Your little Soldier Boy.

[racinggirl]

redemption || pierre gasly 10

type: one shot pairing: pierre gasly x reader word count: 4k (sorry not sorry) summary: having that one important thing, which means a lot to you. But will Pierre be able to be there? Or will he have to make it up to you? requested: yes! “Can you do one with Pierre where he fucks up and then makes it up to y/n?” (by anon) Requests are OPEN!!! warnings: angst, language!, disappointment, sad, fluffy ending notes: I had a blast writing this. It took a little longer, but I wasn't feeling too well. Thankfully I'm feeling good enough to write again, yayayay!! Don't worry, the story has a happy ending, otherwise it wouldn't be a story of mine :) I hope you'll enjoy it, have fun and please let me know what you think about my writingstyle in the comments or my askbox, tips/tops are very much appreciated

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Contract elongation or not, the moment news spread about Sergio Perez staying with RedBull Racing for at least 2023, possibly even more years, created quite a bit of stress for the France Formula One driver, currently driving in RedBull’s ‘rookie’ team, Alpha Tauri. Stress, that might have affected his behaviour a little more than he anticipated, and wanted.

Pierre Gasly, twenty-six years old, a talented driver on the grid who previously was a second driver for RedBull but was set back to their rookie team Alpha Tauri after Alexander Albon replaced the Frenchman back in 2019. His dream? Become a Formula One world champion, preferably at RedBull.

However, when he heard the news about Checo signing his new contract that stated he’d stay at RedBull in 2023, he got stressed, mostly because his contract at Alpha Tauri would be ending this year. So, as a result of that, he was busy, not just in the racing weeks, but also in the remaining weeks he and you would normally spend together.

You and Pierre, the perfect couple, the most loved couple in the paddock. Fans loved seeing the two of you together, the reason for it? You weren’t a model, a singer, actress or even well known in the world. You were just you, a casual girl, finishing up your college and getting ready for the big world, trying to find a job, one you enjoyed and would see yourself work in for the next decades. And people loved it, watching you and Pierre, a famous Formula One driver with connections all over the world, money that would buy him everything he wants, and you, his girlfriend, nothing more, nothing less. Just the guy Pierre loved more than anything in this world.

‘’Baby?’’ You had been trying to get into contact with your boyfriend for the last 15 minutes, asking him whether or not he’d come to your graduation, which was on a Friday, a race-free-week-Friday. You knew he was stressed, or at least busy, talking to his manager, his entire team, Alpha Tauri, RedBull, even McLaren and Alpine, but you also needed the attention, especially since your graduation was one of the most exciting and important things in your life, aside from Pierre’s races.

‘’Pierre!’’ You furrowed your eyebrows, standing up from the relaxing chair you were just seated in, to walk over to your boyfriend, who was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

‘’What?’’ He looked up from his phone, a sigh leaving his lips as he saw your upset face. ‘’I’m sorry mon ange, I was just texting my manager.’’ Of course, he always was texting his manager. You weren’t mad, no, because you knew how much stress finding a new team, in time, could be, and you didn’t want to distract him from getting a good deal.

‘’I was asking if you saved the date, for my graduation.’’ You sent your boyfriend a nice smile whilst you went over to him, taking a seat on his left side, one hand resting on his knee, which you squeezed lightly.

He smiled back, placing his phone on the side of the couch just to pull you in his arms, the place you belonged according to him. ‘’Of course darling.’’ He whispered against your right temple, his lips feeling as soft as always as he kissed the side of your head. ‘’June 20th, right?’’ You nodded in response, your eyes closing as you relaxed in his arms. ‘’Yep.’’

However, the cuddles didn’t last long, just half an hour of you time for the both of you, before he got up from the couch, ready to go to another meeting with McLaren. He had to keep his options open, which meant every team that reached out for him, would be pleased with at least one meeting with the French driver. McLaren was lucky enough to have multiple.

Some days passed, and things started to get a little more comfortable at home, Pierre not being as busy with his meetings meant more time to spend together, time you cherished more than ever, because you knew that once you got accepted into the job, it would mean the two of you wouldn’t be able to see each other for weeks. That wasn’t something you weren’t used to though, being a student meant going to university, and not races.

You were laying on the balcony the sun kissing your already tanned skin as you listened to the music you were blasting through your earphones. Milan, one of the most beautiful places here in Italy, the busy centrum, the calm parks and the sun, which was shining brightly this afternoon. Pierre wasn’t here, he was at the factory, probably in the simulator, having meetings or doing more Formula One related stuff.

You opened your eyes when your phone rang, a smile plastered across your face as you saw the name. You answered almost immediately after sitting up straight, placing the sunglasses on your nose as you accepted the facetime call.

‘’Mom! Dad! Hey!’’ You threw them a wave from the other side of the phone, receiving a wave back from your mother, and a ‘hello’ from your father.

‘’Hello sweety, how are you doing?’’  

‘’I’m good! Enjoying the sun here.’’ You smiled, turning the camera on your phone to reveal the view you had from Pierre’s balcony. The beautiful park on the left, some buildings on the right, and a beautiful lake in the middle, ducks and swans cooling themselves down in the water, as well as some dogs chasing them.

You turned your phone camera back to face you, the same smile still on your face. You were one lucky girl.

‘’Oh my, that looks absolutely beautiful.’’ Your mother nudged your father who agreed with what she had just said. ‘’Isn’t Pierre home?’’ Your father asked, leaning a little closer, maybe a little too close because all you were seeing was the side of his head.

You smiled at your parents and shook your head. ‘’No, he’s at the factory.’’ You smiled kindly, biting your lip. You missed him, for sure, but it wasn’t the end of the world, you’d see him tonight.

‘’Had he got an offer yet?’’ Your father got along great with your boyfriend, him being a motorsports fan, and your boyfriend being a Formula One driver seemed like the perfect match, and it was. Every time your father would visit you and Pierre at his place, or Pierre would come to your place, since you partly lived with your parents, and partly with your boyfriend, you had to separate the two along with your mom. They always told each other everything, your father giving Pierre – according to him – amazing tips, and Pierre just laughed and took mental notes. Another thing you loved about him, his respect and kindness he had towards not just your parents, but to everyone around him. Even though Pierre knew more than probably all of them combined about the sport, he’d always gladly accept the tips he’d get, even though he probably already knew every single one of them.

‘’Yeah, he has, I believe so.’’ You said, reaching for the glass of lemon water standing on the table next to you. ‘’Alpha Tauri wants him for another year, but you can’t tell anyone yet, okay? It’s not public yet.’’ You said seriously as you sipped from the straw. Your father immediately nodded, and smiled, loving the fact you always told him everything, loving the fact you trusted him enough to tell him those highly secret and important plans.

‘’Oh, I think he’s home?’’ You frowned, turning your head to look through the glass door that connected the balcony to the living room of Pierre’s apartment. He usually never was home this early, so you assumed that it either was good, or bad. You saw him, and it for sure was the latter. You rose your phone in the air, letting your parents see nothing but the sky, because you didn’t want them to see Pierre’s face, which didn’t speak happiness or fairy tales at the moment. ‘Mom and dad’ you mouthed, hoping your boyfriend would get the hint, and he did, because he took a deep breath, a somewhat fake but realistic smile on his face as he opened the glass door to greet your parents.

‘’Hello Sandra, hello Paul.’’ You turned your phone so your parents could see your boyfriend and you moved to the side a little, creating space so Pierre could join you on the bed. Your hand moved to his, holding it, squeezing it and drawing small circles on the back of his hand while he took a hold of your phone with the other. A sigh escaping your boyfriends lips gave you the reassurance you needed, he loved what you were doing right now, calming him, not immediately asking what was wrong, but giving him the time.

After what seemed like 5 minutes, but was actually 20 minutes, Pierre ended the facetime call with your parents, handing you your phone back before resting his head against your shoulder, another sigh escaping his lips. You stayed like this, for a good 5 minutes before it got too hot and the both of you decided to go inside. You closed the curtains behind you, to prevent the heat coming into the building, and you watched as your boyfriend let himself fall down on the couch.

‘’Wanna talk about it, baby?’’ You asked carefully, following him to the couch and sitting on the armrest of it, bare feet on the seating area of the couch.

He nodded, adjusting himself on the couch as he rested his head on your knees, looking up at you. ‘’I can’t come to your graduation.’’ He sighed, knowing you’d be upset, and you had every right to be, it was the one thing you wanted him to attend, one of the most important things to you.

You sighed, closing your eyes for a brief moment to calm yourself, maybe he had a reason he couldn’t come, a legitimate reason. ‘’Why not?’’ You almost whispered, both a little mad, upset, and confused.

-

‘’Can’t you just, tell them to reschedule it? It’s my graduation Pierre!’’ You stood straight, hands intertwined as you looked at your boyfriend who was still seated on the couch. He had a dinner, here, in Italy, with Alpha Tauri.

‘’Look, love, I understand it’s your graduation, okay? But this is for my contract, we need to keep the sponsors happy and-‘’

‘’I don’t care.’’ You said, reaching your breaking point. ‘’Every damn day the most important thing has been your contract. Alpha Tauri, McLaren, RedBull, that’s all you talk about. And I understand it’s stressing, but can you at least clear one day, just one day, for me?’’ Small tears were appearing in your eyes, your worst nightmare coming true. You always knew being a Formula One drivers girlfriend would mean long distance, little to no time spent together, and doing things on your own. However, you hoped that he’d at least be able to come to your graduation, which meant so much to you.

‘’You don’t know how important this dinner is, y/n!’’

‘’It’s next week, Pierre, you could have told them to reschedule it because you have known for weeks, maybe even months, that next Wednesday is my graduation!’’

‘’You never told me it was Wednesday!’’ He stated, making you raise your eyebrow.

‘’What’s next Wednesday’s date?’’ You were getting mad, because you had definitely told him the date.

Pierre groaned, grabbing his phone to check the date and counted in his head. After a few seconds of thinking, he looked back into your eyes. ‘’June 20th.’’ He said.

‘’Great, do I have to remind you of the conversation we had some days ago?’’ You asked, arms crossed in front of your chest at this point.

‘’Well, I can too forget things, y/n, sorry!’’ He stated, getting up from the couch as well because he couldn’t stand sitting down, you looking down at him.

‘’Forget, ‘things’?’’ You asked, your madness turning into hurt at this point. ‘’You just simply forgot your girlfriend is finally graduation after 4 years?!’’

‘’Baby, I didn’t mean that…’’

‘’Oh, I am pretty sure you did.’’ You sighed, watching as Pierre took some steps closer to you, attempting to pull you in for a hug. ‘’No, Pierre!’’ You stepped back, wiping a single tear that was falling from your cheek.

‘’Oh come on y/n, don’t be so fucking dramatic now! I apologized, okay? What else do you need from me so you’ll be able to forgive me?’’ Pierre didn’t mean all of this, obviously. He was one of the sweetest, kind and respectful guys you’d ever meet, but the stress he had been coping with at work had taken its toll on those lovely characteristics of the Frenchman.

‘’For you to be there in England when I take that bloody paper!’’ You took one more attempt to convince him to reschedule the meeting, because you needed him there, to cheer for you when you took a hold of that paper, just like you cheered for him whenever he had a marvellous race.  

‘’Well, I can’t, it’s scheduled, I’ll fly over the next day to take you out for dinner, okay?’’

You simply shook your head, not believing those words came out of your boyfriends mouth. The man that used to do everything for you, fly in between races to your house, just to surprise you with flowers he picked up from the local flower boutique in your town, had changed, and you hated it.

‘’You know what? Forget it, go to your stupid dinner, prioritize that fucking dinner over me, it’s fine. Lately I’ve been getting used to become second anyways.’’ And with that, you left, ignoring Pierre calling your name, knowing he completely messed everything up.

-

The next day you were already on a plane, heading to England to your parents house, not wanting to spend one more day with your boyfriend. You needed space, time, and support right now, things he couldn’t give at the moment. It hurt, because you still loved him, and he still loved you, but right now it was for the best.

Your parents, however, were very understanding. You wasn’t sure you made the right decision, but after talking to them for hours upon hours, you were confident you did make the right decision. Sure, you couldn’t expect him to have you as his number 1 priority at all times, but you could expect him to at least think about it, try to be able to attend your graduation, as it was something you worked your ass off for, for over 4 years.

-

Graduation day. You were dressed into a nice cobalt blue dress, topping it off with the traditional black coat and hat, your hair nicely curled, make up on point. You looked stunning, beyond beautiful really.

‘’y/n! Oh my goodness, you look absolutely amazing, like a queen!’’ Stacy, your best friend in and out of university ran towards you.

‘’Wait till you see the dress I’m wearing.’’ You joked, hugging your best friend tightly. ‘’Come on, let’s go see my boyfriend.’’ You were dragged along, Stacy being way too excited because you had never actually met her boyfriend, since you had been traveling with Pierre for those last couple of weeks. The guy was kind, tall, typical Brit really, and you found it adorable, because it reminded you of the stage you and Pierre were in years ago, a new couple, madly in love with one another.

‘’Hey, speaking of, where’s Pierre?’’ Stacy interrupted your thoughts, and you just let out a sigh. ‘’Couldn’t make it, work.’’ You mumbled, not really feeling the need to talk about why your boyfriend wasn’t here. You wanted it to be a happy day, one to remember for in the books, and you didn’t want it to be ruined by the fact your boyfriend didn’t find you important enough to come to your graduation.

‘’Oh, well, I understand, he’s a Formula One driver after all.’’ Stacy smirked, wiggling her eyebrows a few times which made you laugh in agony. Stacy was happy when you announced your relationship to her, and wanting to meet the guy, she immediately asked you to arrange a double date with her – now called – ex boyfriend, something which was quite hard seeing you did not want people to know about you dating a famous Formula One driver straight away. You created the perfect double date setup in your parents backyard, since in that way nobody could see you, and nobody would suspect a thing, you and Pierre hadn’t announced your relationship to the world yet at that point. So the moment Stacy figured out he was actually Pierre Gasly, you had to beg her to not tell anyone, which was a task on its own.

Now, almost 5 years later, she always managed to tell people you were dating Pierre Gasly before you had even met them. You didn’t mind, Stacy was just excited because you deserved to be happy, which you were with Pierre, and being a motorsports lover didn’t really help with keeping it low profile either.

After some talking with Stacy and her new boyfriend, it was time to take place on the seats, ready to take your paper and finally move onto the next chapter in your life, find a job you enjoy, and make money. You turned around to have one more look into the audience, sitting up straight when you saw a figure in the back, a figure that looked really familiar. But as soon as he stepped forward, into the lights, you sighed. It wasn’t Pierre, just someone that looked similar, but it wasn’t him. That’s the moment you gave up hope. Of course you still had hope, maybe he had changed his mind and decided your graduation would be slightly more important than a dinner with his sponsors, but sadly, that wasn’t the case.

‘’Y/n Y/l/n!’’ People were cheering, clapping and you looked over at Stacy before getting up, a smile on your face, a proud smile. You made your way to the podium, a deep sigh escaping your lips as you felt the black cold pen reaching your hands. You signed your diploma, a smile from ear to ear when you placed the pen back on the table. You shook hands, and held the paper next to you when you stood next to your teacher for the photo.

-

‘’Okay, photo time!’’ Your parents stood on either side of you, Stacy taking the picture. ‘’Now a crazy one, because we’re done with this fucked up school!’’ Stacy laughed and you immediately looked over at your parents who were shocked by her statement.

‘’Stace!’’ You laughed, shaking your head as your parents decided to join your laughter, pulling a weird face as you did the same.

‘’Okay, I think that’s it.’’ You smiled, looking at Stacy. You had taken more than enough pictures with your friend, as well as some pictures with your parents. ‘’We have all the pictures we need.’’ You smiled, weakly, because you knew you missed one person here.

‘’No, we don’t have them all yet.’’ You turned around, because you recognized that voice from miles away.

‘’Pierre?’’ You were surprised, he had the dinner, with his sponsors, right? How could he be here now? Pierre noticed you were confused, because you hadn’t said anything but his name the moment you saw him, your facial expression like you had just seen one of the most confusing things in the world, and your body frozen in place.

‘’We need a picture.’’ He simply smiled, holding his hand out for yours to take. He looked amazing, in suit, his hair nicely done, glowing skin, and you hadn’t even started about the cologne he was wearing, or the way his breath was soft and minty. You accepted his hand, slowly stepping towards him as you wrapped your arms around him, tightly, almost scared of letting him go.

‘’I thought you-‘’ But he cut you off. ‘’Shh.. don’t think about that now, okay? This is your happy day, your graduation, and I am so, so proud of you, okay?’’ He whispered close to your ear, pressing kisses to your cheek. ‘’I have been an idiot, and I am sorry for that, I hope you can forgive me.’’

You looked at him, a smile on your face as your eyes were filled with tears. Of course you would forgive him, he was here now, he came to your graduation. ‘’Were you here the entire time?’’

He nodded. ‘’I saw you getting up there, signing that paper of yours. I could even see that beautiful smile of yours when you were standing next to Mr. Johnson.’’ He smiled. ‘’Or when you were seated and turned around, were you looking for me?’’ He asks carefully, taking a hold of your hands.

You nodded in response, smiling weakly as you looked down at your hands. ‘’I was, yeah, I just, hoped you’d come, I still had hope.’’ You admitted, looking up into his beautiful eyes who had a sparkle inside of them, the sparkle you had missed so hard when he was busy with his work.

‘’Come on, take that coat off, I want to see that amazing dress!’’ Stacy cheered, interrupting the two of you. You simply laughed, turning around so you could easily take the coat off, along with the hat and you heard Stacy whistle. ‘’Damn girl! Hot!’’ She laughed.

You turned around again to face Pierre, and that’s when your heart skipped a beat. He was there, down on one knee, a box in his hand as he looked up at you with the sweetest but yet most nervous smile ever.

‘’Pierre…’’ You whispered, hands covering your mouth as you gasped.

‘’I’m sorry for being such an idiot lately. I wanted everything to be perfect. I was so stressed, and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I-I was planning this, and the whole work thing messed it all up. I wanted to surprise you, and when they told me the dinner would be tonight, I honestly tried to reschedule it but they didn’t let me.’’ He started, still seated on one knee. ‘’After our talk, last week, I knew that I had to do it. I had to call my manager and tell him I wouldn’t be at the dinner, because there was something on my to do list that was much more important than that stupid dinner.’’ He smiles, quoting your words about the stupid dinner. ‘’When you left that day, I immediately contacted your parents, asking for their permission, and I explained everything to them. I just hoped they would say yes because I already bought the ring and all… But, I want you to know that you are my number one priority, and you always will be, because I can’t imagine my life without you in it. I need you, because I’m lost without you, and I can’t say it enough, I’ll never get tired of saying it, y/n. I love you, so much it hurts, so please, don’t make me the happiest boyfriend, but the happiest man, and marry me.’’

You were amazed by his words, and didn’t even notice the tears running down your cheeks, or the phone camera’s pointed towards you, all you saw was him, your boyfriend, down on his knee for you, to ask you to marry him.

‘’Of course I’ll marry you, Pierre.’’ You nodded, receiving a deep sigh as response from the French driver in front of you, followed by a wide smile. He got up, grabbed your hand and delicately slid the ring around your finger, cupping your cheeks and pressing his lips to yours, lovingly, not wanting to be separated from you ever again.

‘’Je t’aime, mon chérie.’’

‘’Je t’aime aussi, bébé.’’

((Repost because Tumblr hated me yay)

[maximwtf]

“Stressed.”

                    Lucifer x stressed reader

words: 1760

google docs pages: 3

warnings: mentions of stress from school, slight anxiety

opening: Exams are coming up and you’re stressing about them. Lucifer sees this and wants to try and help.

AN// reader can be any gender! Last old obey me fanfic!^^

                   “Stressed.”

You were at the dinner table, eating quietly. The brothers were talking with each other while eating, but to be honest you didn't really even feel like eating. There were a lot of big tests coming up and you knew how seriously Lucifer took these things. You being you, even the thought of disappointing Lucifer and Diavolo made you stressed.

Last night you had stayed up until the early morning hours, studying for the up coming test that was somewhere around next week. You weren't sure if you were able to hide the eye bags with concealer this morning because you were in a hurry, but you sure did hope so. Because if no one else will notice you knew for a fact that Asmodeus was about to notice them and ask if you slept at all, and if you said no he would go on and on about how bad it was to stay up and not sleep and how it would destroy your skin.

Just as you were in the middle of thinking about Asmo's skincare tips, he poked your side. "You look a little tired-" He started before you got up, pushed the chair under the table and stormed out of the dining room. That was it. You already had a headache and someone pointing out that you looked tired was just too much to handle at this point.

As you were speed walking through the hallways, you heard fast steps from behind you. "Not now Asmo..." You commented quietly, trying to walk faster to maybe get away from him. "Y/n, stop." A much deeper voice than Asmodeus' replied. This took you off guard and you turned around to look at who it was. To your surprise it was Lucifer who had been following you. "I ask for you to follow me to my room, now." The demon of pride said, turning around just expecting for you to start following him.

You didn't want to say anything. You were already feeling a mix of sadness because of the way you had let yourself to look like, feeling stress because of the tests and feeling anxiety because of all of this. To put this together it was a mess that you wanted to hide from.

Lucifer's foot steps stopped. You didn't know if he was mad at you or if he actually wanted to help you this time, but it didn't really matter. If he was following you just because he wanted to yell at you, it wouldn't hurt much at this point. "Y/n, I asked nicely once. Now please, follow me." The demon asked again. His voice didn't sound like he was mad to be exact but this man was hard to read sometimes anyway...

You decided to follow him after he had looked at you intensely for a long enough time that you had felt uncomfortable. He lead you to his office where he pulled out a chair for you and him.

there weren't many lights in the room but it didn't matter since the fireplace that was behind you was lighting up the room and making it cozy. In front of you was a wooden table that had a whiskey or a cognac bottle on it with two glasses. A long candle that was on the table too was bringing some light in the otherwise so dark room. Lucifer's office wasn't filled with different kinds of things but it fit his aesthetic. There was a skull on the wall and next to it was a shelf filled with fancy alcohols. The only thing that had a chance to bring in some natural light was a big window at the back of the room which was behind the office table.

You sat down but you didn't dare to say anything. You weren't sure if it was because you were feeling down or out of spite since you were forced to come here. Either way this all felt a little uncomfortable but then again all of this was taking your mind off of the stress. "Mind telling me what's going on?" Lucifer asked from behind your chair. He had been looking at the fire and before he sat down on the other red chair he threw a log into the fireplace. As he was pouring a drink for the both of you, you were looking for words. What were you supposed to say?

"it's the exams that are coming up. There are like four next week-" You started. "three." Lucifer corrected you calmly and pushed the round glass closer to you.  "whiskey." He added, waiting for you to continue. You were a little taken back by the correction but you brushed it off. "I'm not really sleeping well because of them, and it effects my mood. But I keep telling myself that i'm just not used to the way you do your school work here." You muttered, while trying out the drink. "I do understand your stress over this topic, but there isn't too much I can do since all of these tests have to be taken." Lucifer said. The light from the fireplace was shading his face with warm tones, as he was taking a sip from his drink.  "I can move them all on separate weeks if that would ease your mind." The demon of pride added as he moved his gaze to you.

You didn't expect Lucifer to be this nice to you, so him telling you that he can move the tests caught you off guard. "You would do that? Why..?" You asked in confusion. Was he falling for y- "Diavolo's orders. I must take care of you, and if it seems that you are getting too stressed and it's making living hard for you I have to do something about it." Lucifer explained to you. No, this absolutely wasn't out of love towards you, but it made you feel better to think that he did this because he did actually care about you in that way. "Oh- Well I would appreciate it if you moved them on separate weeks. Thank you, Lucifer."  You replied in a thankful tone.

The demon of pride didn't say anything for a while, he just seemed to be enjoying his drink. Soon he put the glass down, and walked up to his office table. "I'll move them all on different Mondays." He said quietly, as he took a pen and crossed something over from a piece of paper and wrote something on a different page. After doing that he came back to sit with you. "Do you want the rest of your dinner? You can eat it in here if you'd like?" Lucifer asked as he looked at you. "No thank you, I'm fine. I just feel like sleeping right now." You replied.

As you were about to get up to leave, Lucifer stood up too. "I'll walk you to your room, I know my brothers are looking for you since you left the dining room with such attitude." He stated, and went to open the door for you. You followed after him, not wanting to look up just in case one of the demon brothers saw you. You didn't realise where Lucifer was taking you, until you felt like you had already passed your room. It wasn't this far from Lucifer's office. You didn't dare to ask Lucifer about this, you just followed him.

Soon Lucifer stopped and opened a door to a dim room. You looked up and realised that this wasn't your room. This was the demon's room.

In the middle of the room was a huge black bed with 2 bigger pillows in the middle and 2 smaller ones next to the bigger ones. The bed cover was also black with a brown bed scarf at the end of the bed. On top of the bed frame was a huge black and white painting. You couldn't really tell what was going on in the painting, but Lucifer seemed to like it since he had it in his room. Around the walls were small candles in a candelabra that brought some light into the otherwise so black and dim room. In the right corner of the room was a human like skeleton with a ripped piece of clothing, "holding" the corner piece of the room up. The same wall the skeleton was on was a fireplace with pictures on the wall on top of it. On top of the fireplace were five things. a phonograph that looked like it was straight from 1877, Two bottles of something, one of the bottles was made out of glass and a candelabra at the corner of the fireplace, holding 3 candles. In front of the fireplace was a small wooden table that had a chess board on it. Around the small table were three grey chairs. In front of the black bed was a glass table with a long grey couch behind it. There was a chandelier on the ceiling and the black walls had golden decorations on them, nothing too much but the gold looked elegant. It matched the mood Lucifer gave off.

"what are we doing in here? I thought you were taking me to my room to take a nap?" You asked. You weren't mad at him, but this did come as a surprise. Maybe you should look at where you are going even if you are with someone....

"I think it's better if you sleep here. The brothers will knock on your door constantly, until you open it, if you go in there. Here they won't come." Lucifer replied and sat down on the couch. "I have some paper work to do, so you can sleep in peace." He mumbled and began to look through the papers he had brought with him.

You took couple steps closer to the bed, before sitting on the side. The bed looked like it was really hard but surprisingly it was really soft. You took your shoes off and got comfortable on the bed. A minute ago you were sure that you would have felt uncomfortable if the demon of pride was in front of you working but it didn't feel weird at all. You felt comfortable knowing that he wasn't going anywhere. Before you knew it you were asleep. The last things you were able to hear was the wood burning in the fireplace and Lucifer sighing every once in a while as he was writing. The pen he used didn't make much noise.